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It was dark in the common Room, when Kirishima woke up. He rubbed his eyes. Apparently he must have fallen asleep during or after the movie. And... what was that weight on his body? He looked down and saw ash-blonde hair. Bakugou was still asleep, head on Kirishimas chest, looking like the most peaceful being in the universe.
The redhead smiled, softly stroking his best friends naturally spiky hair. There it was again, this warmth in his heart, the glowing in his stomach whenever he was around Bakugou. But what if Bakugou blasts him to hell if he tells him about the butterflies and dizzy spells, all the affection and closeness he feels? ' Kirishima has some kind of Connection to Bakugou no one else has.
Stubborn Blasty Boy listens to him, even considers him a powerful ally and worthy sparring opponent...
A quiet shuffling in the corner of the room snapped Kirishima out of his thoughts, and he instinctively wrapped his arm around his sleeping bro, ready to protect him, hardening his other arm. “Calm down, Kirishima, it's just me,” a familiar voice muttered. “Mr. Aizawa? What are you doing here? Is everything alright?” Kirishima was a bit puzzled about his teacher appearing out of nowhere, but he immediately relaxed, changing his rockhard arm back to normal.
“Just night patrol”, Aizawa answerd in a flat tone, but Kirishima saw the exhaustion and tiredness clouding the teachers eyes. “When I couldn't sleep well as a child, my mother treated me to some hot green tea with lavender. Might help with night patrols,” Kirishima suggested carefully, he didn't want to offend his teacher.
After a silent moment, Aizawa simply said “Thank you, might try it sometime soon.”
The raven haired man took a step, just about to leave, but was held back by Kirishima asking him:”Mr. Aizawa, can you give me some advice? If possible... it's complicated, but I don't want to distract you from your... ummm... patrol duties.” Kirishima heard his home room teacher sigh, then saw him sitting down on another sofa.“What's the matter, Kirishima?” The redhead suddenly became very self-concious and flustered. After all, he was lying there on that sofa, entangled with is best friend, and he realized how awkward this must have looked for the insomniac erasure hero.
In a quiet voice, cautious to not wake up Bakugou, he started explaining his case. “You know, there is this guy I very much like, but I don't know if he likes me back. I don't even know if he likes guys that way. And knowing him, he either shrugs me off or sends me to hell, I don't know. I often can't read him, what's going on in his mind, he is such a riddle. How should I tell him? Should I tell him at all or keep quiet?
And then there is my friends and family. They don't know I fancy boys. And they don't get him. He never half- asses stuff, and despite his hostile demeanour, he is very caring and protective, he just has a hard time showing this. What if they reject him?”
“And would this 'friend' of yours happen to be lying on your chest right now?,” Aizawa observed, it wasn't even really a question. Kirishima nodded slowly, wary of what will come next, while gingerly running his fingers through Bakugous hair. He was surprised when the usually so distant Aizawa gave him a warm smile.
The pro hero couldn't help but think of how the dynamic between the reserved, distant Bakugou and the sunny, outgoing Kirishima reminded him of his bond he shared with Present Mic. Hizashi always talked him into hanging out with classmates, reminding him about the importance of friendships, while Shouta just accepted his fate and tagged along. Only that he himself wasn't that loud and impulsive like young Bakugou.
“Bakugou seems to trust you, Kirishima. He is still a loud, explosive character, and I think that's just the way he is, but he apparently is able to let down his guard around you. I see Bakugou as a very private person, careful who he gives his trust to. If you tell him, even if he doesn't recipocrates your feelings for him, he will respect you and keep that conversation for himself. And if he recipocrates it, well, then you have to figure it out together. Maybe he will need some time to come around, maybe he even initially sends you away. In that case, give him some space, but remain approachable. No matter how it goes, Bakugou is a faithful and reliable friend.”
Kirishima took a moment to process Aizawas Words, then giving him his signature shark-toothed smile. “I see. Thank you for listening.” “No Problem, that's part of being a teacher. I should get going though, and you should get some sleep, tomorrow will be some exhausting quirk training.” Aizawa stated, and disappeared into the shadows of the night.
Kirishima noticed he was much calmer now, reassured and encouraged by the words of his homeroom teacher. What he said were things he essentially knew, but his anxiety was standing in his way... again. Kirishima sighed. “Plus Ultra... I guess” he muttered to himself.
Then he felt Bakugou, shifting and moving, until he heard a muffled: “What the - Where am I? And why-” Kirishima affectionately ruffled Blasty's hair, telling him that they must have fallen asleep at the movie – night.
“Oi, Shitty Hair, why didn't you just wake me up?” Bakugou demanded to know.
“Well, you know, I didn't want to disturb you, and then I fell asleep, too.” “Hmm. Well, let's go to bed then, Eiji.” Katsuki intended to get up as Eijirou held him back, gently taking his friends hand.
“I have to tell you something important, Katsuki.” The ash – blonde guy raised an eyebrow, but didn't try to shake off Eijirous hand.
”And what would be this urgent that you're can't wait until tomorrow, hm?”
Kirishima took a deep, somewhat shaky breath. “This is it”, he thought, as he nervously started to speak. “Katsuki... We always stick together, you and I. At the USJ incident, the cavalry battle, at Kamino Ward. We always look out for each other. And you're always there for me, motivating me to grow beyond my limits, kick my ass or accept me dragging you along to activities. And our hour long talks after school or the silent hangouts in one of our rooms... What I am trying to say, Katsuki, is... I like you. Like actually like you.” His palms were sweaty, as he shyly dared to look at his favourite human.
Katsuki was frozen in place, forehead frowned as he assimilated the words he just heard.
After some minutes of absolute silence he simply brought out: “Fuck. Well, if you ever complain, you have brought this on yourself, Eijirou. You're stuck with me now, I guess.” “Does that mean... you like me, too?” “Use your brain, Shitty Hair.”
A beam of joy spread across Eijirous face. “You've got an incredibly beautiful smile, Eiji, you know that?” Katsuki mumbled, taking in every facial feature of the spiky redhead, while tracing them softly with his fingertips. Eijirou shuddered, and leaned his forehead against Katsukis.
He cupped his friends cheek, gently caressing the soft skin with his thumb. As Kirishimas gaze met Katsukis eyes, they both smiled, an eternal moment of trust, slowly getting closer to eachother.
“I like you, too, Kirishima Eijirou”, Katsuki whispered, before their lips met for a tender, yet intense first kiss, craving eachothers affection.