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The stars were pretty tonight. The breeze was nice. It helped cool down such a hot day, though the car hood did not help with that at all. Bakugou glanced over at Kirishima, suddenly entranced by the boy beside him. His eyes were closed, face tilted up, a small smile gracing his lips. The light of the moon reflected off the car’s hood and bathed Kirishima in blue. Bakugou stared at him in a daze. Breathtaking.
Fuck, he was becoming a sap.
This tradition began late first year, when Bakugou had gotten too riled up at a party Class 1A was throwing. Bakugou doesn’t remember anything except getting overwhelmed, snapping, and then Kirishima’s hand gripping his wrist as he dragged him to his car. Then a long, long drive until they were about thirty minutes outside of the city, in an abandoned parking lot. There was an old baseball field long overrun with weeds, a few picnic benches, corn fields as far as the eye could see, and a perfect view of the stars.
Kirishima hadn’t killed the engine, simply turned up the radio, opened the doors and got on the hood, motioning Bakugou along. They laid back, not saying anything, simply listening to the music. They stayed there for a while, before finally Kirishima sat up, saying “it’s getting late” as the two got back in the car and drove home.
That was the calmest Bakugou felt in a while, and he told Kirishima as much on another one of his bad nights. Bakugou had been spilling all his secrets to his crush anyway, so why not admit how much he longed to go back there.
Luckily, Kirishima remembered the address, and they began a bi-weekly tradition of de-stressing. One that quickly became something both looked forward to.
Now, gazing far too openly at the fucking perfect boy beside him, Bakugou let the whole mood- the entirety of his feelings (ugh, feelings. Still didn’t like those) wash over him. And fuck, he felt a lot for this boy.
Slowly, the love song on the radio trickled into Bakugou’s conscience.
I wish you could see yourself through my eyes
I always forget that you can't read my mind
As long as I got you and me
Moving through this world as a two-man team
I'll always have everything I need
You don't even realise what you mean
No one could fall for you quite like me
No one could get me so perfectly
You don't even realise (Oh-oh-oh)
You’re all that I need
’Cause I want you and me, you and me
Fuck, that summed everything up nicely.
~~~~~
Kirishima let the song flow through him, wondering how a song could so perfectly encapsulate his love and longing for Bakugou. It was the end of their second year, and already these feelings had seen the point of return, screamed, and immediately blew far, far past it. His eyes were closed, the hood flat against his back, and he could practically feel the heat emanating from the boy beside him. Fuck, he had gotten good at hiding it all, but with the song and the atmosphere, Kirishima knew that a glance at Bakugou would have him spilling secrets he would love to keep forever.
This song, though. It’s perfect. All Kirishima wants is Bakugou and him. A “two man team” through it all. A partner, even. A hero partner and a partner in life. Fuck, Kirishima got giddy just thinking about it. It wouldn’t happen though. Bakugou was set to become number one, and nothing could stand in his way. Kirishima wouldn’t want to stand in Bakugou’s way. But, crap, if only he could be allowed to support him through everything.
As the song came to a close, Kirishima finally opened his eyes. Sighing, he got off the car. “We should head back.”
As Bakugou wordlessly agreed, Kirishima couldn’t help but feel a pang that he would never experience these potentially romantic nights in their full glory. Well, at least he had a new favorite song out of it.
~~~~~
Ok, Bakugou was pissed. The dumb song was following him everywhere! Every time he turned on the radio it was playing. It got stuck in his head, and the steady mantra of “you and me, you and me” was taunting him. Fuck! He got it already! He would never have that with Kirishima! Now, would it just SHUT UP?!
“Bakugou?”
“Fuck off, Dunce Face.”
“But…”
“Pikachu…”
“Bakugou, you’re banging your head against the cabinet. Looks painful.”
Bakugou growled, “You think I don’t fucking know that?! Leave me the fuck alone!!”
The Idiot chuckled, “whatever you say Bakubro.” Bakugou barely missed when he swiped at him, the lucky fucker.
~~~~~
Kirishima danced around in his room, lip syncing the words to his new Manly Favorite Song™. He had memorized it after the third repeat, and by the sixth he had dubbed it “their song”. “Their” meaning Bakugou and him, although the former didn’t know about it, of course.
The lyrics got him every time. It was helpful to be able to express his feelings in this way. It helped him get it out so Bakugou didn’t see it. Well, it also magnified the feelings, and in the beginning he only listened to it once a week when he went to be tutored by Bakugou. You know, calm himself down before he had to deal with everything. Now, however, he had to listen to it multiple times a day. Whoops.
One would think he would get tired of the song. But no, a dubbed, Manly Favorite Song™ was one that was proven to never be overdone. That’s why it was a Manly Favorite instead of just Favorite. There’s a difference.
He would probably have to address his feelings. You know, the… well, he would say “elephant in the room”, but it’s so much bigger than an elephant. Monster in the closet? Godzilla hidden around the next building? Something like that. But, for now, he just swayed along to the beat, drowning in love.
~~~~~
They were at the abandoned parking lot again. And it had been peaceful. Calm. Relaxing, even.
Bakugou was acting peaceful, calm and relaxed. Something not often said.
That was, until the god-forsaken song came on again. Bakugou almost screamed.
But, one glance at Kirishima’s face- Kirishima, who looked so happy and beautiful- and he couldn’t ruin the moment for him. In fact, he decided to do him one better. Bakugou had heard the song enough times to know the lyrics. It wasn’t unusual for one of them to start singing on these excursions(mostly Kirishima, though Bakugou sometimes joined), so Bakugou began to sing softly. Barely audible. Kirishima would hopefully light up when he realized Bakugou knew a song Kirishima was so obviously enthralled by.
What Bakugou didn’t expect, however, was for Kirishima to start singing, too. At the same exact time. With him.
Bakugou looked at Kirishima, shocked. “You know this song?”
“Haha,” Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck shyly, “Yea, ever since we heard it together. I sort of memorized it.”
Bakugou just stared for a second, before breathing out, “Me too.”
Kirishima turned on his side to look at him now, no longer staring at the stars, but the stars were shining on him, turning him ethereal. Bakugou only caught the next words because he “just so happened” to be looking at his lips, “Why do you know this song?”
He shouldn’t answer. The atmosphere was too perfect. He was too perfect. Bakugou was too relaxed, and if he answered that, he would end up revealing more than he should.
His mouth, however, did not seem to hear the scream for retreat his brain was signaling because he ended up replying, “Cause I relate to it.” Fucking idiot.
Kirishima’s eyes became wide, and Bakugou couldn’t stand the unidentifiable intensity in them, so he turned back to the stars. Nice star. Beautiful stars. They got nothing on the sun though…
“Me too,” Bakugou started at Kirishima’s reply, but Kirishima went on, “I feel like I could be the one singing it.”
Bakugou breathed out a sigh at the admission, “Yeah…” They let silence return. The tranquility should have been comforting, despite the car’s hood turning slightly uncomfortable underneath him, but Bakugou’s mind was racing. Kirishima felt like that? For who? Dear God, let it be me.
Ever the brave one, Kirishima broke the silence again, “Hey Bakugou?”
Bakugou glanced over at him, only to be instantly trapped by his gaze. Fuck, he was gorgeous. And, he was getting closer? Was it just him or were they a lot closer now? Fuck, his eyes were beautiful, and the look in them? Indescribable. Oh, he hadn’t responded. Bakugou cleared his throat slightly before he voiced a way-too-soft, “Yeah?”
“Who is it?” Kirishima whispered into the space between them. The closeness seemed to demand little disturbance. “Who do you sing this for?”
Fuck. Reality suddenly hit Bakugou like a truck.
Bakugou sat up, rubbing a hand down his face before murmuring, “Isn’t it obvious?”
A choked noise came from behind him. “Katsuki…” Kirishima whimpered; a plea. Bakugou couldn’t not turn around, and, when he did, he saw that Kirishima had shifted onto his back, his wrist now covering his eyes. He looked like he was experiencing a pain, a desperation, that Bakugou was too intimate with.
Bakugou once again couldn’t stop himself, whispering, “You. It’s always been you.”
He watched Kirishima freeze, then a flurry of motion he didn’t understand before strong arms were wrapped around his waist, a cold nose pushed into his neck.
“Me too,” Kirishima breathed, “It’s you. Always been you. Fuck, Kats, it’s you.”
Euphoria flooded Bakugou’s veins and he couldn’t stop his grin as he nudged Kirishima with his shoulder, prompting him to look up, disgruntled. Bakugou frowned right back.
“Come.” He motioned Kirishima around himself.
“Wha…?” Kirishima’s brow crinkled. Cute.
Bakugou pouted, “At least let me hug you back properly.”
Krishima’s face exploded with joy, and he giggled as he moved to straddle Bakugou, his face finding its home again in his neck as Bakugou’s arms wrapped around his waist. The thin metal of the hood bent slightly under their weight, but they didn’t notice. All that mattered was them, the peace of knowing, the joy of loving, and the quiet songs still wafting through the radio.
They stayed like that, simply holding each other, until Kirishima broke the silence once again, “I love you. Fuck, I love you so much, Katsuki.”
Bakugou found himself grinning again. “I love you too, Eijirou.” He let himself brush a gentle kiss to the shell of Kirishima’s ear, ignoring the conscience that yelled at him for being soft. Fuck that, they might as well get used to it. It was out of Bakugou's control at this point.
Kirishima squeeze Bakugou tighter before pulling back slightly, and fuck, he looked so happy. Kirishima should always be this happy. He was radiant like this, and in that moment Bakugou swore to fuck up anything or anyone that made his light dim.
They shared small smiles before Kirishima dipped his head to kiss him, moonlight bathing the two.
Fuck, it felt so right. It was indescribable, so soft, and good, and all things peaceful. Bakugou never wanted to leave this moment.
When they pulled back, they still stayed close, foreheads pressed together while they caught their breath.
Kirishima grinned with his whole face, his forehead wrinkling against Bakugou’s as he whispered into the space between them.
“You and me?”
“Yeah,” Bakugou breathed, “You and me.”