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Kirishima didn’t make it to the end. He slips in and out of sleep after the first song and to be honest, Bakugo didn’t follow more of the movie as he couldn’t tear his eyes from the sleeping beauty curled on his lap.
He’s glad he did when Kirishima shifts in his sleep, slowly blinking awake with a frown and a whine as he grazes his hand on his own stomach in a semblance of massage. Bakugo knows what it means and doesn’t waste any time to join his hands and pop tiny explosions in between, feeling his skin slowly heat up. When it’s warm enough, he slips a hand under Kirishima’s and reaches to wiggle his fingertips under the redhead's boxer band, pressing his palm on his lower stomach.
Kirishima sighs, moaning a weak thank you.
“If it gets worse tomorrow, let me know. I don’t want to go see the morons if you’re feeling bad.”
The redhead turns to look at the blond with a tired smile and heavy eyes.
“So you agree to go see them?”
Bakugo nods, brushing Kirihsima’s hair out of his face with his free hand.
“You must have had a hard time convincing them to leave me alone today, it’s the least I can do. But only if you’re okay. Deal?”
The redhead nods vigorously before spinning again and stroking his cheek on the blond’s leg.
“Motay.”
Too soon his hand gets colder, all heat eaten by Kirihsima’s skin. Bakugo frowns when the redhead starts to shift uncomfortably again as the soothing warmth runs out. He looks around them, thinking about a solution when his eyes find a yellow pillow with a little green heart.
Brushing back Kirishima’s bang he leans forward to catch his boyfriend’s eyes, bloodshot from the tiredness.
“M gonna get up for a few minutes, I’ll come back right away.”
The redhead only raises his head in an extreme effort and lets it fall down on the cushions as soon as Bakugo stands up.
“Want something to drink?” The blond asks, squatting beside his boyfriend.
Kirishima shakes his head, eyes closing so Bakugo takes the small cushion and rushes to the kitchen. Without turning on the light, he opens the microwave, the small bulb in it allows him to see his hands when he pulls the bag full of millet seeds out of the pillow case and places it on the turning plate. He sets the timer on thirty seconds to begin with. He waits, staring at the decreasing numbers until it’s one and opens the door, preventing the thing from ringing. He checks the temperature of the hot pad and adds thirty more seconds, stopping it at ten seconds from the end this time. Bakugo carefully puts the hot bag in the pillow and trots back to the living room.
It’s darker as the night is fully settled and the candles turned off automatically after eight hours being lit. Only the television is lighting the curled up redhead in the middle of the room. Bakugo slowly sits back with his boyfriend, gently lifting his head as he slips his legs under. Kirishima whines, eyes barely opening.
“You back.”
Bakugo caresses his hair, placing the hot cushion between Kirishima’s chest and knees.
“I’m right here. Take this.”
The redhead moans, hugging the pillow tight against his belly.
“Thank you. Kitty.”
The blond smiles, watching his heavy lids close with a pleased sigh.
“Sweetheart, don’t you want to go to bed?”
But Kirishima shakes his head, his face against Bakugo’s legs.
“Nah, I wanna see the end. Been a long time since last t’me.”
The blond snickers at his boyfriend’s mumbles. “You’re not even looking.”
“M lis’ning.” The redhead weakly protests.
Bakugo doesn’t argue anymore. He leans back into the cushions, a hand patting his boyfriend’s hair, the other intertwining their fingers. A deep yawn cuts his thoughts as his lids suddenly feel heavier. Finally looking up at the movie, he notices they’re close to the end. He lets his head fall back in the pillows, enjoying the conclusion as a soft whistle snore raises from his lap.
The credits barely have time to show up before the blond turns off their television, plunging the room into complete darkness. He waits a bit for his eyes to adjust. When he’s able to see his direct environment, Bakugo brings his boyfriend to sit on his knees. The sleeping redhead is easy to handle as his head falls on the blond’s shoulder and Bakugo slips a hand under his boyfriend’s legs. He makes sure the pillow is secured in Kirishima’s grip before raising on his feet, easily carrying his sturdy boyfriend.
Bakugo goes upstairs and directly reaches for their bathroom. He turns on the dim light of the mirror and sits the redhead on the counter. Cupping his cheek, he gently shakes his boyfriend.
“Ei, baby, I need you to wake up.”
Kirishima groans, eyes hardly opening as he frowns at the soft light.
“Movie’s over?” he whines weakly, rubbing his eyes.
Bakugo stills his hand and tenderly joins their fingers on the redhead’s laps.
“Yeah. I need you to take off your lenses, okay sweetheart?”
Kirishima nods, lips in a pout as he lets Bakugo washes his hands before handing him his lens case and liquid.
“But I didn’t see it.”
The blond’s hands never leave the redhead, keeping him straight on the counter as he slowly pulls out his lens, small tears from irritations running on his cheeks which Bakugo brushes away.
“It’s okay baby. We can watch it another day.”
Kirishima clumsily tries to close his case, product spilling on his knees, before Bakugo takes it and does it for him. He places his arms around the redhead’s waist and slips him off the counter. His boyfriend, standing on wobbling legs, leans his head on the blond’s shoulder but Bakugo lifts Kirishima’s face, one hand on his cheek to catch his eyes. He needs the redhead to stay with him a little bit more.
“Okay sunshine, you need to change your clothes, do you want your period panties?”
The redhead nods, eyes unfocused. “Did you watch Corpse Bride?”
It makes Bakugo snickers as he kisses his boyfriend’s forehead and leads him to sit on the toilet.
“No I didn’t-”
“But you wanted to see it!” The redhead whines, slushing on the toilet’s lid.
Bakugo shushes him, untying his scarf and gently combing his hair with his fingers.
“Shh, it’s okay baby, we’ll watch it another time, together.” He squats in front of his boyfriend, meeting blown wide pupils as Kirishima’s head softly waves side to side uncontrollably.
“Listen to me sunshine.” It makes Kirishima blink slowly, listening but body barely answering. “I’m gonna grab our pjs and everything. I need you to hold on tight here. Try to take off your clothes if you can, only if you can. Don’t fall asleep, don’t fall at all. Okay sweetheart? You can do that for me?”
The redhead nods, eyes closing for a full second before he wakes up in a sharp inhale.
“I can do tha’. F’r you.”
Bakugo snorts, kissing his cheek. “Good boy.”
With that he runs to their bedroom, quickly taking all he needs before rushing back to his boyfriend. Kirishima is topless, dangerously swaying back and forth but his hands clench on the toilets, preventing him from falling as he’s blinking quickly, a little frown showing his efforts to not fall asleep.
Bakugo comes to take his place in front of him. The redhead seems a bit more awake as he looks down at the blond with a shy smile.
“I tried to take off my pants but I was falling.” He whines, scared to disappoint his boyfriend.
The blond runs a hand in his red hair, reassuring him before standing up and reaching to slip his arms under Kirishima’s armpits.
“It's okay baby, I’ll help you.”
He keeps the redhead up as Kirishima fumbles with his zipper, finally opening his jeans and lets it pool around his ankles. Bakugo moves them and kicks the clothes away.
“Good. Next.”
Kirishima hooks his thumbs on his boxer’s band, looking down but stops with a little yelp, hesitant. His hair falls around his face but Bakugo still sees him chewing his lip.
“What’s wrong baby?”
“It’s messy.”
“What?”
Kirishima whines, suddenly really interested by the door to prevent any eye contact.
“I don’t want you to see it, it’s dirty.”
Bakugo finally catches up as he looks down at Kirishima’s orange boxers, the ghost of his pad showing through the thin fabric as darker spots can be seen between his crossed legs. With two fingers he brings back his boyfriend’s face to him, eyes still avoiding him.
“Ei look at me.”
Kirishima shivers, sight timidly shifting to gaze up at the blond. His tired red gems fill with water as sleep increases his sensibility. Since they change his treatment and his periods are back after years without, he’s been embarrassed about the blood and stains. Bakugo caresses the apple of his cheek.
“I won’t look if you really don’t want to, but it’s not dirty. It’s natural and I’m willing to help you if you need. So don’t be shy. I /want/ to help you, you don’t have to go through this alone, you know that.”
Kirishima swallows the lump in his throat, slowly nodding. He steps back a little, running from Bakugo’s stare again.
“I-I think I can stand alone. Just- Just give me my panties please.”
The blond gently agrees and slowly lets go of his boyfriend, making sure he can really stand by himself before turning to grab the underwear. Hearing Kirishima shifting behind him, he waits to hear the bin’s lid spin to turn back. The redhead is fully naked, thighs pressed together as he’s fidgeting with his nails. Bakugo hands him the clothes, first the panties, then the oversized t-shirt and the fluffy socks. When he’s dressed, the blond drags him into a hug, brushing a wild strand behind the redhead’s ear.
“Everything is fine baby. Ready to go to bed?”
Kirishima shifts in his hold, resting his head on the blond’s shoulder with a relieved sigh.
“Actually I think I’m awake enough to brush my teeth this time.”
An ugly snort escape Bakugo’s nose and definitely lighten the mood as Kirishima reaches for their toothbrushes with his own tired giggles. The blond changes into his own sweatpants before joining his boyfriend at the sink.
When he’s done, Kirishima playfully hits their hips before sitting back on the toilet’s lid, legs up against his chest. The redhead takes hold of his cushion, pressing the last remnant of heat on his stomach as he laces his arms around his shins and relaxes his head on top of his knees, watching his boyfriend.
Bakugo joins him soon enough, standing in front of him and playing with a red strand.
“Ready?”
The redhead nods, humming his agreement as he uncurls himself to extend grabby hands toward the blond. Bakugo smiles, taking the pillow in one hand before leaning to hug his boyfriend’s waist. Kirishima attaches his arms around Bakugo’s nape and as soon as the blond lifts him, he hooks his legs on his hips, burying his nose on the crook of his neck.
Bakugo carries his big baby to their room. Here he notices the new bed set the redhead had prepared, glad he doesn’t have to run back down to catch something so they can sleep. He carefully lays his boyfriend on the mattress. The redhead rolls on himself to snuggle up against the wall on his side. Bakugo takes off his hearing aids and follows him under the comforter. Kirishima immediately shifts to hug him close, the warm pad trapped between them.
The blond cards the red mane, his boyfriend happily humming at his ministrations. Eyes closed, the redhead lifts his head, bumping their noses.
“I love you.”
Bakugo cups his cheek, kissing his lips.
“I love you too.”
Kirishima grins in his slumber, nuzzling under the blond’s jaw as he gets comfortable. Bakugo keeps caressing his hair, staring at the void. Something is still bugging him. Something he thought about a few hours ago. Something he wants to give it a shot. Maybe it could work. Maybe it won’t be a disaster.
Mindlessly brushing the red mane he whispers, half wishing the redhead wouldn’t hear him.
“Say it.”
Kirishima frowns, blinking awake as he leans back, looking up at the blond who’s staring at the wall behind him, worried by the stern tone.
“Wha-”
He cuts himself off when Bakugo lands unsure eyes on him. An indecisive frown startles the redhead, brain immediately waking up as he straightens to level himself up in front of his boyfriend. Bakugo searches for the ruby eyes, biting his piercing.
“If it’s coming from you it can’t be that bad… I-I want to try hearing it from you.”
Kirishima’s eyes lighten up and Bakugo is glad he doesn’t have to explain himself further as he follows the redhead’s move to sit them up. Face to face, Kirishima cups his cheeks with both hands, his thumb grazes the bitten lip to free the piercing then he leans closer without breaking eye contact. He brushes their lips in a semblance of a kiss.
“Happy birthday my love.”
Bakugo feels heat pooling in his guts as Kirishima captures him in a soft and sweet loving kiss, immediately cutting off any rumble. No shiver, no cringing or bugs running under his skin. Only a comfortable warmth spreading all over his body; muscles, brain and thoughts relaxing under the redhead’s touch. He opens his mouth, inviting his boyfriend in a lazy slow kiss as he pushes him back to lay on the mattress.
Kirishima gently parts away, his tired eyes crossing to search for the blond’s.
“You okay?”
Bakugo nods, pressing a small kiss on the glossy pink lips.
“Mhm. Thank you for today.”
The redhead smiles, giving him a last kiss before guiding his head to rest on his chest. Bakugo finally closes his eyes listening to his boyfriend’s heartbeat as sleep slowly takes them both.
Yeah, maybe birthdays aren’t that bad.