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If there was something that Bakugou's common sense abhorred, it was common sense.
Was there a logical or and straight way of thinking when nothing seemed to matter and Kirishima's arms around his neck were the only relevant thing in the whole world? Bakugou hated how corny and cliche he could be turned with a simple touch that was not even a hint to take the big step.
Logic had to matter. Logic told him that sneaking out of his room at two in the morning, when all of his classmates slept, to go to the common room to meet with Kirishima, was not something considered good in his record as a good student who went to bed at eight, but it was difficult. Too, too difficult when Kirishima saw him in the eyes and the warmth of his smile woke up something in Bakugou that weakened his knees.
Weakness was a word that did not fit in the vocabulary of Bakugou Katsuki, but when it came to his redhead best friend... things changed and that word so detestable acquired a new significance. A good, a kind of nice meaning.
Kirishima's lips had never tasted so sweet and warm.
His fingers caressed Bakugou's neck, pulling very gently from the short hair that was there, while his lips painted on Bakugou's a path of fire that did nothing but expand on every side that his mouth touched. Kirishima's lips were surprisingly soft, which was the epitome of irony considering his quirk, and the tips of his fingers were gentle as they swept with great affection on Bakugou's sweaty and anxious skin.
Both were reclining on the sofa in the common room. So far, they had been watching a movie on the TV until they got bored and started talking about their favorite heroines. One thing led to the other, and Kirishima ended up sitting on Bakugou's lap, arms firmly encircling his head, and lips caressing the blond's forehead.
Bakugou hated how weak but fucking happy his emotions felt when Kirishima treated him like that, but the blonde hadn’t been left behind and his arms were suffocating hugging the redhead’s waist and back as well.
Kirishima's body odor was intoxicating. Soap with some mixture of his own essence that made foolish the brain of the blond who had his lips and hands on him. If he was fair to himself, Kirishima was also all over Bakugou, but the blond liked to take credit for most situations.
Bakugou unconsciously tilted his head when Kirishima bit his lower lip with his pointy teeth, and his lips lovingly painted a kissing path down to his cheek. The redhead’s breath tickled over his jaw not long after, and his sweaty hands threatening to explode if the situation continued, pulled Kirishima’s hair which was just a little wet and down on his forehead.
Kirishima let out a whimper that sent Bakugou's sanity into the stratosphere.
The blond was practically new to let someone invading his personal space as well as a baby in diapers in the sense of he himself to invade the personal space of someone else. Intimacy were a extraterrestrial term for his brain, and in his vocabulary that connotation did not exist.
Or at least it did not exist until Kirishima.
Bakugou's chest was pretty heavy and the air entered with difficulty. Kirishima's hands were kind on his hair and shoulders and his lips leaving short kisses on his neck did nothing but make Bakugou's heart overwhelm.
Then Bakugou imprisoned Kirishima between his legs, hid his head in the redhead's neck, no matter how his hair tickled his eyelids, and hugged Kirishima suffocatingly, like a koala without planning on letting go in a long time.
"Bakugou?" Kirishima's voice asked with a touch of confusion.
Bakugou ignored him. Kirishima still rejoined his embrace, without letting go, when he realized that Bakugou's heart was beating too fast in his ribcage.
The blonde on the other hand felt ashamed, flustered, frustrated, and very, very overwhelmed. His emotions were out of control and he loved him so, so bad that he felt that nothing was enough. Hugging Kirishima until both of them had no air had been a spontaneous response from his head in the middle of the crisis, and Kirishima seemed to not mind about it, which only meant that Bakugou's heart couldn't calm down for the time being.
Bakugou separated a little. His head just over Kirishima's shoulder about to shout out his feelings, even though he had done it before, when he saw it.
Yellow. So small that his hand was bigger than it. And eyes as black as the night were staring at him from the back of the couch while Kirishima hugged him as if his life depended on it.
Bakugou did the most masculine thing that occurred to him when he thought fast, and squeaked away from Kirishima and fell backwards on his ass to the floor.
"Okay.... was it that bad?" Kirishima asked.
Bakugou frowned and his sweaty hands flickered just a little.
"Where the fuck did that little shit come from?!"
Kirishima raised an eyebrow, and slowly turned to see at his side, where Bakugou previously had his gaze directed.
A baby chicken looked back at him. Kirishima stayed as a stone, and when the little chick jumped on the cushion of the sofa at his side, the redhead reacted exactly like Bakugou and ended up on the floor all over the blond.
"Where did that come from?!" Kirishima asked in a very loud voice to be considered appropriate, considering that the rest of his classmates were sleeping.
"Exactly my fucking same question!"
"Maybe that thing is one of our classmates?" Kirishima reasoned dumbly. "What if a villain with a quirk that transforms humans into animals entered the building? What if that baby chicken is Uraraka?! Or worse, Kaminari?!"
Bakugou took a deep breath.
"Besides that it's fucking impossible, why would that be worse?!"
"We could have crushed it without realizing it!"
"And?"
"Bakugou!" Kirishima whined and then moved on his lap to sit and watch the chick staring at them. "Is this you, Kaminari?"
Bakugou closed his eyes and counted to ten.
At the end of the countdown, he came to the conclusion that a chicken spying on them while they had their private moment did not indicate anything good, and was going to explode the little baby chicken spy without compassion.
Although of course, Kirishima acted more quickly and cautiously extended one of his hands forward in the direction of the small individual. The chick looked at Kirishima's hand curiously, and after a few moments, in just three little jumps, it ended up sitting on the palm of the redhead's hand.
Bakugou's heart squeezed humiliatingly inside of his chest. The chick was so tiny that Kirishima's small hand was huge for his little figure.
The redhead brought his hand up to his chest, and Bakugou spread his face curiously over his shoulder, his hands fisted on Kirishima's hips. The chick looked at them both for a long time and they also looked back to it very quietly.
Minutes or hours seemed to pass, and the baby chick ended up sleeping on the palm of Kirishima's hand. The redhead looked at Bakugou for a valid answer about what he should do, but Bakugou did not have the answer either.
Both remained silent, they also had moved and Bakugou was leaning his back against the sofa, still sitting on the floor, and Kirishima was between his legs with the chick in his hand which rested on his thigh.
They never found the answer, and the other's company was comfortable so they quietly decided to stay that way for a while.
But that little while, without them knowing it because they were tired and the corporal warmth of the other was comforting, became what remained of the night until dawn.
If the next morning they woke up to the flash of Kaminari’s phone while Sero and Shinsou were mocking them subtly and Koda apologize to them but said thanks for taking care of his pet all night and Iida commented on how irresponsible it was to sleep in the common room, Bakugou did not get to hear it because of his own explosions that generated chaos on that beautiful Monday morning.