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The snow slowly drifted down, coating the ground in the softness of white. It looked almost fluffy enough to just lie down and go to sleep, but the sneeze from Bakugo made Kirishima think that sleeping in snow was probably not a good idea. There were no cars around, just the deafened footsteps of Kirishima and Bakugo. Their breath came out in steam, and for some reason, it seemed so right to be with him, on this night.
Bakugo was all bundled in his winter gear; the big, fluffy denim jacket paired with his combat boots and not so warm black jeans. A scarf was wrapped around his neck, courtesy of Kirishima, who was being a worried puppy. As they walked, Bakugo stared up at the sky above, admiring the sight of the clouds and the slowly drifting snow.
Kirishima was wearing a similar jacket to Bakugo, but some parts of it were ripped from when he accidentally activated his quirk. Apparently denim doesn’t work well with sharp skin. He had his cargo pants on, and his snow boots made a similar sound to Bakugo’s. Honestly, Bakugo didn’t really get why Kirishima was so worried about him in the first place. If anything, Kirishima looked colder than him. Bakugo wondered if it was because of his own quirk that made him more resistant to the cold. Either way, Kirishima was shivering, looking down at the snow as they walked with a grumpy look on his face.
“Oi, dumbass,” Bakugo called to him.
Kirishima’s head popped back up to look at Bakugo in surprise. “Yeah? What’s up, man?”
“You look cold.”
“Hah. Manly men don’t get cold. I’m fine.”
The same toothy grin that Bakugo knew all too well welcomed the explosion boy, and, out of habit, he gave a small smile.
“Don’t be an even bigger dumbass. I can see you shivering, idiot.”
“I’ll be fine. We’re almost there anyways.”
They were headed to Bakugo’s estate to hang out, but for Kirishima at least, it was ten times colder than he expected. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and checked the temperature. -18 degrees. The boy sighed, and his breath came out in a cloud of steam. His hands were freezing, and he had no scarf, since he gave his to Bakugo. He could see Bakugo observing him from the corner of his eye, but he didn’t make eye contact with him.
As they passed a streetlight, Kirishima took a second to watch the white snow connect with the orange light, the cloudy grey sky making the snow look even brighter. He smiled softly, until a shiver ran through him. The night was so beautiful with the snow. Bakugo had stopped to look at him, and when Kirishima met his gaze, the usually angry boy smiled. Kirishima smiled back. Something about this night just seemed so right.
They continued to walk, the crisp air biting Kirishima’s cheeks and the crunch of snow beneath them. Every once in a while, they would look at each other and give a small smile, then continue on in silence. However, the silence was nothing bad. Instead, it felt so comfortable that Kirishima felt like he wanted to fall asleep. Preferably on Bakugo…
Kirishima had to shake his head to get the thought out of his head. Bakugo looked at him, confused, but continued to walk regardless. A small blush arose on Kirishima’s face, a blush that he hoped would look like the nip of cold wind. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, they reached Bakugo’s estate. He had explained that Bakugo’s parents were out of town, and so it was just him. Why he didn’t have a bigger posse following him was beyond Kirishima, but he appreciated the sentiment regardless.
Bakugo fumbled with his keys, his gloveless hands making it hard to find the right one. And, not only that, but Kirishima was so goddamn cute that he had a hard time focusing. He had never experienced a silence quite like the one that him and Kirishima just shared, and when he looked up at the sky, he looked so blissful. Bakugo was happy to have witnessed that.
Sure, Kirishima was a really happy guy most of the time, kind of aloof but really excitable. Determined and couragous. But rarely did Bakugo ever see him in a such a state of bliss . The calmness in his gaze towards the sky, the small smile as he observed the snow, and the orange light giving his features just enough shadows to accent his smile. He was… gorgeous.
Bakugo couldn’t stop thinking about this as he got the tea ready for his crush. He had told Kirishima to head upstairs to his bedroom and get situated, so Bakugo was left alone with his embarrassing thoughts and his tea kettle running. After a bit, it was ready, and he made his way up to join Kirishima.
He found the red haired riot cuddled up in his blankets on his bed, and he didn’t seem to notice Bakugo come in. He was just shivering, trying to make as much heat as he could. A small laugh escaped his lips, and Kirishima opened his eyes to look at Bakugo. His eyes widened, and he untangled himself from the blankets. His winter “gear” was on the floor, and he had shed down to just his shirt ad his jeans.
“Sorry! I just… needed some warmth, is all.”
“Get back in there.”
“Huh?”
“I said lay the fuck down!”
“Aah.. okay?”
The boy seemed confused, but did so anyways. Bakugo put the tea down on his side dresser next to his bed, and went to the closet to grab more blankets. He drapped them over Kirishima, who was still confused but started to become more content. Bakugo had never done this before, so he knew that his blush was definitely noticeable. He tried to keep the same scowling as he normally did, but this boy melted it right off of his face. For someone so cold, he certainly had the ability to melt Bakugo’s cold heart.
After getting the blankets situated, Bakugo moved his way in and cuddled besides Kirishima, who tensed up in surprise, but didn’t put back. In fact, he cuddled closer to Bakugo. Bakugo in response held him closer, running a hand through the red hair of his crush. His other hand wrapped under Kirishima, holding him close to his torso. He rested his chin on his forehead and gave a deep breath, his anxiousness rising, but fading after every breath.
Kirishima wrapped one of his arms around the blonde boy’s torso and held onto him like he was never going to see him again. He gave a shaky breath into Bakugo’s neck, who in turn slightly shivered. They clung to each other like it was the end of the world, the rest of existence fading from reality. All that mattered was the two tangled around each other.
Bakugo played with the hem of Kirishima’s shirt, the skin underneath freezing. Bakugo gave a small laugh and squeezed Kirishima closer. Kirishima tried his best to get closer, but they were as close as they could get without falling off of the bed. The window beside Bakugo’s bed revealed the snow that Kirishima was so lovingly looking at early. Bakugo smiled.
“Dumbass,” he whispered warmly. “You could have just told me you were cold.”
“I was not cold,” Kirishima remarked, though it was obvious by the lack of fierceness in his voice that he was starting to fall asleep.
“Your skin is freezing.”
“…Maybe manly men sometimes get cold.”
Bakugo felt Kirishima smile against his collarbone, and Bakugo turned his head to kiss the red haired boy’s forehead. Kirishima retorted by kissing Bakugo’s collarbone. Silence fell around them, and Bakugo heard the soft yet constant breath of Kirishima on his neck. He was asleep, and the silence was enough to lull Bakugo into sleep eventually. The two cuddled together for the night, falling asleep rather than the normal video games. But honestly, both of them prefered this over the latter.
The night was cold, the snow eventually becoming undisturbed once more. The quiet was comfortable, and the two, tangled up together, never parted from each other that night. Nor did they the next morning, even though the plan had been to play video games since it was the weekend. They stayed as close as they could the entire weekend, the two of them finally getting the affection they had craved for so long.