He accepted the ham sandwich on white bread and moved to pay, after grabbing himself two cartons of milk and Bakugou a can of diet lemonade.

He took a seat next to Tetsutetsu and set about peeling his eggs and stuffing them in his mouth as his bro did the same, while the man's boyfriend rattled on about the new song he was writing excitedly from the other side of the table.

Kaminari had a real punk look going on, right down to the thick black leather collar around his neck, the two sides connected with a padlock that had the initial T engraved in it.

He knew Tetsutetsu wore the key around his own neck. It must be like some weird kind of friendship necklace type thing, but for boyfriends? If that was a thing?

“Move it, Sparky.” Bakugou shoved the smaller blond aside roughly and threw himself down on the bench opposite Eijirou with a scowl, lifting his bag strap over his head and dropping it to the bench beside himself, +

“fucking white bread, /again/?” He growled as he snatched the sandwich from the tray and ripped it open with perfect teeth.

/Cute/!

“Oh great, Baku-bitch is here.” Kaminari grumbled as he rose and rounded the table to sit next to his boyfriend, where he was safer.

Bakugou lifted his top lip and bared his teeth at Kaminari for a long moment, brows set in a nasty scowl.

“Awh don't do that Bakugou, you'll give yourself wrinkles.” Eijirou teased immediately, grinning when his best friend tensed and shot him a confused look, the line between his brows softening, just a little.

“I'm twenty fucking one, how am I gonna get wrinkles? Dumbass.” He grumbled, but he turned back to his food, leaving Kaminari to sigh in relief.

Bakugou looked like a snack today, Eijirou noted as he polished off his third hard boiled egg and opened his own sandwich. He wore a light grey button down and dark grey slacks.

He never wore a tie, and his top two buttons were undone, but he still looked smart as hell. And sexy too, with his sleeves rolled up to just above his elbows and his black plastic framed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

The lenses were relatively thin and perfectly rectangular, with thick bright orange arms that had a black X on one side.

Eijirou had honestly never wanted to come all over a pair of glasses more.

But only if they were still on Bakugou's beautiful face.

“Oi, stop fucking staring at me. Creeper.”

Eijirou snapped from his thoughts quickly and apologised with a sheepish smile. He heard a muffled snort beside him and sneakily elbowed Tetsutetsu to tell him to shut up.

He opened one half of his sandwich and put two sausages on it, before smashing the lid back on with force and taking a big bite, humming his approval as he chewed.

“/Gross/. Why'd you always ruin perfectly good sandwiches like that?” Katsuki grumbled, disgust evident in his tone.

Eijirou took another bite before waving his half eaten sandwich for emphasis, “I didn't ruin it, I made it /better/! Wanna try?” He offered after swallowing, moving the bread slowly closer to the blond’s face as he wiggled his eyebrows and smiled cheekily.

“Chicken salad and /sausage/? On white bread? I don't think so, hair for brains.”

“Come oooon you know you want to really Baku-bro.” He moved it a little closer.

“Ugh /fine/. Fucking freak.” Katsuki took a bite of his sandwich and chewed, wrinkling his nose as Eijirou polished off the rest and put the last two sausages on the other half.

“Good, right?” He prompted when the blond swallowed and snatched his Diet lemonade from Eijirou's tray.

“Better than eating shit, I guess. Still fucking weird though.” Bakugou popped the top of his can and downed half in one go, before eating his own sandwich.

“I honestly thought you were gonna lose a finger then, Kirishima. I was about to go ask for a cup of ice.” Kaminari said, eyes on Bakugou as he teased from the safety of the other side of the table.

“Shut the fuck up Dunce Face, or /you'll/ lose a finger.” Bakugou snapped immediately, before finishing his food and dumping the rubbish on Eijirou's tray, +

+ “Right, I'm off losers. Try not to lose any more I.Q points while I'm gone. I'll get lunch tomorrow, text me what you want later.” He directed at Kiri as he stood and snatched up his bag and half empty drink, before stalking away without another word.

Eijirou held his breath as he watched that /fantastic/ ass round the corner, before he blew it out in a rush, “oh my god I'm /so/ in love with him.” He whined and shoved his tray aside to bury his face in his crossed arms as Tetsutetsu and Kaminari burst out laughing beside him.

“Bro, it's a lost cause, I don't think wild animals can even feel love.” Tetsutetsu patted him on the back, “why don't you try someone else? There's loads of people who’d /kill/ to get a date with you.”

“No way. I love one nerd and that's it.” Eijirou said as he lifted his head and stuck his bottom lip out to pout, “what if I dress up like a sexy chemistry textbook or something? D’ya think that'll work?”

Kaminari snorted an ugly laugh, “okay first, there's no such thing as a ‘sexy chemistry textbook’. And second, I kinda doubt Bakugou is even a nerd. He seems more like a bully or something to me.”

“He is too a nerd! He wears glasses and he's smart!” Eijirou argued immediately.

“Dude. /That/ is a nerd-” Kaminari lifted a finger to point across the cafeteria as a gasp and a few thuds sounded.

Kirishima turned to look where he was pointing. It was at Midoriya, from the track team and Kiri’s history class.

Short and befreckled with a pair of round, wire rimmed glasses that sat askew on his suddenly flushed face as he stammered +

+ and apologised to a tall guy with a weird red and white dye job and a nasty looking scar that covered one of his eyes, before bending to scoop up a bunch of spilled papers and books.

He'd seen the tall guy around, and knew he was apparently rich as hell, but kind of a loner.

Midoriya was still talking a mile a minute, but immediately choked and dropped everything again as the other guy squatted down next to him silently to help, his expression blank and almost bored.

Eijirou watched for a couple of minutes to see if he needed to go help his green haired classmate, but decided the only thing Midoriya needed saving from was himself, and turned back to his bros.

“Alright fair enough, but Bakugou is still kinda nerdy.”

“He's also a complete asshole.” Came a tired voice as Shinsou sat down where Katsuki had been sitting a couple of minutes ago, “he's on the debate team, and he thinks ‘shut up, you're wrong bitch’ is a valid counter argument. +

+ He told the teacher to suck his dick last week and stormed out ‘cause he was on the losing side. I think his grades are the only reason he hasn't been suspended or expelled, honestly.”

Eijirou snorted a surprised laugh, “wait what? No way he did that. He likes rules too much.”

“Trust me, he did. Then he wrote a three thousand word essay on the debate and his reasoning behind storming out.”

“See! /A nerd/!” Eijirou shook his hands for emphasis, grinning smugly at his bros as his point was proven for him by the purple haired psychology major. He victoriously poked his straw into the foil of one of his cartons of milk and drained it in one go smugly.

At the end of the day Eijirou made his way back to his dorm building with Tetsutetsu and Kaminari, saying goodbye as they stepped from the elevator at the floor below his to head to Kami’s room.

He unlocked his own door a few minutes later and dumped his school bag, before throwing himself down on his bed with a tired sigh. His phone buzzed a little while later and he rolled onto his back to wrestle it from his pocket.

Kats <33: I'll be there in 20 minutes. Get your books out.

Kirishima sat up quickly and gave his room a cursory once over to see if he needed to tidy up.

Nah, he was cool, he decided, but he still got up and moved his dumbbells from their abandoned positions in the middle of the relatively tidy floor so they weren't a tripping hazard.

He stripped down to his boxers and rooted around for a baggy yellow shirt and a pair of soft beige shorts so he was comfortable enough to study.

Then he dumped his clothes in his almost empty washing basket and shelved his shoes, grabbing his favourite red crocs to wear for when he inevitably went to grab them snacks once they were finished.

Almost twenty minutes to the second later, Eijirou's door slammed into the door jamb as it swung open with speed, Katsuki kicking it shut as he marched in without knocking.

Damn, for a nerd he really was pretty manly and cool.

He was wearing a baggy black tank top, black sweatpants, and an open black zip up hoodie. They looked expensive.

He tossed his bag in the corner and walked to throw himself on the bed with a grunt, “today fucking sucked.” He growled, taking off his glasses and putting them on the bedside table, before crossing his arms over his chest, “wake me up in half an hour. +

+ Get started on your homework and mark next to the questions you need help with.” He closed his eyes immediately and Eijirou raised a surprised brow from his position at his desk, before shrugging and opening his book to do as he was told.

/Ugh. Maths was so freakin' hard/!

But Eijirou muddled his way through as best he could, leaving Bakugou asleep for forty five minutes so he could get more rest, before finally giving in and crossing to shake him gently awake.

He stopped at the edge of the bed, looking down at his best friend's sleeping face for a long moment, chewing at the inside of his cheek.

Bakugou looked so freaking /soft/ without that scowl on his face. His lips were pink and slightly dusty looking. Maybe Eijirou should buy him a nice lip butter? Would that be weird? He didn't want his bestie’s lips to chap.

When he found the courage to confess his feelings, obviously.

Maybe with flowers? He was a romantic at heart. Even if he was a little loud and dumb - according to some people.

Eijirou found himself staring just a little too long at the rise and fall of his crush’s chest, listening to his soft breathing and watching his nose scrunch and his brow wrinkle in his sleep. Oh yeah, he had it /bad/.

He shook himself both mentally and physically and reached to grab Bakugou by the shoulders.

“Hey, Baku-bro, it's wakey wakey time. I'm super stuck on queSTION-!” Eijirou shouted as he was yanked down and practically tossed across the bed, +

+ Bakugou rolling them until he was over him, straddling his hips and baring his teeth as he yanked him up by the front of his shirt and practically snarled in his face.

“Oh - it's just you. My bad.” Katsuki said gruffly as he became aware of where he was and who he was attacking.

The blond released the front of his shirt and Eijirou thumped back against the bed, wide eyed and slack jawed as his brain attempted to process what the hell had just happened and he tried to keep his dick soft, because /wow/.

“Uhh, it's…cool?” He said slowly, hyper aware that Katsuki hadn't climbed off him yet. He maybe had like ten seconds of dick control left in him before his best friend found his current seat /much/ less comfortable.

He swallowed and tried to breathe slowly as the blond scrubbed a hand over his face and lifted his arms above his head to stretch and yawn languidly, +

+ looking suddenly like a spoiled cat, rather than an angry nerd that had just taken down a guy easily half a foot taller than him in his sleep.

“Good job I didn't punch you, it’d make me look like a right asshole if I gave you a black eye.” He yawned a second time and planted both hands against tensed abs, +

+ slowly swinging his leg over Eijirou to rise from the bed, “sorry, probably should have warned you not to get too close when you woke me up.”

“Uh, yeah /probably/ dude. What the /hell/ was that?” He asked as he sat up, watching Bakugou bend to touch his toes and then stand to stretch a little.

“Been attacked and kidnapped a couple of times, no big deal.”

“WHAT?! That sounds like kind of a big deal, man! What happened? Wait, did you say /a couple of times/??”

Bakugou gave him a confused look, “yeah, you deaf or something? And it hasn't happened for like five years now. Guess I'm getting too old to try and ransom back to my folks. +

+ Some asshole tried to get me in the back of his car last month, but I think he was just a creep, not someone who knew who I was. He didn't even have a gun.” He shrugged. +

+ “Anyway, I broke four of his ribs and knocked out three of his teeth. Dumb fucker shouldn't have messed with me.”

The blond sucked his teeth, grabbed his glasses and crossed to Kirishima's desk, pulling out the chair to sit cross legged on it as he cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, “you answered more than I thought you would. Number two is dead wrong though, c’mere.”

Eijirou followed dumbly, half confused and half hard, but mostly wondering if his best friend actually /was/ the nerd he thought he was after all.

That had sounded like some crazy mafia shit or something.