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Kirishima lead Bakugou back to his dorm after spending all of the morning decorating it for Bakugou’s birthday. He knew since this was their first birthday together as a couple that he needed to try hard to make sure Bakugou knew how much he meant to him. So despite the school year coming to an end, and exams quickly approaching, Kirishima put together a little something for Bakugou.
“I’ll tell you when!” Kirishima had his hands covering Bakugou’s eyes.
“You kicked me out for the whole morning, it better be good.” Bakugou blindly followed Kirishima.
“It’s your 18th birthday! Of course it’s gonna be great!” Kirishima made his way to the door, opening it with one hand before leading the two of them in. Once he got the door closed when they were both in, he removed his hands. “Okay…Open them now!”
Bakugou opened his eyes, and took in the surroundings. Kirishima had decked his whole room out in balloons and a banner that read “Happy 18th Birthday, Kats!” handmade by Kirishima, of course. It took Bakugou to bring any words out, he was just astounded by what Kirishima had put together in just a couple hours.
“Surprise!” Kirishima picked a confetti popper up off the desk, exploding it at Bakugou, getting the confetti in his hair. “D’ya like it?”
It took Bakugou a few more seconds for him to actually answer, then when he did, his eyes sparkled as they looked at Kirishima. “Like it? Hell no…” He walked up to him, and put his arms around Kirishima’s neck, bringing him in for a quick kiss. “I love it. Thank you.”
Kirishima’s face reddened as dark as his hair. “It’s really not that much… With exams coming up, I didn’t have time to do what I really wanted to..” His head slumped, resting on Bakugou’s chest.
“Well, next year I’m sure that you’ll blow me away with your original plan.” Bakugou lifted his boyfriends head by his chin to make an eye contact. “But for this year… It’s amazing.”
“Yeah..” Kirishima smiled. “Oh!” He then remembered something, walking away from Bakugou to get something out of the mini fridge in the room. It was a cake that he had made.
“Jeez, Ei you just keep surprising me today, huh?” He chuckled to himself as he walked up to the desk that Kirishima put it down on. The cake was homemade, the orange icing that covered it was a bit sloppy, but Bakugou could tell that Kirishima tried.
“Now I know what you’re thinking…” Kirishima cleared his throat, beginning to do an impression “ ‘Man, this cake looks like shit’. But I spent all night working on it! And personally I think it turned out well, all things considered.”
“No…I’m just thinking that I have the best boyfriend ever.” Bakugou looked up from the cake to look at Kirishima, the redhead immediately turning his head away in embarrassment the second the two made eye contact.
“You can’t just say that…” Kirishima mumbled under his breath, a fake pout on his face. Bakugou grabbed Kirishima by his waist and pulled him in. “I can’t say how much I appreciate my hardworking,” He quickly kissed him on his cheek, “talented,” Another kiss on his other cheek, “and amazing my boyfriend is?”
“Well, I mean it is an ego booster.” Kirishima joked, his mouth still in a pout. He looked up at Bakugou, and the both of them laughed at the same time.
Bakugou looked back down at the cake, then again at Kirishima, “So this thing is the reason we couldn’t cuddle last night? Unbelievable..”
“Yeah! So you better eat it all,” Kirishima furrowed his eyebrows before pulling away, heading back towards the cake.
“I don’t think I’d be allowed to bring a real knife into my room, so I just grabbed..” He pulled a plastic butter knife out of his pocket, “This.” He looked down at the cake again, “Not sure how well it’ll cut..” Kirishima then handed the knife over to Bakugou. “Here, it’s your birthday, you can cut the cake.”
Bakugou took the butter knife and walked back up to the cake. “I don’t wanna ruin this masterpiece,” He looked back at Kirishima with the same fake sad face that Kirishima had only seconds earlier.
“Just cut it,” Kirishima punched his shoulder playfully.
“Okayy…” Bakugou dragged out his word as he stuck the knife into the cake, “How big do you want your piece?”
“It doesn’t matter, just not too big-“ Kirishima stopped talking as he saw Bakugou cut off a piece the size of a quarter of the cake. “Or not..”
“I’m just cutting a piece so we can share,” He looked back, “That ok?
“Oh, yeah of course!” Kirishima smiled as he felt his cheeks redden.
“Where are…” Bakugou looked around the room, “Where are the plates?”
“Right!” Kirishima turned around and walked towards a plastic bag that was placed beside the bed, taking out the paper plates that he had bought in advance.
“You really prepared for this, huh?” Bakugou took a plate from the stack, putting the giant piece of cake on it. He dug around deeper in the bag to find the package of plastic forks as well, putting two on each side of the plate. “Shall we eat?”
“Y-yeah! Can we just eat on your bed? There’s no where else we can really eat..” Kirishima looked around the room, just to find one wooden chair, but nothing else to sit on.
“Mhm..” Bakugou agreed, sitting down on the bed, placing the cake between him and Kirishima.
“You take the first bite,” Kirishima motioned towards Bakugou, “It’s your birthday after all! Plus I wanna see your reaction.”
“Alright,” Bakugou picked up the fork and grabbed a decently sized piece and bit into it, Kirishima couldn’t really tell what the look on his face was intending since Bakugou was just scrunching his eyebrows as he chewed it slowly.
Kirishima sighed, “Just tell me you hate it.”
“It tastes… Interesting..” Bakugou swallowed the piece.
“Okay, that means it tastes like shit, got it.” Kirishima picked up his fork, beginning to try a piece for himself.
“No, I swear! I like it, it’s just got an unusual texture to it, that’s all!” Bakugou defended himself, “Here, I’ll take another piece!” He dug his fork back into the cake and grabbed an even bigger piece and put it all in his mouth, “Mmhm!” He said with his mouth full, “It’s really good!”
“You’re a jerk,” Kirishima said jokingly, getting a piece from the other side of the cake. When he took his bite, he nodded. “Yeah, it does kinda got an unusual taste to it..” He put his fork back on their shared plate, his head dropping. “Aw man, I’m sorry… I just wanted to do something nice and I messed it all up.”
“Hey!” Bakugou picked up his head, “You did do something nice, and I really appreciate it, they just… aren’t the greatest,” His smile was sincere.
“We can give the rest to the others if you want..” Kirishima looked at the remainder of the cake.
“No, no, I’m living up to your word - I’m gonna eat all of it.” He tilted his head, “Besides, why would I ever give those extras something you made me?”
Kirishima looked back over, again, his face flushed intensely. “You need to stop doing that kind of stuff, really..” He tried avoiding Bakugou’s gaze.
“Aw.. Are you embarrassed?” Bakugou tried looking into Kirishima’s eyes. After Kirishima kept dodging his eyes, he focused back on the cake. “Okay let’s just finish this piece and I can eat more later.”
Bakugou then picked up his fork again, Kirishima following behind shortly after, the two of them eating in a silence for a little while.
“Y’know…” Bakugou broke that silence, eating a piece of the cake. “This is really the best birthday I’ve had in a while…” He looked at Kirishima “Thank you.”
Kirishima swallowed the piece that was in his mouth before nodding, “I’m glad.”
Bakugou suddenly broke out into a laughter once he noticed the big piece of cake on Kirishima’s cheek. “You got a little something here,” He motioned the area on his face that Kirishima had the bit of cake.
“Hm?” Kirishima tried getting it off, but was rubbing the wrong side of his face.
“Let me just…” Bakugou leaned forward, licking the icing off of Kirishima’s cheek. Kirishima’s eyes widened making eye contact with Bakugou once he stopped licking the stripe on the side of his face. “Hm..” Bakugou licked his lips, “The cake suddenly tastes better when I eat it off you.” A smirk appeared on his face.
The next thing the two of them knew, they were making out, tongues intertwining as Bakugou hovered himself over Kirishima as he laid down on the bed. Bakugou pulled away suddenly, grabbing the plate off the bed and placing it on the desk beside his bed.
“Don’t want to spill that masterpiece all over the bed, now do we?” He said before combining his lips with Kirishima’s once again.
Bakugou brought his legs on either side of Kirishima, trapping him in place as they continued kissing. Kirishima’s arms had found themselves wrapped around Bakugou’s shoulders, pulling him in closer.
Bakugou crept his hand up Kirishima’s hips to under his shirt, letting his hands rest on Kirishima’s burning hot body. Kirishima could almost hear the beating of his heart like it was about to pump out of his chest at any second.
Before things could further continue, Kirishima pulled Bakugou away, a string of saliva connecting the two for a moment. Kirishima tried speaking, but was too out of breath for any words to actually come out. Bakugou removed his hands from under Kirishima’s shirt and rested them on the bed as he waited patiently, since he knew Kirishima was wanting to say something.
Kirishima didn’t know if it was because he was out of breath, or because he was so nervous to say what he wanted to say, but the words just didn’t come out. “I-“ He began saying before taking a deep breath in.
“You..?” Bakugou tried thinking of what the end of Kirishima’s sentence was, but nothing was coming to mind.
After another inhale, Kirishima continued to speak. “I love you.” He said in a single breath, keeping eye contact with Bakugou no matter how much he wanted to look away, afraid of the reaction Bakugou was going to give.
Bakugou smiled, his face relaxing before bringing one of his hands up to Kirishima’s cheek, rubbing it gently. “I love you, too.”
Kirishima gave a subtle smile before pulling him back into the kiss.