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Just because Kirishima is going out with Katsuki Bakugou doesn't mean he knows how he did it, okay?
But he did, and now they're going strong!
Well, as strong as they can for a day-long relationship.
Kirishima wakes up just for his mind to immediately re-cap the events of last night.
Yesterday was the first day of their second year, after school they had just been hanging out in Bakugou's room and by the time the movie ended, Bakugou just randomly up and confessed like it was the most casual thing ever! Then, when he confirmed that they were officially dating, he kicked him out because he has a strict principle to be in bed by 8:30 and having a boyfriend doesn't mean I'm gonna mess up my damn sleep schedule, Kirishima. Shoo.
Kirishima had barely even got to wrap his head around the development of their relationship before Bakugou had all but told him to get lost!
Now, last night is the first thing Kirishima thinks of as he gets up this morning, and by the time he's ready for school he thinks his cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
He opens his door to find Bakugou standing in the corridor, who immediately jerks his hand out of his pocket like a bugged NPC. Kirishima blinks at him. Bakugou raises his eyebrows expectantly and jolts his palm towards him again, Kirishima blinks once more.
"Fine, whatever." He huffs, cheeks puffed as buries his hand back in his trouser pocket.
Kirishima's expression falls, dumb-founded. "You want to hold hands?"
Bakugou sends him a sour glare, there's an almost challenging glint in his eyes. "Did you think I was gonna half-ass this shit?"
Kirishima subconsciously palms the back of his neck, "No, it's just- We didn't talk about if we want people to know, or.."
His face screws up in an emotion Kirishima surprisingly can't read. "Why the hell does it matter?"
Kirishima is hyper-aware of his hands hanging at his sides as they walk to the elevator. "I mean, we're both guys.. y'know? - And you're kinda under the limelight, dude."
There are dozens of articles about UA's explosive hero-student Katsuki Bakugou and his winnings in villain encounters during his internships. Although the focus of attacks is noticeably more aimed at the new first-years nowadays, it's still not rare for a villain or two to target Bakugou during parole. The hero industry in Japan is very aware of Katsuki Bakugou, and knowing he's in a gay relationship wouldn't exactly be taken as boring run-of-the-day news.
Kirishima had considered this in a very far length as soon as he realised he liked him.
Bakugou doesn't seem to have thought through anything like that, humming in consideration.
"So, what? You think we should keep it a secret or some shit?" He asks. Kirishima is all too aware of the side eye he's getting.
"I mean- I dunno." He sighs, "It could affect our hero career and stuff, y'know? Fat Gum told me that some pros aren't bumped up in the rankings as high as they should be because they're openly gay."
I'm not sayin' you have to hide your preferences, Kirishima. There are many types of people in this world, it's nothin' to be ashamed about! Either way, you'll be an amazing hero, Red Riot! Kirishima hasn't forgotten a single word of that conversation.
"That's stupid as hell."
Kirishima chuckles weakly and tries for a smile. "Yeah, but that's just the way it is, I guess."
"I don't give a damn who knows," Bakugou mumbles, glaring down at the floor like watching his feet move is suddenly the most important thing in the world. "but I don't wanna mess shit up."
He kind of assumed he'd be less conflicted on the topic than Kirishima is, but that had been too much to hope for. "It sucks, huh? I guess it's just something we have to decide if we're going to be together." He swallows a gulp as he presses the ground floor button.
"Well we're gonna fuckin' be together, Shitty Hair." Bakugou asserts, sending a faint wave of relief through Kirishima.
"So what do you want to do? I'm fine either way."
"Are you?" The eye contact is piercing.
"I am." He hopes his sincerity gets through to him via his eyes, because his voice is wavering in a very unmanly manner.
Bakugou looks to the side, leaving Kirishima to stare at the back of his head for the next minute. The silence is tense and awkward and Kirishima is just about to clear his throat and say something (who knows what), when Bakugou mutters something under his breath.
"Huh?"
"I said I'll announce it in my speech."
Apparently Kirishima's confusion is showing on his face because Bakugou looks over to him and clarifies. "When I become number one. Some interviewer comes on stage when the top ten ranks are given, right? After I do all the 'told you so' shit I'll say I've been dating Red Riot since our second-year at UA and if anyone has a damn problem with it they can-"
Bakugou hates being interrupted when he's speaking. Kirishima knows this, everyone knows this, it's public knowledge, but Kirishima doesn't give a damn as he tunnels into him with all his might.
"Bro!" He all but wails, a stray tear at the corner of his eye as he grits his teeth and clenches the back of Bakugou's blazer.
"Hah?!" He sounds mostly confused, but hesitantly lifts his arms and ghosts his fingers against Kirishima's clothed shoulder blades, and oh does that do wonders for Kirishima's serotonin levels.
He pulls back with his hands clenching his boyfriend's shoulders, he can feel how wide his grin is and has absolutely no desire to conceal it in any way. Bakugou isn't an announcement kinda guy, he's actually very private, so maybe Kirishima is a little too pleased by the sentiment, sue him.
"Let's do our best to keep dating until then!" Bakugou flushes pink at the tip of his cheekbones and at the curves of his ears. Kirishima mentally screenshots the sight and files it away in his mind.
Though, he may have gotten him a bit too flustered, because he quickly resorts to yelling. Kirishima finds it a little too endearing. "What the hell is that meant to mean?! Were you thinking we weren't gonna last or some shit, you bastard?! I told you I'm not half assing this shit! I-"
Oh shut up. Is what Kirishima thinks lovingly before diving his lips against his.
He does shut up, but then doubt crashes into Kirishima like a high tide because Bakugou just freezes in his hold and oh shit, Kirishima just took his first kiss (their first kiss!!) and didn't even ask!
Kirishima jerks back and hastily waves his hands about in a severely chaotic manner, his face wildly heating up as he rambles. "Sorry! Oh god, I'm so sorry! That was too sudden, right?! I didn't mean to rush you or anything! Just forget it! Ahh, I'm so lame, I should've asked at least! That was really not cool of me! I'm really, really sorry!" His rant is promptly interrupted by the elevator doors sliding open and Sero standing right there.
Said classmate snorts and raises an eyebrow, "What're you really, really sorry for this time?"
Kirishima doesn't even get half a second to concoct an explanation in his head before Bakugou is knocking shoulders with Sero as he treads past. "None of your damn business, Tape-face."
Sero gives Kirishima a low whistle, "He looks pretty embarrassed, dude. Did Kaminari finally convince you to ask him if he jerks off to the All Might poster in his room?" He snickers.
Kirishima steps out of the elevator with a nervous laugh and starts walking backwards. "Haha, I think I'd be dead if I asked him that! AnywayI'moffseeyoulater!" Smooth, Eijirou. He thinks sarcastically as he jogs towards the blonde.
They end up lingering in the kitchen, Bakugou grabbing things out of the fridge and shoving them down on the counter.
"So.." He says, not because he has something to say, but because he has to say something! "What's for breakfast? He distantly hopes his tone sounds much more casual than it does in his own ears.
Bakugou answers by tapping a vacuum-sealed salmon against the counter again.
"Miso soup?" He guesses. Bakugou nods. Kirishima continues to try for a normal conversation, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple comically. "How traditional!"
"Uh-huh." Is the only reply he gets.
What is this situation?! The air remains awkward as Bakugou starts measuring the water to rice ratio.
Eventually, Kirishima gathers his nerves (albeit not very well) and addresses the elephant in the room.
"So, talk about a plus-ultra fuck up, huh?"
Bakugou looks at him like he just made a deez nuts joke at a funeral.
Then, after a second or two, he does one thing Kirishima was not expecting.
His laughter is abrupt and loud and so Bakugou that Kirishima just stares as it overtakes his hearing. It ends too quickly, and then suddenly Bakugou is at his side. Then he's getting pretty close and he's smiling and- he's really close and- oh.
Kirishima finds that actually being kissed is so much better than kissing someone and getting nothing back, so he shoves aside his shock and presses his lips into Bakugou's. It's soft and chaste and again, it ends too quickly.
He blinks dumbly at his smirking boyfriend who JUST GOING BACK TO CHOPPING UP GODDAMN SPRING ONIONS LIKE THAT WASN'T A BIG DEAL!!!
Okay, chill out, Eijirou. Maybe it isn't that big of a deal. It's chill. Bakugou's chill. Kirishima's chill. We're all chill. It's all chill. Totally chill. Kirishima can be chill. Just act chill.
"I'm counting that as our first kiss." He says in a super chill tone, trying to will away the heat that has settled his face because that certainly does not feel chill.
Bakugou gives a nonchalant shrug (like the chill guy he is) and slides the spring onions into a pan. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Hair-for-brains."
Kirishima has a distant feeling that it is not going to help him sleep tonight at all.
Classmates start to filter through the common area, littered around the kitchen making their own breakfast, watching TV by the couches. Sero is peeling a few tangerines next to them as they eat, Mina and Hagakure are distantly yelling with excited voices, Yaoyorozu is making multiple cups of tea, Todoroki is staring blankly into the fridge with sleep still hanging under his eyes, Sato is asking him to pass him his leftover cake, Ojiro and Midoriya are having a conversation somewhere nearby.
Sometimes Kirishima dreads the hole that is bound to carve itself into his life when they're no longer all living together like this, but right now he's just grateful. It's content and domestic and he's sitting with his boyfriend at his side, eating the breakfast he made them. What more could he ask for?
Kirishima watches as Kaminari accidentally tips the milk carton too far and it spills past the bowl of cereal he started making after giving up on his attempt at scrambled eggs, and that just puts the cherry on top of the perfect morning. Bakugou snorts in amusement and, as funny as it is, Kirishima doesn't even give up his smile to laugh.
Everything really is chill.
Kirishima goes about his day with a bounce in his steps, not even first-period Maths dampens his mood.
Apparently his cheerfulness is obvious, because when he's heading through the cafeteria with Kaminari and Sero, the latter throws an arm around his neck and playfully digs his other hand into Kirishima's waist. "You're looking awfully chipper today, dude. I gotta admit, it's putting me in a good mood too."
He flashes his trademark piano smile and Kirishima can't help feeling even more 'chipper'. What can he say? Making others happy makes him happy.
He doesn't get to reply as Bakugou appears in front of them. "Oi, Shitty Hair." He nods towards the door and Kirishima sends the other two an apologetic smile as he follows Bakugou away.
"What's wrong?" He asks as they fall into step with each other.
"Nothin', there's just something I wanna do. Let's have lunch outside."
Kirishima stops his walk to throw a thumb over his shoulder, "Oh, that's cool but I still need to get food-" he pauses as Bakugou holds up a dismissing hand.
"I made enough food for both of us." He says, Kirishima nods with a hearty smile.
After some wandering they make their way to a sakura tree to sit under in the school ground's forested area. He glances at the surroundings of what could easily be hundreds of trees as Bakugou unpacks his lunch box on the floor.
Kirishima sits down, leaning against the tree and admiring the cherry-blossoms flickering down onto the grass. It's the prime of spring, meaning sakura trees have already made a dramatic sweep across the country, but Kirishima had yet to experience them for himself this year. He rests his head against a bumpy piece of bark and takes in the pink leaves above him.
"Hey, why are we here?" He asks, turning to face Bakugou after his relaxation was suddenly stunted by Bakugou's words replaying in his head. 'There's just something I wanna do.'
He looks up from his food and drops an eyebrow at him, below it is a puffed out cheek full of food. Kirishima's heart does a whole 360 backflip at the sight. Bakugou swallows and lazily gestures at the scenery, "Shit's nice."
Kirishima laughs as he scoots closer to break apart the second pair of chopsticks. "Yeah, it is. It's really nice, but why, though? Usually when we have lunch together we just eat at the dorms."
Bakugou sizes him up with a look of confusion. "It wouldn't count as a date if it's what we usually do, though?"
"Oh." He breathes, his chopsticks stilled in the mound of rice. "Oh.." He repeats. Bakugou had planned a date, and this is the date. He's on a date, with Bakugou, his boyfriend.
He lets out a happy sigh and rests his cheek on his boyfriend's shoulder as he brings the rice and steak to his mouth. "Yeah, you're right."
Bakugou snarls a scoff, "I'm always right."
"'S good." Kirishima mumbles through his mouthful of food. He sighs dreamily, closing his eyes. "I'm happy."
Bakugou scoffs again and looks down at him, "What's got you so damn sappy?"
"My boyfriend." He answers with another pleased exhale, he feels almost tired with euphoria.
"Oh yeah?" He smirks, "What's he like?"
Kirishima feels his own smirk play at his lips. "He rage quits Mario kart and yells a lot."
Bakugou shoves him off his shoulder.
"He also shares his food with you, you spikey haired punk!"
Kirishima laughs and elbows his arm, "See? Told you. Chill your blasters, man."
He crosses his arms and reluctantly complies, though not without grumbling a few empty threats something under his breath.
Eventually the lunch box is empty and he packs it away in his bag. "'You confused by any of the new topics?"
Kirishima takes a swig of Bakugou's water as he muses over the morning lessons, "Not really, actually. Today just seems to be going my way, huh?" he grins.
"Lucky you."
"Yeah." He echoes around his soft smile. "Lucky me."
Eventually Bakugou checks the time and jumps up, scurrying them away to their second hero lesson of the day.
During their 4th period, Kirishima had been too busy chatting about the changes of the guys new hero costumes to notice the pair of eyes glued on him as he got changed.
This time he notices. He glances over at the red irises piercing into him, and Bakugou doesn't even have the shame to look away! Kirishima flushes crimson and turns back to his locker.
He definitely does not watch Bakugou a bit more than usual as the lesson goes by, and he certainly doesn't admire the way his muscles flex with every movement.
He would be much more embarrassed if Bakugou wasn't clearly checking him out too. Honestly, Kirishima is a bit embarrassed to admit he's getting kinda heated, but the mood settles back to normal during English. Bakugou is doing his work and making notes like normal, Kirishima is struggling to grasp past and future tense verbs, everything's as it usually is. Just a slip up. Everything's chill.
Everything is not chill. Kirishima has barely slipped off his blouse and Bakugou is already looking him up and down! How has no one noticed?! And what's with this tension?! They haven't even been going out for 24 hours!
By the time Kirishima completes his third lap around the PE field he's starting to feel pleasantly objectified. Bakugou hasn't said a word to him since their hero lesson, and so far he's just spent the whole of PE undressing him with his eyes. It's honestly kinda turning him on, the air is getting stiffer and the staring is doing one hell of a number on his self confidence.
The minutes pass by too slow as they all head back to their respective locker rooms to get their stuff and head back to the dorms. Kirishima is the last to have all his shit together (as always) and by the time he's closed his locker and swung his backpack over his shoulder, his space is suddenly invaded by a certain someone.
Bakugou buries a hand in Kirishima's mostly deflated hair. His eyes dart towards the door, everyone else is gone now, but what if someone left their phone or someth-
Ah, screw it. He curls his arms around Bakugou's waist as they kiss (with tongue!!!). Kirishima quickly discovers that Bakugou kisses like he does most things, it's aggressive and passionate and honestly- it's kind of like he's trying to punch him with his mouth (not that he's complaining, but y'know).
"'s not a competition." Kirishima mumbles against his lips, because the kiss is really starting to enter an almost violent territory.
"Whatever.." Bakugou answers as he backs him into the row of lockers, but he takes his words in stride and actually does calm down.
Bakugou's lips still plant against his firmly, but now their heads are moving in a good rhythm and Kirishima revels in the feeling of just the ends of their tongues meeting with a velvet touch as they kiss. Kirishima pulls away to leave a series of pecks over Bakugou's neck until he gets impatient and just stills Kirishima's lips in place by the hold in his hair.
Ah. Okay. Kirishima can do this. He can totally do this. He's never given a hickey before, but he'd also never kissed anyone before and that turned out great. He gives himself a mini pep talk before parting his lips and sucking at the skin between Bakugou's neck and collarbone, prompted to continue by the loosening of his grip and the soft noises he's making.
Kirishima edges back to examine his work, the patch is crimson and wet and it looks hot as hell on his boyfriend. He dives back in with a newfound confidence continues to mark Bakugou more hastily, maybe he's getting too worked up, but Bakugou's grasp on his hair is tight and encouraging and he's starting to arch his chest into his. Kirishima leaves a short kiss on his adam's apple, then one on his jaw, then he locks their lips together and Bakugou wraps his free arm around his neck to graze his sideburns. Kirishima turns them around easily, pressing Bakugou into someone's locker and trailing a hand up his gym shirt. Warmth strikes through the tips of his fingers and up his arms as he roams his hand over Bakugou's abs, secondarily marvelling in the sound of his boyfriend hissing his name through a slight moan and tugging-
The door creaks open and Bakugou shoves him away, hard. Kirishima's back slams into the bench in the middle of the room and sends a shock of pain through him, but that's the least of his concerns as he darts his eyes towards the door.
Shit! ...Shit..
Now, Kirishima didn't want anyone to be there, but he would prefer literally anybody else to standing there.
Kirishima blinks at him. He returns the gesture and blinks between the two. His mouth is slightly ajar, eyebrows dropped and nose crinkled as he stands with one hand frozen on the handle and one buried in his pocket.
A few more deafeningly silent moments pass before Aizawa lets out a sigh of a thousand sufferings and closes his eyes to pinch his nose bridge. "Kirishima, go to Recovery and get some gummies." He commands, a fed-up undertone to the dark aura of his voice. "Bakugou, go with him. Then both of you will meet me in your classroom."
Kirishima gulps. "Yes, sir."
Aizawa pointedly glares at Bakugou, Kirishima's gaze follow along.
He's still against the locker, hands clenching the insides of his pockets. His scowl is set at a ten, but the effect is ruined by his flushed face.
"Yes." He grits out through grinding teeth, staring daggers right back at Aizawa.
"Get a gummy too." He lifts his hand to point vaguely in Bakugou's direction, "Your lip is bleeding." Kirishima's eyes race to look back at Bakugou, who surely enough, has unnaturally red-stained lips. Kirishima has never felt so betrayed by his teeth than in this moment!
Aizawa turns, throwing a strict "Now." over his shoulder before trudging down the corridor.
Kirishima only just registers the bruises on Bakugou's neck as he zips up his PE jacket to cover them. Aizawa had seen that!! Surely he can't force them to break up or anything, right?! There's no way he can do that- He can expel them though! No, he wouldn't. Right? If he was going to expel them he would've done it right then and there. But maybe he just hasn't decided yet! Oh god, they-
Bakugou's voice cuts through his internal rambling, "Get up already."
Kirishima scrambles to his feet in a haste and instantly regrets it, wincing at the jolt of pain that sprints through his spine.
"Sorry." Bakugou mumbles, looking away with his hands still deep in his pockets. "I panicked.." The guilt in his voice knits an ugly tangle of disdain in Kirishima's gut.
"No, it's fine." He says a bit too fiercely, clearing his throat and stepping towards him. "It's alright, nothing I can't handle. Not your fault anyway, I was shocked too." He tries for a smile, and Bakugou grunts in acknowledgement and tugs him along by his forearm.
The walk to Recovery Girls's office is suffocatingly quiet.
"Kirishima!" She greets sweetly, then tilting her head to smile at Bakugou behind him. "Oh? And Bakugou. Come on in, darlings!"
Despite his anxiety-ridden state, Kirishima breaks a minuscule smile as they step inside. The old woman's adoring nature has a tendency to put him at ease.
"I don't see any visible injuries." She immediately observes, "Is there something I can do for you boys? Feeling under the weather, perhaps?"
Bakugou stays silent, so Kirishima carries the conversation on behalf of both of them. "Nothing much, hit my back on a bench, and Bakugou's.. lip is bleeding. Aizawa told us to get some healing gummies."
Recovery girl gives a pleased hum and opens a drawer in her desk, fishing around as she speaks. "I'm glad you're only here for minimal injuries." She nods towards one of the patient beds. Kirishima follows the gesture to a sleeping boy wrapped up in bandages, neon-pink hair peaking out of a head gauze mimicking that of a bandanna.
"Ectoplasm is working his new class too hard." She tuts, shaking her head. "I can only hope they won't go too far at the sports festival." She turns back around with a small bag of sweets in her palm, narrowing her eyes at the two of them. "That goes for you boys too. I know very well how your class likes to push your limits."
Kirishima accepts the packet with a nervous chuckle, scratching his temple. "We'll try not to burden you too much." He gives a small, grateful bow, elbowing Bakugou to do the same. He hesitantly lowers his head after a passionate roll of the eyes.
"Now, now. I'm sure you kids will!" She beams her thin wide smile then practically shoos them out the door with a hearty departure.
They fall into synchronised steps down the hallway, Kirishima popping a few of the gummies in his mouth before offering one to Bakugou. He finds it a little endearing the way his boyfriend bites into half of it instead of just chewing the small sweet as one piece.
"We're never making out again." He whispers grumpily as they make their way towards their classroom, Kirishima isn't quite sure how to reply so he just gives an airy scoff.
When they get to the classroom Kirishima closes the door behind them, Bakugou sauntering towards Aizawa in a brash manner. The teacher is sitting at one of the desks, having lined up two desks in front of it with chairs facing him.
"So?" Bakugou questions, slumping down onto one of the seats and crossing his arms over his chest in demand. Kirishima isn't quite sure what he's aiming to convey, but it sure as shit isn't affecting Aizawa whatsoever.
Kirishima takes the seat next to him and takes a look at the gruff man, he looks more exhausted than usual.
"Talk about problem children of the century, right?" Kirishima smiles awkwardly, huffing a nerve-wracked laugh through his nose and rubbing the back of his neck, leaving a thin layer of sweat there.
Aizawa gives him a scolding glare. His smile falls. Okay, maybe not the time for jokes, Eijirou.
"You kids are going to drive me to an early grave." He sighs, his tense shoulder flattening.
"Sorry..?" Kirishima tries, because what the hell else is he meant to say to that?
"I'll get straight to the point." He clears his throat, "From what i can tell, you two are dating, aren't you? Something of that nature, right?"
Kirishima nods.
"When did this happen?"
Bakugou takes on that question, "Recently." A good word to choose, Kirishima thinks. Admitting that they've only been going out since yesterday would sound kinda lame, Aizawa probably wouldn't take them seriously.
"Are your classmates aware? Parents? Any other staff members?"
"Not that we know of. We're not tellin' anyone." Bakugou answers again.
He sighs, "I can't say I encourage this kind of relationship, but I'm going to trust that you two have thought this through."
Mostly? Kirishima deliberates, wiping his sweaty hands off on his trousers.
"With that said, I also won't protest. You can do whatever you want as long as it doesn't negatively impact your training and studies. I can't force you to break up and such, but I'm going to ask two things of you." Kirishima swallows expectantly. Bakugou drops an eyebrow at Aizawa.
"I suggest that you use this development in your relationship to push your rescue abilities. - Imagine a hostage as each other, it can increase your motivation." He says with a tone that gives Kirishima the feeling that he's speaking from own experiences, but his curiosity is wildly minor in comparison to the rest of the emotions going through him right now.
"And secondly, I strongly advise that you two continue to keep this a secret. At the very least, it's best to keep this under wraps while you're still students. Having a known loved one is a vulnerability of sorts, villains can and will use your partner to their advantage."
"We already agreed to keep it a secret. And if Kirishima's in trouble, I'll save him. If I'm in trouble, he'll save me." Bakugou asserts, gaze stiff as he stares into Aizawa's dry eyes, almost challenging him to counter his words.
Aizawa uncrosses his arms. "Very well. I hope you continue to agree to hide this aspect of your relationship, for each of your safety. When you become pro heroes you can do as you please, you'll be adults and no longer under the care of UA." He continues with a hesitant yet firm expression. "On a different note, I strongly urge you not to engage in sexual activities on school grounds."
Kirishima deflates into his seat and brings a hand to his eyes to cover his own sight.
"Your actions today were a direct disobeyment of our rules, though I cannot punish you for doing such things in the privacy of the Heights Alliance. I'll let you off with no repercussions for today's incident, as you weren't personally informed."
"Is that everything?" Bakugou croaks, wiping the side of his hand over his cupid bow. For the first time since entering the room, he looks just as embarrassed as Kirishima feels.
"Almost. Trust me, I don't want to be having this conversation any more than you two do. But it's necessary, and now that I've been made aware of your relationship, I'm required to give you these." Aizawa slides a strip of condoms across the desks, his face twisted in discomfort.
Kirishima is, to say the very least, absolutely and completely fucking mortified. He peers over at a distraught Bakugou through his fingers. He's looking up and down between their teacher and the condoms like Aizawa just handed him vouchers for a strip club. Well, in a way, he kinda did-
"I'm sure both of you don't want to ever ask me for more, and neither do I. So I'm letting you know now that I'm going to set a box of them in the corner cupboard of the laundry room. And Bakugou, wear your winter costume until.. those fade."
Silence heaves knee deep through the classroom like steam in a sauna bath.
"Alright, off now." Both of them shoot up from the desks, rapidly grabbing hold of their bags and speeding for the exit, leaving the condoms for dead and ignoring Aizawa's yelling behind them.
"That was fucking horrifying." Bakugou grimaces as they step out of the building.
"We didn't even manage to keep it a secret for a day!" Kirishima groans, scrubbing his hands against his face. Bakugou snorts in amusement.
"How is this funny?!" He wails, shaking his boyfriend by the shoulders.
He shrugs out of it and shoves his arm with a wide smirk. "How was that not funny?! 'Talk about problem children of the century' I nearly lost my shit!"
"I take that back! I don't even know why I said it! It wasn't even funny!"
Bakugou seems to take the disagreement as a challenge.
"It was funny as hell." He counters, half-amused half-competitive.
Kirishima sighs as they start to walk down the path towards the dorms, "It really wasn't."
"It was!" He presses, "Aizawa was giving us that death glare and you just went and made some dumbass joke! I was fuckin' shaking tryna hold back!"
Kirishima spits out a laugh, "Okay it was pretty f-"
"AHA! Q.E.D!" He all but yells with some seriously impressive passion, puffing his chest out and smirking proudly with his bottom lip jutted out. Kirishima hunches over with a wheeze and slaps his boyfriends arm about twenty times during his fit of laughter.
Bakugou slaps his hands in retaliation, and it just degenerates from there. They end up tumbling each other on the ground trying to win the childish brawl, Bakugou shouting out handfuls of curses as Kirishima's lips pull into a feral grin.
"What's this? A cat-fight?" Comes a high-pitched teasing voice from nearby, they both pause on the floor to look over at the profoundly pink source.
"I honestly can't say I'm shocked." Shinsou deadpans from behind her, standing next to a grinning Kaminari.
"This is the kinda rough-play ya don't see in General Studies, huh?" He cheeks, repeatedly nudging his elbow into Shinsou's waist.
"Didn't see." Mina corrects, stretching her arm out and pointing a finger at Kaminari. "He's officially one of us now!" She beams, linking her arms with both of them.
Shinsou shrugs out of the hold and continues to walk ahead, "I hope you know we're not friends, Ashido."
"He's still got that kind of mindset?!" She pouts, Kaminari patting her shoulder with a knowing look.
"I'm sure that shit hurted." He says in an overly comforting voice.
She swiftly falls right into the obvious trap. Kirishima watches from the ground as it unfolds. "I just don't get him! I've been really nice and welcoming! What's up with the whole rip off Todoroki 'I'm not here to make friends' attitude?! I thought he'd be off that by now!"
Kaminari clicks his tongue against his teeth and sympathetically shakes his head, "That really sucks, Mina." he consoles. "Doesn't suck for me though!" He cheers, sticking his tongue out at her as he starts to jog backwards to catch up to Shinsou. "The guy adores me!" He claims, leaving her dumb-founded with a dopey wink.
Mina sets her hands against her hips and gives a huff of disbelief, looking down at the two boys still bundled on the floor. "Can you believe him? He's so annoying. Really, really annoying! A whole year of friendship and he just ran off to go twirl his hair with his new best friend! The audacity of some guys, really! You better not ditch me too!" She catches Kirishima's eyes with a sulking face, then tilts her head and raises her eyebrows at them. "Anyways, what set off today's scuffle?"
"I laughed too hard." Kirishima explains, she nods thoughtfully with a finger to her chin.
"You do get a bit carried away sometimes, Kiri." She looks at them again and offers a confused look, shifting the finger to poke her cheek. "So are you two just gonna stay here, or..?" She scratches at her cheekbone awkwardly, "..If people see you in that position they might get the wrong idea, y'know? "
With that, Kirishima looks down and is suddenly made very aware of their intertwined legs and his hands loosely pinning Bakugou's arms next to his face and oh god, Kirishima has been practically straddling him this whole time! He scrabbles up (super casually, thank you very much) and offers Bakugou a hand, which he takes within a second, Kirishima hoisting him up to his feet and turning to Mina.
"Let's walk back together, then!"
Mina looks at him like he just mansplained that the sky is blue. "Well duh. What else would we do? Walk separately in a single file line?"
Bakugou bestows her with an eyeroll and the three make their way towards their dorm building. Kirishima and Mina chat the whole journey and depart when she skips into the common room.
"It's been a long day." Kirishima says, cracking his neck as Bakugou presses the button to their floor.
Bakugou gives him a side eye, "You tired?"
"Hell yeah." After two hours of hero lessons and PE being their last class of the day, plus the whole talk with Aizawa and the rough-housing with Bakugou, yeah, you could say Kirishima's just a bit damn tired. "I'll probably be out cold as soon as I hit my bed. 'You?"
"Gonna get the English homework done."
"Aghhhh, don't even talk about homework right now." Kirishima complains before foreshadowing Bakugou's next question and answering it before he can ask. "I'll do mine on Thursday."
Bakugou hums in response and a comfortable silence fills the elevator ride up the walk to their doors. Then it shifts not so comfortable. What happens now? Does he give him a kiss before going to his room? Does he offer him to come over and do his work in Kirishima's room? Ah, but he's just going to sleep anyway, and he's been told he's a bit of a snorer so he probably wouldn't be able to focus anyway-
Kirishima is tugged forward by his shirt and cleared of his thoughts as Bakugou drags him into his room.
"Wh-" Is all he gets out before the door is shut and his boyfriend is literally attacking his lips.
The kisses are sudden and fast and Kirishima struggles to catch up to the pace before Bakugou pulls away with a hand on his chest.
"You can nap here while I do my work," He says between keen pecks. "if you want or whatever."
"Yeah," Another kiss interrupts him (but he's sure as hell not complaining). "Mm'kay."
The view is beautiful up on the summit of the mountain that Kirishima is standing on.
The wind tenderly feathers against his cheeks and whips through his shirt.
Kirishima looks down at his feet, there's not much surface around him.
The powerful breeze could easily knock him off the edge if it wanted to. But it doesn't. It just flows against his skin in gentle kisses and dashes through his hair, lifting it up into a dance.
Wind is generally known as harsh and chaotic at its core, but Kirishima can't see it like that, not when it swirls around him in such a steady, calm pace, sending goosebumps up his arms and cooling him down from the warmth seeping into his muscles.
Kirishima hears a quiet explosion detonate from the other end of the mountain, he feels the vibration it sends through the terrain, he smells the distant scent of smoke. His balance hinders a bit, but he doesn't bother to look back at the aftermath.
Another eruption blasts nearby, Kirishima turns his chin to his shoulder and side-eyes the mountain. The dark fog sears through the air, working its way to dissolve in the sky just for another explosion to add to it. That one was closer. He turns to carefully tread towards the source of the faint ringing in his ears. Another one, even louder. And another. One or two more.
The last explosion that sets through the mountain sounds like it's right next to his ear. He takes a curious step and slips forward, tunnelling into darkness.
Kirishima suddenly blinks awake, quickly realising that there are actual explosions sounding beside him. He abruptly forces himself upright next to Bakugou, who's panting and sweating with his head resting against the headboard, the crackling in his palms smothering itself in his fists and pressing out quiet blasts through his fingers. It sends alarm bells ringing in his mind.
"Woah, hey, what happened? Nightmare?"
"No.." Bakugou breathes, eyes lidded as he seems to analyse every little flick of colour in Kirishima's irises.
"No?" Kirishima parrots, unconvinced. He reaches over to the bedside drawer and flicks the lamp on, glancing at the alarm clock next to it. "Bakugou, what's going on?"
"Nothin', go back to sleep or whatever. I'm gonna have a shower."
He grabs Bakugou's sleeve as he swings his legs over the side of the bed.
"I slept for like eleven hours, I'm not tired. Plus it's 3AM, you'll wake people up. Why do you wanna shower right now, it's too late for- Wait-" Kirishima darts forward to check the suspicion that had coursed through his mind, and surely enough, he's correct. "Dude, did you have a wet dream?!"
Bakugou glares at him and shoves a pillow over his lap, "Shut the fuck up."
"Wha- I'm not making fun of you!" He defends, grabbing him by the shoulders as a drop of sweat rolls down his cheekbone. "It's just.. Y'know, I'm here." He swallows dryly, "So if you're okay with it, we can.." He trails off as Bakugou's eyes narrow at him. Ahh, what is he saying?!
"We can..?" Bakugou urges, leaning towards Kirishima.
He takes in a sharp inhale as his boyfriend edges closer to his face, "Do stuff, y'know.. If you want to."
"I want to." Is the low reply before their lips connect, welded together as Bakugou slips his tongue against his. Kirishima pulls back in alert.
"Dude, you're gonna bleed again."
"I don't care, and don't fuckin' call me dude right now." He mumbles, diving back into Kirishima and shoving his back against the mattress.
Kirishima holds him back by his shoulders, "I'm serious, it's dangerous. I don't wanna hurt you."
Bakugou gives him an unimpressed look through his hazed eyes, quirking an eyebrow. "When have I ever wussed out from dangerous shit?"
Kirishima drops his own eyebrow, unconvinced and sort of confused by the sentiment. That's not really the situation though, Bakugou..
"Don't fuckin' worry about it, we still have more gummies, it's whatever." He smirks as he lingers over him, "Just don't bite my tongue in half and I'll be fine." With that, Kirishima lets Bakugou straddle him and vigorously assault his lips.
His lips are soft and lovely in all ways, but the sensation it sends through him is hot and heavy and the air between them quickly turns humid. Bakugou gives in to the rising heat and hurriedly sheds away his tank top, whipping it across the room and hastily pulling off Kirishima's tie as their tongues press together. Kirishima sits up and releases his grip on Bakugou's waist to harden a finger, slicing a line through his school shirt to avoid having to fumble around to undo the buttons.
"That was really fucking hot." Bakugou says under his breath, wide-eyed with a heaving chest as Kirishima shrugs the shirt down his shoulders.
They dive back into the feral kissing, but it only lasts for about a minute before Bakugou is off his lap, awkwardly shoving off his joggers in a rush. Kirishima gets a bit frustrated by how problematic his belt is deciding to be, but he manages to drop the trousers to the floor before the mood can dull. He's distantly grateful that he chose some basic grey plaid boxers instead of the bright red metallic ones he was going to go for this morning.
Bakugou instantly goes back to straddling him, catching his lips again. His hand travels down his abs and back up to his chest, the other hidden in Kirishima's hair with keen tugs. Kirishima is completely caught off guard when Bakugou grinds down into him and their boxers press together firmly, warranting a passionate, low whine from his boyfriend. His own bolt of pleasure rushes through his dick and up his spine, his instincts leading him to biting down on Bakugou's shoulder to suffocate the noise that spills from his lips. Bakugou makes a strangled sound and arches into him, their bare chests flush together.
Kirishima's mind melts with the noise, he leans back to search his boyfriend's expression. "Bro, did you.. like that?"
Bakugou glares down at him, Kirishima takes the opportunity to appreciate his long blond eyelashes. "If you call me bro one more time I'm going to kill you."
He can't help the dumb smile that forces itself on him as he wraps his arms around Bakugou's waist. "No you won't." He says against his lips before gluing them together eagerly. Their lips mold together at different angles until Kirishima's head is being subtly moved to his neck. He easily takes the hint, kissing his throat and sucking at patches of skin for a few seconds. Hopefully if he doesn't commit to one spot for too long it won't leave a mark. As hot and bothered the previously formed hickeys on his neck get Kirishima, any new additions will just be harder for Bakugou to hide.
Apparently they aren't going to actually ask for what they want with words, because at one point Bakugou just grabs his jaw and forces his mouth open by sticking his thumbs into his back teeth. Kirishima's a bit confused, in all honesty. He gives his boyfriend a confused glance, to which he rolls his eyes. "Bite me again, asshole."
"So you did like it!" He stammers out through his lodged open jaw. Now the thumbs forcing his mouth to expose his teeth make sense, but it was still an odd move when he could've just asked. He voices that last thought and a flush of pink barrels onto Bakugou's face at full force. Ah, he's embarrassed..
He doesn't say anything, so Kirishima just leaves a sweet peck on his chest, sporting his own blush as he slowly bites down on the skin of his trapezius, scarred with a cluster of scratches from training. He carefully sinks his teeth into the skin, focusing both on how shallow his bite is and the hitch of his boyfriends breath.
"Kiri-.." The word falls into a soft groan as he leaves another invisible hickey on his neck.
Kirishima backs away, pointedly looking into Bakugou's eyes. "Can you use my name?" He asks, staring determinedly despite the brittle gulp he shoves down his throat.
Maybe Bakugou gets a lot less easily provoked when he's horny, because instead of a hell fucking no, Kirishima, he just wraps his arms around his back and rests his forehead against his collarbone with a heavy sigh.
"Eijirou."
A jolt of arousal twitches through his dick and his hips ache at the lack of contact. "Katsuki, can we-" His boyfriend grinds their clothed boners together with a hefty moan.
"Fuck-" Bak- Katsuki hisses through his teeth. "Yeah."
Kirishima slips his fingers through the hem of Katsuki's tight black boxers, the touch immediately eliciting a sharp groan from him. Needless to say, Kirishima has never jerked someone else off, but from the sounds Katsuki makes as he palms his dick, Kirishima likes to think he's doing pretty decently. Though, there is one problem.
The sweat on his hands doesn't go a long way. "Do you have lotion?" He asks in a very not awkward way, but Katsuki just shakes his head, digging it harder into Kirishima's chest.
Well, it's not like Kirishima's gonna go back to his room and get his own, so he silently spits onto his hand and continues, taking it a step at a time. He wraps his hand back around Katsuki's dick, pumping up and down and getting quicker with each stroke. However, he doesn't end up getting to a very fast pace. At around the fifth pump his boyfriend twitches forward, covering his hand with his mouth to stifle the noise that leaves his lips as his body shudders against him.
He came so quick it actually kind of concerns and flatters Kirishima at the same time. How long has it been since he jerked off?! There's no way people normally finish that quickly.
"Shit.." Katsuki breathes unevenly against his neck, sending warm goosebumps flying across his skin. "If I knew it felt like this I woulda done it fuckin' ages ago."
Now that sends Kirishima tunnelling. "Huh?!" He whisper-shouts, because the volume of what they're doing is already pushing into a dangerous territory. "You mean you've never masturbated?"
Katsuki leans back on his lap and levels him with a stare, but Kirishima is too distracted by how utterly relaxed his features are to dissect whatever look he's giving him. He shrugs vaguely, "Never felt the mood before, so just didn't try it."
"Oh my god," A small epiphany sparks in Kirishima's mind. (And his di-) "wait, so you just never got turned on?! This is your first time?!" Katsuki rolls his eyes, though it lacks any real sense of irritation. A wholesome smirk pulls up Kirishima's lips. "Dude, no wonder you're so pissed all the time. You've gotta be hella pent up-"
A firm "Shut up." brushes against his lips before they're promptly making out again, Katsuki palming him through the fabric. It only now occurs to Kirishima how neglected he had left himself, because as soon as Katsuki's fingers graze his dick he muffles a strangled moan at the touch.
It's hard to believe that Katsuki's never done this before, because the way he's touching Kirishima feels like a goddamn vacation from reality. Any anxious nerves he has are exploded into ashes with the touch, his whole body overwhelmed with sheer heat. All of his endorphins are easily left for dead as his insides flame, his entire being tangible with pleasure. The kissing is raw and intense and sends a buzz of electricity through Kirishima. Every single inch of his skin gets hotter with each swift stroke, it's almost too much how overwhelmingly amazing it feels, the sensation pushing his senses further than they've ever gone.
Every orgasm he's ever had felt pales knee-deep in comparison to this one. He goes limp under Katsuki, sinking into the bed as his breathing attempts to sort itself out. His limbs feel like silk, his mind clear of any thought other than just wow. He shares that sentiment aloud, to which Katsuki huffs a snort and gets off his thighs saying something about a wet towel and not sleeping in jizz like goddamn animals.
Kirishima's brain struggles to catch up to any activity that takes place within the next few minutes, and before he knows it he's under the duvet with Katsuki's weight on top of him, literally. Katsuki is just sprawled out over him, leaning more on the left with the side of his face nuzzled against Kirishima's upper arm. Kirishima wraps the arm around his back, feeling the fabric of the loose t-shirt he's now wearing, noting that they're both still in just their boxers.
"Goodnight." He whispers into the spikes of blonde hair.
A mumbled slur of "G'night." is the last thing his mind registers before he's falling unconscious in a daze of Bakugou's scent and content warmth of their bodies wrapped together.