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“It’s too fucking cold”, Bakugou says into his scarf.
“Hey, hey, we’re almost back at school!” Kirishima exclaims. “And I thought you had a fire-type quirk! Why don’t you just warm yourself up?”
“It doesn’t work like that. It’s an explosion from the sweat on my skin. I’d just burn my clothes, dumbass.”
There was no real heat behind the insult and Kirishima laughed. He takes Bakugou’s hand in his own, rubbing his fingers to warm them. The unexpected touch sent Bakugou’s hand up in flames immediately from his sudden clammy hands.
“We make a good match with my hardening!” Kirishima laughs out. “There’s no need to be in embarrassed, come on we’re almost home.”
Bakugou slinks further into himself but doesn’t protest, squeezing Kirishima’s hand slightly as they walked. He grins and pecks Bakugou’s cheek and politely ignores Bakugou’s growing flush that most likely wasn’t from the cold.
They went grocery shopping early later in the night so neither were recognized. They had managed to make good names as debut heros, Bakugou especially with his flashy and loud personality. They had gotten so busy within the last few weeks they barely had time to do something as simple as grocery shop together. They didn’t exactly want their time interrupted after so long either.
Kirishima threw the bags into the kitchen when the came home before kicking off all his winter gear at the door so he wouldn’t trek snow through the apartment. Bakugou is more careful with his bags as he has the eggs. Kirishima takes them from him and starts loading up the fridge while Bakugou pulls things out of the bag for dinner.
People were shocked when they found out Bakugou could cook exceptionally well. He liked helping his mom a lot with dinner so he picked things up naturally. Kirishima tries his best but isn’t anywhere near how well Bakugou can cook so it’s always left to him while Kirishima cleans the dishes and table.
Arms wrap around him as Bakugou’s cutting up an onion. He doesn’t even flinch this time and leans closer against Kirishima’s familiar presence. They don’t need to talk or anything and Bakugou is back to prepping vegetables and the meat.
“If you don’t move I can’t cook, fucker.” Bakugou says.
Kirishima gives a dramatic sigh before he steps back and starts pulling plates down so he can set the table. It’s short work and soon he’s being directed how exactly to sear the onions until their translucent and to make sure the chicken is only brown not cooked yet. He follows dutifully and soon their eating. They’re talking about their days from earlier when they had to patrol the streets for a shift. Kirishima had caught a robbery while Bakugou’s was silent.
After dinner and after all the dishes are done, Bakugou is making grabby hands towards Kirishima who laughs and lets himself be pulled on top of his boyfriend as they watch some movie for background noise.
“Have you seen Denki lately?” Bakugou asks.
“I haven’t seen her, no. She’s in a hero agency closer to Tokyo, I think. Keeps her busy.” Kirishima smiles at Bakugou trailing his hands gently along Kirishima’s sides and snorts when Bakugou hits that certain spot.
He screeches when Bakugou digs into that spot, lunging away. He’s pulled back down by Bakugou who’s smiling as he tickles Kirishima.
“No, stop, please I’m gonna puke,” Kirishima is saying breathlessly.
Bakugou hesitates and Kirishima manages to gain the upper hand and quickly pulls the other under him. He gives a wicked grin as he pushes his hand into Bakugou’s neck.
“Oh my god, no, that was a cheap shot!” Bakugou wheezes. He flails but is successfully pinned underneath Kirishima now.
“It definitely was but I also could’ve gotten sick because that’s what tickling for an excessive amount of time does to you, babe.”
Bakugou is grinning, trying to shy away from Kirishima’s hands. Kirishima stops, breathless from both the tickling but also Bakugou himself. They’ve been dating for two years but he honestly never got over how beautiful he was.
Bakugou peaked an eye open and raised an eyebrow. “Something wrong?”
“Mm, no, not really. Just thinking how much I love you.”
Bakugou snagged a pillow and pushed it into Kirishima’s face. He snickered as he pushed the pillow behind him and crawled back on top of Bakugou. He buried his face into his boyfriend’s neck and felt Bakugou rest his head on top of his.
“I...love you, too.” Bakugou mumbled a few moments later. There were faint popping sounds as Bakugou struggled to control his quirk and a tenseness to his frame as he said it.
Kirishima smiled nonetheless, snagging another kiss on the cheek. He felt Bakugou sag into him, settling in for the next hour. He wasn’t the best at showing affection but they had their own ways of how things worked. It worked just fine for him.