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Kirishima blinked wearily as his eyes adjusted to the dark bedroom. He wasn’t sure what had woken him up, but before he had time to ponder, his stomach growled. With a slight sputter, he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed and slid his feet into his slippers.
He hadn't ever bothered to turn on a light as he made his way to the door with eyes practically still closed. In his haze, he stumbled into it before gently prying it open and groggily making his way down the hallway and towards the kitchen. It was only when he reached it that he realized the light was already on.
The warm light wasn’t harsh, but in his barely-conscious stupor, Kirishima found himself blinking repeatedly as he tried to adjust. His husband, who was sitting on the kitchen counter eating spicy chips, noticed him standing there in his dumbstruck state. Bakugou chuckled.
“Wh’t’re you doin’ out here…” Kirishima slurred sleepily. He hadn’t even noticed Bakugou wasn’t in bed when he’d gotten up. Then again, he had narrowly avoided running into at least 5 things on his way to the kitchen, so he probably wasn’t in his most aware state.
“Got hungry. Couldn’t sleep,” Bakugou said with a shake of the chip bag. Kirishima hummed in response as he leaned against the doorway.
“Me too…”
But he wasn’t really in the mood for super-spicy, taste-bud-destroying chips at 2AM. To each their own, he thought. He opened the fridge and perused around, until his eyes fell on a little leftover slice of the strawberry cake that he had insisted on getting at the store for a fun treat.
“Now we’re talkin’!” he exclaimed quietly as he grabbed the slice and a fork.
“C’mere.”
Bakugou patted the counter space to the left of him as Kirishima closed the fridge. Kirishima put his plate down for a moment and hopped up, leaning into Bakugou’s side as he took a bite.
“Phso, how come you coulfpn’t thleep, man?” Kirishima asked right after taking said bite.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Bakugou teased, and gently thumped the back of his husband’s head with the chip bag as the latter laughed.
“But, eh. Just couldn’t. It happens,” He seemed pretty indifferent, so Kirishima just hummed again.
“What about you?” Bakugou’s tone was slightly concerned, and Kirishima swallowed and looked at him. They both had a somewhat troublesome time sleeping, sometimes. Kirishima just smiled in response.
“Honestly, I just think I was hungry.”
He flashed a toothy grin and leaned in, making a point of taking another bite of cake. Bakugou smiled fondly in response, and they sat in comfortable silence for a moment. The look in both their eyes was just as warm as the soft lighting of the kitchen.
“This is fun,” Kirishima chirped, “It’s like a sleepover.” Bakugou snorted and ruffled his husband’s hair.
“We are literally married and living in the same house and sleeping in the same bed every night, you idiot.”
Kirishima just laughed loudly, and it rang through the kitchen.
“I know. Doesn’t mean it can’t be a sleepover.”
With a roll of his eyes and a smirk, Bakugou gave in. “Fine, fine,” he said, “It’s a sleepover.”
“Sick!”
Kirishima looked down at his plate, and saw that there were only a couple bites left of his cake.
“Do you want some?” he asked, holding his fork out to Bakugou.
“Sure,” Bakugou said, and took the fork. “We still could have just made a fucking cake, though. Didn’t have to buy one.”
Kirishima just smiled as Bakugou ate the piece anyway. Along with liking spicy foods, Bakugou surprisingly also had a sweet tooth. Bakugou handed his fork back, and Kirishima ate the last bite.
“Sorry for only sharing one bite,” Kirishima said as he hopped off the counter and moved towards the sink to put down the plate. “It was just, uh. Really good.”
“It’s fine,” Bakugou said as he crinkled the chip back back up. “I ate a lot of chips anyway.”
They both turned again to face each other at the same time.
“I could still make a better cake, though,” Bakugou insisted again, “It’d be the best fucking cake you’d ever had.” he said, jabbing Kirishima’s chest, inciting a giggle.
“I know, I know! The one from the store was just right there, y’know? Okay. How about this, we can just bake one tomorrow?”
Bakugou pondered for a moment. “Fine by me,” he concluded, grabbing his husband’s hands. “More midnight snacks for you, then.”
Kirishima laughed again. “Shut up, dude, you know you’ll do the same thing.”
Bakugou paused mid-movement. “Don’t fucking call me ‘dude’ when I’m about to kiss your knuckles, babe,” he sneered.
With another laugh, Kirishima leaned forward. “Why not, bro? Dude? Buddy? My man? My main man? My-” It was then that Bakugou continued what he was doing and began kissing each of Kirishima’s knuckles. Kirishima short-circuited.
“You were saying?” Bakugou glowered, with no actual malice.
“Well,” Kirishima stuttered, “I was actually gonna say ‘my love’ next, but-”
“HAH!” Bakugou cut him off with a genuine laugh, leaning in the rest of the distance and resting his forehead on Kirishima’s.
“Whatever is fine,” Bakugou said. Kirishima stuck his tongue out of his teeth with a smile.
“Sure, hon.”
They stood there for another moment, eyes closed, foreheads touching, listening to each other’s breathing.
“Feeling tired?” Bakugou asked after a few minutes.
“Yeah. A lot, actually.” Kirishima said as he slid his arms up around Bakugou’s shoulders, leaning into him.
“Woah, there, dumbass. Don’t fall asleep on me,” he said, putting a hand on Kirishima’s waist to keep him upright.
“Come on, Ei.” Bakugou pulled away and put one hand in Kirishima’s, turning the kitchen light off and guiding him back down the hall to their room. Kirishima didn’t run into anything this time.