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It had been a really, really damn long day, that was for sure. Kirishima and Bakugou were finally coming back to their shared room after what felt like forever . It felt strange, almost, to come back to a calm and quiet place. Trouble and villains seemed to follow U.A, honestly, the feeling of relaxing was one that felt strange and unearned. Guess that was the life of a hero here.
Coming back after such an intense match was almost a sigh of relief for the two. When Bakugou had originally asked his boyfriend to join him, he'd thought it'd be a good opportunity to spend some time together. But even sharing a fucking room and a bed couldn't do that, because some dumb villain had to ruin it. Bakugou was annoyed.
"Awww, our suits are ruined!" Kirishima complained as they walked back inside, taking off his tattered jacket. "And you looked so nice in yours, too. My one chance to see you in fancy clothes...gone..."
Bakugou scoffed. "Stop being so overdramatic, idiot. It's just a suit, it ain't the end of the world." Bakugou grumbles, and Kirishima pouts.
"But we were supposed to spend time together!! I've missed you, y'know." Kirishima says, looking over his shoulder. He doesn't sound annoyed, though. Or upset. The idiot always has a smile on his face, and it never fails to make Bakugou's heart jump.
"I know." Bakugou grumbles. "Why do you think I invited you here?"
Kirishima laughs, then smiles. "I don't know about you, but I was looking forward to the ball so much! We could talk to our friends, maybe have a drink if we're lucky, then slow dance for hours..."
Bakugou freezes at that. "Slow dancing? You like that cheesy shit?"
"It isn't cheesy!!" Kirishima retorted. "It's romantic. I've always wanted to try it, y'know."
Bakugou doesn't say anything, turning his back to Kirishima and thinking. Kirishima takes this as Bakugou being uninterested, it seems, because he rubs the back of his head nervously. "I-it's ok, though! I know it's not really your thing, and the ball got hijacked anyway, so it's fine. Don't worry about it!"
"Eijirou." Bakugou suddenly says, cutting him off. He's got his phone in his hand, and he looks determined. Kirishima blinks, wide-eyed. "Let's do it."
"Do what?" Kirishima asks, laughing nervously.
"Slow dance." Bakugou says, with a scoff, like it was obvious. "You said you liked it, didn't you? So c'mon."
"Wait, wait, I've never actually slow danced before! I don't know how it works!" Kirishima says, starting to visibly get more nervous. But Bakugou just presses something on his phone, and a gentle song starts to play softly. Kirishima recognises it as one he admired a while ago. Bakugou remembered it, of fucking course he did. What boyfriend would he be if he didn't?
"It's not that hard." Bakugou says, putting his hand on Kirishima's waist carefully, holding Kirishima's hand with his other. "Besides, you're a fast learner. Y'can catch on quick."
Kirishima sputtered gently, but then Bakugou started to move, slowly, and Kirishima went quiet. Bakugou was doing this for him . Kirishima leaned his head on Bakugou's shoulder, making it more intimate, his way to say 'thank you'.
Bakugou wasn't good with words. He'd never been good with words, right from the start. He let them bubble up and overflow until they took over him. So it became an unnamed habit to use touch instead--hands, kisses, holds. Touch that said 'I love you', touch that said 'I need you', touch that said 'thank you'.
Kirishima leaned his head on Bakugou's shoulder, gently. His face was a furious red, and he was sure Bakugou could feel how fast his heart was racing. He was so surprised, honestly. Who would've guessed that the explosive Bakugou Katsuki is such a sap? Kirishima chuckled to himself, thinking that he could potentially tease Bakugou about that later. But right now, this moment was about them. The moment was theirs, and Kirishima wanted to enjoy every second.
He breathed slowly, paying attention to every detail he possibly could. The warmth of Bakugou's hand in his--hand holding seemed to be something special, for them. Any time Bakugou was upset or uneasy, he would scramble to reach Kirishima's hand and squeeze it. If Kirishima was scared, down, anything, he'd just reach for Bakugou's hand. It grounded him. It was the ground for both of them--something so simple, yet so meaningful. It couldn't be described.
(Kirishima, however, had no idea how special and important 'taking his hand' would be later down the line.)
"This is really romantic, y'know," Kirishima chuckled, lifting his head to look at Bakugou. Bakugou just rolled his eyes, but Kirishima spotted the blush on his cheeks.
"Oh shut up, you fucking dork. I did this for you, wouldn't be caught dead doin' it otherwise." Bakugou corrected, but that didn't help his situation at all.
"Awe, only for me? You're such a sap, Katsuki," Kirishima leaned it, pressing a gentle kiss to Bakugou's cheek. "Thank you."
Bakugou just blushed a furious red. "You don't need to thank me, idiot."
Kirishima just laughed again, but leaned on Bakugou's shoulder, and listened to his heartbeat as they danced. He'd never felt more at home and more loved.
The past week had been busy as hell , and Kirishima and Bakugou barely had time alone, let alone time together . After Bakugou got his hero licence, he was doing everything he could to do as much hero work as he could possibly manage. It was tough, but Kirishima was proud. Bakugou had come such a long way, and it was amazing to see him go out and fight, just like he wanted. The two still saw each other in class, still held hands in break and maybe snuck a kiss if they were lucky, but this was the harsh truth. Going into becoming a hero was a difficult and demanding job.
Just when they could've had more time together, Bakugou had gotten an offer for an internship with Miruko. Bakugou admired her, Kirishima knew he did, and he wasn't surprised when Bakugou accepted straight away. Kirishima had nothing negative to say, either. Bakugou was doing the best thing for himself.
Kirishima just...missed him.
When Bakugou came back after the long, long week, Kirishima was completely attached to him . They were in Bakugou's dorm, Kirishima clutching his waist while Bakugou chuckled, and ran a hand through his hair. "Damn, Eijirou. I didn't realise y'missed me that much. You're such a dork."
"I am not!!" Kirishima retorted, almost immediately. "We've barely got to spend time together, and then you went away for an internship! Of course I miss you..."
Bakugou shook his head, and leaned down to press a kiss to Kirishima's forehead. "I missed you too, dork ."
Kirishima's face flushed red, and he buried his head into Bakugou's shoulder, mumbling something that sounded like ' Shut up ' into it. Bakugou smiled fondly, and wrapped his arms around Kirishima's waist, cuddling him properly. Kirishima let out a content sound that almost resembled a purr, and made himself comfortable. They stayed there for a while, in the comfort of each other and their hold, making up for the lost time.
"Hey, Katsuki?" Kirishima suddenly said, lifting his head. "Let's dance."
Bakugou's eyes immediately went wide, and he scoffed. "Dance? What do you mean, dance?"
"What do you think I mean?" Kirishima said, sitting up. "Remember I-Expo? When we were in the suite, in the suits? I wanna dance again!"
Bakugou blinked. "Why?"
Kirishima's cheeks flushed red. "It was really romantic n' cute...n' it felt really nice. Please?"
"You...god, you're such a dork." Bakugou murmured, letting out a sigh. "Fine. Let's go."
Kirishima immediately beamed, slightly shocked that Bakugou actually agreed . "Wait, wait, really?"
"Yeah, really." Bakugou got his phone out, scrolling through it and picking a playlist. "How the fuck could I say no to you? 'Specially when you ask me lookin' all cute n' shit."
"I am not cute!" Kirishima exclaimed, and Bakugou just snorted and put his hand around Kirishima's waist in return, the other taking Kirishima's hand.
"Shh, Eijirou. Just dance."
Bakugou paced the room, waiting for Kirishima to come back. Fatgum had a mission out of town, and of course being the absolute hero he is, his boyfriend was the first to go. Bakugou was proud of him, he was always proud of him, and that would never change. But he couldn't help himself and worry. What if something went wrong? What if Kirishima got hurt? The thought of something happening to Kirishima and Bakugou not being there to help him, to save him , was absolutely terrifying.
Bakugou knew Kirishima was more than capable of protecting himself, hell, he was a hero and one of the strongest people Bakugou knew. There was no one he'd rather have by his side. Every single day Bakugou could see Kirishima's growth in skill, in courage, in confidence , and he was so, so fucking proud.
Fucking hell, where is he?
It had been two hours since Kirishima was supposed to come home, now. Usually missions didn't run that much overtime, and Bakugou found himself more and more worried with each passing minute, worst case scenarios all playing in his head and driving him mad. All he could think was what if something happened? What if he's hurt? What if-
After what felt like a lifetime, the door finally opened, and Kirishima was sobbing .
Bakugou immediately stood up, eyes widening. Kirishima's hero costume was torn, his hair down and falling across his face in messy spikes, and he looked more roughed up than usual but overall okay. That would be if it wasn't for the tears streaming down his face as he choked out sobs. Bakugou crossed the room fast, wrapping his arms around Kirishima. Kirishima gripped him desperately tight, sinking to the floor and taking Bakugou with him. Bakugou's veins raced with worry, and he held Kirishima tighter.
"Eijirou...Eijirou, what's wrong?" Bakugou whispered, trying to calm his boyfriend down. Kirishima just let out another sob, burying his head in Bakugou's shoulder.
"I-I...I c-couldn't-I can't -" Kirishima stammered between sobs. "I c-couldn't save them!"
Bakugou's gut twisted, and he pressed a kiss to Kirishima's head. "It's ok, Eijirou. It's ok. I'm for you, yeah?"
"I-It's not ok! I-it's not ok .." Kirishima choked.
"Shh, Eijirou. Shhh. Just take your mind of it. 'M here, it's ok." Bakugou said.
Kirishima's entire body trembled. "It's not...it's not.." He whispered into Bakugou's shoulder, his cries raising in volume again.
Bakugou shushed him softly, running a hand through his hair and holding Kirishima close to him. He tried to focus on calming Kirishima down, to grounding him again. He intertwined their fingers together gently, running his thumb over Kirishima's hand while pressing kisses to his neck and cheek. They stayed like that for a while, Bakugou holding Kirishima close, listening to his heartbeat and trying to make him feel okay again. Until eventually, the hard, desperate sobs slowed to small sniffles, and Bakugou pulled back.
"Eijirou," He whispered, cupping his boyfriend's cheek and looking him in the eyes. "Let's dance.”
Kirishima opened his eyes, his eyebrows drawing together in clear confusion. "D-Dance? What do you mean?"
Bakugou ran his thumb over Kirishima's cheek, gently wiping away his tears. "I said I wanted to take your mind of it 'till you were ready to talk 'bout it, yeah?" Bakugou pressed a kiss over one of Kirishima's tears. "So let's dance."
Kirishima inhaled slowly and shakily, looking down. It was a kind of ridiculous thing to ask, really. Kirishima's clothes were in tatters, Bakugou was in his school uniform, but that wasn't the point of it. Dancing was something to calm Kirishima, to ground him again, to remind him that Bakugou was there.
"Okay." Kirishima whispered.
Bakugou smiled and carefully helped Kirishima to his feet, placing his hand on Kirishima's waist and intertwining their hands with his other one. He didn't bother playing music, there was no need. Kirishima let out a shaken exhale, and leant his head on Bakugou's shoulder. Bakugou kissed the top of his head, then started to move, slowly. Moving step by step to a soundless song, only needing each other. The only thing that could be heard was the lingering sniffles coming from Kirishima, and Bakugou gently shushing him as they kept on dancing.
Bakugou wasn't a romantic person, at all. Never in a million years did he think that something like slow-dancing would be something he was fine with, that he resorted to. But it held a different meaning for them, and for once, it wasn't about him . It was about Kirishima. And Bakugou would gladly do anything needed to make Kirishima feel better, he'd do it over and over and over again in a heartbeat.
"I love you, Katsuki." Kirishima murmured, and Bakugou's heart fluttered. He pressed another kiss to Kirishima's forehead.
"I love you too, Eijirou."
The last dance was perhaps the best dance out of all of them.
Kirishima had his hand on Bakugou's waist, gently, looking him right in the eyes. His expression could be described as nothing other than pure and utter love, and that same emotion was reflected right back at him. Bakugou had his arms around Kirishima's neck, and he only had eyes for Kirishima. It was only them. Kirishima pulled him closer by the waist until they were practically hugging, and Bakugou chuckled, completely overwhelmed by the sheer love he was feeling.
The last dance, but also the first.
Kirishima and Bakugou wore matching suits made out of soft, smooth material that cost enough to make Kirishima and Bakugou save for months in advance. Kirishima's was maroon with a black dress shirt and slacks. Bakugou's dress shirt and suit jacket were black, but his tie was a matching maroon. They both had the same red and orange rose in their pockets. They were both dressed to perfection .
After 10 years of being together, some things had changed about the two. Kirishima had grown taller, very much so, and his hair had grown out and now was tied back in a neat ponytail. Bakugou looked the same, aside from the strengthened jaw, new scars, and the fresh undercut he'd gotten after Kirishima had admired the 'manliness' of the hairstyle. Things changed, but their love for each other had not. From their first year of high school, to their third year where Kirishima had given Bakugou a promise ring on their graduation day, to the moment where Bakugou had given Kirishima a much better ring to replace it with.
"You always have to one-up me!" Kirishima joked at the proposal, still sobbing, and Bakugou just laughed and kissed away his tears. He didn't know how Kirishima didn't see it coming, honestly. They were connected in a way neither of them could describe, and no matter how many years went by, that wouldn't change. They wanted to spend the rest of their life with each other.
So, there was one thing that completed the look. Glimmering, proud rings on each of their hands, rings that seemed to catch the light and twinkle. Neither of them could believe it was happening, in all honesty. It was the best day of their lives.
The song played across the space of the hall, a circle of their family, friends and others along the way, watching them dance. It was a little surreal, in all honesty. They had been so used to dancing in the space of their dorm, of their shared room, of their bedroom of the place they'd bought together. Dancing in a huge hall full of people, they’d thought it'd be nerve wracking. But despite the countless people in the room, their eyes never left each other. The only thing they could focus on, was each other.
"I love you," Kirishima whispered, leaning his forehead against Bakugou's as they danced in time to the music. A blush crossed Bakugou's cheeks and his heart raced, despite having heard those three words so many times now. He would never, ever get tired of it.
"I love you too, Eijirou." Bakugou said back, smiling up at him. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
And they danced. They danced under the bright lights of the hall and in the comfort of each other. They danced as the song that screamed them played softly by a live band, they danced as their friends cheered, holding each other close and living in the moment, wishing it could never, ever end.
The last-first dance was perhaps the most special of them all. It was a dance to lead to a new life together, to new possibilities they could have, but it was also theirs , and that's all they could ask for.