Chapter Text
Bakugo and Sero fucked up. Big time.
See, if you really squint, and look at the picture at a certain angle, it wasn’t really their fault. Or so they claim.
And now there’s a crying Kaminari in the corner, and an angry Mina and Kirishima scolding them for being the stupidest idiots to ever exist.
You see, it started out as a normal day. The idiots were being idiots, and Bakugo decided to see what was up and ended up being roped into doing idiotic things with the idiots. Just a normal day with ensuing shenanigans. Surely no one would guess something majorly upsetting would happen, right?
This is Class 1-A, bitches. Get used to disaster happening. They’re a cursed bunch.
Anyway. On with the story.
“You can’t eat mayonnaise straight from the jar, man! That’s so gross!”
“What happened to ‘supporting everyone’s weird coping mechanisms is manly’, huh?”
Sero shook his head fondly, listening to Kirishima and Kaminari’s continuous bickering. They were in the electric blonde’s room, snuggled up on his bed and watching Megamind on his laptop. Or, well, they were watching Megamind.
“Eating mayo isn’t a coping mechanism, Kami!” Kirishima laughed.
“It is for me!” the blond mock-wailed. “Sero, my dude, my bro, the love of my life, no-homo, back me up.”
“No way, keep me outa this.” The black-haired boy replied.
Kaminari clutched at his chest dramatically. “Oh, how you wound me! How ever shall I recover from this betrayal?!”
They all laughed. All in all, it was a good sleepover. A few minutes later, Kirishima’s phone dinged, and the redhead picked it up.
“Hey guys?” Kirishima asked.
“Yeah?” Kaminari said.
“Bakugo wants to come down, should I give him the o-kay?”
“Of course, bro! He’s welcome anytime!”
“Ah, well, my phone died, so I’m just gonna go up and tell him.” The redhead rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
Sero and Kaminari gave him a thumbs-up before he left through the door.
“He could’a used one of our phones.” The blond wonders.
“He just wants to sneak in some smooochies,” Sero whispers teasingly. They both giggle like teenage girls. A few minutes later, Bakugo and Kirishima come hand-in-hand, the explosive blond looking smug as ever. The redhead is trailing behind him, a little red in the face. Sero and Kaminari look to each other with shit-eating grins. They look towards the couple and wiggle their eyebrows suggestively. “Have fun?” the electric blond teases.
“Dude!” Kirishima hisses, blushing even harder. “Stop.”
“Nah, man,” Sero lays back, “We’re your best bros. you signed up for it.”
“I hate both of you.”
“Where the fuck is Pinky?” Bakugo demands.
“Oh!” Kaminari exclaims. “I think she said she had a girls night.”
“Tch. Whatever. What’s the shitty movie?”
“Megamind.” Sero speaks up.
“Shitty.”
“Nah, man,” Kirishima says. “It’s a classic! I love pre-quirk movies.”
Bakugo raised a brow at his boyfriend, as if to say You serious?, but went to sit on the bed anyway.
“Move your asses. And rewind the fucking movie to the beginning.”
Kaminari and Sero scooched, freeing some space on the bed. Kirishima sat down and pressed the rewind button, all of the boys snuggling in the blankets and getting comfortable. Halfway into the movie, Denki’s phone chimes with a text, and he looks at who sent it.
“Guys, Mina said she forgot her glittery lip gloss in her dorm, so I’m gonna give it to her, okay? Pause the movie for me, please!” he sing-songs.
“Sure.” Sero replies.
With Kaminari gone, the three sit in a restful silence. Then, Kirishima noticeably shifts uncomfortably.
“You okay?” Bakugo asks with concern laced in his tone.
The redhead faces the blond, letting out a sheepish chuckle.
“Uh, yeah. I think I have to use the bathroom.”
“Then go, idiot.”
“Okay!”
And with that, it’s just Bakugo and Sero.
Now, many people may think that the two don’t get along well, or that they don’t interact much, but that’s simply not true. You see, after Kirishima finally managed to convince Bakugo that he needed help for his recurring nightmares and unstable mood swings, he went to a psychiatrist. She prescribed him some mood stabilizers, as well as a ‘calm atmosphere’. Bakugo didn’t know where the hell he would get a ‘calm atmosphere’, since he lives in the dorms with twenty rowdy teenagers, but he managed. Sero found out by accidentally overhearing a conversation between Kirishima and Bakugo one day, and offered his room. Although Bakugo was enraged that someone else found out about his weakness—“It's not a weakness, Katsu,”—he reluctantly agreed.
It would be the blonde’s first time seeing his room, since he didn’t participate in that stupid ‘dorm contest’ thing, but he went anyway. He was surprised by what he observed.
As soon as Bakugo entered, the first thing he noticed was the sound of quiet piano music. A soothing aroma, like a gentle ocean breeze, reached his nose. There were candles lit, along with some incense sticks, and a hammock in the middle of the room. The lights were dimmed to an ambient setting, and a basket of books sat in the corner. Now the blond knew why the black-haired boy was so calm.
With a sheepish chuckle, Sero reluctantly admitted that his parents own a relaxation spa.
“Well, no use hiding it now. Come in, dude!” Sero said enthusiastically. “There’s books you can read, if you want, but I also have an eye mask so you can sleep. No monsters will get you here, Blasty-boy!”
“Oh, fuck off. Gimme the mask.”
“Sure thing!” he went to the back of his room, presumably to grab the item, while Bakugo slumped on the hammock.
“I have massage oils, too, but I really gotta catch up on some homework.” Sero mused. “I’ll be at my desk. Tell me if you need anything, alright?”
“Yeah. And…thanks.”
“No problem, dude! You’re my friend, and friends help each other out when they’re struggling, yeah?”
“…Yeah.”
Bakugo turned away from the other boy, and Sero couldn’t help but grin.
Over the next few months, it became almost like a routine for them. Once or twice a week, the blond would tell Sero when he was feeling off, and the other would go to his room and prepare the atmosphere. It significantly helped the blonde’s mood immensely, and the two became close in that regard.
Now, back to the present.
The two teens were chilling, just enjoying the silence, when Sero suggests something.
“Dude! I think Kami has cards here somewhere. Wanna play?”
“Sure.” Bakugo replied.
The black-haired teen got up and started rummaging through the drawers, but he was taking too long. Bakugo decided to check what’s up, so he naturally stands right behind Sero, immediately startling the other.
Now, this is where they fuck up.
The black-haired boy’s head bangs against the desk, causing a bunch of papers, pens, and decorations to fall. Sero hisses, rubbing the back of his head. “Warn a guy before you sneak up on him!”
“Scaredy cat.” The blond said, straight-faced.
“Don’t.”
As the two pick up what they dropped on the floor, Sero notices something.
“Uh, Blasty-boy?”
“Don’t call me that. What?”
“Uh, I think we broke something.”
“WHAT?!” he whisper-yells, whipping his head to glare at the other.
In his hands, lay a small, wooden elephant. It was clear that it was handmade, carved by an amateur. The ears were wonky, and the eyes were uneven. There were small dents in some patches.
And the trunk was broken off.
“You idiot!” the blond hissed.
“What? It wasn’t entirely my fault, you know!”
“Well if you weren’t such a scaredy cat—”
“Whatever. We gotta hide this before the others come.”
“And where the fuck do you plan on hiding it, exactly?” Bakugo questions.
“Uh…”
“Exactly.”
The two huddle around the damaged toy, whisper-yelling in hushed voices frantically.
“I could use my tape to put it back together.”
“That’s too fucking noticeable, you idiot.”
“I could, um, glue it?”
“You got glue?”
“I got Elmer’s. The liquid kind.”
Bakugo smacks his shoulder.
“Ow! Dude!”
“That cheap shit isn’t gonna work. We need wood glue so it sticks.”
“Bro, I’m not really worried about Kami barging in here ‘cause he takes hours to find stuff. but Kirishima on the other hand—”
The blond throws his head back in exasperation, letting out a groan.
“Look, you didn’t hear this shit from me, but Eijirou’s quirk causes him some…issues.”
Sero turned to Bakugo with an expressionless look.
“…Issues.” He deadpanned.
“I’m not fucking elaborating. Point is, he’s gonna take at least twenty minutes in there.”
“…Okay.”
As they come up with ideas to fix the broken object, they hear rustling on the outside of the dorm.
“Shit!” the blond exclaims. “Hide it in your game bag!”
The black-haired boy quickly does what he’s told.
The door opens, and both of the boys snap up straight. Kaminari and Kirishima enter the room at the same time, seemingly chatting with each other about the new volume of HeroPlus Collision that came out recently. The chatter dies down and the two look at Bakugo and Sero, their faces growing a little confused.
“Uh,” Kaminari starts, “Why are you guys just standing in the middle of my room?”
“Nothing!” they both shout at the same time, maybe a bit too quickly.
Eijirou raises a brow, and Bakugo shoots him a smile, hopefully not a suspicious-looking one.
The redhead shrugs, plopping down next to Denki on the bed. The other two follow slowly, glancing at each other nervously.
The sleepover went smoothly after that, albeit a few anxious chuckles and suspicious looks on Bakugo and Sero’s ends.----
“He’s late.” Kirishima says, foot tapping on the ground rhythmically. One of his hands is planted at his hip, his eyebrows scrunched up. The squad, minus Mina, were supposed to go to the game store today to check out the new HeroPlus Collison game that just came out, but the electric blond was running ten minutes late.
Heck, even Bakugo and Sero came earlier than him, and they were always at least five minutes late!
“Aagh!” the redhead threw his hands up in exasperation. “What’s taking him so long?”
The other two boys were oddly quiet, but in Eijirou’s frustration, he didn’t seem to notice.
Just as Kirishima was about to stomp up to Kaminari’s dorm and yank him out, the blond rushed down, looking pale and worried. In his hurry, he didn’t see where he was going and crashed right into Kirishima.
“Hey, man!” Kirishima started. “Where were you? The store’s gonna close—”
“I-I can’t go right now, I’m so sorry, I can’t find it, holy shit where did I put it! Curse this stupid ADHD and forgetting everything and getting distracted and holy fuck I’m gonna lose it, I’m gonna throw up—”
Kirishima was…shocked. Sure, he had seen Kaminari panicked before, but this was a whole new level of anxiety-stricken Denki he had never seen. With all of his earlier frustration forgotten, he placed his hand on Denki’s shoulder.
“Hey, man. Deep breaths with me, got it? In, out. Like this, see?”
The redhead proceeded to inhale and exhale dramatically, placing Kaminari’s hand on his chest. The other followed, slowly calming his breathing. Now that Eijirou wasn’t so distracted from his frustration and his shock, he noticed that Kaminari was crying.
Huh. He’s a very silent crier, the redhead noted. That was probably concerning.
“I’m sorry.” Denki wiped his tears, only for new ones to replace them.
“No, no. We can always go another time, okay?” Kirishima reasoned. He guided Kaminari to sit on the floor with him. “Now, you wanna tell me what’s wrong so we can work it out?”
Kaminari looked embarrassed, not maintaining eye contact with the redhead. Kirishima couldn’t help but notice that both Bakugo and Sero were being oddly quiet. He narrowed his eyes at the two, who were looking at anything but them.
And they were sweating buckets. Definitely suspicious.
“Um,” the blond started, “I-I don’t exactly know where to start, but around half-an hour ago I noticed that—you know that wooden elephant I always have on my desk?”
Kirishima nodded. Sero and Bakugo sweated more, looking a bit pale now.
“Yeah, well, it-I can’t find it anywhere. I flipped my whole room upside down looking for it, and I—”
He cut himself off with a choked sob. Eijirou’s eyes widened, and he pulled the other boy into a tight hug.
“Hey, shh, we’ll find it, okay? We’ll help, right guys?” he rubbed soothing circles into the blonde’s back, eyeing the other two teens.
“Why’s it so important to ya anyway, Sparky?” Bakugo started.
Sero gawked at the angry blond, elbowing him harshly. “H-hey!” he whisper-yelled. “You can’t just…ask that!”
“It’s okay bro,” Kaminari said in between quiet sniffles. “My sister gave it to me, so it’s really important.”
“Then just ask her to make you another one.” Bakugo tried to reason. Denki visibly flinched at that.
“I would,” the electric blond said sadly, “If she were still alive.”
All three of the boys stiffened, with matching guilty looks on their faces.
“Katsuki! Apologize!” Kirishima hissed.
“Uh, my bad.”
“Properly!”
“Shut up, I’m going to therapy for that shit! I’m working on it, Eijirou.” Bakugo said with an eye roll.
Kaminari chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye. “It’s okay, you didn’t know. It was a long time ago, so I’m fine talking about it, but that elephant was…it was the last thing she gave me before the accident. She made it in kindergarten just the week before.” he said with a smile, seemingly remembering happy memories.
An awkward silence permeated the air, until Sero broke it.
“Okay! Operation find-the-elephant is a-go! Bakugo, you’re with me! We’re looking in my room! Kiri, you go with Denki! Got it?”
Kirishima and Kaminari perked up at that. “Got it!” they both shouted, mock-saluting before marching upstairs.