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Katsuki knows, in theory, that Kirishima is kind of a touchy guy.
He’s seen the way he acts around everyone. He’s always broad grins and throwing his arm around people’s shoulders and ruffling hair. Katsuki walks into the common room and he’s got his head in fucking Pinkie’s lap. Sparky-bitch clings to Kirishima like a leach, yanks his ears and yells at him while Kirishima just laughs. Always so easy going. It’s crazy.
He rests a warm hand on Soy fucker’s shoulders as he (terribly) explains a particular sparring maneuver he invented three minutes ago. He did it out of luck and didn’t even manage it again. Soy sauce doesn’t have the lower body strength for that leap shit. He bumps fists with goddamn Deku. He’s so annoying. He’s so fucking stupidly perfect when he laughs.
And he’s felt it himself, too.
So he’s affectionate. Katsuki knows, then. He knows Kirishima is touchy.
And he likes it, to be honest. He likes that Kirishima is just as touchy with him , he isn’t daunted, pushes his limits. But he’s still careful, toeing the line. Katsuki likes it.
And he’s been balancing on this thin knife, performing an act on a tightrope while Katsuki watches down below. It feels like a fucking performance. As if he’s trying to prove himself.
Katsuki doesn’t get what or why, so he ignores it.
It is a very respectable decision.
Fuck you.
But yeah. Yes, fuck it, he knows Kirishima is affectionate. He knows him like the back of his palm, almost. Kinda. He’s probably nearly there, goddamn it. It’s been three years.
But somehow Katsuki is still frozen in shock when he wakes up in the morning after a late night studying, in his bed with a warm, heavy body draped over his chest and a nose digging into his neck.
‘What the fuck,’ he mouths at the ceiling, which he thinks is an accurate summary of how how he’s feeling, currently.
His cheeks are burning, so are his eyes, Kirishima opened the fucking goddamn curtains last night, and the AC unit is off, so his shirt is sticking to him with sweat and Kirishima is doing these little humming, soft and steady snores .
He’s just fucking snoring.
This pisses him off and also is really so—it’s fucking cute, and—
Katsuki explodes.
Eijirou is beyond apologetic.
‘I’m soooo sorry, man,’ he moans, ‘I’m so sorry, honest, I should’ve gone back, dude, but I fuckin’ conked out, fuck, I was probably totally squishing you, I feel so bad—’
‘You weren’t squishing shit!’ Bakugo barks around his electric toothbrush, his shoulders tense. It comes out sounding more like ‘Oo wern skshshsn shh!’, kinda putting a damper on the effect.
‘No, but forreal,’ Eijirou says, for probably the fifth time, ‘I’m so sorry, man.’ He pulls on his shirt, and pops his head through the collar and adds, ‘I won’t do it again!’
Bakugo spits into the sink. ‘Fuck you,’ he says, and rinses out his mouth.
Eijirou watches the reddened state of his mouth and the water leaking down onto his shirt longingly for a few, pathetic seconds, and then Sorry man, I’m so sorry’s his way out of the room.
It happens again.
Katsuki stares at the ceiling hollowly, silently praying.
O great quirk god, he prays. Come on. Just. Shut his ass up, please. Just get him out of my room.
He even said please, goddammit.
On the floor, where he’d shoved him pissedly, Kirishima is babbling. ‘—actual last time, alright, I’ll go to my own room, I’m so sorry, dude, I really am, I’ll buy you lunch, aw man, but I’m broke, but nevermind, I’ll borrow from Denki I’m really sorry—’ He just won’t fuckin’ stop.
He’s giving him a migraine.
So Katsuki explodes.
His room is explosion proof, by now. Thankfully. As are all his All Might posters, and the merch, and the figure he’d stolen from Deku when they were five that Katsuki pretends he doesn’t remember where he got.
‘What’d you do,’ Blondie asks excitedly.
‘I fell asl—’ Kirishima begins, and Katsuki punches him in the face.
‘Kirishima is one lucky bastard, in my own personal opinion,’ Hanta says. He scratches his stubbly chin. ‘Not ‘cause he and Bakugo are totally banging, hah, I feel sorry for him for that one, but he’s lucky ‘cause goddamn , that quirk comes in handy. Not with villains,’ he clarifies, ‘though, well, duh, that too. It was a smart choice, going for hero school with a fire-ass quirk like that. Or should I say a quirk that rocks that much? Anyways. Yeah, I mean for when Bakugo punches him. He does that a lot.’ he adds, grinning at the collage of memories. ‘It’s pretty funny.’
Aizawa is staring at him exhaustedly. His stubble is worse (better? He’ll have to ask Denki about his opinion on stubbled men) than Hanta’s. ‘OK,’ he says. ‘You win. Detention is over.’
Hanta whoops, and Shouto does a less energetic cheer next to him.
It just keeps fucking happening.
Bakugo storms away, out the common room while Eijirou chases him, shouting apologies.
‘What’s up with that,’ Kyouka says, amused.
Denki leans in, delighted to be the one who gets to spill the tea. ‘They’re totally banging!’
‘What!’ Midoriya says, looking dismayed. ‘Nooo, no, no, no, shit, this is bad! This is bad! Oh my god.. My bet was for a month later at least !’
Iida gives him a reproachful look. Midoriya flushes and ducks his head, mumbling on about cash and All Might and I’m So Sorry Tenya.
‘No, man, Kirishima literally told Sero who told Aizawa who complained to Mic who told me while I was in detention that he and Bakugo are sleeping together,’ Denki says.
Kyouka looks impressed. ‘Wow,’ she says. ‘Good for Bakugo.’
‘He also asked me for my opinion on guys with stubble,’ Denki adds. ‘I don’t know what he meant by that.’
‘Did you respond by telling him to ask you out?’ Kyouka says plainly.
Denki stammers, face pink, ‘Well, see, it’s—like, complicated, so like, well, not yet exactly—’
‘OK then I genuinely don’t give a fuck, Denki,’ she replies.
Bakugo slams his way back inside and locks the door. ‘Nobody fucking let that goddamn stupid bastard cunt inside!’ he bellows.
Denki is flushed and whining into a pillow.
Kyouka wonders if Momo is free to hang out.
Katsuki wakes up in the middle of the night from a creaking sound.
His window is open, and there’s a silhouette, broad and spikey headed and coming closer.
He sparks light up in his palm, heart pounding, flickering light across the figure and—
Kirishima blinks owlishly at him.
‘Bro,’ he complains. ‘You lockin’ the door was not cool. Lemme in the bed, I’m too tired to go to my room. It took me ages to scale the wall. And there’s probably a fist shaped hole in whoever rooms below you.’
Katsuki sags and buries his face in his hands. He’s so tired.
In the morning, Denki laughs in his face for five solid minutes.
Katsuki is too tired to strangle him the way he deserves.
[08:00 PM]
Katsuki orders, ‘Okay, now stay there.’
Behind the door, which is locked, bolted, boarded, and taped, (fuck you), Kirishima responds, ‘Alright, Bakugo!’ or something. It’s muffled, so he doesn’t fuckin’ know. It was probably an ‘Alright, Bakugo!’.
He kicks the door once, satisfied when it doesn’t even rattle, and then goes to his own room.
In the morning he wakes up cold, tired, and angry, after a fitful, shitty and sleepless night.
He glares into the bathroom mirror and a guy with a bedhead and eyebags ( eyebags! Fucking eyebags!) glares back.
He spits, and saliva leaks down his reflection.
In the doorway, Sero whistles. ‘Goddamn, Bakugo!’ he says. ‘Hubbie kicked you on the couch? Trouble in paradise or what, am I right?’
Katsuki explodes.
The bathroom mirror is broken, and he framed Soy face Sero for it.
He tells himself he feels like a winner. He feels tired, actually. Which is why the most embarrassing and humiliating thing ever happens.
He falls asleep in Quirk History, and wakes up with Kirishima snoring away, head leant on his shoulder, and as if that wasn’t enough—Mic sensei looking down at him.
Katsuki blinks.
Mic makes a weird, constipated face. Then he pats Katsuki’s head (??????) and says, ‘Go back to sleep, kid.’ He sounds kind of strangled.
Kirishima snores.
Katsuki explodes.
‘It’s a cycle,’ Hanta explains. ‘Event, climax, explosion. The sound of Kirishima saying ‘Woah, calm down, dude! What’s going on?’ after the smoke is gone. Every time. Like the water cycle. Or, uh—It’s one of those, whatchamacallit, um.’ He snaps his fingers, and Denki says, nose buried in Moby Dick , ‘Groundhog day.’
Why he’s reading that cockjoke of a novel, Hanta doesn’t know. He doesn’t claim to understand how this guy’s head works. It’d make things so much easier if he did.
‘No, not that, the other—’ He snaps his fingers again, and again, and frowns. ‘What was it?’
Next to him, Mina supplies helpfully, ‘History repeats itself.’
‘Wh—no!’ He glares at her. ‘What are you talking about, no! That’s a phrase that doesn’t connect at all with what I was saying!’
‘OK,’ she says, and goes back to doodling massive anime boobs on the desk.
At the back of the room, Shinsou says, ‘You said you’d make me a hero, not get me stuck after hours. I want my cash back.’
Shouto sighs, and ignores him.
'I didn’t break the mirror,’ Hanta is pleading, ‘I swear to god it wasn’t me, man, it was that crazy little blonde motherf—’
Aizawa slaps the table. ‘Detention over, everyone get out. Now. Or I’ll expel you.’
Hanta groans defeatedly.
It comes to a head eventually.
Kirishima is near tears, apologizing for what feels like the trillionth time. His hair is a knotted mess, his nose snotty, his eyes wide and beseeching. He looks beautiful, despite the ugly crying expression he’s making.
‘Don’t kill me!’ he begs.
Katsuki, sitting on the floor cross legged, sighs heavily. It’s been a long day. He hasn’t slept any of the nights they didn’t end up together. Yesterday he’d woken up on the floor outside Kirishima’s bedroom. What the fuck, even. He hasn’t been able to meditate in weeks.
He gives up. ‘Look, Kirishima, d’you wanna fucking move in, or something.’
Kirishima’s tears and snot vanish in literal seconds. ‘Hell yeah!’ he cheers. ‘I’d love that, man!’
It’s just so fucking beyond suspicous. It’s ridiculous. Katsuki has been certain he’s been planning this or something for days. There’s just no goddamn way he hasn’t. He’s as subtle as a brick.
But his plan must’ve also included Katsuki being too tired to yell when he loses, because Katsuki is too tired to yell even though he’s lost, fuckit all.
He inhales. Gets up and gets back into the bed, and Kirishima wraps his arm around Katsuki’s waist.
He’s snoring in seconds .
Katsuki is resigned, and buries his nose in his stupid knotted firetruck hair. It smells fucking amazing.
[07:00 AM]
New Unreads from (Dont Pick up 😡😡)
THIS IS KARMA FOR STEALING MY ALL MIGHT FIGURE KACCHAN
HE WILL SNORE EVERY DAY
EVERY NIGHT
EVERY SECOND AND HOUR
FOREVER
FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIVES
YOU WILL DIE TO THE SOUND OF EIJI-CHAN SNORING
F*CK YOU
Katsuki stares at the censor with outrage, because somehow it’s pissing him off more than the entire rest of it all and says, ‘Oh, red, I knew you couldn’t have planned this yourself. GET UP AND FACE MY RAGE, FUCKFACE—’