When A Spark Becomes A Flame

A/N: These characters are aged up into a college AU, and this is a no quirk AU. I will put trigger warnings at the beginning of chapters that might be triggering to readers
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Eijirou was carrying a bag, a backpack slung over his shoulder. He looked at the dorm number, then down at the little slip of paper in his hand. The numbers matched up, so the redhead grabbed his key, unlocking the door.

The dorm was fairly simple. A small living room with a TV, a kitchen area off to the side, a bathroom, and two bedrooms. He chose the room on the right end of the "hall" and walked inside. He plopped his bags down onto the bed, sitting next to them.

He was fairly tired from driving about an hour to the college. He had been accepted with an art scholarship, which was a big help for his family. It was him, his dad, and his little sister Aiyo. She was just starting seventh grade this year, and was pretty excited for her big brother.

He rubbed his eyes, taking a moment to stretch and yawn. He then got to putting up his things. His posters from bands and comics, his books, his picture of his family, and most importantly, his shark plushy. His dad had given it to him when he was little after he fell off his bike.

That was the story of the small scar over his eye. Since then, he hasn't had the heart to part with the shark. He swears its good luck, but he really just wants something to snuggle with. He had just finished putting his shark on the bed when the door was slammed open.

Eijirou jumped, turning to see the source of the noise. In the doorway was a fuming blonde. He looked like he had just fought something. He had piercing red eyes and small freckles.

His skin was pale like a porcelain doll, and his ears were pierced. Eijirou also noticed the nostril piercing the blonde had. He glared at the redhead when he hops off his bed to greet him

The taller male doesn't stop, however. "Hi! I'm Eijirou Kirishima! I'm your dormmate!" He held out his hand, grinning brightly. Katsuki looked Eijirou up and down in disinterest, scoffed, and smacked his hand away. "Katsuki Bakugou." He said coldly, shouldering past the redhead to the room that wasn't taken. His voice was low, rough and raspy.

Eijirou shrugged it off, walking back into his own room, thinking about the angry blonde. He was certainly cute, but that scowl made him look like someone had just killed his dog right in front of him. Maybe the redhead could get him to crack.

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Katsuki was already in a bad mood when he made it to the college. His mom had been annoying as fuck. He got stopped by his stupid friend Deku and his boyfriend IcyHot, then he almost missed the fucking gas station. He stomped with his bags to the dorm room.

He slammed the door open, a heavy scowl on his face. He heard someone moving around, then he saw a stupid looking redhead. Actually, it was half red, half black split dyed. He had tan skin, maroon eyes, and dimples when he smiled.

He was at least 6'4, with a small scar over one of his eyes. He had an eyebrow piercing, as well as a nostril piercing, a snake bite piercing, and numerous ear piercings. His skin was sun-kissed with freckles.

His freckles were like stars against a clear, unpolluted night sky, the kind you would see out in the middle of nowhere where there were no man-made lights or buildings.

Katsukis heart fluttered, and his stomach did a little spin, but he just assumed that it was annoyance and glared at the man. However, that didn't stop him from walking over to him.

"Hi! I'm Eijirou Kirishima! I'm your dormmate!" He said happily, holding out his hand. His voice was smooth and low with a little bit of rasp. He was grinning brightly like a golden retriever. Katsuki scoffed as he looked Eijirou up and down and smacked his hand away.

"Katsuki Bakugou." He said simply, then shouldered past him. He walked into the room on the left to unpack. He first started by playing his music, listening to Green Day. He set his bags on the bed, then started unpacking.

He started with putting his clothes away, then with decorations and books. He set his drumsticks on his nightstand, looking at them. He had given up on drumming in high school, but kept the sticks with him as a reminder of his growth.

He scoffed to himself at the cheesy ideology behind it, then went back to unpacking. He could hear Eijirou rustling around in his room, but didn't bother to question what he was doing or to check it out.
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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter! I will be updating it as often as I can. I also have this story up on AO3, under the same title!