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There was a bundle of blankets on one of the common room couches. Most of class 2-A were smart enough to avoid it, for fear of their hands getting bitten off. Or rather, exploded off.
Bakugou revelled in the peace he was granted for once. But of course, there was always a moron that would come along to break said peace.
Or in this case, two morons.
They crushed him. One body, followed by another, slightly less heavy body. He let out a grunt at the sudden weight.
“Katsukiiii~” Kirishima sang.
Kaminari chimed in just after, “whatcha doin’?”
“F*** off.”
The pair ignored him. Instead, they started pulling the blankets off their disgruntled boyfriend. They held in laughs upon finally seeing his scowling face.
“F*** you. You know I hate the cold.”
“It’s not even that cold,” Kaminari retorted.
“Give me back my f***ing blankets!” Bakugou yelled and reached for the other blonde, only to be stopped by Kirishima as Kaminari hopped off the sofa and ran to the other side of the room, blankets in arms, laughing. Bakugou tried to push Kirishima off him. He was pushed straight back into the sofa. Next thing he knew, Kirishima’s arms were wrapped tightly around him, hardened. He was nuzzling his face into his neck. Bakugou would think it was cute in any other situation. But right now he really just wanted to murder both of his boyfriends.
Pressing his hands into Kirishima’s sides, he tried pushing at him again, shouting, “get off!” But it was no use. He was so god damn heavy.
“Nuh-uh,” Kirishima said, childishly.
Bakugou resorted to kicking. Kirishima instantly responded by hardening his legs. Bakugou groaned. He could hear Kaminari in hysterics on the other side of the room. He stopped struggling. There was no way he could escape without blowing up his boyfriend, as tempting as that was right now.
“I just want my blankets back! It’s cold!” he snapped.
“Not unless you cuddle with us.”
“That’s what you want?”
“Mhm!”
“No,” he paused for a moment, accessing his current situation, “actually. You’re warm. Fine, I’ll cuddle with you, Ei.”
He wrapped his arms around him, while the redhead let out a quiet “yes!” in victory, returning his limbs back to their normal state.
Kaminari whined, making his way back over, “Nooo, let me join.”
“No”.
“Why not?”
“Eijirou wasn’t being a d***,” Bakugou stopped to think for a moment, “also, first boyfriend privileges.”
That earned him a light smack on the arm from Kirishima, who then sat up, “Katsuki!”
Kaminari pouted.
“I’m joking. But I meant the first part.”
The look on Kaminari’s face didn’t leave. Bakugou felt a wave of guilt wash over him, “s***...” He sat up and grabbed Kaminari by the wrist and pulled him onto the sofa. He put an arm around his shoulders and pulled him close, “c’mon, stop making that face. You know I didn’t mean it…”
When Kaminari responded by just looking away from him, Bakugou groaned and pulled the smaller boy into his lap, “I’m sorry, okay!”
Kaminari let himself fall backwards, top half landing in Kirishima’s lap. “It’s okay, Denki,” Kirishima started, pushing Kaminari’s hair out of his face, “ I love you.”
“Oh, I know you do, Ei. Just not so sure about someone else,” he shot a glare at Bakugou.
“Oh for f***s sake! I said sorry!” Bakugou pulled him back up. “I-” he kissed his forehead, ”love-” his cheek, “you!” and finally on the lips, “now stop acting like I don’t!”
A sly smile crept on Kaminari’s face, “aww babe! I love you, too!” he threw his arms around Bakugou’s neck. Kirishima burst out laughing.
“I hate you… Both of you…” Bakugou grumbled.