A knock on his door draws his attention away from his sulking later that night. His red hair is splayed out across the pillow beneath his head as he lifts it up, looking over his shoulder to listen for another knock.

Another comes, and he presses his face into the pillow for a moment, groaning into as he sighs, slowly sitting up. His eyes feel stiff, tight.

Probably because he cried over yelling at his squad. He felt so bad. He could've just asked to them to stop nicely. Instead he had to scream and be a baby about it.

He opens the door slowly, plastering a tired smile on his lips.

Blond hair and crimson eyes catch his gaze, and his eyes widen some,"Oh uh- shit!" He smacks a palm to his head,"Bakugo I'm so sorry, I completely forgot about your bandaging- just-" he steps back, looking over his shoulder towards his chair that holds his hoodie,"Let me pull a top on-"

He croaks as a hand presses against his chest. He goes wide eyed, watching a Bakugo bodily shoves him back into the room and quickly follows him in, closing the door.

The blond then steps back about a foot, crossing his arms over his chest. Bakugo  gives a serious look, brows raising as he glances towards the bed, then back to Kirishima. The red head takes that as a "go ahead and sit down," so he does, sitting on the bed and looking up at his best friend.

The taller boy then drags the desk chair forward, spinning in around and sitting right infront of Kirishima. The red head feels like hes in an interview.

Bakugo pulls out his little notebook, hands fumbling in his own hoodie for a pen. He yanks one out, opening to a blank page and writing hurriedly.

He then hands it to kirishima, face stony as the other boy takes it.

[Talk to me]

Kirishima stares at it blankly for a few moments, then he swallows, looking up with a nervous smile,"Wh-What do you mean? You just want me to talk or..." He swallows, noticing how Bakugos face stays unchanging. He looks down at his own lap, smile faltering into a frustrated look,"Bakugo, man, I'm just... Not in the mood right now, ok? I can talk later-"

The notebook is ripped from his hands, and the red head flinches as its quickly placed back, hardly gone for a moment.

[TALK to me]

Kirishima looks up, ruby eyes wide, a strange feeling of being exposed littering his senses and making him feel self conscious,"About..."

Bakugo nods, reaching forward and writing right infront kirishima's eyes.

[Tell me what's wrong]

Kirishima swallows.

Some part of him really, really just wants to keep it secret forever. Never utter a word, tell Bakugo that the rumor is fake, and dumb.

But its not fake, nor is it dumb.

"I uh..." He fidgets, and glances up at the blond. Bakugo is so close, his crush, his love. Everything he could possibly want in a person sitting just before him.

And he's going to say this to him.

Shit.

"Its just really embarrassing man. At least it is for me so I can just... I'm ok, for real, it was just too much talking all at one time today, and I couldn't take it-"

The notebook leaves his hands again, and he falls silent as he watches Bakugo write, crimson eyes focused as he hands it back over. Kirishima reads the neat writing.

[I'll tell you something, a secret, if you tell me what's wrong]

The other boy stares at it, his heart beating ten miles an hour. Bakugo's willing to give up one of his own secrets in place of Kirishima telling him what's wrong. That's...

He swallows, sighing as he smiles a little,"Dude you're too pure."

That earns him a kick to the shin, and he snorts,"I take it back, I take it back."

It falls silent, and the red head fidgets, taking a few deep breaths. It's a few words, one little sentence. And it's just bakugo, so... Its ok. Its ok, beacuse Kirishima knows that Bakugo won't treat him weird after this, its just... Its just because hes the one the red head loves, and thats why its so hard to tell him.

He takes one last deep breath, glancing at his friend who waits patiently, then shifting in his seat on the bed.

"I think I'm Bi." He murmurs, then feels his cheeks flare, the words tumbling past his lips,"I like girls, but guys are... Guys seem the same way to me." He swallows,"I think both are attractive, I don't mind one or the other."

Bakugo is silent, and some part of Kirishima thinks he would've been silent in this moment whether he could talk or not.

His cheeks feel red, his body feels hot. But, he feels just a little better as the blond takes the notebook and starts writing something down.

Bakugo hesitates though, hand stopping in his writing. He glances at Kirishima, and the red head swears he sees a little blush on those pale cheeks before those eyes look back down at the book. He finishes.

As he hands it back, he stops mid way, glancing at his writing before taking a heavy breath and handing it on over.

Kirishima takes it, and he stares at the paper bluntly for a moment, mind taking too long to process what he's reading.

[I'm Demisexual]

He stares, and slowly his eyes widen, looking up at his best friend. He swallows, voice sounding choked,"For real?"

Bakugo, cheeks flushing with embarrassment, nods stiffly as he averts his eyes. He's probably not used to saying things like this, often being a person who keeps his emotions and feelings to himself.

"Thats great!" Kirishima blurts, and he feels his own cheeks turn darker as Bakugo's eyes widen at the sudden rise of volume. It falls dead silent then.

They both stare at eachother, and Bakugo is the first to grin, huffing a breath in what Kirishima is guessing a laugh, watching as his friends head flops against the back of the chair, a few huffy breaths breathed through his nose.

Kirishima follows, chuckling as he covers his own mouth and flops back against the bed.

God.

Bakugo's Demi! That's so cool, god.

He feels a little relieved now, heart content to know that hes not the only one in their friend group to be so shy about this.

They all thought Bakugo was straight. Well... Some part of Kirishima had a feeling, but he isn't one to make assumptions.

There's a weight next to his hip, and he opens his eyes, lifting his head up to find Bakugo sitting on the bed next to him, the blond raising a brow at him as he hands the red head the notebook.

[What's so funny?]

His hand writing is so pretty, Kirishima thinks bluntly.

He sighs, pressing the edge of the little notebook to his forehead as he takes a deep breath,"Nothing just..." He lets his hands fall to his belly, notebook tucked securely beneath them,"I'm relieved. I kinda felt nervous, because I was afraid of how you guys would think of me..." He swallows, laughing some,"But I'm glad you didn't freak out, or whatever." He looks up at the blond, watching as Bakugo stares at him,"Thanks."

Bakugo shrugs, grabbing the wedged notebook so he can write.

Kirishima takes it back gladly, reading with a smile.

[Good]

He snorts, grinning up at his blond friend as he hands it back,"Sooo..." He wiggles his brows,"Demi-"

Bakugo shoves his face away, the red head laughing.