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It was a cold Monday during the break between classes and Bakugou was sitting right next to him, explaining an exercise when it first happened.
Eijirou should have suspected that Kaminari was up to something when his friend walked in class with his hands hiding behind his back and an uncharacteristic skip on his walk. If not those two, then the outright mischievous smile on his face should have warned Eijirou for what was about to happen. However, Eijirou had been way too preoccupied, he noticed jack until it was too late.
Staring up at the leafy plant with the red beads hanging above his and Bakugou's heads, Eijirou felt a question rising up his throat. Luckily for him, Bakugou beat him to it.
"The fuck is this," he groused, tone snappy as always.
"Can't you tell?" Kaminari grinned oh-so-not-innocently, "It's a mistletoe."
Eijirou blinked, still confused. "Are we decorating the classroom already? I thought Aizawa-sensei said we will do it on Friday."
Kaminari rolled his eyes. "True but that's not the point. Y'all under a mistletoe," he said. He was wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, "Which means you gotta kiss."
With both eyebrows raised in question, Eijirou glanced at Bakugou but the boy wasn't looking at him. Bakugou's eyes glared daggers at Kaminari, narrowing in response to Kaminari's widening grin and before any of their usual arguments began, Eijirou laughed it off, albeit stiffly.
"Oh c'mon man, stop messing around."
Kaminari shook his head. "I'm dead ass serious." To enhance his point, Kaminari jingled the mistletoe indicatively. "Get on with it."
Seeing that Bakugou's scowl deepened profusely, Eijirou placed his hand over the boy's wrist in a soothing manner. Then he turned to Kaminari again. "C'mon man, are you trying to pick up a fight? Aizawa-sensei will not be happy--"
The rest of his stance died in his throat because strong fingers suddenly gripped on his chin and pulled him forwards, soft lips finding his chapped ones and before Eijirou realized what was going on, Bakugou was kissing him. Him. Bakugou Katsuki kissing him.
What the hell.
It was warm, it was gentle in its hurry and it ended as abruptly as it started, leaving Eijirou blinking in confusion and with a rising heart rate.
Bakugou on the other hand seemed completely calm and collected when he glanced back up at Kaminari's shell-shocked expression. He even quirked a challenging eyebrow at Kaminari when he saw that the boy was frozen on the spot.
"The fuck you starin' like a dumbass at?" Bakugou scoffed. "Scram, we are busy."
Kaminari glanced at Eijirou, eyes wide like saucers and searching for some sort of an answer but Eijirou was still a bit shaken, so a sheepish smile was all he could offer. Kaminari made an noncommittal sound before he spoke, "O-Okay, I guess."
Watching him turn on his heel and leave in a daze, Eijirou soon realized that the rest class had gone too quiet and they were all staring at him and Bakugou with the same astonished expression Kaminari had worn not so long ago. Eijirou offered them a shy smile as well. He had zero idea of what to say to ease the tension.
Bakugou elbowed him on his ribs then, getting his full attention. "Back to work, Kirishima. Head off the clouds."
Eijirou shook his head as if to clear it. Then he snickered. "With you around, my head is always in clouds. Of smoke."
Bakugou looked up at him and made a face. "Funny fucker, ain't ya," he quipped, "If only you solved those exercises as fast as you're running your fuckin' mouth."
"Touché."
"Less talking, more studying. I don't have all damned day."
Eijirou pouted but turned back to the problem in front of him. He then noticed that his fingers were still wrapped around Bakugou's wrist and he automatically glanced up to Bakugou only to see him staring right back with curiosity. As soon as their gazes met though, Bakugou averted his eyes down to the papers between them.
They stayed connected like that until next class started. Watching Bakugou go back to his seat though, Eijirou tried not to think about it. He didn't think of the fact that Bakugou just stole his first kiss, as much as he didn't think about how pink Bakugou's ears were for the rest of the class.
~ * ~
He didn't get the chance to not think about it though. Kaminari was kind enough to remind him later.
"I was expecting something else," he huffed and pouted. They were alone (miraculously) in the common room, each one staring at their phone, "Hesitation. If not that then a curse, a yell, maybe even an explosion! But no! Mr. Talented went straight in for the kill!"
Eijirou laughed at him, his eyes never leaving a workout video. "You're naïve, Kami," he said, "Bakugou isn't one to back down in the face of a challenge."
Kaminari threw him a strange look. "Kissing you is the challenge?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"What's challenging about kissing a cute boy, even."
"Well, that's..." Eijirou trailed off as Kaminari's words slowly sunk in. He narrowed his eyes at his friend curiously. "Wait, did you just call me cute?" he asked.
"Duh?"
"You think I'm cute?"
Kaminari kept scrolling through whatever social media but he rolled his eyes nonetheless. "Hell yeah, you're the cutest boy I know bro! Well, after me. And, like, Sero." Kaminari paused and his eyes grew distant, a giddy smile forming on his face. "But I'm gay for Sero, so maybe I'm biased." Another pause. "Doubtful, but maybe."
Fair point, Eijirou mused and pursed his lips to a pensive line. Two seconds of thought later and he asked, "Do you think Bakugou thinks I'm cute too?"
It was then that Kaminari paused his scrolling, looked at him and rolled his eyes while snorting and shaking his head. "And then you have the audacity to call me naive, oh adorably oblivious cute boy."
That didn't exactly answer Eijirou's question but he was too busy being embarrassed at the stupid nickname Kaminari just called him to care. He elbowed Kaminari's ribs, completely ignoring the loud round of yowling he earned in return.
He wasn't going to lie to himself; he did low-key (read: high-key) wish Bakugou found him cute.
~ * ~
His class probably got a weird kick out of watching them kiss, because there was no other explanation for the amount of times Eijirou found himself under a mistletoe while coexisting with Bakugou in the same space. (Which was rather often, he later came to realize.)
Kaminari's mistletoe attempt seemed to have given courage to most of the students of 1-A to repeat it, because the next day during lunch break, Ashido came up to them with a huge smile and wouldn't leave until they did the thing, as she called it. Later in the afternoon, Sero did the same in the changing room. At some point even a very tired-looking Todoroki was talked into doing it -- which of course didn't end up very well because as soon as Bakugou was done kissing him (because he would kiss Eijirou every time with no more hesitation), he launched himself to the Half-and-Half bastard oh-so ready to fight.
Until Saturday, Eijirou had probably kissed Bakugou around thirty times. Not that he was counting, but okay.
He didn't have it in him to mind kissing Bakugou, yet he didn't know he had it in him to actually look forward to it. Kissing Bakugou was...nice. True, it had been super awkward in the beginning, mainly because Bakugou went in for the prize too fast but once they both got the hang of it, not only their kisses lasted longer but they were both also much more relaxed too. Their noses would still bump and their lips would still miss, but instead of breaking away in embarrassment, they would laugh it off and try again. Eijirou always wrapped his arms around his best friend's neck and played with Bakugou's hair and Bakugou placed his hand between Eijirou's shoulder blades, the other on his hip in an attempt to push their bodies as close as possible.
Both were breathless and dazed afterwards, and the more they kissed, the worse it became. Eijirou tried to not read too much into it. It was normal -- it had to be. Kissing was supposed to feel nice. It was normal be salty when he didn't get to do it for a day too...probably.
For example: Sunday.
It was Sunday and it was quiet because most of UA students had gone back for family time. Eijirou would have gone too had not his parents be out of town, so instead he sulked in his room, not because he was alone but because there was no mistletoe incidents that day. In fact, he was so salty that for the past hour, Eijirou had been contemplating on going over to Bakugou's room and ask his friend if he would mind a kiss without the mistletoe and all -- he knew the other boy was there; Eijirou had heard him drop something and shout a curse earlier. He also knew that Bakugou would probably say yes to his request; Eijirou just couldn't find his balls to ask.
Must have dropped them somewhere on the way to the cafeteria, he thought to himself acidly and turned over the page to the magazine he was pretending to read.
When he heard Bakugou knock twice on the wall separating their rooms, Eijirou perked up immediately and walked closer, knocking two times as a response. It was a form of communication their shared - Eijirou called it secret or mysterious and Bakugou always rolled his eyes, calling him a nerd - developed mainly because of Bakugou's inability to text or move his goddamned feet to cover the three step distance separating their dorms. Not that Eijirou minded, per se; he just liked teasing Bakugou about it.
"Come over," he heard Bakugou's muffled voice from the other side, "Bring your 3DS."
"Mario Kart?" Bakugou had been stuck on it for weeks.
"Yeah. I'll kick your ass."
Eijirou smirked. "We'll see about that."
Bakugou usually left his door unlocked, so Eijirou simply walked in a minute later and found him laying on his stomach on his bed, already invested in a round. He locked the door behind him and flopped next to Bakugou, immediately draping himself all over the other boy to watch the ongoing match over Bakugou's shoulder. Bakugou didn't try to throw him off -- he never did. It was a rather physical arrangement both felt comfortable with and did without knowing most of the times, but that moment, Eijirou did it on purpose. Bakugou was warm, he smelled super nice and Eijirou wanted to kiss him so bad it was almost driving him insane.
Where's a mistletoe when you need one?
"How come you're fourth place?" Eijirou asked, "Tough round?"
"Fuck you, Shitty Hair," the other snapped, "That assrag mcfuckin' dipshit Yoshi threw a blue shell at me, s'all."
Eijirou snorted and buried his face in the explosion of Bakugou's hair. Fuckin hell, Bakugou's hair smelled so amazing -- usually it was just smoke and nitroglycerin but apparently the boy had taken a break from explosions as well as a shower and now his hair smelled like jasmine and Eijirou was weak. He hadn't realized he was nuzzling every crook of the back of Bakugou's neck until the other shrugged him off.
"The fuck you doin'?" he muttered, "Marking me?"
Eijirou pulled away laughing, a tad embarrassed. "Maybe."
Bakugou glanced at him with the corner of his eye and it was then that Eijirou noticed his ears had the same adorable pink. When their gazes met, sparks flied and Eijirou looked away, heart racing.
What the hell.
"A-Are you done?" he asked, "I wanna play."
After a few seconds of silence Bakugou turned his head towards his 3DS. "Yeah. Buckle up; its your time to die."
Eijirou got comfortable on his back. He narrowed his eyes challengingly. "Bring it, explosion boy."
Seven rounds in, Eijirou winning five of them, Bakugou was literally seething in anger and Eijirou was laughing tears at his constipated face and his yelling. Upon losing the sixth round too, Bakugou scoffed and slapped his 3DS closed, sitting up on the bed with his back facing Eijirou. Eijirou chuckled, earning himself a low growl to which he reacted by nudging Bakugou's back with his elbow.
"Oh c'mon, don't cut off my winning streak! Let's play again!"
"Shut up. Fuck you."
Eijirou sat up and wrapped his arm around Bakugou's shoulders only to be shaken off. "Blasty, you're such a sore loser," he laughed, not hurt in the slightest.
"Fuck. You."
"Fuck me, sure, but it's the truth."
Bakugou wouldn't meet his eye when he said, "Shut up -- you're not better than me, I'm just...distracted."
Eijirou raised both eyebrows. "You? Distracted? That's rare."
"Yeah, shut up." Bakugou's tone softened. "It's your fault anyway."
"How's it my fault?!"
Bakugou finally turned to him. He was scowling and pouting really hard, but something in his eyes made Eijirou swallow. Winning a stare down with Bakugou was a lost game, simply because the boy's gaze was so damn intimidating so Eijirou quickly glanced away with his heart tap-dancing on his tongue. He only looked up when a hand snaked its way up his nape but before he had the chance to realize what was going on or how close Bakugou's face was to his, Bakugou was kissing him.
Eijirou's hand shot up to Bakugou's neck as he kissed back. He could hear alarms going off in his head, as well as the questions he had tried not to entertain making their way to his conscious but he ignored it all, favoring the feel of his best friend kissing him instead. Bakugou had gotten so much better at this, damn it; he had drawn Eijirou's lower lip into his mouth and something so simple made heat crawl all the way up Eijirou's neck for some reason.
When they parted, Eijirou's head was spinning. "U-Uh, Bakugou?" he managed to whisper.
Bakugou grunted while idly playing with the short hairs at the back of Eijirou's neck. "What is it?"
Eijirou swallowed. "Th-There's no mistletoe, y'know, to..." He trailed off, watching Bakugou's face closely through his lashes.
Bakugou's nose wrinkled. "I don't fucking need one," he scoffed. Then he paused, he hesitated, eyes staring straight in Eijirou's damned soul and he muttered, "Do you?"
Mistletoe? No mistletoe needed here anymore.
The realization had a wave of relief, as well as enthusiasm surge all over Eijirou's body. Biting his lower lip hard enough to almost bleed in his excitement, Eijirou shook his head vigorously. "You fuckin' bet I don't need one." He threw his arms apart, grinning. "C'mere babe!"
"Wait, hold on a fucking sec--"
But Bakugou didn't manage to finish his sentence before Eijirou tackled him to the bed and kissed the living (Christmas) lights out of him. Bakugou grumbled something about dogs and bruised ribs, but Eijirou just kissed him again, effectively shutting him up.
Bakugou stopped complaining after that.