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"I really wish you would've minded your own damn business."
"That's not very nice. I took a punch to the face for you, you know."
"That's why I said-"
"Kiss me."
"...Wha-What?!"
"Kiss me, [Kacchan]. It'll make the pain go away."
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He sat back on his heels to get a good better look at him, scuffed clothes and all, but there wasn't much to read underneath the surface of the coy curl of Kaminari's smirk; it practically screamed all there was needed to know. Bakugou's gaze flicks from Kaminari's mouth to his dirt caked hands for a moment, and then back up to his cheek where the makings of a nasty bruise were already beginning to blossom, dark purple and blue hues against pale skin.
Guilt pulsed through him for a moment; saying no would obviously be the wrong answer, mostly because Denki would likely assume that Katsuki wasn't appreciative of the way he had checked him out of the way of a nasty blow and took it like a champ, stopping himself from tumbling to the ground by digging his heels in the dirt. He had a way of turning it into a trap, because once the aggressor's fist had made a connection with his face he had his lights were blown right out as Denki shocked him within an inch of his life.
Katsuki grunts, eyeing the space between them for a beat of silence before he finally glances up and reluctantly asks, "...Here?"
"Here," Denki affirms with a nod, eyelids drooping as he laced his fingers together and tucks them underneath his chin.
Fuck.
"C'mere," Katsuki orders.
Here, out of sight and out of mind from the rest of the class, Denki scoots forwards with a bubble of giddy laughter. Once he had fitted himself within the slot between Katsuki's knees, he takes the lead as he first presses his lips to Katsuki's chin.
Oh, it just makes him melt; bystanders be damned as he reaches out to rest a still-heated palm on Denki's thigh while the other comes up to cup his face.
He makes a small noise of protest as Katsuki presses his mouth hard against his wounded cheek, and even mumbles a curse as he rearranges his hold to squish his face between a thumb and forefinger when he decides that one simple peck isn't enough to sate either of them.
"Bakugou," Denki starts as he peppers kisses up from his bruise to his forehead. "Katsuki," he laughs as Katsuki scoots forward some more, pressing affection to his nose, his temple, his hair and jaw.
"Kacchan!" He roars with laughter, as Katsuki mumbles a muted fuck it before pulling Denki towards him fully to press his lips to his throat, back up to his jaw, and finally his mouth, sealing his snickers and taking them for himself. Denki's arms come to twine around his neck and in that moment all tension drops from Katsuki's shoulders as he releases Denki's face and encircles his waist.
"I'm not praising you for getting beaten up," Katsuki informs him when Denki leans away to catch a break.
"Uh," he snorts, "yeah man, you totally are."
"I'm not." Denki rolls his eyes, his knowing smile coming back with a vengeance. Displeased, Katsuki squished his cheeks with a large hand and received an indignant squawk.
"The way you lit up that bastard was pretty sick though."
"Ojiro is not a bastard Katsuki, he nearly got you good."
He does his best to grin despite the vice Katsuki's fingers had on his face, eyes lighting up at the praise.
"You liked that though?" he asks, thrilled, "I figured you'd be impressed!"
"It's gonna take more than that to actually impress me," Katsuki tells him, and when Denki deflates he leans back in to chase away the space between them and seals his lips atop of his one last time. "Just don't make a habit of stealing my thunder, asshole."
"I did not steal your thunder!"
"You did."
"I saved you from getting clocked, man!"
"I can take it," Katsuki sniffed. And when Denki opened his mouth to protest some more he pressed his thumb into his lower lip, shutting him up. "I don't like seeing you getting clocked, Dunceface."
Aizawa's voice booms overhead from the loudspeaker, announcing that the test had ended and that the students were to regroup back in the area they had started in.
Katsuki pulls up a grumbling Denki to stand with him, and as he raises a hand to rub at his cheek he takes one last moment to press another kiss to the back of his hand. When Denki looks to him in wonder he tells him softly, "but yeah, thanks I guess"
"Ugh. You're welcome, I guess."