Work Text:
Kirishima and Bakugou have been dating for almost a month now, all of their friends clueless. This wasn’t necessarily because their friends weren’t good enough with context clues to figure it out, but it was more of the fact that no context clues were given.
Kirishima knew Bakugou wasn’t big on PDA. After three years of knowing the guy, he had established that his boyfriend would probably try to blow him up if he even touched his hand in public. So Kirishima or course resorted to being affectionate with Bakugou when they were alone. Whether that be when they’re studying or watching a movie, Kirishima always found a way to be touching Bakugou in some sort of way.
Sometimes it was just their ankles tangled together under the coffee table in the middle of Bakugou’s room when they were going over the english review or Kirishima intertwining their pinkies when they were alone in the common room watching a scary movie that Bakugou thought was stupid but sat through anyway because Kirishima seemed to be enjoying himself.
But no matter where they were, if they were alone, Kirishima had somehow found a way to be touching Bakugou in some sort of way.
They didn’t share their first kiss until 3 weeks into their relationship when they were watching a shitty american horror movie where people were way to stupid and died way too quickly.
The two sat on Bakugou’s bed, laptop sat on top of each of their thighs as the sides of them pressed together, Kirishima holding Bakugou’s hand under the comforter and rubbing his fingers along his knuckles. This was something Kirishima liked to do and something Bakugou liked when Kirishima did.
Kirishima had always been fascinated with Bakugou’s hands. The way he thought his quirk would have made his hands feel rough and sweaty due to the explosions but in reality they were soft to the touch and Kirishima wanted nothing more than to just be able to hold each of them in his hands for the rest of eternity.
And Bakugou would let him hold them when they were alone for as long as he wanted to. Bakugou’s favorite thing was to see that faint smile that always seemed to linger on his face whenever Bakugou was around, and if holding his hand was what it took to keep that smile on his face, he would do what he had to do.
It was a saturday night, the sound of Uraraka and Ashido talking loudly over some upbeat obnoxious dance music could be heard from across the hallway. Bakugou usually wasn’t one to be up past 12 AM, but Kirishima had convinced him that this movie was worth watching before he passed out for the night. He could tell by the first 5 minutes that it wasn’t, and that was how Bakugou ended up leaning his head on Kirishima's shoulder and dozing off. Consciousness came to him and then left him multiple times throughout the movie, Bakugou waking up to Kirishima chewing popcorn loudly over the movie and to random words spoken in a language he didn’t understand and subtitles he couldn’t put much effort into comprehending.
Bakugou hit his final straw when Kirishima woke him up from his haziness with a loud yelp, popcorn flying all over the bed and his shoulder jerking up to hit Bakugou in the nose. He lifted his head quickly off of the other boy's shoulder, taking the now empty popcorn bowl and throwing it on the floor. He’ll deal with it tomorrow. Luckily, there wasn’t much popcorn in the bowl anyway, or else Bakugou would have no choice but to punch Kirishima square in the jaw for getting popcorn all over the bed. He brushed the popcorn off the bed and onto the floor, but not before closing the laptop that had now shifted completely onto Kirishima’s lap.
“Hey! I wasn’t done watching!” Kirishima pointed at the computer that was now placed on the floor after Bakugou had leaned all the way over Kirishima to place it on the carpeted floor gently so it didn’t break.
“Yes you are. You’ve seen this movie a thousand times, i’m sure of it. You know the ending.” Kirishima sighed as Bakugou rolled back over, pulling the blankets up under his chin and turning his back to Kirishima.
As much as Kirishima hated to admit it, Bakugou was right. This movie was something he and his parents used to watch together when he was growing up, his moms always laughing at him when he jumped at the least bit of scary moments. To this day, he was still jumping at those unscary moments, and now apparently he had gotten to the point of throwing popcorn all over his boyfriend's lap when they came on screen.
He shifted himself so his chest was pressed to Bakugou’s back, slinging his arm over and dragging his fingers up and down Kirishima's arm. His head was being held up by his other arm, bent at the elbow that was pressed onto the pillow.
“You going to bed?” He could tell Bakugou was going to bed, but he just wanted to ask to be sure. Just to make sure Bakugou was staying the night. He nodded his head, pressing himself further into Kirishima’s chest.
“Goodnight,” Kirishima whispered, moving his arm to wrap around Bakugou’s waist. He dropped his other arm and pushed it under his own pillow, holding himself up so he was comfortable. He figured Bakugou had fallen asleep already because he didn’t say goodnight back, but that was before there was a shifting in the mattress and warm hands touching each of his cheeks and soft lips catching his own, moving slowly and gently. It was over before Kirishima could even process that it was happening, and before he knew it Bakugou was whispering a soft goodnight against his lips and turning back around, pushing his back back up against Kirishima’s chest.
Needless to say, the blush never left Kirishima’s face that night, and sleep never did come to him.
That first kiss had caused a domino effect for the both of them because once it happened, they both never seemed to stop when they were alone. Whether it be sloppy makeout sessions on Kirishima’s bed, or good morning kisses, or goodnight kisses, or kisses when either of them left the room, they never seemed to stop. At this point, Bakugou was surprised that none of their friends had found out yet.
There were a few times when Kaminari had stormed into Kirishima’s room unannounced and Bakugou had to quickly remove himself from Kirishima’s lap, swinging his leg over quickly and leaning up against the wall, grabbing his phone next to him and pretending to scroll through Twitter. He had gotten the hang of covering up their make out sessions when he barged in, but Kirishima had stopped Kaminari multiple times to give him the lecture about the decency of knocking on the door before he comes in.
But the point is, they were always kissing. At first it was just Kirishima who couldn’t keep his hands off Bakugou, and then it was both of them who couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
And Bakugou had warmed up to dating Kirishima fairly quickly. Those first few weeks were supposed to be their “honeymoon phase” as Ashido and Uraraka like to refer to it as, but it was far from it.
The first few weeks of Bakugou and Kirishima dating could be referred to as the “dying stage.” But instead of the relationship dying, it was more like one of them was dying of old age because they seemed to act like they had been married for 60 years and Bakugou no longer gave a shit about anything.
But that dying stage was finally over after they shared that first kiss, and Kirishima had now upgraded to being able to kiss his boyfriend whenever they’re alone. He never took this for granted. Hence why their lips always seemed to be attached to each other when they were alone, no matter what was going on.
But it wasn’t for long that they were limited to stolen kisses when they were alone.
It happened on accident (possibly), and neither of them meant for the entire class to find out about their relationship like this. (well, Kirishima didn’t want it to happen like that. He wanted to tell the class properly, like a civil adult. Frankly, Bakugou didn’t give a shit how the class figured it out, or if they even figured it out at all.)
It was a peaceful Wednesday night, all of class 1-A sitting out in the common room having a tournament in Mario Kart. Besides Bakugou, of course, Kirishima figured he was asleep by now, the clock just hitting 11 PM. The current line up consisted of Kirishima, Sero, Tokoyami and Shoji and Kirishima was in the lead with Sero tailing him at number two.
He was determined to win, he knew he would. His hands moved around the controller quickly, drifting and shooting red shells back at Sero to get him off his ass. He did for the most part, but his place at number one quickly sunk down when Bakugou walked into the room.
Now it wasn’t just Bakugou walking into the common room that made him lose his claim of first place. He gave him a glance and a simple hello before getting straight back to the game, giving not even two seconds for his eyes to linger on his boyfriend before continuing to turn the corners of the course.
What made him lose in the end was when Bakugou walked up to him and grabbed his chin gently between his pointer finger and his thumb, tilting his head upwards and away from the TV screen. A sweet kiss on the lips from his boyfriend in front of everybody was all Kirishima needed to lose the game to his friends. It was quick and simple, just something to say hello like they always did. It was muscle memory, Kirishima instantly kissing him back.
But this was different from all of their sweet kisses when they were alone. They were in front of everybody, and they were all most likely staring at them. Bakugou didn’t seem to mind though, smirking while pulling away from Kirishima and walking around to the back of the couch, hopping over it like they do in shitty sitcoms to sit next to his boyfriend. Bakugou’s arm stayed sprawled out on the couch behind Kirishima’s head as the race came to a close, Kirishima finishing in 9th place due to his shock about Bakugou kissing him in front of everyone. Tokoyami ended up in first with Shoji tailing him in second, Sero finishing in 4th. (That only being because he sat there in shock for a good 10 seconds after seeing his friends who had been pining for each other for months on end finally get together. He would have gotten first under any other circumstances.)
Bakugou moved up closer to Kirishima’s ear and turned his head, smirking at his boyfriend. “Looks like ya lost, baby.”
Kirishima shivered at the nickname. “And whose fault is that?” He didn’t once look at Bakugou, but he could feel the stare go straight through his temple.
“Not mine, you get distracted too easily. I was just saying hello.” Bakugou shrugged his shoulders, stealing the controller from Kirishima’s hands.
“I’m playing next, who’s up in your stupid tornament?” He asked. The entire class stared at him wide eyed, but he didn’t mind it. A blush lingered on Kirishima’s face, and Bakugou would be lying if he said he didn’t want to see it there.
“Well, it’s me, Ashido and Todoroki who are racing next,” Kaminari said, stealing a controller from Shoji. “But if you’re gonna start giving Kirishima hello kisses when you walk into a room, I want some too,” he joked. Bakugou didn’t laugh, he only gave a grin that made Kaminari almost piss his pants at how terrifying it was.
“You want a hello kiss? I’ll give you one.” He stood up proudly and stomped over to Kaminari, grin never faltering from his face. “I’ll give you the best damn hello kiss you’ve ever seen. You ready?” Bakugou knelt down to his level on the floor where he sat and brought his hands up to either side of Kaminari’s face, rubbing his thumb back and forth on soft skin.
To say the least, everybody in the room was terrified about what was happening. But Kaminari held the record for most likely to shit his fucking pants at the sight of Bakugou Katsuki.
Still, he didn’t know why he expected Bakugou to actually kiss him, maybe it was the gentle touch to his cheeks or the scary grin that never left his face. But it was his fault for believing him. Because when he felt Bakugou’s hands heat up faster than anything, he didn’t have time to pull them away before explosions were being launched at his face and smoke filled the room.
Needless to say, Kaminari was glad recovery girl was working an extremely late shift at the nurses office tonight.