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Kirishima Eijiro, like all people, had his faults. He was clumsy. He had a terrible sense of style (according to mina and kaminari, though neither of them were any much better). He was very bad at integrals despite bakugou attempts to beat the formulas into his head. He was also very loyal to his friends.
Loyalty was never something kirishima considered a fault. In fact he always prided himself on it. But right now, as he felt the warm viscous liquid run down his right arm, he felt nothing but humiliation and a terror he couldn't quite place. It was warm, too warm. He knew if he looked down to his right shoulder he’d see the inner white muscle from where his flesh charred and blood oozed out from. There wasn’t any pain, just a lot of heat. Too much heat.
But kirishima couldn’t bring himself to even think about his wound when his eyes were glued to the shadowy figure in front of him.
“I-... I’m sorry...Kirishima, I’m so- f-fucking sor--” the figure heaved through heavy sobs. “They made me… i d-didn’t think… f-fuck… i didn’t think i could hurt you like.. t-this...Im s-so fucking sorry. Please Eijiro...please d-dont die on me...fuck-k”
It was too much. It was too hot. Kirishima couldn’t think. Not right now. He had to sit down. He felt himself hit his knees on the ground and his vision blurred on impact.
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Kirishima leaned back in his chair. He winced, partially at the loud creaking noise it made, and partially at his own sore muscles. He let out a sigh. Unfortunately that was the wrong move because Bakugo who was sitting on Kirishima’s bed took it as a signal that he completed his homework.
He quickly snatched up Kirishima’s laptop. And before he could even protest Bakugo was already scanning the lines of text as he sat back down on the bed.
“Kirishima eijro...clumsy...integrals...The fuck is this shitty hair? This isn’t your english homework is it?” Bakugo spat.
“No Bakubro please don't read it! Seriously bro! Totally unmanly!” Kirishima tried snatching his laptop back. Unfortunately for kirishima, Bakugo was too fast. He kicked kirishima square in the chest so that he fell back on the ground. Bakugo took that moment to balance himself on his best friend’s left leg and torso, immobilizing him as he read...well whatever the fuck it was that kirishima had written. He felt the red-head slump back to the ground in defeat. He continued to read the thing Kirishima had written.
Kirishima saw Bakugo’s brows knitting together more profusely as he progressed through the passage. Fuck. There was definitely going to be a murder tonight...his own.
“Shitty hair...is this because I killed you in Among Us yesterday?” Bakugo said with the utmost terrifying calmness Kirishima had ever seen in a person. He decided to stay silent and close his eyes to accept his forthcoming death. He said a silent prayer and wished his family well.
“...Were you planning to turn in fanfiction of me killing you in ‘among us’...for Present Mic’s creative writing assignment?” bakugo pushed.
Kirishima peeked an eye open.
“Yes” he said in the smallest voice he could muster. He couldn't see bakugo’s face. He closed his eyes again and decided he was probably already dead. Maybe he could still be a hero as a ghost.
So when Bakugou fell back onto the mattress in a fit of hearty laughter, Kirishima was, needless to say, quite stunned. He knew bakugou could be a bit *manic* but he didn’t expect this reaction from bakugou after killing him. Unless...kirishima was actually still alive. He sat up and checked to see if his body was still solid. Yep. Solid and still body. He couldn’t say the same about his heart though.
Bakugo...was laughing? And why was his smile so pretty? Kirishima continued to stare in shock at the hysterical Bakugo who was thrashing on his bed. (A/N: thrashing on his bed you say? *insert pervy face*)
“You… Are… SUCH A FUCKING IDIOT BHAHAHA” Bakugo said as his laughter slowly died down.
“I-..What just happened? Did I seriously not just die and go to heaven?” Kirishima asked, genuinely concerned.
“Kirishima...you aren’t loyal to a fault. It’s the best thing about you. Thank you for being there for me. And I’d never betray you like that in real life, so don’t get any ideas idiot.” Bakugo said, looking directly into kirishima’s eyes.
“What the- What the fuck just happened? Are you seriously complimenting me AND thanking me?!” Kirishima yelped in confusion. “OHMYGODAREYOUANIMPOSTERBUTLIKEINREALLIFE?!” he spewed out all at once.
“Jesus fucking christ, can’t i just be fucking nice without you making it a whole a thing?” bakugo spat out.
“Ah there’s the bakugou I know and love” Kirishima sighed.
“Love?” bakugo smirked. Kirishima felt his stomach turn inside out.
“Uh no! No uh, yes. Like a bro yanno. Bro love. I love you like a bro.” Kirishima paused before adding an extra “...bro…” for added measure.
Bakugo pinched the bridge of his nose. His expression was a mix of amusement and exasperation. Kirishima never knew which one it was.
“Kirishima, we’ve been dating for seven months. You can say that you love me. I mean, I love your dumbass.” bakugo sighed. Kirishima felt his heart swell so much it could burst.
“I love you to katsuki!” he said as he threw his arms around bakugou and planted a wet kiss to Bakugo’s cheek.
“Tch. Doesn’t mean you're off the hook for your english homework. You can’t turn that shit in....Idiot” bakugo said sharply. Kirishima might be an idiot but he didn’t miss how bakugo’s arms snaked up to hold Kirishima properly.