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Once back in the classroom, Kirishima set Bakugo on an empty desk and went to grab the first aid kit from the bottom drawer of Aizawa's desk.
"Katsuki," He said, as he set the plastic box down on the desk beside Bakugo and went to close and lock the classroom door. "Are you okay, baby?"
Bakugo almost instantly cracked. His bottom lip quivered, knuckles turning white from gripping the desk so hard, and stubborn tears threatened his waterline.
Kirishima stood infront of him, reaching out to rub his arms up and down, leaning in and gently kissing his forehead, "You're safe, little one. I got you. I'm right here."
The blonde lifted his head, meeting his boyfriend's soft, loving gaze set on him and let himself go.
Heavy tears flowed down his face as his sobs and hiccups wrecked his body.
"I-It hurts so bad!"
The red head's heart clenched. He wanted to comfort him so badly, but bandaging him up needed to come first.
"I know it does, kitty, I know it does." He opened the first aid kit pulling out the disinfectant cream, smearing some on gauze before slowly placing it over the cut on his lover's cheekbone. "Please hold still for me, sweetheart, and I'll make it all better."
Bakugo still cried freely, but held still like he was asked as Kirishima finished putting the gauze and hospital tape on his cuts and cleaning them up some more. Though he winced through it, he sat nicely as he was asked, even though the tears continued to roll down his cheeks.
Once his boyfriend was satisfied with the bandage job, Bakugo felt a soft pair of lips on his temple. "I'm so sorry you got hurt, baby boy. I'll kiss it all better. I'm right here, baby, I'm right here."
"She hit me really hard!" Bakugo cried, losing himself in the head space; taking full faith and trust in his boyfriend. He rubbed the eye that wasn't injured, then reached out for the redhead, making grabby hands.
"I know she did, little boy, I'm so sorry," Kirishima cooed, standing back up straight and kissing the boy's knuckles. "Do you want a hug or to be held?"
"Held!" Bakugo bounced. Snuggling instantly into Kirishima when he was picked up, legs locking over his hips as one strong hand supported under his butt and the other rubbing circles gently in his lower back.
"That's my good boy."
At the praise, the one being held practically melted in his touch. Lazily, slinging his arms over his shoulders, he gave the redhead several kisses on his cheek before lowering down his jaw and neck.
"Thank you for taking care of me, daddy."
Kirishima's heart swelled in his chest, feeling so in love with the boy in his arms. They were still kind of new to this whole thing, maybe a month or two. Bakugo first called him that on accident, immediately getting flustered and tried leaving but the sweet, passionate boyfriend that Kirishima was, he wanted to hear him out and give it a chance.
Which, was not a disappointment.
"Anything for you, my little one."
Bakugo hummed, deciding on a point in the nape of his lover's neck to nip and suck on. Earning a hitch in his breath from said boy, the blonde grinned into his skin.
"No, Sir." Kirishima warned, lightly smacking his backside with the hand that was formerly rubbing his back; not too hard, but enough to make him jump in his hold. "Not right now. Class is over in twenty minutes, you can wait til then."
The blonde ignored him, despite the warning, and ran his tongue over his collarbone.
"Katsuki." Kirishima barked, in the same deep, stern tone he used before. "I won't repeat myself."
"But, daddy- AH!" Bakugo's protest morphed to a surprised squeal when Kirishima's hand that wasn't hold him up dipped his his boxers at the back of his pants and squeezed his ass.
"You're such a brat." Kirishima chuckled.
Bakugo pouted, little 'hmph' and everything, "Am not!"
"Uh huh."
"Nuh uh!"
"I don't know, sweet boy," Kirishima raised a brow. "Not listening to daddy seems pretty bratty to me."
The blonde grumbled, defeated, burying his face back in the redhead's shoulder, earning another laugh from his boyfriend.
"It's not funny!" Bakugo whined. "Quit laughing at me."
"Aww," Kirishima cooed, still amused. "I'm sorry, baby, how bout I make it up to you when we get home, okay?"
The explosive quirk user perked up, "Can we watch Thumblina?!"
"Anything you want, sweetheart."
"YAY!"
Kirishima grin, hard, as his little hugged him tight. Bakugo was extra cuddly in this mindset, and the redhead was not one to complain.
"Hey, daddy, my mouth still hurts... You wanna kiss it make it better?" Bakugo smirked, cheekily, pulling back slightly so he could see his face.
Kirishima rolled his eyes, another laugh leaving his lips," Well, how could I possibly say no to that?"
Eagerly accepting the kiss, Kirishima met Bakugo's lips, sweetly. Small pecks turned into tongue fairly quickly. He snucked on the submissive one's tongue before his ran over the inside of his cheek, wincing when he tasted blood still.
Knowing his mouth, still most definitely hurt, Kirishima pulled back, cupped Bakugo's cheek in his hand and giving another loving kiss to his lips, " My poor baby... I really does hurt, doesn't it?"
Bakugo initially poured at the lost, but keened when he got another kiss. He sheepishly nodded and coward a bit, bashfully, at the question. "Yes... but daddy's kisses feel good."
The redhead kissed his boyfriend again, before setting him back down on the desk. "You okay, baby?"
Bakugo nodded.
"You ready to go back out to class? We can pick this up when we get home."
Bakugo nodded, again.
"Okay..." Kirishima turned to go unlock the door, but couldn't bring himself to move. If he was honest, it took everything in him not to just carry Bakugo back to their dorms and forget about class. But, they had responsibilities. He turned back to Bakugo, stealing another sheering kiss," I love you, Katsuki."
"I love you too, Eijirou." The blonde replied, without missing a beat.
Reluctantly, Kirishima went and unlocked the door. Bakugo took a minute, getting out of little space, before hopping up off the desk. Kirishima walked up, took his hand, and rubbed his thumb over the other boy's knuckles. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Bakugo grinned, squeezing his boyfriend's hand. "Thank you, honey."
"Of course, love." The redhead rose their conjoined hands and kissed the back of the blonde's hand. "Was I okay?"
"Perfect." Bakugo's heart clenched at his lover's concern. "You were perfect. You've gotten so good at this."
"Really?" Kirishima asked in disbelief.
Bakugo nodded, leaning in and giving him a reassuring kiss. "You're amazing."
"Ya sure you're not talking about yourself?" Kirishima joked. "How are you feeling by the way?"
Bakugo shrugged," I'm okay. Don't get me wrong, it hurts, but I'm alright."
Kirishima nodded. "... I was really worried when I saw you spit up blood. Sure, I know you could take it just fine, but you've never taken a hit like that to the face."
"Yeah and by a damn pole, nonetheless-"
"Regardless," Kirishima continued. "I'm just glad you're okay."
Bakugo only smiled, softly, wrapping his arms around his worry-wort of a boyfriend. "I'm sorry I made you worry... Daddy."
Kirishima blushed a color challenging his hair, unable to hold back his own smile, and wrapping his own arms around the blonde's waist.
Over Bakugo's shoulder, Kirishima's maroon eyes met gold, finally spotting Denki in the doorway, mouth hung open, with an expression of utter shock.
Kirishima tensed, "Uh... Bakugo?"
Bakugo turned, pulling apart from his boyfriend, and gaze landing on the electric dumbass in the doorway.
"Mr. Aizawa told me to..." Denki started. "Oh, fuck, Sero so called this!" He exclaimed before bolting down the hall when Bakugo came flying at him.
"GET BACK HERE, YA FUCKING LOSER!" The blonde screamed, setting off explosions and trailing after Denki down the hall.
Kirishima could only groan and follow after them, atleast it gave them a reason to get back to class, even if it was only so Bakugo could commit murder.