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That was supposed to be another regular Saturday. Another one of those days when he would sleep early, leaving aside all the extras that lived in the school’s dormitory. It was common for those idiots to want to have fun on the weekend, and maybe every teenager would do the same. After so many hours of studying and training, having that moment of rest and fun with friends was always welcome... Except for Bakugou.
Being alone in his room was what he used to call fun, ever since he lived with his parents. However, since he was forced to live in UA, he was almost never able to be without company. That's because an annoying redhead, who slept in the room next to his, had to knock on his door and disturb him until he agreed to participate in whatever activity was planned by the other classmates.
There were few times that the blonde managed to get rid of his friend, and in those few, it wasn't long before Kirishima knocked on the door again saying that he would keep him company until bedtime came. And as much as he wanted to be alone, Bakugou ended up giving in.
That particular night, a storm was falling outside, making it impossible to plan anything that wasn't inside the dorm. That's why the idea of watching a movie came up. The discussion of which genre they were going to see took a few minutes, with unbearable shouting from the others, and when it was finally over, Bakugou was ready to go to his room. That was until he heard Mineta complaining.
“I'm not going to watch a horror movie, Kaminari. How am I going to sleep later?!”
“You want to be a hero and you’re afraid of a movie?!” the blonde replied, making fun. “You’re too weak, man.”
The laughter of some other boys and even some girls echoed in the room, while the little boy with purple hair continued to scream. Bakugou did not bother to pay attention to that, because the only thing he could hear at that moment was his rapid heart beat. It was true that he never liked to participate in those moments and whenever he could he escaped to his room, but if he did, the imbecile Pikachu would certainly make fun of him.
Probably he and the other extras who called themselves Bakusquad would assume that he was afraid of horror movies and would be teasing until one of their faces exploded. And he couldn't let that happen. Even if it was true.
Bakugou hated films of that genre. He was an aspiring hero, of course, and he wanted to be the number one. But there was a huge difference between villains and spirits. His explosions would certainly not affect any spectrum and it terrified him. But between really being afraid and letting everyone know the truth, there was a huge chasm, and the blonde wouldn't cross it.
Having no choice, mainly because of his gigantic ego that would never admit defeat, he ended up following Kirishima towards one of the mattresses that were on the floor. He preferred to sit in the corner, being able to lean back on the sofa, simply because he would deal with as few people as possible.
Some idiot turned off the light the moment the redhead sat down next to him and Kaminari hit the play button with a mischievous smile.
Bakugou thanked mentally for being far enough from all the prying eyes and for the darkness that was taking over the room. He was known for being fearless, rebellious and explosive. Fear was not part of their vocabulary. Or, at least, that was the image he wanted to convey.
In an attempt to calm himself, he took a deep breath and closed his hands into fists, squeezing as hard as he could. The film was still in its early stages, where only letters and a black screen appeared, and he needed to control himself before the worst scenes appeared. But Kirishima could never be quiet.
“You’re okay, man?!”
Due to the nervousness that accumulated and the sudden approach of the redhead, who completely invaded his personal space, Bakugou ended up squeezing himself against the sofa that was next to him, holding the pillow as if his life depended on it.
Kirishima raised an eyebrow at the situation and Bakugou wanted to blow himself up. It was as clear as water that the redhead questioned him through those crimson eyes and the blond could not sustain that look. He was ashamed that he had acted in that pathetic way.
Kirishima, on the other hand, did not exactly care about the reason for that overreaction. He and Bakugou were best friends and if there was something he was good at, it was to understand what was going on in the blonde's head before he spoke. Especially because, in most cases, he did not speak. And so it was not long before he understood what had happened. He had scared the other.
Reaching this realization, he decided to just open his best smile. He wanted to show that everything was fine and that he didn't judge the other's attitude. He never did, to be honest. Besides, he tried to tell him with his eyes that, if the other needed, he was there.
Even though not being an expert in understanding people, Bakugou perfectly got what the redhead was saying. His heart sped up again. He didn't want to admit that the fact that Kirishima understood him without even having to speak, or perhaps his sharp teeth and bright eyes, were responsible for the tachycardia. He preferred to assume that it was the scare taken at the moment when a loud noise echoed in the room, indicating that the film would start for good.
The opening minutes were quiet, just showing how the stupid protagonist was going to get into a fucking haunted house. However, as the scenes went on, things started to get more and more intense.
The silence in the room made Bakugou even more sweaty than usual. Although he didn't want to, his eyes were glued to the screen, watching the imbecile girl walking slowly down a corridor. Her steps echoed through the old wood and the instrumental beats, indicating that this was a critical moment, completed the scene.
Bakugou grit his teeth at the very moment the protagonist held the handle. When she started to open the door, the boy decided to hold his breath. That way he could avoid letting out any sound that indicated he was afraid.
To his surprise, and perhaps most of those present, the room was empty. The blond breathed out, sighing with relief. However, he was celebrating too soon. The moment the camera turned, indicating that the girl was ready to return, the spirit that haunted the house was standing in front of her, staring at her with wide eyes.
Mineta's scream echoed through the room, as did the sound of the door slamming shut in the film. With all those sound, Bakugou was unable to contain his nervousness and ended up uttering a low exclamation, while instinctively grabbing the nearest thing with his right hand.
Kirishima, who had not really been frightened by the scene, felt his entire body tremble the moment something grabbed his thigh. The boy stared at the place with wide eyes, until he realized that it was Bakugou's hand that held him. Then he looked at the blonde, realizing he was staring at the screen in a small panic, while squeezing his leg tightly. Basically as he had done with the sofa before.
The redhead was unable to avoid the smile that was beginning to appear on his lips and, taken by the whole situation, gently caressed the other's hand. He did everything as carefully as possible so as not to scare him, but was unsuccessful. As soon as he felt the touch, Bakugou shifted restlessly beside him and stared at his hand in horror.
The blonde felt his face heat up the instant he realized what he had done. He felt like an idiot. How could he lose control so much that he clung to Kirishima?! Without thinking twice, he tried to pull his hand back, but failed. The redhead grabbed it, interlacing their fingers.
Bakugou felt himself despair. Any idiot wandering their gaze around the room could see them hand in hand and that would be the news of the week. In addition to the fact that if they stayed that way for a long time, he would certainly produce more sweat than normal and then it could cause small explosions. That would be enough to get everyone's attention.
Before he could complain, Kirishima released his hand. The red eyes looked at each other for a few seconds and the blonde felt his whole body tingle when the redhead blinked, opening a wide smile. What was that idiot thinking?!
He tried to ignore the imbecile beside him, as well as the hand that remained close to his, and turned his attention to the film. It was not long before a new scary scene appeared and they became more frequent. There were times that even those who were confident at first, like the damn Pikachu, were startled. The screams of Mineta and a few girls filled the room constantly and the blond tried his best not to let any sounds escape.
But obviously things could still get worse. The film was probably nearing its end and that meant that the woman's spirit was more unruly. In a specific scene, which was too silent for such a film, the face of the haunt appeared for the first time in full. The eyes were wide, the skin seemed peeled, the black strands running down the side of its face... All that was enough to make Bakugou squeeze his own thighs firmly. And then, the creature began to scream, a high-pitched and agonized voice, as it slid towards the screen trying to catch the protagonist.
The screams now came from almost everyone present and that only made Bakugou more nervous. It was all too much. Then, on impulse, he ended up hiding his face in the curve of Kirishima's neck.
“Shit!” he swore under his breath, grabbing the other's shirt.
Kirishima felt his heart racing. The film and the screams of his colleagues did nothing to him. But having Bakugou that close, made every hair on his body stand on end and his extremities started to tingle.
It was not so uncommon touching the other boy. Usually he liked to hang on the blonde's shoulder and invade his personal space. But this was completely different. The redhead could feel Bakugou's rapid breathing hitting the skin on his neck and it made him nervous. So nervous that he couldn't think of his next action and, when he realized, he was already squeezing the blonde's small waist and pulling him closer. To his surprise, Bakugou had no negative reaction. In fact, he seemed to snuggle even closer against his body.
The blonde couldn't see, due to the position he was in, but he felt Kirishima's face moving, knowing that he was smiling. At that moment, he felt like blowing up his face, but what right did he have to do it?! Only in those few hours he had grabbed his thigh and thrown himself against his muscular body to hide. If anyone deserved to be blown up, it was certainly him.
He put those thoughts aside and tried to relax in the other's grip. Kirishima was hot and, being honest, Bakugou liked that heat. He no longer cared if someone saw them that way. He would just pretend to be asleep and happened to fall on the redhead's shoulder. And he would kill anyone who made jokes about it.
Kirishima completely lost his attention to the film, even though he knew it was ending. The only thing he could think of was Bakugou. His hand could no longer keep still, not holding that thin waist. Without thinking, he started moving his hand, even lifting the other's shirt a little.
He expected to hear some complaint, even some threat, but the only thing that came out between the blonde's lips was a sigh. A long, muffled sigh.
The redhead felt a new wave of trembling pass through his body at that moment. Bakugou's mouth was glued against his skin, probably in an attempt to hide any noise that might come out. The problem was, he liked having him like that, feeling the thin lips tickling his neck. He wanted more of that.
But the film was in its last minutes. The protagonist had already discovered what to do to get rid of the evil spirit. This would give at most one more scary scene so that the blonde could have some reaction. And that's exactly what happened.
Kirishima didn't look at the television, so he didn't know exactly how it all ended. His eyes were focused on Bakugou. The blonde was clinging to his shirt, staring at the screen with eyes larger than normal. The redhead just smiled at the scene. But then a loud door slamming echoed and in a matter of seconds Bakugou was no longer in his arms.
The damn movie was over.
Without saying anything, Kirishima saw Kaminari getting up and turning on the light. Somewhere in the room Mineta was crying desperately trying to convince some of the girls that he couldn't be alone. Obviously none of them cared.
Before side conversations could begin in relation to what they had just seen, Iida already scolded them for being up late. His arms moved in an exaggerated manner, as always, telling how it was past time to retire to their rooms and how everyone should do it immediately.
And that was exactly what happened. Gradually people were dispersing. Some towards the elevator, others towards the kitchen for a last glass of water before going to sleep. Bakugou, on the other hand, kept sat on the couch, waiting.
He would normally be the first to get up from that stupid movie session and get on the elevator before anyone else. But at that moment, he didn't feel confident enough. Her cheeks were hot, which indicated that there was a huge chance that they were red. Less than two minutes ago, he was stuck in Kirishima’s arms.
Remembering that made his heart beat fast against his chest. It was common for them to stay close, especially because the redhead did not respect his personal space at all, but this was the first time he made the first move. It was always Kirishima who approached, who hugged him, who tried to hold his fist or hand. Never Bakugou. But all it took for that to change was a horror movie. A damn movie.
He would kill that fucking Pikachu the next day.
Two hours was all it took to put an end to whatever his excuses were for not letting the redhead touch him. How could he tell him that he didn't want him around since the first reaction he had when he was afraid was to cling to him?! How would he claim to dislike physical contact when he basically melted against that hot body when the other boy grabbed around his waist?! And worse, how would he face the redhead after having almost moaned with his touch?!
He felt like an imbecile teenager girl and that made him angry. His hands were clenched into fists and he felt small explosions exploding in them. The blonde wished he could go to the training ground to get all that frustration out, but he couldn't get out of that damn dorm. Or maybe he could try to sneak out.
And get caught again and be stuck for another five days., he thought. That was certainly the worst idea.
Snorting, he got up from the couch and headed for the elevator. The place was empty, so he could go alone to his floor. Or at least he thought he would.
Before the doors could close, a stiffened arm slid between the two metal parts, causing them to open again. Kirishima then entered the small elevator space, grinning as if nothing had happened. The blonde wanted to blow his face up, again.
What Bakugou wanted most at that moment was silence, but obviously the redhead couldn't be quiet. He excitedly commented on the film the entire way, but about the dumbest things possible.
“Did you see the couch they had in that old house?! Dude, that was a manly red.”
He obviously hadn't noticed a damn sofa, but that was enough to start relaxing him. He even wondered if that piece of furniture really was there or if it was just Kirishima trying to break the uncomfortable mood. And that was enough to make him crack a smile. It was nice to know that they could go on talking as if nothing had happened. Anyone else would ask what was all that fuss during the film about.
Despite chattering about stupid things, Kirishima thanked mentally when the doors opened. He wanted to make the blonde feel more comfortable, to show that he didn't really care what had happened. But it was a lie. Every cell in his body seemed to vibrate for more contact, and he knew he couldn't. So he just stayed quiet in the corner, watching Bakugou come out of the metal box, leaving right after that and walking behind the blonde towards his room.
Bakugou felt a little calmer and was ready to sleep, at least until he opened the door. Darkness took over the room and without realizing it, his eyes widened. His mind was working at full speed, insisting on remembering all the scary scenes in the movie. It was as if it wanted to tell him that there, inside that pitch black room, the spirit was waiting for him.
The despair that overwhelmed him was so great that he ended up cursing out loud and taking a step back, drawing the redhead's attention beside him.
“Dude, are you okay?!” heard Kirishima ask, finally looking away from the door to face his friend.
His red eyes were full of concern and the blonde hated that expression with all his strength. He did not like others to feel sorry for himself, or to think he was weak. But he was surprised that it was not the reason for his discomfort. In fact, he didn't like to see Kirishima's happy face filled with worry.
“It’s fine, damn it.” he used anger to hide the fear inside, opening the door again. “Just go to bed already, shitty hair.”
Bakugou then returned to face the dark that haunted his thoughts. He was not weak, he was not afraid, he could do that without any problems. Trying to convince himself of that, the blonde took a step forward, followed by another, until he was almost entering the room again.
Kirishima, seeing that, decided to shrug and do as he was told. He knew better than anyone that it was better not to insist or Bakugou would feel that he was considering him weak and unable to take care of himself. And it really wasn't like that.
“So... good night.” the redhead said, as he opened the door to his room.
Before he could actually enter the room, a hand gripped his fist tightly, pulling him outside again. Kirishima looked at the blonde beside him with a raised eyebrow and a questioning look.
Bakugou stared at the floor, squeezing the redhead's arm due to nervousness. He knew he was staring at him. He knew he had to say something, give some explanation as to why he was doing that, but the words seemed to be stuck in his throat. Would he admit being scared?! And if he did, what could Kirishima do about that?!
“I don’t... I...” he tried to form a sentence that was at least decent, but it was difficult. “Shit! I won't be able to sleep in there.”
When he finished saying that, his eyes widened in sheer terror. He had tried so hard to say anything that wasn't stupid, but ended up saying the most humiliating. He practically asked to sleep with Kirishima. It had been a whisper, it is true, but the likelihood of the redhead not having heard it was minimal.
Bakugou felt his face heating up again. He was ready to lock himself in the room and let any spirit kill him when a delicate hand grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up.
Kirishima smiled, showing all his pointed teeth. He was happy. Really happy. But he knew that the blonde was thinking of running away from what he had just asked for, so he was quick to pull him into his room and close the door.
Both continued to stare at each other. Bakugou's eyes went from Kirishima's face to the environment, analyzing the place. He already knew that room. There were several times when he sat on that floor to help the redhead to study. But for the first time, he felt uncomfortable being there with him.
Kirishima noticed all the nervousness of the other and for that reason she tried to soften the mood. They were friends, sharing a room was no problem.
“You can have the bed man. I sleep on the floor.” he said, giving his best smile.
Bakugou looked at him in disbelief. He might be arrogant, but he wasn't a complete asshole. Well.. Maybe sometimes. But not to Kirishima. He couldn't just let him sleep on the floor. This was his room after all.
“Are you fucking idiot?!” he growled angrily. “We both fit in this damn bed.”
The redhead's wide eyes looked at him. He felt like exploding again. That damn movie had wiped out some of his neurons. It was the only explanation for so much idiocy that he had done and said in a short time.
“Fine!”
Before he could say anything, Kirishima pulled him onto the bed and made him lie down on the corner of the wall. The redhead then turned off the lights and it didn't take even a minute before he was already lying beside the blonde.
Bakugou's heart started racing again. It was dark. Too dark. Without realizing it, his breathing began to become uneven. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to control his body, but it was in vain. He was getting nervous again. It would be a matter of seconds before the images from the film came back to him with all his might. But then, he realized some sort of light.
His eyes flew open, searching for the source of the light, until he saw Kirishima turning on a lamp beside the bed. That idiot thought of everything.
He felt his body slowly relax as he watched the other's bright smile. He decided not to say anything. He turned his back to the redhead, facing the wall. They already shared the same bed, they didn't need to be too close.
He felt the bed moving on the other side, imagining that Kirishima was doing the same. He forced himself to close his eyes again, in order to sleep. He tried to think of things he liked. He thought of battles, his explosions destroying different villains, his name at the top of the heroes ranking... All in vain. He could not sleep.
His heart was still racing and his breathing was not yet regularized. This time, however, he couldn't blame the film. He was nervous, yes, but not because of the spirit that haunted his thoughts. He was nervous because of Kirishima. Their bodies did not touch, but he was able to feel the heat emanating from the other. Gradually, he became aware of the fact that they shared a bed. A single bed.
Before he could control his movements, the blonde was already turning on the mattress again, thinking about facing the broad back that would be at his side. However, to his surprise, the redhead was already staring at him.
He thought about turning back to the wall, but that would be too suspicious. Perhaps the light from the lamp was not enough for the other to notice the blush on his cheeks. He then decided to relax, while red faced red.
“Can't sleep?!” Kirishima's low voice reached his ears, making him shiver. - You know, I didn't picture you as the type to be afraid of horror movies.
The redhead's laugh echoed faintly across the room, while Bakugou glared at him.
“Shut your fucking mouth, shitty hair!” he snarled, pushing the other's body as if to warn him that he could throw him out of bed. “Spirits are fucking dumb.”
Kirishima ended up laughing again. The mood was already better between the two and continuing to tease the blonde seemed like a good idea. Maybe he would get an explosion, or two, but he could harden and suffer nothing. At most it would end with his shirt destroyed, or perhaps his bed.
“Afraid of spirits, Blasty?! Who would have thought?!”
“Fuck you!” Bakugou raised his voice. “I can't blow a damn spirit.”
That was enough for the redhead to understand. Bakugou always showed that he was not afraid, because he trusted his quirk enough. He knew he was strong and could protect himself against just about anyone. But things that were not physical would not suffer from his explosions. He ended up smiling again.
“It is true! But maybe it's just like Tokoyami's Dark Shadow. Your explosions can frighten it.”
“Maybe.”
Both ended up laughing after that. Bakugou felt lighter when considering that. Kirishima was not a complete idiot when he wanted to. That statement might not have been true, but it was certainly enough to calm the blond a little.
Silence came again in the room. The light from the lamp being enough that the two could watch each other's faces without any problems. Kirishima stopped smiling, while keeping his eyes fixed on the blonde's. His heart seemed to be able to come out of his chest at any moment, so strong it was beating.
All that strange mood made him unable to control his actions perfectly. He even thought about being quiet, maybe saying good night and turning around like Bakugou had done in the beginning, but he couldn't. When he realized, his hand was already on the blonde's face, gently stroking his cheek.
Bakugou's eyes were closed, receiving the affection without complaint. That scene would be completely surreal for anyone who saw it, but not for Kirishima. It just felt right. As if it were a custom. Despite being the first time they were so close.
Taken by a sudden act of courage, the redhead started to approach his face. He made sure of keeping his eyes open, in case the blonde got out of the trance he seemed to be in and, feeling embarrassed, use his quirk to send him away. But Bakugou did not move.
Callused fingers touching his face made the blonde’s mind go blank. He couldn't think straight, and he didn't even know if he wanted to. If he were fully conscious, it was likely that he would have already cursed Kirishima and walked away. Maybe even go back to his own room. As long as he simply enjoyed the touch, he would stay there.
Then he thought about opening his eyes. The boy wanted to watch Kirishima's face. However, before he could really do it, he felt lips touching his.
It was delicate, subtle, just a small pressure. But it was enough for Bakugou to feel his whole body heat up at once. Therefore, his instinct spoke louder and he ended up pushing the redhead, while his eyes widened.
He realized his mistake at the very moment that Kirishima looked back at him. Breathing fast, eyes equally wide, mouth half open as if trying to say something... He was clearly desperate.
“I... I mean... Shit.” Kirishima tried, but his mind didn't seem to work.
He wanted to apologize, to say that he did not intend to do that and that he did not know what had gone on in his head. But it was a lie. He knew exactly the reason for that kiss. He couldn't even count how many times he dreamed or imagined he was brave enough to touch Bakugou's lips with his own.
However, now that he had done it, he wished he could go back in time. Feeling the blonde push him away made his heart sink. He didn't want to lose that friendship. He couldn't lose it.
“I’m sorry.” He forced himself to say, despite having come out weak.
Bakugou was still staring at the redhead without saying anything. He hoped for some explanation, that he would tell him it was unintentionally, or that he wasn't thinking at the moment. But the apology and the silence afterwards could only mean one thing. It was no accident. Kirishima thought about doing that.
He was unable to say exactly which feeling invaded his chest, but because of it, Bakugou grabbed the collar of the other's shirt and pulled him close. It probably wasn't the best option, because the redhead looked at him desperately.
“I said I’m sorry, dude...”
Bakugou was quick to stick his lips against Kirishima's to shut him up. He didn't want to hear excuses, reasons, complaints… He just wanted to keep feeling the heat. And so he let his body move on its own.
Kirishima was still a little static, lost. The boy expected an explosion, a punch, or maybe both. But what he received were thin, soft lips pressed roughly against his own. And maybe he would even stay like that, doing nothing, if Bakugou hadn't come closer and placed one of his legs on his hip.
That was what the redhead needed to grab the slim waist and pull him close until the blonde was partially on top of him.
As an answer, he felt Bakugou's body quiver and his lips part to let the air escape. Kirishima tried to be quick, so as not to give the other a chance to think, and soon added his tongue in the kiss.
Bakugou could not and did not want to reason. His body was filled with pleasure from the first touch. He had no idea that Kirishima's body could be so good. This was an improved version of what happened in the living room. And when he felt the redhead's hot tongue rubbing against his own and exploring his mouth, he found that it could get better and better.
The blonde could feel the redhead's entire body under his. He could feel the muscles in his abdomen touching his, even with the fabric of their shirts getting in the way, as well as the full, strong legs that were hugged by his own. He clearly felt Kirishima's hands tightening around his waist, strong enough to leave traces the next day, as if he wanted to mark him.
Without control, he began to let out light grunts of ecstasy inside the redhead's mouth, who took that act as an indication that they could go on.
As such, Kirishima moved the pelvis gently upwards, practically wiggling under the blonde, causing their sexes to collide, causing perfect friction. Bakugou whimpered and Kirishima took advantage of the elder's distraction to grab the target's neck. He sucked at the skin as if it were his last act on earth, filling himself with the sounds that escaped from the other. Between nibbles, kisses and licks, the redhead could feel the room's energy rising, the growing sexual tension ready to explode.
Bakugou rubbed himself without even seeming to notice, and that made Kirishima want to kiss him again.
Without thinking much, the redhead acted. Holding the blond by the waist and by the neck, he pushed forward and reversed his positions. Now, dominating Bakugou's entire body, Kirishima kept him trapped with his own weight, rubbing against him furiously as he bit the blonde's bottom lips carefully because of his sharp teeth.
All those stimuli were enough to end any hint of sanity that still lurked in Bakugou's mind. Exhaling heavily, the blonde clung even more against the strong body on top of him and brought his hands up to his broad back. He made a point of invading the red fabric that covered the redhead's body and used his short nails to start scratching his back.
Hearing the sigh that left Kirishima's lips, he couldn't contain a satisfied smile. He endeavored to continue to leave marks on his tanned body, while once again receiving the lips of the other against his own, this time in a much more intense and desperate kiss.
They both let the moment guide their bodies. Kirishima positioned one knee between the blonde's legs, moving enough to hear more moans from the other. Bakugou, in turn, grabbed the redhead's shirt and pulled it ferociously up, forcing them to stop the kiss to get rid of that piece of clothing.
As soon as it was on the floor, the blonde grabbed Kirishima by the red threads and pushed him down, being then able to stick his lips on the boy's neck. He tried to do what he had received before. He kissed, nibbled, licked... He did everything to delight in the taste of that skin. In a last act, he took a slightly stronger bite on one of the redhead's strong shoulders, receiving a squeeze on his right thigh in response.
Kirishima invaded Bakugou's shirt with one hand, caressing the muscled abdomen and leaving small scratches. And he certainly would have taken that piece of clothe off, had they not heard the sound of something hitting the wall.
In a jump, they both parted and stared at the surface beside the bed with wide eyes. They were so lost in pleasure that they didn't even think that they might be making noise and that, unfortunately, the room next door was not empty.
Within seconds, the two young men were already sitting on the bed, in front of each other. Bakugou looked at the mattress, trying to hide his face and not show his red cheeks. Kirishima, on the other hand, was watching the blonde's neck. Perhaps he had not been as careful as he imagined, because he could clearly see the mark of his sharp teeth on that white skin.
They stayed in that silence for a while, until Kirishima decided to speak.
“You know, I don’t… I don’t regret it”, the redhead started, not exactly knowing how to explain. “I mean… It was good. I liked it”.
Bakugou's eyes widened. The blonde was ready to hear him apologize, maybe even come back with the idea of sleeping on the floor, but not that. And so he ended up raising his face and looking at Kirishima's crimson eyes. His heart skipped a beat as he realized the whole truth they were transmitting.
“Me too.” He said in a whisper.
He saw Kirishima's lips twitch in a wide smile, confirming he had heard.
“Let' sleep now, hair for brains.” the blonde said, while giving a light punch to the redhead's chest. “And light off that fucking lamp.”
Kirishima looked at him with a raised eyebrow, questioning that request. In response, Bakugou looked at him seriously and crossed his arms. Shrugging, the redhead obeyed, lying down shortly thereafter.
As soon as he snuggled up, he felt the blonde fidget on the mattress, turning his back on him once more. This time, however, Bakugou pulled him by the arm, causing him to be forced to embrace the boy from behind. It just made him smile.
“Don't say a fucking word.” Bakugou basically snarled, nestling more against the redhead's hot body.
Kirishima let out a weak laugh, trying to curl up to the maximum. He closed his eyes while resting his chin on the blond's shoulder and inhaled his scent.
“Good night, Bakugou.” He whispered close to the blonde’s ear, giving a peck on his neck next.
Bakugou shivered slightly and slapped the redhead's arm, without any force.
“Good night, Kirishima.”