Up. Set. Ready. Go. Kirishima appeared out of the doorway from his dorm room. He was in his red, sleeveless t-shirt, gray sweat pants, and red crocs. He lifted his weight as he walked down the hallway.

"Should I wake up Bakugo? I totally should! But wait, no, it would disturb him and he'd totally be pissed." he thought, in the end he decided not to. Today, Kirishima had woken up early to do some extra lifting and exercise. The only other person that would be up at this time would probably be Midoriya or Bakugo, but Bakugo likes to get more rest on Wednesdays, to balance out his days with studying, working out, playing, and other things. Kirishima switched the weight from one hand to the other and started pacing up and down the stairs. Kirishima paused for a moment, he felt that something was off. Kirishima looked down...

   His croc handles(whatever they're called) were on the wrong way! Kirishima took of his crocs immediately  and pushed the croc handles to the front of the crocs.

   Kirishima usually likes to wear the croc handles on the back of his ankles when he's just chilling and stuff. But when he's working out, exercising, training, and such he likes to have them on the front of his ankles, because he feels it makes it less likely to slip off easily.(lol,=.W.=)

   It was now 6:00, an hour before breakfast, usually when everyone starts to wake up. Kirishima went back to his dorm and took a shower and proceeded with other hygiene like things. Once he got his uniform on he headed out his room door and went to get breakfast. It was now 7:16 and Kirishima was searching for Bakugo.

   He was looking over all the heads until he found Bakugo's, with his spiky, blonde, fluffy Chihuahua looking hair.(omg, XD) Kirishima had always wanted to touch Bakugo's hair, but he knew that Bakugo would probably yell "HELL NO, DUMB HAIR!" as his hands would start to light up with explosions and Bakugo would chase him around the school. Although that thought didn't sound too bad, school is no place for such doofus-like actions. They'd probably get a hard scolding, and even suspension, and Kirishima knew him nor Bakugo would like that.

   Kirishima walked over to the table Bakugo was at, as Kirishima was passing by he noticed Denki was with Sero again today. As he approached Bakugo he could tell something was off. Kirishima looked down once again, yep, his croc handles were on the back side of his ankles, nothing wrong there. Kirishima concluded that it must've been something wrong with Bakugo then. As Kirishima got closer to Bakugo he could tell he was mad. As Kirishima glanced at Bakugo's tray he could see that Bakugo had stabbed whatever was on that tray so badly that it was nothing put a pile of oddly colored mush.

   Kirishima questioned himself if he had done anything that could have potentially made Bakugo so mad as to have the "silent rage". Kirishima came to the conclusion that, no, it couldn't have possibly been him. The only other time, and the first time, Kirishima had seen Bakugo with the "silent rage" was when everybody else had ganged up on Bakugo in Mario Kart and made him come in last place. Then Kirishima and Bakugo weren't good friends, but now they're best bros. Kirishima sat down next to Bakugo and put his arm around him.

"Hey, Bakubro, what's going on?" Kirishima said.

   Kirishima thought it was a pretty good start, but he felt that he could've done better, and goes with the atmosphere more. Bakugo wasn't responding, he was just sitting there hunched over, elbows on the table, hands up to his face, and fingers wedged in between each other.

   Suddenly, Bakugo grabbed Kirishima by the collar and pulled him in close. And before Kirishima knew it their lips were touching and Bakugo's tongue was on his. It was dead silent, we were like a famous monument being stared at by hundreds. Everyone had their eyes on us. Little flashes of light came on, people were taking pictures. Bakugo loosened his grip and pulled back. It was a while until Kirishima had moved, but once he did he flushed bright red, it was like his hair and face were one thing. Kirishima almost fell out his chair. Everyone and thing seemed to be shooketh. A slight whisper ran over the cafeteria, more slight comments and giggles became of them as Bakugo left the cafeteria.

   The low screech of his chair as it slid into the table on the tile floor triggered a land mine of voices that overflowed through the whole school. Kirishima was confuzled, the beans had jumped out the can, and Kirishima was also so shooketh that the only face he could manage to slap on his face was the cringey, buff All Might face.