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“Bakugouuuuuuuuu!!” Kirishima eyes are practically flooding with tears as he tries to hug Bakugou’s arm, all while being oh-so-gracefully shoved away.
“Jeez, what’s up with you?” Bakugou asks, his one arm being the only barrier between his and Kirishima’s bodies colliding.
“Your Secret Santa gift! I really loved it, man!” he replies, happiness essentially radiating out of him. It was like being in direct contact with a fucking rainbow.
“…Whatever,” says Bakugou, but internally, he’s really, really, relieved he liked it.
“I didn’t know you could be so thoughtful! It really made my whole year. I just wanted to thank you for it, y’know?” Kirishima is smiling a little too much, and it squeezes Bakugou’s heart in a funny way. He just didn't know when to shut up, did he?
“Don’t make such a big deal about it.”
Kirishima shakes his head. “When I gave Kaminari his gift, he told me how you spent hours looking for this! I’m sincerely touched, bro!”
“Quit it, dumbass—“ Bakugou starts to say, but is cut off by Kirishima.
“Oh, before I forget, I have your gift for you from Yaomomo!” He reaches into his bag and pulls out something wrapped in what appears to be extremely fancy wrapping paper. “Y’know, since you didn’t attend the gift exchange and all. You should've come, it was super fun! Uraraka got all flustered when Midoriya gave her a model planetarium and began to float up into the air! And Ashido got Sero this really cool...”
Bakugou ignores the rest of his rambling about the event and stares at the item now placed in his hands, wondering what it could be. In reality he didn’t care, but Ponytail seemed like the kind of person who probably put a lot of effort and thought into finding a good gift, and he supposes he can’t let that go to waste.
Once Kirishima has finally stopped talking, Bakugou carefully unwraps the present, and inside finds a couple of things. A gold watch. Some specially made hand lotion. And holy fuck. A big wad of fuckin’ cash. Just how rich was this girl?
“Woaaah, looks like Yaomomo went all out!” If Kirishima’s eyes weren’t already sparkling like he spilled glitter in his sockets, they really were now.
Ideas flooded through Bakugou’s mind. With this money, he could treat Kirishima to dinner. For some weird reason he enjoyed his presence, and wanted to be with him a while longer. What the hell was wrong with him?
“Kirishima,” he begins to say, when suddenly, something clicks in his mind. Wait a fucking second.
When Bakugou stops speaking, Kirishima can’t help but feel a little nervous by the sudden halt. And did Bakugou just call him by his real name?
“Uh…yeah?” Kirishima answers, a bit hesitantly.
“I’m gonna fucking kill that bastard.” Bakugou’s gaze is intense, the softness from just a second ago completely dissipating.
“Woah woah woah, hold on! What happened?” Kirishima’s eyes widen, and he begins to sweat slightly despite the temperature.
“That idiot Kaminari and Ponytail planned this shit from the start! And just when I was about to fucking invite you out to treat you to something—“
“Huh…?” Kirishima seems totally lost, but his face is beginning to match the shade of his hair. "Wait, you were gonna invite me out to eat? Don't bail on me, Blasty!"
"Shut the fuck up, when I get my hands on those two, I swear I'll-"
"What plan?" Kirishima cuts in, genuinely curious.
"I..." Bakugou feels his throat go dry, and he wishes he had some water to ease the massive dehydration he felt in that moment.
"You gonna tell me or what?" Kirishima leans closer, and Bakugou can feel the warmth of his breath on his neck, making him feel all tingly inside.
"You're too close, you idiot-!" Bakugou's starting to panic, suddenly feeling pressured. Everything was hitting him at once and he was just about ready to explode.
But Kirishima doesn't let up, only prodding him further. "I'm really curious! Come on, you know I'm not smart enough to figure out what you're thinking unless you tell me!"
"I FUCKING LIKE YOU, OKAY? THOSE TWO ANNOYANCES RIGGED THE SECRET SANTA SO I WOULD GET YOU A FUCKIN' GIFT THEN GAVE ME MONEY EXPECTING ME TO TAKE YOU OUT SOMEWHERE. I KNEW SOMETHING WAS UP EVER SINCE THAT DUNCE-FACED BASTARD TALKED TO ME IN THE ANTIQUE STORE!" Bakugou blurt out, unable to hold in his feelings any longer.
Kirishima's eyes blew wide open, and he retreated to his normal position, blinking. He'd be lying if he said his heart was beating a mile a minute. "Bakugou, you-"
"Shut it." Bakugou's face was as red as Kirishima's hair, and he didn't have time to listen to his answer to his confession, or maybe he wasn't ready to hear it. He stands up forcefully, grabbing Kirishima's wrist and dragging him out the door. "When I'm done dealing with those two, I'll take you out to the best fucking dinner ever."
Kirishima doesn't even try to stop him. "So...it's a date, then?" he asks softly, and Bakugou can see the hope in those goddamn beautiful eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. Call it whatever the fuck you want." He can't help but smile for the second time that week, and even though he's pissed at Kaminari and Yaoyorozu, deep inside he's thankful for having this opportunity to be with Kirishima, which is the best Christmas present he could've ever asked for.