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Bakugou had a secret. A big one. And it was gradually getting harder to hide, and Bakugou knew that one day it would be let out. He'd tried every way he could, but there wasn't anything he could do. His big secret?
Bakugou Katsuki is currently hiding his pet cat in his dorm.
Correction, it's his family's cat, but his mother asked him to take care of it for the week. The cat's name is Tsuki (Katsuki, cat- Tsuki, haha, his old hag is a fucking genius), and she's a black cat with wide green-yellow eyes. As much as Bakugou hated to admit it, he liked the furball. She was cute.
Bakugou figured he'd be fine, hide the shitball in his room for a week, not let anyone near his room. Easy, right? No one ever went near him, anyway. If they did, he'd blow them up.
But of course, there was one exception. One dumbass who wasn't scared of the consequences.
Fucking Kirishima Eijirou.
Bakugou had forgotten all about the fact that they did study sessions, and he was in the middle of feeding Tsuki when he heard a loud knock and that familiar, chirpy voice.
"Oi, Bakubro! Open up! I've got so much stuff you need to help me on, man, I'm so failing this math test! You gotta help meeee!" Kirishima whined, knocking on the door again, making Tsuki meow in confusion.
"Fuck, fuck, god, shit- " Bakugou swore, picking up the cat and looking around the room as he tried to find a potential hiding spot. Under the bed? No. The drawer? No. The cage, then under the bed…?
By the time Bakugou opened the door, he was standing awkwardly in front of his bed, trying to block the view of the cage and the cat inside it.
"Ah, thanks for this, man! Really!" Kirishima exclaimed, going to sit down on the bed before Bakugou panicked and intervened.
"Wait, wait, sit on the fucking desk, Kirishima-!" Bakugou said, quickly, and Kirishima looked at him, confused.
"Huh? But usually you like taking the desk!" Kirishima retorted. "Plus, the bed's more comfy!"
"You'll ruin the fucking sheets! Sit on the desk!" Bakugou stood up, and he knew he made a mistake when a cheeky grin spread across Kirishima's face.
Kirishima threw himself back onto the bed with such force that the entire thing shook and creaked. Because of this, Tsuki jumped and let out a startled meow, causing both of them to go silent.
Bakugou was fucked.
Kirishima looked to him, his eyebrows raising in question. Bakugou swore under his breath and looked away, coughing awkwardly under his breath to try to cover any other sounds Tsuki made. But nope, the dumb cat was hungry, and started loudly meowing to try to get Bakugou's attention. Shit, SHIT!
Bakugou tried coughing louder, but Tsuki took this as a challenge until it was almost a battle of who could cough or meow louder
Kirishima started cracking up in laughter, and Bakugou finally gave up, clicking his tongue.
"B-Bakugou, oh my god --Are you hiding a cat in your dorm?!" Kirishima asked between laughs, looking up at Bakugou with his face scrunched up as he laughed, and fuck, why did it make something jump in Bakugou's chest? Fucking dumbass.
"No!" Bakugou exclaimed immediately, his cheeks flushing a furious red when Tsuki countered his attempted argument by meowing. " Fuck , ok--yes, yes, I have a goddamn cat in my dorm. Happy?"
Kirishima's eyes went wide, and he got off the bed. "Oh my god, oh my god, dude, you have to show me! Please? Pleassseee?"
Usually, Bakugou would've snapped and refused, but there was just something about Kirishima that was different. That made Bakugou want to make an exception. Fuck, Bakugou always seemed to make an exception for him, now that he thought about it. 'Not here to make friends?' Exception for Kirishima. 'Works alone?' Exception, for Kirishima. 'Doesn't care about others? Doesn't allow any help?' Not when it came to Kirishima. It happened over and over and over and over again, but Bakugou couldn't find himself regretting it.
God damn it. God fucking damn it.
"Fine," He murmured, pushing past Kirishima, who just willingly moved behind Bakugou, stepping back and watching
Bakugou knelt down, reaching his arms under the bed and pulling out the cage. Tsuki was still meowing quietly, looking at Bakugou with wide eyes, silently demanding food.
"God, you little dipshit! I already fed you!" He scowled, but went to his desk and opened the drawer to retrieve the packet of cat food he'd brought anyway.
Kirishima was completely smitten, looking at the cat in complete awe, before his mouth stretched into a huge smile and he beamed. "Oh my god, Bakugou, she's so cute! Is it a girl?! What's its name? How long as it been here?! Oh my god, it's so cute, I love cats so much--" He rambled. "Can I hold it?!"
Bakugou blinked slowly, in shock, before letting out a deep breath.
"She's a girl. Her name's Tsuki." He mumbled, opening the door to her cage and letting her eat out of the packet of food. "N' do whatever you want, moron. I don't care."
Bakugou gave a small smirk at that. Tsuki was a little bastard, and was very picky with people. Kirishima would definitely try to pick her up, and probably get a cat-paw to the face, like everyone else. It would be funny as fuck.
Kirishima absolutely beamed, and leaned down to pet Tsuki, again.
"Hey there, kitty! You're a cool cat, aren't cha? Can I hold you?" He said, looking the cat in the eyes as Bakugou snorted. Only a dumbass like Kirishima would actually talk to a cat like she could understand him. But that didn't seem to stop Kirishima. "I know you might take after Bakugou, but please don't kill me! I just wanna carry you! Pretty please? From one manly bro to another?"
"Just pick her up, you moron." Bakugou snorted, shaking his head.
Kirishima grinned, then carefully, carefully picked her up. Bakugou was waiting for her to swat at Kirishima and was waiting for his startled yelp, but it never came. He looked over at Kirishima to see Tsuki perched on his lap, looking around the room as Kirishima continuously pet her back.
"Aww, you're a good cat, aren't you?" Kirishima cooed, then looked up at him. "Isn't she a good cat?"
Bakugou's eyes widened, wondering how the fuck he managed to do that. But at the same time, it was Kirishima, a literal walking ball of sunshine. Of course no creature on Earth could refuse that happy dork. Bakugou realised his train of thought, and his cheeks flushed. Well, fuck. That’s the gayest shit I've thought in a long time.
The stupid cat seemed to warm up to Kirishima, big time. Bakugou makes the mistake of blasting Midoriya in front of Aizawa, and is in return given an afternoon of cleanup duty. Usually, he'd just get his dumbass cat to stay alone, but as he was about to leave, Kirishima was at the door, hopeful and beaming.
"Hey, Bakugou!" he chirped. "I heard you got cleaning tonight..so, uh. Is it cool if I stay and look after Tsuki for a little? Just for tonight! We could have some bonding time!"
Bakugou blinked, slightly confused, but god, Kirishima was beaming.
His entire face was practically shining with hope and anticipation, and on top of that Kirishima was unintentionally giving him the fucking biggest puppy-dog eyes. Kirishima was a walking ball of sunshine, and it did really, really strange things to Bakugou's chest.
"Fine," He said, turning away. "Food's in the second drawer. I'll be back before curfew. Don't you dare damage any of the posters, or I'll kill you and that furball."
"Aww, gotta protect your fanboy merch, huh?" Kirishima teased, laughing out loud when Bakugou popped his palms threateningly, his cheeks flushing red. "Alright, alright! It'll be good! You don't need to worry, man. I got this!"
Bakugou shot Kirishima one last look, before turning around and leaving.
The part Kirishima said about being in completely in control was true. Too true.
Tsuki and him must've had a good fucking night, because now Tsuki was practically attached to him.
Anytime Kirishima would come into the room, Tsuki would meow happily and paw at her cage until Bakugou let out her out. And then what’d she do? Nuzzle herself continuously against Kirishima's legs, purring in content.
It was fucking annoying as hell.
For some reason, Bakugou wasn't upset at the fact that the little shit he'd spent 6 years feeding, cleaning and caring for was won over in less than a day by Kirishima (as he said, fucking made sense, stupid sunshine smile).
Bakugou noticed how big Kirishima would smile. Hell, Kirishima was completely over the moon. He'd won the affection of Bakugou's cat--maybe Bakugou's could be next? Kirishima beamed every time Tsuki was nearby, and every time they hung out Kirishima would go on and on and on about Tsuki. " Isn't she adorable? Last time I was next door and I think she heard me or something cause she started meowing super loudly, it was so cute! I love her so much! Could I see her again tonight? Could I feed her? '
It was almost as if the only conversation they had was about his stupid fucking cat. Yeah, okay, Bakugou knew Kirishima was an animal person, but it was a bit much. It was just a fucking cat, Jesus Christ.
Bakugou slowly found himself wondering if Kirishima liked that damn cat more than him, or hell, why does Kirishima like his cat so much?
And not him?
It was frustrating, to say the least.
Yet again, Bakugou was trying to tutor Kirishima in his dorm. They were originally going to study in Kirishima's dorm to avoid the goddamn cat distracting Kirishima, but then Tsuki started meowing incredibly loudly to get their attention, to the point where it was impossible to study.
Kirishima just chuckled, saying Tsuki wanted attention, and that it was cute. It pissed off Bakugou, in a way, for some reason he couldn't place.
How come you don't give me that attention, huh? How come that shithead could get hugs and kisses from you so goddamn easy? Why can't I, for fuck's sake?
Bakugou was trying to explain some algebra or some shit, when again Tsuki climbed up, onto the desk and over Kirishima's textbooks. She turned around and looked up at him, before letting out a meow that could only mean ' give me attention '. And Kirishima, well. Kirishima was a weak man. For the 100th time that day, Kirishima forgot about his homework and laughed, picking Tsuki up and putting her in his lap, algebra completely forgotten.
"You do realise we have a quiz on this, you moron," Bakugou said, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Stop letting her distract you! Do you want to fail?
"No, no, of course not!" Kirishima retorted, still petting and cooing his cat. Bakugou clicked his tongue. "Come on, man. It's not every day you have a little cat in the dorms! I love cats so much, she's so cute."
Bakugou leant his cheek on his palm, scoffing. "If you paid half as much attention to revising as you do to my fucking cat, you'd beat Half-n-Half and Deku easily ."
Kirishima faked a pout, holding Tsuki even closer to him. "Hey, don't be mean, Bakugou! And don't swear around her, that's not nice."
Bakugou gave Kirishima an expression that read nothing other than ' are you fucking kidding me '. "She's a cat , not a baby."
"She's my baby, and I love her," Kirishima said, proudly, and Bakugou rubbed his temple. He was going to fucking lose his mind.
The week was almost over, and Bakugou found himself counting down the days.
He loved his cat (even if he'd rather die than admit it), but he wanted her gone . Back to his house. Away from the dorms. Away from stupid fucking Kirishima who could only pay attention to the cat and not him. He couldn't handle it. Bakugou thought he was strong, he thought he could handle it, but nope. The final straw was when Bakugou opened the door to let in Kirishima, and he straight up walked right past Bakugou and to his cat.
Bakugou let off an annoyed explosion and kicked Kirishima out straight after.
That was it, that was it, the cat had to fucking go and had to go right fucking now. Bakugou unlocked his phone and called his mother, waiting impatiently for her to answer. Yeah, this was goddamn humiliating. Did he care? No. Bakugou was a stubborn guy, once something annoyed him, he stuck with that. So what if he'd never had a problem like this before? Wasn’t his fault
"Oh, so now you decide to finally give your dearest mother a call after how long, you brat?" Mitsuki said from the other end. "What do you want?"
"'S Tsuki." Bakugou grumbled. "I can't keep her here. Y'gotta pick her up."
"Hm? Tsuki? Is she misbehaving or something?"
Bakugou scrunched his nose. Fuck, he hadn't thought this far. He needed an excuse. "N-no, one of the extras found out n' told Aizawa. I could get in trouble, n' I am not getting in trouble for cat-sitting."
"Oh really?" Mitsuki said, and even though Bakugou couldn't see her face he knew she was raising an eyebrow right now. "I'm sure if Aizawa did know, he'd contact me. Wait, isn't the man a fan of cats? I'm sure he wouldn't mind."
Bakugou clicked his tongue. He needed to think. "Yeah, well it's fucking against the rules. Pick her up, you hag."
"Katsuki, it'll take more than that to fool me. Who do you think you take after?" Mitsuki said, and sighed. "What's the real reason?"
Bakugou went silent. Fuck.
"..She's annoying me. Fuckin' Kirishima's obsessed with her and won't stop annoying me about her," Bakugou said.
"Oh, so it's because of Kirishima? Is he the one irritating you?"
"N-no, no! He just won't stop fucking going on about Tsuki, and I'm sick of it! Take her back!" He exclaimed. "It's distracting him when we try to study n' shit, and if he fails I'll kill him!"
Mitsuki stayed silent for a bit. Bakugou could practically hear her smirk.
"...Katsuki, are you jealous of Tsuki?"
Bakugou choked on his own spit, hacking and coughing.
"W-what the fuck ?! Jealous?" Bakugou wheezed. "I'm not jealous! She's a fucking cat!"
"Mhm," Mitsuki said, tone unimpressed. "Yet you're calling me asking to pick Tsuki up because she's taking up your best friend's attention?"
"That's not fucking it!" Bakugou retorted. "I just don't want him to fail! I'm being a good friend, you old hag!"
Mitsuki sighed. "Katsuki, honey. Are you still denying your feelings for Kirishima? Really? After all this time?"
Bakugou blushed a furious red. "My what ?!! What the f- fuck --"
There was a pause on the phone. "...You really are my son, aren't you?"
Bakugou scowled. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!"
"What do you think it's supposed to mean?" Mitsuki snapped. "Did I ever tell you how long it took your father and I to get together?"
"I already know, old hag. You dragged the old man around for 2 fucking years before asking him to be your boyfriend." Bakugou recited, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, but do you long it took me to realise I felt something for your father?" Mitsuki asked. "Too fucking long, is the answer. And I'm not going to watch my son go down the same path. It's a miracle your father lasted, and that makes him a really damn good catch. Kirishima's a sweetheart, but he ain't gonna just be there forever."
"...What's that supposed to mean?"
"I mean you have to fucking do it, Katsuki. Kirishima likes Tsuki? Use that to your advantage, then. You're a smart kid. You can figure it out."
Bakugou spluttered, a little confused at the fact that his mother was giving him romantic advice. "S-shut the fuck up, old hag! I don't need your help--"
The line cut off, and Bakugou pulled the phone away, pissed. Of course the old hag would hang up on him, of fucking course .
He let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. As much he hated to admit it...the old hag was right. And the advice was...fucking decent? What the fuck?
Bakugou let out another sigh, determined now. He didn't want to wait another 2 damn years to make a move. It wasn't that hard. Bakugou used to never understand the logic behind pining idiots not confessing, but he got it now. Goddamn romance bullshit, it did things to him.
But Bakugou was going to do this, and he was going to win.
"Oh my fucking god, just stay still, goddamn it--! You're making this difficult for yourself, you fucking cat!"
Bakugou cursed, trying and failing to hold his cat as he waited outside Kirishima's dorm. God, what was taking that idiot so long? If he stood here any longer while attempting to hold his moron of a cat, Tsuki would probably scratch him to death.
Okay, I get it, you dumb cat. Just cooperate with me, will you?!
Bakugou kicked at the door again, and Tsuki let out an annoyed meow, trying to get out of Bakugou's grip. "J-Jesus fucking Christ, you dumbass-!"
He cursed again, but was interrupted when the door opened.
He looked up, meeting the eyes of Kirishima who was looking at the sight before him and trying not to burst out laughing, probably. Bakugou's face flushed bright red, but then again, he'd be laughing his ass off if Kirishima was outside his door fighting with a cat.
"Bakugou, what's going on here? You good?" Kirishima asked, starting to laugh, and fuck, it was a nice sound.
Bakugou opened his mouth to answer, but Tsuki decided to swat him in the face. That seemed to be the tipping point for Kirishima, because he snorted before bursting out into laughter. These weren’t just some small giggles, no, this was laughing hard enough to make his shoulders shake and make him wheeze between breaths.
Bakugou was furiously embarrassed, but a part of him couldn't fucking care. Who cared if he was acting like an idiot, if it was making Kirishima laugh? That's all that mattered.
"Just fucking let me in already, Kirishima!" He said, still struggling to hold Tsuki.
Kirishima kept laughing, moving aside so Bakugou could step in. He let out a sigh of relief, wincing as Tsuki dug her claws into him and used that as leverage to jump off him and walk inside calmly, before starting to clean herself as if nothing happened. Bakugou looked at her in complete awe, his eyebrows raised, then walked inside too. Kirishima snorted, and sat down on the bed.
"So," Kirishima started, grinning. "Is there a reason that you've blessed me with your presence, Bakugou? Do you wanna study or something?"
Tsuki climbed up onto the bed besides Kirishima, and Bakugou sat down next to him.
"No, dumbass--..Kirishima." Bakugou paused, inhaling slowly. Confidence, Katsuki. "I wanted to spend time with you. Hang out, n' shit."
Kirishima stared at him for a second, and Bakugou couldn't really describe the expression he had. Admiration? I don't fucking know.
When Kirishima had finished staring at Bakugou for what seemed like forever, he beamed again.
"Awe, dude. I'm flattered!" He said, and it was only then that Bakugou noticed the blush across his cheeks. "So, what do you wanna do? We can watch something on my laptop! I think a new season of that show you like came out."
"I don't really care." Bakugou said, almost immediately. He mentally swore, realising that, fuck, that might've sounded mean. But really, he didn't care what they did. He just wanted to spend time with Kirishima. "Shit, I mean, yeah. That sounds good. Careful that Tsuki doesn't fucking shed all over your computer, though."
Kirishima chuckled, giving Tsuki a pet before opening his laptop. "Don't worry, man. Though, I'm a little curious to why'd you brought her. I thought you said she was a nuisance and everything!"
Bakugou looked away, his cheeks burning. "You said you liked her, didn't you? So I brought her along." I wanted to make you happy, for once.
Kirishima turned around, making eye contact with Bakugou, and he smiled. "..Really? You don't mind?"
This isn't about me. It's about you. I have to stop making it about me.
"Yeah. Even if I did, it wouldn't matter." Bakugou said, leaning back. "'S not a big deal or anything."
Kirishima laughed. "Aw, Bakugou. I always knew you were a softie~!" Kirishima teased, digging his elbow into Bakugou's side. "Means a lot to me, man."
Bakugou's cheeks burned. "Whatever. J-just play the episode already, you dork."
Kirishima hummed, balancing the laptop on his pillows then leaning back, too. Tsuki meowed from between them and this time Bakugou smiled, lifting a hand to pet her. She purred in content, leaning into Bakugou's hand.
When Bakugou pulled back, he looked up at Kirishima, but Kirishima was already looking at him. Bakugou's cheeks flushed, and both of them turned away at the same time, looking back to the screen. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm so gay.
He spent most of the episode looking at Kirishima. He just couldn't fucking help it, not when he was right there. Bakugou had never realised how intense his feelings were beforehand, because right now it felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. Sometimes Kirishima would catch him staring, and either send him a small smile ( fuck ), or blush and look away (cute cute cute-- ).
Bakugou was so, so done for.
The next episode began, but honestly, Bakugou was paying absolutely no attention to what was going on. At one point, Kirishima had almost leaned on his shoulder out of pure instinct before pulling back and apologising, and Bakugou forgot about the screen for the next 5 minutes. His mind was racing with what he should've done, he should've said ' No no, it's ok, you're fine, ' or pulled him closer when he'd tried to pull away. Even afterward, he was thinking about how he could wrap his arm around Kirishima, how he could pull him closer or speak up. Maybe then he'd actually get the contact he wanted. It'd be so easy, he could just..do it.
But Bakugou's a coward. He's a fucking coward, so he didn't.
Instead, he sat there thinking about what he wished could happen, and didn't do anything to make it happen.
Tsuki was leaning into Bakugou's hand as he pet her absentmindedly, purring. Kirishima saw and smiled, shuffling closer so he could do the same. Their hands were so fucking close, and at one point when Tsuki stood up to adjust herself, Kirishima's hand fell right on top of Bakugou's.
Kirishima let out a startled choke, and looked up at Bakugou. Bakugou was completely frozen, looking down at their hands in complete awe, blushing furiously.
He went to pull his hand away, put Bakugou squeezed his eyes shut and turned his own hand over quickly underneath Kirishima's, and held it tight. Kirishima's eyes widened, but he didn't say anything, and kept watching.
Tsuki let out what seemed to be a satisfied meow, making herself comfortable between them, and Bakugou couldn't help but wonder if the damn thing was smarter than he thought and just set them up. He smiled.
Stupid dumb fucking cat.
The episode finished, and Kirishima closed the laptop carefully. They were still holding hands.
Bakugou didn't look up at him, instead focusing on holding his hand, and he ran his thumb over Kirishima's fingers, gently. He should be nervous, he really should, but he'd wanted shit like this for too long to count. Bakugou was going to make the most out of it.
"Bakugou, how long did you say Tsuki was staying for?" Kirishima asked, breaking the silence, and he started petting Tsuki's head with his free hand.
Bakugou looked up, for a moment. "A week. 'Ve gotta go drop her off in 2 days," he said, before an idea popped into his head. "..You can come with me. If you want. My fuckin' hag's been goin' on and on about you, saying when you were gonna come back n' shit."
Kirishima beamed, and he nodded. "Y-yeah! Yeah, that sounds good! I'm gonna miss her so much, god..." Kirishima said with a small laugh, petting her head again.
Bakugou took a slow breath. That was his chance. That was his fucking chance. Fuck, remember what the hag said. You can do this. You can do this.
"Hey, Kirishima," He said, and Kirishima looked up at him. Bakugou took another deep breath, his heart thrumming. You can do this.
"There's a cat cafe in the city. Got some cute little shits there. S'not that far, if we go by train," He murmured, his cheeks burning. "Do you wanna..? Ugh, fuck..do you wanna go?"
Kirishima looked at him, his eyes wide, and he chuckled nervously.
"O-oh! Yeah! Like a friends thing? I'd love to hang out with you, man!"
Friend. Ugh, Bakugou fucking hated that word, and despite the small stab of pain in his chest, he bit the inside of his cheek and continued. He'd already made the decision, he wasn't backing out.
"No. Like a date."
Kirishima stopped petting Tsuki. "W-what?"
Fucking hell.
Bakugou moved closer to Kirishima, looking right at him, hoping Kirishima wasn't able to tell how nervous he was.
"Go out with me, Eijirou."
Kirishima looked at him for a second, his jaw dropped and his cheeks flushed. Bakugou looked away, awkward. He was confident, but not that confident. Bakugou waited for Kirishima's reaction, asking him to fucking hurry up already--
"That's not fair, Bakugou!" Kirishima exclaimed, angry, and Bakugou was really, really confused for a second. "It's not fair! I wanted to tell you first! You had to one up, didn't you? Not fair, man!"
Bakugou blinked. "What the fuck do you mean?"
Kirishima let out another frustrated sigh, nudging him. "I was supposed to confess to you first! I was planning on telling you tonight, you asshole!"
"You..." Bakugou said, with a bit of a laugh. "You wanted to tell me first? Is that why you're mad?"
"Yeah!" Kirishima exclaimed. "Not! Fair!"
Bakugou's mouth spread into an evil grin, and he pushed Kirishima back. "Well too bad, Kirishima! I asked you first!"
Kirishima laughed, trying to kick up at him. "But I wanted to ask you first!"
"Well, you didn't! I did!" Bakugou exclaimed, and started to tickle him. Kirishima squealed in response and kicked out while Tsuki stepped back, licking her fur without a care in the world.
"B-Bakugou-! Stop it, I'm ticklish!" Kirishima said, wheezing. "Goddamn it, Bak--ugou! Couldn't you just let me have this?!"
Bakugou cocked an eyebrow, tickling Kirishima even more. "Aww, Kirishima. Does that mean you're saying no?"
"I never said that!" Kirishima immediately retorted. "I want to go on a date with you, Bakugou! I just wanted to be the one to ask you!"
Bakugou just rolled his eyes. "God, you're a fucking dork.
A light bulb seemed to go off in Kirishima's head then.
He wrapped his leg around Bakugou's knee and flipped them over, turning the tables. Bakugou hit the bed with a thud, and Kirishima had quickly pinned his arms on either side and was grinning triumphantly.
Fucking dork.
"I win now, Katsuki," he said cheekily. "And since I missed out on confessing first, well..."
Then Kirishima leaned down, and Bakugou felt all the air leave his chest as Kirishima's lips touched his.
They were soft. Really, really unfairly soft. Bakugou was completely shell-shocked for a minute at both the fact that Kirishima just kissed him, and how fucking confident he was, too. Shit, where did he get all of that confidence? That wasn't fucking fair.
After a short moment, Kirishima pulled back. His cheeks were flushed, and he looked really, really fucking proud of himself.
"Was that good, Bakugou?" Kirishima asked, cocky.
"Shut the fuck up, Eijirou." Bakugou breathed, then grabbed the back of Kirishima's neck and tugged him back down, kissing him hard.
Kirishima grinned against his lips, adjusting his position so he could kiss him properly. Bakugou's head was spinning and he almost felt dizzy with how fucking good this was. Goddamn, Kirishima Eijirou.
By the time they pulled away, they were both flushed red, had swollen lips and were grinning like idiots. They stared at each other for a while, and Kirishima opened his mouth to say something, before he was interrupted by Tsuki meowing.
They both immediately turned to look at Tsuki, and she just jumped off the bed and walked away.
"Stupid fucking cat," Bakugou chuckled, but he didn't mean it. And then both him and Kirishima were leaning in at the same time to kiss again, and again, and again.
The cat wasn't so bad, after all.