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Kirishima can feel Bakugou’s light kisses on the top of his eye lids. His lips are so soft and fervent, he almost feels like its a dream. Bakugou is a dream, but when he pulls at the sheets, leaving Kirishima uncovered and cold he realizes he is more like a (mean) daydream than anything. He mutters softly, pushing his hands against his warm chest, pulling back at the sheets.
The light drifts in from the window, casting them in the distressing light. Kirishima groans and turns. He barely hears Bakugou mutter under his breath, “Pay attention to me, you idiot.” He snorts upon hearing that but doesn’t open his eyes. Bakugou decides that waking up Kirishima is useless (he really should of known from the hundreds of times he tried before) but continues pressing half hearted kisses onto his eyelids.
Through his half-lidded eyes he can see Bakugou’s hazy state. Terrible bed head, a tad bit of drool from the corner of his mouth and eyes scrunched near close. The only state he’d let himself kiss Kirishima like this, so he does and softly presses his lips to his jaw one more time.
His favorite part of them having sleepovers is waking up to each other, Kirishima has long since decided that. Just knowing he is there, right next to him makes his skin buzz with excitement. Then there is the way Bakugou craves his attention and tries to steal his warmth so desperately. He is almost like a kitten.
“How’d ya get it?” It’s masked under a yawn, as Bakugou rests his chin in the palm of his hand.
“Huh?” Kirishima’s eyes (against his will) flutter open. He is brought to a very tired looking Bakugou.
“The scar on your eye, how’d you get it?” He rubs the sleep from his eyes before waiting, listening intently (even though he tries not to show it).
Kirishima runs his hands through his hair before settling in his palm too, mimicking his boyfriend.
“ ‘m quirk.”
“Well I kinda expected that idiot, but how?”
Kirishima brought a heavy hand to his face, “Was tryna rub my eye and it activated.” He dropped his hand to the pillows. “Scared the shit out of my parents.” He slowly chuckles, reminiscing.
Bakugou scoffed, pressing his lips into his knuckles, effectively hiding his smile, “That's dumb.”
“Scars are manly!”
“Maybe but how some are gotten is just dumb.”
Kirishima feels wide awake at his words, nudging his shoulder. “You tryna say my scar isn't manly?” He brings his lips to a pout. Bakugou nudges him back, “It's manly looking but how you got it was dumb.”
“You’re so mean when you wake up!” He pressed light kisses to his cheek, Bakugou bats him away.
“It's true, you just can't handle the truth!”
“I can handle the truth, you just don't have any scars so you don't know what it's like!”
Bakugou huffs and pushes away from Kirishima.
“Come on, you have like no scars dude, your skin is perfect! You can’t deny that.”
And it is. Kirishima knows it is. He spent his whole first two years sending Bakugou glances in the locker room, eyes flitting to watch him from a distance. He spent hours upon hours fighting Bakugou in a training room, eye zoned in on him and only him. When they started to spend nights in each other's room, holding each other so tightly he never closed his eyes.
He knows what Bakugou looks like, despite all its embarrassing means.
“I do.”
Kirishima wants to call him a liar. It’s not possible. And suddenly Bakugou is taking off his socks and Kirishima can’t help but feel dumb.
“I got it when I was rock climbing a while ago. It’s not that bad, I was being stupid and wasn’t watching what I was doing and slipped.”
He says it so nonchalantly. Like it never even happened but upon seeing it he knows it had to hurt. It’s on the pads of his feet, arching up into the pale expanse of his flesh. It's only darkened by a little, it couldn’t have been that deep but its ridged and jagged pulling softly at his flesh.
He can’t stop himself from reaching out, casting a glance upward at Bakugou and he nods casually, gaze cast so softly at him. It's one of the things Kirishima likes about them being together. Bakugou’s eyes aren’t as intense as they always are. Here, in the comfort of his room, in these four walls, Bakugou is soft and despite how he may act to try and hide it, Kirishima knows. He knows when he lifts his head from his pillow that Bakugou is just waking up, that his anger hasn’t yet reached him and his eyes droop ever so slightly with sleep. He is the epitome of sleeping beauty and Kirishima hold these times close to his heart.
Yet Bakugou’s feet are not soft. They are callous and rough, probably from all the rock climbing (and walking around with no shoes). The scar dips just so slightly into his skin, Kirishima runs his finger over it one, two, three times. The scar tissue is rougher than the callous. He rubs his thumb over it one last time, dipping into the indent. He doesn’t miss the wiggle of Bakugou’s toes.
That's when he has an idea that might as well kill him. But he can’t stop himself from thinking it nonetheless.
He never thought Bakugou would be ticklish. Bakugou would probably will that weakness away with his anger if possible but his toes wiggle once more and Kirishima is certain.
He has never held Bakugou in his hands like this (he’s never held his foot neither). Usually when they hug or cuddle, or just lay next to each other Bakugou is rough. His skin might be soft but they way Bakugou holds himself is rough. It shows in his furrowed eyebrows and his ever-so-present scowl. In his hands when he holds him. As the days pass with them together his walls slowly fall but now he still feels rough.
Yet the look in his eyes, the showing of vulnerability, the scar on his foot. He can feel how soft Bakugou really is. Kirishima almost feels bad to betray his trust like this. Almost considers just setting his foot down and returning to bed. But if Kirishima was known for his self-control around Bakugou then he wouldn’t be dating him right now. So against all the warning signs, against all he knows he presses his fingers ever so slightly into the arch in his foot.
Bakugou looks at him, threatening and angry. He already knows. Then Kirishima scratches.
Bakugou almost screams at him in anger but Kirishima can see the laughter bubbling up in him. Bakugou’s body convulses, head thrown back and screams. His fingers are pulling, tugging desperately at Kirishima’s fingers but with just a little use of his quirk and Bakugou can’t do anything about it.
Kirishima has heard Bakugou laugh before. Coarse and evil. Usually, its before he sassily insults his friends or right before he figures out how to win a battle. But now it bubbles over his screams in such a way that Kirishima halts his fingers (just for a second).
Then there is the booming from Bakugou’s palms as he desperately tries to get away, screaming and yelling. And then he hears it, so softly, just barely there. Bakugou is wheezing.
He has to repeat it in his own head, unknowingly stopping the assault.
Bakugou is wheezing.
Kirishima is learning things about Bakugou every day. Like how he is constantly warm but has the coldest feet, how he loves to wake up just before the brink of dawn and how when he has nightmares he can’t help but nuzzle his face into Kirishima’s neck. No matter how many things he learns he is always fascinated every time. Every time he can’t help but stop to wallow in the moment (usually to Bakugou’s displeasure). So when he hears Bakugou wheeze he can’t help but stop.
“I said let go of my foot!”
Kirishima does but he can’t stop smiling. Bakugou squirms to the corner of the bed, thoroughly betrayed.
“You wheeze?”
He scoots closer, grabbing at the charred blankets. Bakugou shoves a foot his way as a warning but then imminently realizes his mistake. He pulls it back and waves a hand at him, ushering him away.
“Yeah, I wheeze what about it?” He glares at him from in between crossed arms, face flushed red.
“That’s adorable!”
A few pops come from Bakugou’s hands, “No it's not! Leave me alone Shitty Hair!”
Kirishima loves moments like this. Moments where he and Bakugou can just be dumb. Where they are in the comfort of their bed, away from all the unnerving eyes. Kirishima loves it so much he forgets to keep his dumb mouth shut.
“I love you.”
It’s so quiet Kirishima can hear the soft tweeting of the birds outside. The silence is awkward and terrifying and Kirishima can feel his heart beat out of his chest, panic filling his lungs. But he doesn’t regret saying it.
Bakugou looks at him through his arms, which slowly falling to his sides. Face red and eyebrows pushed up. He doesn’t look angry or scared. He looks happy, despite the shock. His smile is wobbly, something Kirishima has never seen before.
“I...I”
He looks everywhere in the room but him. But when his eyes finally meet they don’t leave.
“...Love you...too.”
Nothing will ever feel like this moment. Nothing will ever feel like the look that Bakugou gives him. He feels vulnerable and strong and scared and happy and loving and everything . He stuffs his face into his hands. He can feel himself shake, Bakugou scoots closer.
Through nimble, shaky fingers Kirishima can see Bakugou’s hands pull his away, so shy and strong. He presses close to him, wobbly smile still stained onto his face. And he kisses him. Kisses him so freely that Kirishima wants to scream, wants to laugh and cry. It feels so overwhelming, his love for Bakugou. All he can do is kiss back.
But somewhere into the kiss his smile turns devilish and he can feel Bakugou’s fingers on his knee, just resting there. Until they turn into the curve of his calf and before he can stop him Bakugou has pushed him on his back and fingers pressing into the arch of his foot.
He tries to use his quirk, he really does. But between the laughing, screaming and the overwhelming everything he can’t.
Bakugou finally stops the attack when Kirishima can no longer breath and his limbs are heavy. Bakugou falls to his side, thoroughly wiped out (which is unfair cause he wasn’t being attacked). He huffs and pulls Kirishima closer.
“You totally ruined that moment.”
Bakugou snaps his head to him, growling, “Did not! Besides, you deserved it!” He is right on one part.
“How many romance movies do you see a first ‘I love you’ be followed up with a tickle attack?”
“Well, it's your fault for basing your expectations for me off of trashy chick flicks!”
And then Kirishima is laughing loudly and he has to bring a hand to his chest to grapple himself to the moment.
“I really do love you though.”
Bakugou buries his face into his neck and mouths the words. He doesn't need to actually say it cause Kirishima already knows.
He looks down at Bakugou’s body wrapped around his. He can't help but think; what else will he get to see when they grow closer? Will he get to see him smile, will he get to see how he cries, will he get to see him in a tux at their wedding?
He knows he is getting ahead of himself. Who knows what their relationship holds? They haven’t even gone past small pecks and cuddling (and the occasional hand holding in public). Hell, they just said their first I love you’s. But when Bakugou’s eyes flutter open and his fingers dig into Kirishima’s forearm to pull him closer-
He knows.
He knows he won’t let this relationship go. He will hold him closely and kiss him softly until the end of his days.
He scoots closer, feet intertwining with Bakugou’s. The corner of his big toe rubs against the scar on his (cold) foot. Bakugou snorts a warning.
And then he is laughing.