Textbooks and notebooks were spread across Bakugo’s desk and bed, their study session devolving into more talking than actual work. Izuku sat cross-legged on the floor, while their friend lounged against Bakugo’s bed. Bakugo leaned back in his desk chair.

They had started off strong, but somehow, the conversation had derailed into something else entirely.

"You’re kidding," Bakugo scoffed, crossing his arms, his sharp red eyes fixed on the other boy. "You’ve never kissed anyone? Not even a dumb peck?"

Their friend felt his face heat up instantly. "Well—not everyone starts dating their childhood crush, Bakugo."

Izuku let out a soft chuckle. "No need to tease! There’s nothing wrong with that." He said as he nudged Bakugo’s knee. "But it is kind of surprising. I mean, you’ve never even been curious?"

"Of course, I have!" The other boy groaned. "It’s just—opportunities don’t exactly fall from the sky, you know?"

Bakugo snorted. "Tch. Sounds like an excuse."

Izuku nudged him again, this time with a little more force. "Kacchan," he scolded lightly before turning back to their friend. "I get it, though. It can be kind of intimidating, right?"

"Yeah," the other boy admitted. "I don’t want to be bad at it or anything."

Bakugo raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Then learn."

Their friend blinked. "What?"

Izuku’s expression changed as he caught on to what Bakugo was suggesting. "I mean... we could help, if you wanted," he offered gently. "No pressure, of course! But if you just want to know what it’s like, we could—um—teach you?"

The other boy’s breath caught. "You mean—you two—?"

"Well, yeah," Bakugo said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Who else?" He tilted his head slightly. "Look, if you don’t want to, forget it. But if it’s just about getting a feel for it, who better than us?"

Izuku nodded, his face tinged pink but still sincere. "We’d make sure you’re comfortable," he assured him. "It doesn’t have to be a big deal."