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It was four pm on a Sunday.
“You ready, shitty hair?” Bakugo calls from across the common room, slipping a coat on. Kirishima sprung up from the couch, waving an excuse to Kaminari like he didn’t already know he would be leaving. He grabbed his sweater from the coffee table and pulled it over his head, jogging to the kitchen and grabbing the various pieces of paper from the fridge, making sure he didn’t leave any behind. He checked the corner of the counter, lifting the paperweight and pocketing the small pile of money there.
“Coming-!” He shouted, knowing Bakugo would be a bit impatient by now. He’d lost track of time by a bit, normally he had this stuff together before Bakugo called him.
It was four pm on a Sunday.
That meant grocery shopping.
“Took you long enough,” Bakugo grumbles, slipping his phone into his pocket.
“Any last-minute requests?” Kirishima shouted, looking around the common room for any answers. Everyone either shook their head or didn’t answer, so he figured he was good to go. He turned back to Bakugo, giving a small nod before they stepped out the door.
Kirishima loved grocery shopping. It was normally empty by this time, so they got to roam the aisles without running into anyone. Bakugo kept the cart and would take a few lists, while Kirishima would run around and grab other lists, bringing heaping armfuls of bags and boxes back to the cart. The same girl would ring them up, to the point that Kirishima had even gotten her number (Kaminari had been completely convinced that the two were going to date, but that was prior to Kirishima coming out and before Mira told them she was very much ace and aro). It was Sunday, they went shopping, that’s just how it happened.
They walked to the store in relative silence, sharing a pair of earbuds between the two of them. Some song that Kirishima knew all the words to but not the name was playing, it was nice, peaceful, even.
They got to the store in a relatively quick time, nodding to each other, lists in hand, and heading off to opposite ends of the store. It was a race, of sorts, to see who got everything faster. Mina usually asked for a couple of snacks, but they were the same ones each time, so Kirishima knew where to get hers like the back of his hand. Tsuyu changed it up every couple of weeks, so that would add a couple of seconds to his time.
He was good to go.
In the end, he stumbled back to Bakugo, arms full of groceries, and dumped them in the cart while he was still trying to make it to the strawberries. Kirishima grinned while Bakugo rolled his eyes,
“Whatever, Shitty Hair.” But Kirishima could see the poorly hidden smirk on Bakugo’s face. They were walking towards the front of the store when Kirishima paused, sticking his hand out and stopping the cart.
“Stay here-” He said, taking off towards the back of the store. He could feel Bakugo’s questioning gaze on his back as he left.
He made it there in a fair amount of time, closing his eyes and thinking for a moment.
Four girls use tampons and two use pads- He took a moment to recall sizes before opening his eyes, hand darting out and grabbing boxes of each that were needed. He must look insane, grabbing six boxes of products, but he didn’t mind- the girls needed them one way or another.
As he walked back, he saw Bakugo, who was scrolling through his phone and pushing the cart back and forth. He looked up when he heard Kirishima’s footsteps and gave a tiny smirk, but it dropped when he saw what he was carrying.
Did he have a problem with it?
That wasn’t very manly.
“Sorry ‘bout that- should’ve grabbed ‘em on my rounds.” Bakugo gave a curt nod as he put everything into the cart, and they went towards the checkout.
When they got back to the dorms, Kirishima gave out the boxes as discreetly as he could, getting ‘thank you’s from each of the girls, an accompanied blush and shy smile from Jirou. This was only her second period, and Kirishima had helped her a bit through her first. He’d found her in the supply closet, trying to hold back tears while she tried to find pads. She’d nearly burst into tears when she saw him, but he just took her to his room and got a box that was for when someone ran out. She’d cried then, hugging him and thanking him over and over again. He’d washed her clothes for her and everything, told her to let him know if she needed anything.
That had been that.
The girls trusted him, he wasn’t exactly sure why, but they did. From pads to tampons, heating pads to Midol, to anything else that he could do to help, he was there.
-
Bakugo wouldn’t stop glaring.
Typically, he was more discreet about putting it in the cart, but why should he be? He just tossed the boxes in the cart like he did everything else, and every time, Bakugo scowled.
Kirishima would say that his bro was manly, but this wasn’t- it was like, really really unmanly of him.
He had to do something about it, but he didn’t even know what was wrong.
-
He didn’t have to ask.
They were reviewing notes for an upcoming test when Bakugo had clicked his tongue. He was obviously upset, but Kirishima didn’t know what to do. When Kirishima snuck a glance up, Bakugo was spacing out, staring at his drink. He was chewing on his lip, eyes glazed over.
“H-hey... Bakugo?” He whispered. The boy startled out of whatever he was thinking about, mumbling a few curse words and going back to his notes. Kirishima gently took the top of the notebook between his fingers, pulling it lightly away from him. “Take a break for a few minutes, man. What’s wrong?”
“’s nothing- ‘m fine.” He grumbled, blinking a few times. Kirishima was concerned now, what was bothering his bro?
“You know... that you can talk to me, right?” Bakugo nods,
“I know.” He pulled his notes back in front of him.
It was about ten minutes later, the next time he spoke.
“Why you?” He whispered after spacing out again.
“Hmm?”
“Why do the girls... why do they choose you?” Was this about some jealousy thing? Was there a girl that Bakugo was into? Did that girl like Kirishima instead? “I just- girls used to trust me with that... with period kind of stuff and... why not anymore?” Oh- this was about that.
Had Bakugo never been grossed out by it? Was he glaring because he’d been confused? Had he felt bad?
“I- I don’t know, man...” He admits, “I guess I seem... approachable? Not that you aren’t- I just mean...” Bakugo looked down at the ground,
“Yeah... I get it.” A few seconds ticked by. “’m fine, just overreacting. Just... drop it.” He whispered, going back to his work. He told Kirishima he was tired about five minutes later, but Kirishima knew it was a lie- he left anyway.
-
He asked Uraraka about it a few days later.
“Hey- can I ask you something?” She nodded, “Why do you guys ask me for period stuff?”
“You go shopping, and... well, you give off the whole vibe that you’re super okay with that kind of stuff.” Kirishima nods,
“Why never Bakugo?” She ponders it for a moment.
“You seem... safe.” She whispers finally. “It’s not that he doesn’t, but... at least for me, I don’t want to get yelled at by him while I’m on my period. I don’t mind when he yells other times, but... I don’t like people seeing me cry- I don’t want him to yell at me thinking it’s gross or something and then I cry in front of him.” Kirishima nods slowly.
So they just don’t know how Bakugo feels about it.
“Why? You decide not to get us the stuff anymore?” She joked, he laughed along with her.
“Nah- just wondering.”
-
It doesn’t get mentioned again between any of them for another two weeks.
Bakugo and Kirishima are sitting in the living room, watching some awful movie. It’s just boring, very, very boring. Kirishima is beyond relieved when Bakugo starts talking.
“In middle school, there was this girl who had cramps.” He started, “She’d have to go to the bathroom during class because they were so bad, but she’d just sneak out and sit in some empty classroom and lay there and sort of... not quite cry but... wallow, I guess.” Kirishima looked over at him, he was staring at the floor. “I found her one day and she got scared, thought I was going to rat on her to a teacher or something but... I don’t know. I sat next to her and used my hands like heating pads. She said it was the only thing that got rid of them.” He met Kirishima’s gaze. “She moved to another city, but I miss having someone trust me like that, being able to help with that kind of stuff.”
Kirishima wasn’t sure what to say.
He didn’t have to.
Behind Bakugo, a girl stuck her head around the corner.
“’s that true?” Her voice rang out. Bakugo jumped, a bit startled, and whipped his head around.
“Huh? Course it is!” He said. She winced,
“I just... I wanted to ask because I-” There was hesitance clear in her voice. “I have cramps right now, that’s all. They’re... worse than normal.” Kirishima watched as Bakugo looked at her for a few seconds before raising his hand, waving her over. He heard the small, relieved sigh that came from her.
Yaoyarozu sat down in front of Bakugo on the floor, unsure of what to do. She gave a small wave to Kirishima, who smiled in return.
“What do I..?” She let the sentence trail off. Bakugo spread his legs out, making room for her, and put his hands carefully over her waist, not yet touching.
“Let me know if I do something wrong... it’s... been a while.” He said. She nodded. He hesitantly took her waist, sliding her back, closer to him. He started with his hands over her shirt, letting his hands warm up, as if to let off an explosion but never quite setting it off. He watched as Kirishima looked through different channels, finally settling on a different movie. Glancing over, her eyes were closed, her face relaxed. He saw Bakugo lean forward in the slightest,
“’s this helping at all?” She nodded,
“’s perfect.” She whispered back.
An hour and sometime later, they’d finished the movie, and Yaoyarozu was waving her goodbyes, thanking Bakugo profusely. The second she was gone, Bakugo broke out into a beam, looking at Kirishima for the first time with unabashed happiness.
“Did you see that, Kirishima?” His breath hitched at his first name, “She- she trusted me and let me-” He broke off into a giggle-type laugh. Kirishima smiled back at him,
“You did really good, Bakugo.” Bakugo’s eyes light up at the tiny praise, and he walks up to Kirishima, sitting next to him on the couch and sort of leaning towards him, not quite touching, but nearly.
“Thanks.” He murmurs, looking up at him through thick eyelashes. His smile becomes softer, less bright, and more gentle, and the sparkle in his eyes tones down, more reserves, and Kirishima knows it’s silly to hope that it’s for him.
-
Later that night, Kirishima’s phone goes off- a text message in the group chat with the girls.
Momo: If you guys have cramps or anything like that, ask Bakugo
He goes to sleep smiling.
-
From then on, it wasn’t uncommon to hear a knock on Bakugo’s door late at night, muffled voices asking for ‘just five minutes,’ but Kirishima would inevitably see them leaving in the morning. Studying in Bakugo’s room, he smiled softly at the extra mattress under his bed- of course, he’d be a gentleman about it.
But Kirishima was curious.
What did his hands do?
Mina had explained to him that it was the most magical thing that she’d ever felt. It made her stomach tingle and it felt like sparks danced on her skin, all in comforting warmth. Now, Kirishima just... couldn’t stop looking at Bakugo’s hands.
Like now.
“Shitty hair- are you paying attention?” He asked, poking the back of his hand with the eraser of his pencil. Kirishima shook his head, as if it’d shake off his thoughts.
“S-sorry-”
“That’s the third time in the past twenty minutes- what’s up?” Bakugo said, putting his things down. Kirishima pushed his fingertips together over and over again, pulling at them as his knuckles cracked. How did he say it? Should he brush it off? Would Bakugo let him brush it off? “Kirishima,” His voice softened, his hand reaching out and over Kirishima’s. “You don’t have to tell me, you know. We can take a break from studying, hang out, and whatever. We have time until the test, and we’ve already done a lot today.” It was odd. Since Bakugo had started helping the girls, he was... kinder. He still had his same passion, but he was better at picking up when the people around him weren’t okay, and he knew what to say to help them.
“I keep thinking about how you help the girls.” Kirishima admits, “It makes me really, really happy and- and I keep wondering what your hands feel like.” He looks down at the floor, and the room is quiet. Kirishima can feel it constricting his chest.
“C’mere.” Bakugo said, clicking his tongue and standing up. Kirishima watches as he turns off his room light, instead, turning on a dim lamp. He sits down on the edge of his bed, “C’mon, dumbass.” He murmurs. Kirishima walks across the room, nerves still filling him. Bakugo is laying down, back pressed against the wall, and patting the spot in front of him. Kirishima lays down hesitantly, and Bakugo’s hands are taking his waist and rolling him over so that his back was pressed into his chest. He’s staring at the open room, heat radiating off of Bakugo behind him. “Tell me if ‘s too much.” He whispers before putting an arm around Kirishima, hand finding his lower belly under his shirt.
His eyes flutter closed at the contact, his hand warm and touching all the right spots along his abdomen. It sends shivers up and down his spine. When the first few minuscule explosions went off, Kirishima hummed his pleasure, melting into Bakugo’s chest. He couldn’t imagine how good this would feel if he had cramps, heat must help them so much, plus the added contact.
Bakugo’s thumb rubbed up and down his abs, pressing softly and rubbing circles in different places. His legs lifted up, pressing up against Kirishima’s, and he parted his legs just enough to let Bakugo put one of his in between Kirishima’s. His thighs must’ve been resting together, creating even more heat, because the inside was like fire against Kirishima’s own thigh. He tilted his head back against Bakugo’s shoulder, looking at him through lidded eyes.
“’s good?” Kirishima tried to respond, but it only came out as something like a purr that had Bakugo blushing. Kirishima put his hand over Bakugo’s, pulling it back for just a second as he turned around. He was facing Bakugo now, reaching back and wrapping his arm back around him. Bakugo seemed to understand what was going on, because he put his hand on Kirishima’s bare back, hand tucked safely under his shirt, and rubbed circles everywhere he could find. He started working at a knot in his shoulder that had Kirishima arching up into his body. He knew his lips were parted, that noises were falling from them, but he didn’t care. This felt unbelievably good, Bakugo should know that.
“’m glad you told me what was wrong, Shitty hair.” He whispered. Kirishima put his head on his chest, heartbeat thrumming quickly against his ear. “Y’know, pretty manly of you.” He smiled against him.
“Your hands are like heaven,” Kirishima murmured. As if on cue, his hands found another tense spot, working at it with ease. Kirishima wrapped his arms around Bakugo’s small torso, pushing a leg in between his. “’s it okay if I stay? ‘s late anyway.” He held back a yawn.
“Yeah, sure thing.” He whispered.
They stayed like that, hands roaming each other's bodies innocently, for what must’ve been at least half an hour. Kirishima started feeling really drowsy, balancing somewhere between sleep and awake.
He tiredly grabbed at Bakugo’s shirt when he tried to go, whining.
“Don’t use the mattress.” He whispered. He could feel Bakugo debating.
“Alright.” When he laid back down, Kirishima leaned up close to him and kissed his cheek, another was softly pressed to his temple.
-
When Uraraka walked into Bakugo’s bedroom, sweets in hand as a thank you, and saw the two boys curled up on Bakugo’s bed, she couldn’t help but smile and leave the bag by the door.