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The first time we kiss you have no idea but it's completely intentional on my side. You think it's a spur of the moment type of thing but the truth is I've been thinking about it for days. Probably since I realised you didn't hate me.
We're sitting on a bench, just waiting for the bus to come and drive us back to Yuuei. It's a warm afternoon and our uniform blazers are long gone. The last rays of sun sit on your skin is the sweetest of ways, making your face glow golden and softening the features you try to harden.
You’ve bought a can of green tea for each of us and I cool yours nearly to ice before giving it back. We both take a long sip, exhausted from the extra training and the warmth of spring.
We've missed the first bus back so now we have to wait an extra forty-five minutes to be picked up. I weight my options, knowing forty-fives minutes are both a lot of and little time.
You get up to throw away our empty cans and I hand you mine over. The electric feeling that runs through me the second our fingers brush is strong enough to make my choice. Before you can sit back down again I push you single handedly against the bus stop wall.
Your face automatically turns into a scowl, the one I'm so used to seeing, and your hand flies to wrap tight around my wrist.
“What the fuck, Todoroki” you say.
My brain shuts down. I finally have you up against the wall and all I can do is stare at your lips. I should probably do something or say something but this up close you're to breathtakingly beautiful I'm left speechless.
“Breath moron,” you tell me in a much lower voice than before and I stop holding my breath.
Inhaling and then exhaling, following your command, I look up at your blood red eyes that stare right back at me. I feel for the first time that you can read through me, that my so called emotionless stare is now a window to my heart. If what I feel scares you, you do not let it show.
“Bakugou,” I call you, once I've gained back control of myself, “I'm going to kiss you.”
Your grip on my wrist softens and you move both of our hands out of the way as you speak.
“Then fucking go for it.”
So I do, slowly leaning down and apparently too slow for your taste because you pull me down by the neck and meet me halfway.