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Bakugou was on the way home when he saw the massive ad on the subway wall.
He vaguely remembers Kiri telling him he had an ad to shoot a few weeks prior, what he didn’t expect was for it to be this good.
What the fuck is up with this ad? , he thought.
What are they even selling? He can’t see anything but Kiri’s face, despite the somewhat obvious energy drink Kiri was holding in his hand.
He might be a little biased, but still.
Annoyed as he was, Bakugou pulled out his phone and snapped a couple of pics of the ad. He took a couple of photos, needless to say.
The tip of his ears burned red as he put his phone away and briskly walked back home. The real thing was waiting for him back home, probably hungry for dinner.
A few weeks after, the fact that he had set the picture he took as the home background on his phone had slipped Bakugou’s mind. After having the same picture as a background for so long, you kinda just gloss over it every time you use your phone, it was the same for Bakugou. Not to mention the 2 hectic weeks of training new recruits in another city and being away from home, his phone background had been the last thing on his mind.
After getting back home, and practically melting into Kiri’s arms, it was time to prepare dinner.
Kiri was all over him, as he usually does after Bakugou gets back from a long trip- not that Bakugou minds, God knows he missed the hugs just as much, although he’d never openly admit it- when his phone suddenly rings.
“I’ll get it!” Kiri exclaims, keeping an arm on Bakugou’s waist as he reaches over the counter to grab the phone.
The screen flashed Deku’s name, and Bakugou let out a groan.
“Ignore it.” he said.
“He’s probably calling to check up on you, don’t be rude.” Kiri pecks the side of his neck, and Bakugou felt shivers run down his spine.
“You answer it, then.” he replies. He’s really not in the mood to speak to Deku, of all people.
Kiri answers the phone and speaks to Deku, taking the phone to the living room, and Bakugou chops the spinach a little harder, feeling the warmth leave his back. The oven timer goes off and Bakugou snaps back to cooking mode, ignoring the sound of Kiri’s laughter from the living room, focusing instead on his dish.
When he finally finishes cooking, he looks over to the living room and finds Kiri staring at him intently, smiling.
Confused and a little pissed, Bakugou asks, “What?”
Kiri’s reply was to show him his own phone background, a picture from one of Bakugou’s ads from a few weeks ago.
“We match, huh.” Kiri says, unable to control the smile on his face.
Bakugou feels his face heats up as he remembers his own phone background, and walks over to Kiri to pinch his cheeks. Kiri laughs, his own protest drowned out by his own delight of having matching backgrounds with his boyfriend of 4 years.
“Yeah, we match, shitty hair. Who told you you could look through other people’s phones, huh? You...shitty hair, don’t look so fucking happy, you hear me?” Bakugou mutters, as he pinches both Kiri’s cheeks while his own heats up.
“I didn’t mean to!” Kiri laughs.
This continues on for a while, until Bakugou stops and quietly goes for a hug, which Kiri gladly accepts. Bakugou buries his face in the latter’s chest, as if to hide his embarrassment, though his red ears gave him away.
“You looked cool,” he mutters.
Kiri chuckled, his chest shakes as he does, and strokes Bakugou’s hair lovingly.
“I know.” he says, as he plants a kiss on Bakugou’s forehead.
“So you know, huh?!?” Bakugou pinches his nose, pissed at the redhead’s reply.
“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” Kiri laughs and pulls Bakugou’s hand away from his nose.
Bakugou lets out a huff, and goes for a hug once more. He really missed him.
"You're the coolest to me, you know."
"Of course I am." Bakugou mutters back into his chest, settling into the redhead's arms.
“The food’s getting cold,” Kiri mutters, absentmindedly running his fingers through Bakugou’s hair.
“Leave it. I’ll heat it up later.” Bakugou replies, eyes closing as he listens to the sound of Kiri’s steady heartbeat.
It’s warm. It’s familiar. It’s Kiri. This is where he should be.
This is home, he thought.