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It was a Saturday morning when Eijirou Kirishima was awoken by a rapid fire of banging on his door.
‘What the hell?’ He thought to himself, squinting his eyes to look at the alarm clock on his desk. 6:34 A.M.
Kirishima hates to admit this to himself, but he knew exactly who it was on the other side of that door. He knew Bakugou’s daily routine all too well. His excuse was that they did room right next to each other, and had been for the third year in a row. In reality, Kirishima’s infatuation with the blonde-haired boy was consuming his every thought. Unfortunately, in the three years he’s known Bakugou, Kirishima has never grown enough courage to tell him how he really feels.
“Kirishima, you bastard!!” Bakugou’s voice boomed throughout the dorm hall. Luckily, Bakugou and Kirishima were the only two in this wing of the dormitory, so nobody else would be disturbed at an hour like this.
“Jesus, dude. What?” Kirishima groaned back through the door. Even though the red-haired guy considered Bakugou one of his best friends, six-thirty in the morning was way too early, especially on a Saturday.
“Fucking open the door, Shitty Hair!” Bakugou screeched, fists still pounding against the door of Kirishima’s room.
Kirishima dramatically sighed, loud enough for Bakugou to hear. He begrudgingly rolled out of the warmth of his bed, and pulled up a pair of basketball shorts that were in a pile on the floor. He walked over to the door, rubbing his eyes. His room was way too bright at an hour like this.
“Come on Bakugou, we’ve been over this a million times-”
Kirishima stopped speaking right as his eyes landed on the other. His mouth fell slightly agape at what was in front of him. There, Bakugou stood, hair dripping in his face, still wet from the shower. Something was definitely different. Bakugou’s hair was... PINK?! Kirishima was suddenly speechless, staring at an infuriated Bakugou.
Bakugou stormed into Kirishima’s room, breathing heavily, leaving the other behind at the door. Kirishima was frozen, honestly, he wanted to laugh. Whenever Bakugou got this angry, he could only really see him as a small dog. All bark, no bite. Yet, he was also taken aback by this sudden appearance, because Bakugou looked really good with pink hair. Even though it was wet and dripping on his forehead, Kirishima’s heart couldn’t help but race as he stared at the hair.
“Katsu-” Kirishima was cut off by Bakugou, who was now pacing around his room.
“You did this to me!” Bakugou cried out, a small explosion booming from his hand. It was kind of adorable to see Bakugou in this state, he was flustered, still stomping around Ejirou’s room.
“What do you mean, I did this to you?” Kirishima slightly laughed back, finally snapping out of his frozen state, closing the door. He didn’t want to seem too into the fact that Bakugou was shirtless, wet, and flustered this close to him. However, he was definitely fully awake at this point.
Bakugou grunted and flopped onto Kirishima’s unmade bed, bringing his hands up and covering his face. He sighed dramatically. Kirishima stood by the door, confused as ever, a blush spreading across his face. Eijirou’s mind was racing a mile a second.
The redhead walked over, pulled out his desk chair and sat down, watching Bakugou intently. Usually when Katsuki got this frustrated, Kirishima knew to just give him time and not pester him with questions. A couple moments of silence filled the dorm, Kirishima studying Bakugou’s chest rise and fall with every breath.
Suddenly, Bakugou sat up and dropped his hands from his face, giving Eijirou a look he had never seen before. He was… embarrassed. The blonde haired- rather pink haired- boy sat, a bright red blush spread across his whole face. Kirishima was a little shocked to say the least.
“Um, you okay Katsuki?” Kirishima asked, honestly still confused on this whole interaction. Bakugou turned his face away, the redness spreading down his neck. Him doing so made Kirishima’s breath hitch, he physically felt a heartstring tug. It was too damn early for Kirishima to be experiencing these emotions.
Bakugou brought both of his hands up and smacked himself on both sides of his face, trying to snap himself out of it. “I… Mhhm… Jesus…” He mumbled, shaking his head. Some water flung off of his still wet hair as he shook, splashing Kirishima on the face.
Kirishima stood up and made his way over to the bed, sitting next to Bakugou. They were close enough that their knees knocked together when he sat down. He placed his hand on Bakugou’s shoulder, his skin was warm and still damp.“C’mon man, you know you can tell me anything! I’m your best bro!” He said, trying to cheer up the other.
Bakugou softly grunted in response, looking ahead to avoid eye contact with Kiri. A few moments of silence passed again, but with the two of them it was never uncomfortable. Bakugou finally stood up quickly with a gruff and turned to face Kirishima.
He took a deep breath and pushed back the pink hair from his forehead. “Dumbass, I used your shampoo in the shower, and you never told me it had hair dye in it. So I got out of the shower and now I’m stuck with THIS!” Bakugou rambled on, ranting about how his reputation will be damaged with his pink hair.
Kirishima was only slightly listening, his mind was working at a fast pace. Yes, he kept red hair dye in his shampoo to maintain the color in between dye sessions. But why would Bakugou be so embarrassed about telling him that? They told each other everything, and something just as simple as borrowing things shouldn’t be that big of a deal.
“Aw come on, Katsuki!” He interrupted, “Don’t be embarrassed to have pink hair. Pink is such a manly color!” Kirishima grinned up at Bakugou. His face flushed in reaction to Eijirou’s comment.
“You really don’t get it, do you?” Bakugou replied, sounding a bit desperate. Kirishima wondered how drastically Bakugou’s mood could change in such a short amount of time.
“What don’t I get?” Kirishima questioned, standing up to meet Bakugou’s gaze. Crimson eyes met red, and like every time, Eijirou felt like the world stopped around him. It was just the two of them in the silence of the dorm room. Creeps of sunlight seeping across Bakugou’s face as the sun began to rise, marking the start of the day. He was beautiful. Kirishima felt his heart begin to race.
Bakugou sighed, finally breaking eye contact. “I’m not embarrassed because I have pink hair…” He paused, he was thinking carefully about what he had to say.
“I’m embarrassed, because I didn’t just use your shampoo because I ran out. I used it because,” He paused again, this time though, it seemed as if he was calming himself. Over the years of knowing and paying intimate attention to Bakugou, Kirishima had never seen him nervous before. His breath was slightly shaking.
Kirishima tried to reassure him, “I don’t think that’s embarrassing, bro! That’s not wei-” Bakugou placed his hands on Kirishima's shoulders, silencing him. Bakugou was usually not the type to initiate touch, so everytime it happened, it threw Kirishima off guard.
“I used it because I like the way you smell,” It seemed Bakugou had gained some confidence, and with a slightly less shaky breath he uttered,
“I like you, Eijirou.”
Bakugou's hands started warming up on Kirishima’s shoulders. He instinctively hardened them, his body being used to random outbursts from Katsuki. As his skin hardened though, his heart and brain absolutely melted. Kirishima’s throat tightened up and he could feel his cheeks burn.
‘Eijirou.’ ‘I like you.’ ‘Eijirou.’ ‘Eijirou.’
In the three years of knowing him, Bakugou had never referred to him by his given name. Hell, Kirishima didn’t even think he knew what it was. Hearing it slip past Bakugou’s lips for the first time, following a phrase he’d also never expect Katsuki to say.
Kirishima’s knees went weak. He genuinely couldn’t think of the proper words to say back. Why was his brain completely empty? Well, it wasn’t empty. Infact, it was so distracted with the same phrase playing over and over again, no other thoughts could escape.
The silence of the room was overwhelming. Finally, Kirishima truly registered what just happened and tears welled up in his eyes. He still was speechless, but he was back in reality. So, instead of replying with words, he tangled his fingers into the wet, pink-toned hair that Bakugou now supported. Kirishima gently pulled Bakugou towards him and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Pulling away, they somehow both seemed surprised at what just happened.
“Katsuki, I like you, too.” Kirishima finally replied, a couple of tears rolled down his cheeks. He had the widest grin on his face, never knowing he could be so happy. “I like you, too.” He repeated, just to solidify the statement. This time, Bakugou pulled him in for a kiss, and it was tender and sweet. Bakugou’s hands reached up from Kirishima’s shoulder, cupping his face as he kissed him.
After a while, the two broke away from the kiss, resting their foreheads together. Kirishima tugged on Bakugou’s hair slightly and laughed. “Does this mean I get to call you Shitty Hair from now on?” He teased, curling a piece of pink hair around his index finger.
Bakugou’s face flushed and he rolled his eyes, “Hey,” He raised his hand and pointed at Kirishima’s hair, which hadn’t been styled yet. “My hair’s not that different from yours!”