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Maybe he’s not able to reach the top of it, but Kirishima will be damned if he lets something like his height stop him, especially since decorating the tree is his responsibility.
Just before Christmas break, class 1-A decided unanimously -save for Bakugou- that they had to liven up the dorms with holiday cheer, and everyone was assigned with a task to complete. Kirishima’s was decorating the tree and he had also volunteered to bake gingerbread cookies, to make up for Bakugou’s vehement refusal of any and all participation -not that Kirishima minded baking.
Still, he hopes tomorrow’s task won’t be as difficult as getting this stupid star on top of the tree, his current situation not at all improved by Bakugou’s mocking laugh as he’s lazing comfortably on the warm couch. Kirishima resists the urge to roll his eyes.
“Dude, what are you laughing about?” he asks, already knowing the answer. Bakugou snorts.
“You’re short, shitty-hair,” he replies, taking a smug sip from his hot chocolate.
This time, not rolling his eyes proves too much. “You’re literally less than an inch taller than me.”
Bakugou sets the cup on the coffee table, grabbing his textbook. “Difference is, I could actually put the star on top without climbing on the ledge of the fireplace, still trying to reach and then landing flat on my ass.”
Kirishima feels his face heat up and just turns around, clutching the star in his right fist. Sometimes his boyfriend was as exasperating as he was hot -and Kirishima found him very hot.
“You could always help me you know,” he suggests. Slim chance.
“I’m okay enjoying the view from here, fuckmunch.”
Kirishima thinks what that could mean, then asks,“Staring at my ass again?”
“Fucking obviously.”
He goes back to the tree looming above him,silently mocking him, and sighs.
Damn it.
“Hey, Bakugou?”
“What, shitty-hair?”
“If you help me with the star…” he drawls, considering his options.
“No.”
“...I’ll make out with you,” he suggests.
“No. You’ll do that even if I don’t help you so,” Bakugou replies categorically and so sure of it Kirishima would be offended if he didn’t know it was one hundred percent true.
“I’ll let you taste tomorrow’s cookies first,” he offers as an alternative.
“I don’t give a fuck about your cookies, shitty-hair.”
Kirishima gives a pout, making Bakugou roll his eyes. He leans back on the wall, mulling things over a little bit. An idea springs to mind, and a good one at that.
“Along with your actual christmas present, I’ll get you one of those limited-edition All Might figurines they have in Kiyashi Ward’s shopping Mall.”
Bakugou’s eyes snap up from The History Of Heroes, then narrow as he looks at Kirishima. Kirishima just raises his eyebrows in return, biting the inside of his cheeks to stop a smile from forming. Got him.
“Fine,” Bakugou relents. “But only because that shit’s expensive and I’m saving up,” he warns in a menacing tone. Kirishima allows a grin to break over as his boyfriend gets up from his spot, leaving the book open.
“Thanks Bakugou!”
“Whatever. Just give me the star to put it on top.”
Kirishima startles, then clutches the star to his chest, affronted. “Absolutely not. It would be very unmanly if I assigned my duty to something else, especially my boyfriend.”
Bakugou’s face scrunches up in a deadpan expression. “What even- no, you know what, i don’t fucking care.” He throws his hands in the air. “Just tell me what you need me to do and be done with it.”
“Lift me up on your shoulders.”
Bakugou’s expression turns even flatter and he rolls his eyes so hard Kirishima thinks they’re going to pop off his eye sockets, but surprisingly, he turns around and crouches to the floor.
“I’m not gonna stay like that for long,” he warns when Kirishima doesn’t immediately climb.
He settles on Bakugou’s shoulders, and yes, he can finally reach the top. Carefully leaning forward he gently places the star on top. When he looks down, Bakugou is straightening a candy cane hanging from the lower branches, and as if sensing Kirishima’s eyes on him, snaps his head up, locking their gazes together.
“I hope you’re done, shitty-hair,” he says.
Kirishima nods and with a little maneuvering from both their part, comes down. He smiles at Bakugou and kisses his cheek.
“Thanks. Although,” he adds, deciding to tease him a little bit, “I think that maybe I put the wrong star on top.”
Bakugou scowls. “You had one job, fuckmunch, one job, to put the goddamn star on top, and you chose the wrong one?”
“Yeah,” Kirishima replies, “because I should have put you on top, since you’re my star.”
Bakugou looks too shocked to reply at first, but a red wave washes over his neck to his cheekbones, like mercury rising in one of those old thermometers in U.A.’s laboratory. Eventually, he croaks out,“Shitty-hair?”
His smile stretches for miles. “Yes, honey?”
“You have exactly three seconds to run.”
Kirishima’s laugh echoes down the hallways as an angry boyfriend sets off explosions behind him.