"Hey Bakugo! Can I have some of this?!" Kirashima hears Kaminari screaming across the foyer. Bakugo pulled himself out of his hold to lean and see what Kaminari was holding.

"Sure, I don't care," he replied, before leaning back into Kirishima's hold.

Kirishima waits until Kaminari had grinned and sprinted upstairs (he was too impatient to take the elevator, everyone knew that), before sending Bakugo a look.

"What was that?

Bakugo only grinned mischievously up at him, before leaning in to whisper in his ear.

"That katsudon is way too spicy for him. Watch."

He then proceeded to refocus his attention to his phone, but not a minute later, Kaminari came back down the stairs screaming bloody murder.

"BAKUGO WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET ME EAT THAT YOU FUCKING NIGHTMARE."

Bakugo snickered, and Kirishima couldn't help but smile as well.

Kaminari, seeing that not even Kiri was on his side, stormed over to them, face still red from the spice, picked up a cushion from the couch and started bashing them with it.

"Hey! Kami that's unfair!" Kirishima laughed whilst fending it off. Kaminari simply picked up another pillow and did a double attack. Now Bakugo was fending of a pillow as well (thankfully refraining from setting off explosions).

When the bombardment finally stopped, Bakugo puffed out a laugh before shoving Kaminari towards the kitchen with his foot.

"Go drink some milk you weak ass piece of shit."

"Fuck you too," Kaminari announced, throwing both the pillows at Bakugo's face in a last ditch effort to be annoying.

He did, however, go to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of milk.

Kirishima turned to Bakugo with a grin.

"What was that? I could swear you were almost friendly with Kami!"

Bakugo, instead of going red in the face and starting to yell (like Kirishima expected him to), blanched to a stark white.

"Bakugo?" Kiri asked, "You good?

"I'm fine," Bakugo replied, but his voice sounded uneasy and... guilty.

Kirishima was about to delve into it more, but he decided not to. They had talked about this, and if Bakugo had something to say, was hiding something...

No, Bakugo wouldn't hide something from him. They'd agreed.

Either way, Bakugo quickly recovered, and snickered as Jirou came over and asked Kaminari why he was drinking milk. Kaminari, instead of answering, just flushed red with embarrassment and sent an angry look towards the couple.

Jirou laughed at him.

~~~

"Ok Bakugo, where to today?" Kaminari asked as Bakugo roughly pulled their hands apart (apparently Bakugo had never experienced physical affection before, and wasn't planning to start any time soon).

They walked away from their detention classroom, and Kaminari jabbered on, talking about Jirou's crush on this person over discord, and how Mina had finally found a foundation that matched her skin tone.

They were both so distracted, that they didn't see Aizawa until they almost walked into him.

He wasn't happy to say the least.

"I'm assuming you two have been doing this for a while," he said finally, after a few long, anxiety inducing moments of silent eye contact.

Kaminari laughed nervously. "What are you talking about Mr Aizawa, we only just figured it out, you know I'm not that smart."

Bakugo stayed silent.

Aizawa stared at them for a few more very long moments, and just as Kaminari felt himself about to confess about their escapes, Aizawa sighed.

"Guess I can't prove anything since I haven't been here. Whatever, I'll talk to Miss Clarke to fix up that force field, and as punishment, you'll have to clean up the classroom today, instead of just sitting around."

He turned them around and followed them very closely to the classroom that 1A usually spent the daytime in, and watched them clean it for the entire 1 and a half hour detention.

~~~

Of course, at UA there were janitors, but the difference between 10 minutes of work on a classroom and 1 and a half hours, even when done by amateurs, was noticeable.

"Oh! The classrooms so clean today!" Hagekure exclaimed when she stepped through the door.

As soon as she said it, everyone else saw it as well. The desks had been cleaned of marks, the shelves were organised, the blackboard was completely clear. Even all the gum beneath the desks had been cleaned.

"Who did this?" Midoriya asked, pulling out his notebook, and Kirishima could see him flip between pages labelled "janitor 1 - xxx xxx, janitor 4 - xxxx xxxx".

Aizawa looked up from the desk tiredly.

"Kaminari and Bakugo were caught escaping detention yesterday afternoon. As a punishment they cleaned the classroom."

Bakugo rolled his eyes angrily.

"We even got rid of the naked women Grape Fuck kept beneath his desk," he said, which quickly turned all eyes away from Kaminari and Bakugo, and towards Mineta, who's eyes widened, as he dropped to his knees and started searching beneath his desk.

Everyone rapidly forgot about it, the novelty of a clean classroom quickly fading (because let's be honest, it's not that exciting), but Kirishima didn't forget. He pushed it to the back of his mind, yes, but something felt off, and he needed to talk about it with Bakugo.

But hopefully it was nothing.