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If there's one thing teenagers were known for being, it was being sneaky. Katsuki Bakugou and Eijirou Kirishima were no exception to this.
It was late, with pop quizzes, hero training and the last day before the weekend, everyone was fast asleep.
Well almost everyone.
The man known for having the sleep schedule of an elder was up, very much awake and didn't know what to do with his sudden burst of energy. It came with the sleep schedule of having random nights where his body just didn't want to sleep anymore and the battle to slip back into a consistent unconsciousness was fruitless.
Faint rustling was heard from the room next to him.
Bakugou had an idea.
Bakugou: You awake shitty hair?
I muffled ping came from the other side of the wall. Seconds later a buzz came from his own device.
Shitty Hair: Yeah? Why are you up? You're usually strict about your sleep schedule??
Bakugou: Doesn't matter, how much energy you have?
Shitty Hair: Uh.. lots? What are you getting at Bakubro?
Bakugou: Grab a jacket. We're heading out.
Bakugou tossed his phone on his bed as he listened to his own instructions, grabbing a hoodie and slipping into some running shoes. He looked like a sad teenager in his all-black outfit, sweat pants and all but it was perfect for what they were about to do.
A soft knock was at Bakugous door and he quickly answered, pulling the redhead into his room, double-checking the halls before closing it and turning to the very confused Kirishima.
"So what are we doing?" Kirishima asked raising his brow as Bakugou took a quick rundown of Kirishima's outfit, gym shorts, crocs, and a bright red hoodie. This wouldn't do.
"For one thing you're changing, don't you have a black hoodie or something hair for brains?" Bakugou critiqued looking around his room before scooping up one of his own black jackets.
"Heh that's a funny story actu-" Kirishima was cut off by the black fabric smacking his face.
"Try that one." Bakugou turned away from Kirishima to grab his phone and a flashlight from his bedside table. When he brought his attention back to Kirishima he was halfway through putting on Bakugou's jacket, Bakugou was lucky Kirishima's face was hidden in the fabric as it hid Bakugou's blatant stare at his abs before he realized A. what he was doing and B. that Kirishima was stuck.
Bakugou huffed and pulled down the hem of the jacket as Kirishima's face popped out of the head hole, hair fluffed and messy but dare Bakugou think; cute. Their eyes met, with confusion still on Kirishima's face.
"You're hair is too bright for this shit." The grip on the hem was replaced with a grip on the hood as Bakugou pulled it over Kirishima's head, hiding the, usually spiked, flat red hair.
"Can I ask what are we doing now?" Right, Bakugou never answered that question. It was a good question one that distracted Bakugou from lingering his eyes on the muscles in the slightly smaller jacket.
"We're gonna sneak out," Bakugou said as clear and plan as he could before putting up his own hood to cover his blonde hair. This news threw Kirishima into more confusion with a mix of shock.
"Dude we go to UA, we can't just walk out the door." Kirishima defined. Well, at least that's not a 'no'.
"Keep your voice down, idiot. Yeah, no shit we go to UA, of course were not walking out the damn door. Mr. Aizawa does his rounds every hour and the only place not ridden with cameras is our rooms and the bathrooms." Bakugou was clearly speaking from experience at this point but before Kirishima could testify Bakugou assured, "Just follow my lead, be quiet and we won't get in trouble. Did you grab your phone?"
Kirishima grabbed his phone out of his gym shorts and held it out to show before Bakugou took it and turned off the location before handing it back, taking mental note of the redhead's lock screen photo, a picture of their 'squad', and turning his own phone's location off too.
Bakugou tested his flashlight before putting it in his hoodie pocket and leading them out to the balcony. Kirishima's face scrunched as Bakugou climbed over the railing.
"Like you said we can't just walk out the door." Bakugou teased in a hushed voice before parkouring his way down the balconies. Yeah, maybe he's done this before.
As Bakugou reached the ground he realized Kirishima wasn't at the ground with him. Did Kirishima really not want to come? Well, he never really asked, just assumed and commanded.
The thought came to a screeching halt as a familiar boy came jumping down with hardened legs. Let's hope that didn't cause too much noise. Kirishima looked up at the blonde's surprised eyes, "We've known each other for how long and you've forgotten my quirk?" said with a smug smirk.
"I didn't fucking forget. Let's book it before you bring any attention." Bakugou sniped speed walking away from the building as Kirishima played catch up.
Once off and away from campus Bakugou slowed his pace and revealed himself from his hoodie glancing at Kirishima who noticed Bakugou's actions and did the same before they walk in what Bakugou thought was a comfortable silence.
However, Kirishima after a minute was quick to break the ice, "So where exactly are we heading?" Kirishima looked at Bakugou in ponder.
"There's a park a couple of blocks down, it's usually pretty dead." Bakugou kept his eyes forward taking in the ominous glow of street light further ahead.
"You do this often?"
"Eh? Uh. Yeah, I guess I do." Bakugou understated, he did do this often, even before UA. Kirishima gave a nod of understanding but Bakugou saw a smile at a thought that came to Kirishima's mind but Bakugou didn't question it, at least out loud.
The park was rather medium-sized, not dinky and cheaply put together but also no bigger than necessary for the small neighborhood that surrounded it. In the center were 5 trees that made a 'half-assed' circle and behind the leaves was a playground and swings, the rest of the area was just soft grass that even Bakugou liked to usually run around in.
With that thought Bakugou sprinted and jumped, flipping himself onto his back with a thud muffled by the grass
He almost forgot Kirishima was there till he too laid in the grass with the same energy but not the same execution as Kirishima practically armadillo rolled next to Bakugou.
I small chuckle escaped Bakugou's lips before he could stop it.
Kirishima looked at Bakugou before he too chuckled and a chuckle turned into a laugh and soon enough both boys were laughing on the ground clutching their sides, Bakugou rolled getting the green bladed all in his hair.
Kirishima took this chance to strike, in hopes of continuing the wide grin on Bakugou, "Hey Bakugou?"
A hmm came out as a response before Kirishima shoved the other boy's shoulder and declared, "Tag! You're it!" Rushing off the ground for the blonde to chase.
And chase he did. They both went back and forth, running and chasing and announcing tag all around the field and even on the playground.
Fits of giggles and cheerful shrieks were soon accompanied but huffs and grunts as they soon turned their game of tag into a game of wrestling in the center of the circle of trees, in the grass that stained Kirishima's knees and found home in Bakugou's hair. Kirishima had a lock on Bakugou's legs before Bakugou overpowered and pinned down the giggling fit of a boy beneath him by his shoulders.
With playful eyes and the inability to stop giggling Kirishima mustard out, "You're hair is a real grass magnet" and gripped a handful of the greenery and threw more onto Bakugou's hair with Kirishima's free hands.
"Why you little-" Bakugou brought his head down to Kirishima's chest and shook like a dog spilling the pile of grass blades onto the boy's face with only a giggle in return as Bakugou's hair tickled the face of Kirishima.
Bakugou brought his face back up to marvel in his victory, Kirishima's eyes were glistening from the laughter and maybe a bit from the moonlight. A smile, equally bright on his soft lips, practically childlike. He was beautiful, Bakugou knew this fact for a while.
Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the comfort of the night, maybe it was the damn grass allergies, Bakugou didn't know what made him finally give in.
He planted a light kiss on the confirmed soft lips of Kirishima. His heart fluttered, eyes closed and his heart only beat faster when Kirishima kissed back, Bakugou practically melted as they're lips started to move in sync and Kirishima's hands pulled Bakugou closer and Bakugou's hands shifted from Kirishima's shoulders to the ground. They laid lips connected, blocking out the world that surrounded them, soaking in every ounce and drop of each other they shared. No teachers, no annoying classmates, no worries, just them and the cold air.
Speaking of air, they soon pulled apart, refilling their lungs with oxygen while making no effort to look away from each other's eyes. Realization struck but neither of them seemed phased.
"There's still grass in your hair, it's cute though." Kirishima chuckled and Bakugou blushed. Kirishima brought his hand behind Bakugou's head slightly playing with said hair and pull their foreheads together, the jester was soothing and only made Bakugou fall more in love.
"You should see yourself." Bakugou snorted. If it was up to him, they could've stayed like that well into the morning but sadly he knew their time outside was running low so he broke away from their closeness, rolling off of Kirishima to get up and offer a hand, Kirishima gladly accepted.
They didn't let go, instead, they held hands on the way back to campus brushing shoulder to shoulder as they walked back taking their time they knew they didn't have.
"Hey, I'm curious, how do you know so much about sneaking out?" Kirishima attempted conversation.
"I did it alot back home, never did it to go to a shitty party or anything like that but I went to nearby parks a lot," Bakugou remembered how his parents tried all they could to keep him from going out at night, from strict curfews to phone tracking, "The old hag hated it."
It wasn't until they had to scale back up the building to Bakugou's dorm they broke contact but even then Bakugou held out his hand for Kirishima to grab to help out with their climb.
Once they finally made it to Bakugou's balcony with a final pull up from the blonde, they quickly headed inside. In the light of the room, they both noticed they looked like a hot mess. Hair and jackets covered in grass, green stained their knees as sweat beaded their foreheads from the scaling of the building.
"Lemme see your phone again." Bakugou huffed. Kirishima handed the phone over once again as Bakugou turned the location back on, "You're last location is my room an hour ago, so the teachers won't know we left."
After giving it thought Bakugou realized how it might seem on the security cameras, oh fun. That's a conversation he hoped will never come to light.
Kirishima realized this too but instead of cringing, he gave Bakugou a suggestive smirk. Bakugou flushed red and pulled Kirishima's head down into a headlock ruffling his hair, "Get your mind out of the gutter, hair for brains."
Kirishima accepted the punishment, "You were thinking it too! I saw it on your face." A chuckle from Kirishima only brought Bakugou's face redder.
"Oh be quiet asshole." Bakugou shushed pushing Kirishima away, Kirishima was proud of himself it was written all over his expression. Oh, what he would do to wipe that smug off his face.
He knew exactly what would.
Swiftly Bakugou stepped forward and placed his hands on Kirishima's cheeks cupping them as he left a peck on Kirishima's lips. "You should go before Aizawa makes his rounds."
Kirishima nodded, all their energy was spent at the park so sleep sounded lovely. He made his way towards the door, turning to face Bakugou before he left.
"Till next time?" Kirishima was hopeful.
"Sure thing, Shitty Hair.".