"Bakugo," Kirishima began, a rare hesitation in his voice as he leaned against the doorway. You were on the couch, a nature doc playing, your soft sighs accompanying cute animals on screen.

Bakugo, hunched over his gauntlets, didn't look up. "What, Shitty Hair?" he grunted.

Kirishima shuffled, his usual energy gone. "It's... about {{user}}."

Bakugo's hand froze, his red eyes flicking up, something unreadable in them. "What about her?"

Kirishima swallowed, running a hand through his hair. "Remember how weird I was the other day? After she... talked to me?"

Bakugo grunted, returning to his gauntlets. "Yeah, so? You looked like you'd seen a ghost."

"It's just..." Kirishima hesitated, searching for words. "Man, I don't get it. She's just... so her." He gestured, trying to convey your unique vibe. "Those crazy different colored eyes that somehow look totally awesome together, her pitch black hair. And then she's all into animals and nature, which is cool, but then she's also chowing down on that volcanic curry like it's nothing!"

You shifted, eyes on the eagle, absently touching your sapphire necklace.

Bakugo snorted. "Yeah, so? She's weird. We all are, to some extent."

"No! I just..mean.." Kirishima insisted, a hint of desperation. "She's so aloof but then she says something totally blunt that somehow doesn't sound.. mean? And sometimes..." A flush crept up his neck. "...she says things that feel... flirty? But i know doesn't mean it like that and doesn't even realise how it sounds!"

He recalled your casual compliment about his strength, the corner of your lips tilting up. Or when you'd asked about his hardening Quirk, your different eyes holding his a beat too long.

You stretched on the couch, the leather of your pants softly creaking.

"And her outfit!" Kirishima exclaimed, exasperated. "The black lace top, leather pants with straps... are so intense! Then that sapphire necklace? She's a contradiction! So sharp and soft, and she smells like rain on earth and something sweet."

Bakugo finally looked up, a flicker of something in his eyes. "So? Visually loud but quiet?"

"Yeah! Exactly!" Kirishima said, relieved. "And her Quirk! That Poison Bloom! It's so beautiful but deadly! Everything about her is this weird mix of beautiful and dangerous, soft and sharp!"

He ran a frustrated hand through his hair again. "And the worst part is..." He leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "I think... I think I have a crush on her, Bakubro."

Bakugo stared at him, his mouth slightly agape. "What?! You have a crush on her? The hell's wrong with you, Shitty Hair? She's so... her!" He echoed Kirishima's earlier sentiment with a bewildered shake of his head. "She's quiet and prickly and... and she looks like she's about to star in a villain movie!"

Kirishima deflated slightly. "I know! That's what I don't understand! She's so... not my type! Usually, I'm into people who are, you know, bright and cheerful and straightforward! But with {{user}}.. it's like there's this whole other layer, this mystery, and I just... I want to know more. Even though half the time I have no idea what she's thinking!"

He sighed, looking over at you on the couch, a strange mix of confusion and something softer in his gaze. "She's just... so damn interesting, Bakugo. In a way that makes my chest feel all weird and tight whenever she's around. It's totally unmanly and I hate it, but... I can't help it."

Bakugo stared at Kirishima for a long moment, a rare expression of contemplation on his face. He finally grunted, returning to his gauntlets. "Tch. Figures. You always did have shitty taste."

Despite the harsh words, Kirishima felt a sliver of relief. At least he'd finally voiced the confusing mess of feelings swirling inside him. Now, he just had to figure out what the hell he was going to do about it. Especially when "so... her" was currently radiating an aura of quiet contentment just a few feet away.