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Kirishima gently closes the door as he sighs with relief. Shoulders hunched by the weight of the endless day, he ruffles his hair and another deep breath escapes his lips in a tiny whine.
He lazily takes off his shoes, blindly throwing them into the small adjacent room. Coat on the hanger, he drags his feet to the living room on the left.
The weak "I'm home." shouted on his way echoes between the empty walls and remains unanswered.
Kirishima pauses, glancing at the staircase, waiting a few beats, perfectly still. Nothing. No footsteps or running water or hints of music playing. The shared house is deadly silent.
With a shrug, Kirishima continues his journey leading to the open kitchen. Bakugo must be out, following his own plans. Good for him.
The redhead turns on the kettle and the bottom light illuminates the water in green. It's the first indicator of a series of four different colors following the liquid's heat. Mindlessly staring at the slowly warming water, Kirishima is surprised by a sudden and deep yawn. Jaw cracking from the force of it, his whole body goes stiff for a second before slumping forward with a moan. Tears prick at his eyes.
His mom's invitation 'for lunch' always ends up in a full afternoon of catching up and rambling on memories. As much as he loves their little family reunions, this week has been a particular pain in the ass. For the last hours he could only think about crashing on his bed and never waking up.
And it's not like their incessant query about his plans for the next day had made him want to extend his stay more than that.
No he didn't plan on doing anything special for Valentine's day. Why would he?
Rubbing his itchy eyes with the heel of his palms, Kirishima waits for the kettle's light to turn blue. The moment it does, he turns the thing off and reaches for the top shelf. The redhead doesn't resist the urge to stretch his back. Hands up, way past the desired cup, he arches, his spine popping in place with a grateful grunt.
"Ei?"
The discreet call of his name makes him jump in surprise and spin his head way too fast. He hadn't heard the blond coming.
"Oh ! Hi, Kats." He smiles.
With a curious tilt of the head, Bakugo eyes the redhead head to toes and Kirishima finally notices his position. Up on his toes, whole frame stretching, he's still arching. His broad chest hovers over the counter, threatening to bump the cups of the first shelf as his ass is neatly pushed back.
Ask him to bend over the counter and he wouldn't take any other position.
Feeling the heat rising to his cheeks, the redhead promptly turns to face the blond. He scratches his neck in a nervous habit as he actually looks everywhere but Bakugo's direction.
"H-hey…. Hm… Tea?" He stutters as his eyes land on the kettle.
Bakugo takes a step forward with a nod.
“Sure.”
He seems oddly stiff. Hands hiding behind him, back rigid and shoulders tense. But Kirishima doesn’t dwell on it as he turns his back on him, happy to escape the intense stare and fumbles with the cups.
“Actually…” The blond starts making the redhead face him once again. “Later. I- I have… I-... something to ask you…”
It makes Kirishima frown. Putting the cups down he carefully steps toward the blond, more and more worried by his attitude.
“Is everything okay?”
A small nod, eyes averting to the side is all he got as an answer. Looking closely, Kirishima can catch the dusty pink tinting Bakugo’s cheeks, rising to his ears. The blond is chewing on his snake bites, a telltale sign of his anxiousness if there is one. It makes Kirishima really nervous. Shuffling on his feet, he stays quiet, watching Bakugo obviously searching for his words.
“...so stupid…” Is all he can catch of the blond’s mumbling.
“Kats?”
That makes Bakugo look up. As they catch eyes, the blond sighs. The tension on his shoulders ease up and with a new found determination, he glares at Kirishima.
“Fuck it.”
He suddenly pulls out a small box and what looks like a glass globe from behind him. The redhead doesn’t have the time to see more before the items are shoved against his chest with maybe a little too much energy. Coughing on a groan, Kirishima catches the objects right before Bakugo retreats with a step back.
In his arms rests a small pastel green box with intricate white decorations all around the edges, like an imprinted lace. A little bag of passiflora’s seeds to plant hide the majority of the writings but the redhead recognizes the logo of an expensive brand of macarons. His favorite. And the glass globe is actually an elaborate glass bell under which rests a delicate eternal rose on a bed of white thin sand.
Kirishima feels the heat rising to his face. His mouth agape, opening and closing in a speechless confusion. Before he can organize his thoughts, Bakugo clears his throat and Kirishima lifts his gaze to meet two resolved garnets.
“Be my Valentine.” The blond blurts out in a tone that leaves no room for refusal. “...Please?” He softly adds afterward.
In an interminable dance between Bakugo and the gifts, Kirishima sputters on his words. His face is nothing more than a burning fire and he already feels tears pooling at the corners of his eyes.
“W-… I-… Bu-…”
Kirishima feels like a punch in his guts, breath caught in his throat, mind running a thousand miles an hour. He never expected something like that. How was he supposed to react? What should he say? No one ever asked him that. No one ever did something like that for him. What were the instructions? The right thing to do? From all his turmoil, only one word leaves his lips.
“Why?” He immediately bites his lip, wanting to swallow back his question. He didn’t mean to distrust Bakugo’s intentions.
But the blond smiled. A soft and genuine smile. The slight tilt of his head makes his hair graze his cheek and the dusty pink of his nose brings out his delicate freckles.
“‘Cause I kinda like you. Like, very very much.” He says, stepping forward and grazing his knuckles on the redhead’s arm.
The gentle touch gives Kirishima happy chills as he goes on full fountain mode. Tears break and seem unstoppable as he dangerously squeezes the gifts in a deadly hug.
“I like you very very much too.” He hiccups.
Laughing softly, Bakugo slowly takes the stuff from Kirishima’s hands and puts them on the kitchen’s table before making a vain attempt to clean the redhead’s face.
“You still haven’t given me an answer.” The blond whispers, coming closer into the redhead’s space.
Kirishima wastes no time to lace his arms around Bakugo’s neck and presses their foreheads.
“You don’t have to ask, silly. Of course I’ll be your Valentine.” He whimpers with a wet chuckle.
As the endless stream of tears seems to subside, Bakugo brushes off the last ones before joining their lips in a tender kiss.
It’s soft and gentle, so unlike the blond’s usual brash attitude, but also so like him, caring and full of promises. Bakugo’s piercings scrape against Kirishima’s lip, almost painfully but so pleasant. With a sudden urge of ‘more’, the redhead presses further, his chest against the blond’s as his split tongue swipes over Bakugo’s plush mouth. The blond easily parts his lips. And what a world of wonders hides behind. The soft caress of Bakugo’s tongue along his makes Kirishima moan in need as a unique and dizzying flavor invades his taste buds. He could stay like this forever. Bonded so intimately to the only man he ever loved, love and will love.
Because it’s not only a kiss. It’s a promise, an oath. A silent vow that he will be loved and cared for, with the same intensity as the first day, forever.
A hand merges in his red hair and scrapes his scalp making him hum in pleasure. And after a too short eternity, the blond breaks the kiss. Leaning his forehead against Kirishima’s, he chuckles softly, happiness and pride shining in his carmine eyes. The redhead’s cheeks hurt from how wide he’s smiling, eyes bright with renewed tears. Damn emotional rollercoaster.
Both men hold the other’s face in their hands. Light touches, gentle and soft, cautious of their world that they hold at their fingertips. They stare at each other, matching doe smiles as they bask in the moment.
Until Kirishima slips his arms around Bakugo’s neck and lies his head on the blond’s collarbone with a happy giggle. Bakugo enlaces his waist and rests his temple on the redhead’s crown, exhaling a satisfied grunt.
Above the blond’s arm, Kirishima spots his gifts on the table and suddenly rises up to see them closer. Bakugo follows his move. Without letting go of the redhead’s waist, the blond stands behind him and hooks his chin on Kirishima’s shoulder as he presses his hands flat on the redhead’s stomach.
Taking the little pastel box in hand first, Kirishima delicately slips the lid open. Inside, in a beautiful mixed colors from light pink to deep brown, rest a dozen of macarons carefully lined up in three rows of four. Kirishima’s mouth waters at the sight only and a pleased groan rumbles in the back of his throat as he catches the wonderful scent of the different flavors. Bakugo snorts at his reaction and tightens his grip on the redhead’s waist, nuzzling against his neck.
“Will you leave me one to taste?”
“Kats, you shouldn’t have.” Kirishima gives for any answer. He knows how much this brand costs. And he doesn’t want to make promises he couldn’t keep.
“The best for the best.” The blond counters, leaving a quick peck on the redhead’s throat.
Kirishima can only giggle in glee, cheeks and chest warming up with joy.
As delicately, he closes the box and slips it aside, resisting the urge to empty it right away. Kirishima then takes the bag of seeds, turning it in his hands. It’s a small plastic pouch, almost flat with a picture of a full bloomed passiflora and their garden center’s logo over its entire width. Frowning, he barely spins his head when Bakugo starts to explain.
“I didn’t feel like buying you a boring bouquet since, you know, you own a fucking flower shop. And you said you wanted to grow these for our balcony but never had the occasion.” He brushes off as Kirishima can feel him shrug.
But more than the macarons, this attention brings tears to his eyes. Bakugo had kept in mind something he, himself, barely remembers saying -surely years ago- and acted on it to surprise the redhead. It’s littles considerations like that that made Kirishima fall in love the first time. Again and again each time. Chest tightening and biting his lips to prevent its wobbling, the redhead passes to the last gift.
The delicate flower resting in his fragile crib. He doesn’t dare to lift it from the table, too scared to break it given his unstable emotional state. Instead he simply grazes a gentle finger on the glass surface, admiring the graceful petals frozen in time forever. It’s bright red, rivalizing with his hair and popping out on the pure white of the sand covering the entire base.
“An eternal rose.” Kirishima whispers in a breath.
“Eternal as my love for you.”
Kirishima can’t stop the snort that leaves his throat, making a gruff noise and scratching the back of his nose. He half turns to watch the blond with a disturbed smile and arching an eyebrow.
“That was so cheesy, even for me.” The redhead mocks. But the huge smile splitting his face and tears brimming his eyelashes say more about his true feelings.
With a smirk, Bakugo starts to reach for the flower.
“Well, if you don’t want it…”
But before he could catch it, Kirishima grabs his wrist and shoves it away.
“No! I want it! It’s mine.” He giggles, fully spinning to face the blond and lace his arms around his neck once more. “It’s all mine.”
Bakugo smiles, hugging him closely. He kisses Kirishima on the cheek and the redhead tries to act like he’s not wanting more. But his acting skills are null and the blond laughs, nuzzling against Kirishima’s temple.
“All yours, baby.”
The redhead tightens his hold on Bakugo, lying on him, chest flush against chest. But their hips are kept away by Kirishima’s prominent tummy. Glancing down it’s when it hit him.
Like a train hitting him at full speed, he feels his chest hurtfully shrinking and his breath hangs on his throat. The walls break down and the waterfalls start again as he hides in Bakugo’s chest. His hands pull on the blond’s shirt, bowling it in an iron fists as he hiccups violently against Bakugo.
Alarmed by the sudden breakdown, the blond takes a careful step back and slowly lifts the redhead’s face. Gently brushing the flushed cheeks, he tilts his head to catch Kirishima’s eyes.
“Hey, hey. Everything is okay. Shh- What’s going on babe?” Bakugo worries.
Hardly catching his breath, Kirishima makes some vain attempt to speak, each time cutting off by a hiccup. Bakugo waits patiently, never ceasing brushing off the endless tears and whispering words of comfort. Catching the blond’s stare, Kirishima uses the soothing garnets to steady his breathing and slowly calm down.
“I- I just realized… It’s- It’s our last Valentine’s day as just us two.” And with that another wave of tears falls down, drenching Bakugo’s hands.
An angel pass. The blond goes stiff for a second, eyes widening and eyebrows shouting up before he ostensibly cackles. It’s a loud laugh, poorly restrained that makes his shoulders shake with noisy snorts. It has the effect of calming the redhead. Kirishima loves Bakugo’s laugh and if he needs to cut back his tantrum to hear it, he will.
After a few, Bakugo stifles his laugh and leans against Kirishima’s forehead, going crossed eyes to intensely stare at him. With a deadly serious voice he announces the indisputable truth.
“Next year you’ll have more than one Valentine.”
Kirishima’s lips wobble as he really tries to fight back an umpteenth urge to cry. Hiding behind his hands he whines.
“Stop it.”
Bakugo snickers, brushing back the red hair to land a kiss on his forehead.
“You’re so emotional.” He teases without malice.
It only makes the redhead whine more as he slaps a weak hand on the blond’s chest.
“I’m not emotional. I’m /pregnant/.’
Bakugo snorts, roughly nuzzling Kirishima’s face to make him laugh and hugging him close to prevent any attempt of escape.
“Yeah, my very pregnant fiancé.” He says with pride. “But you always had been emotional, no big changes.”
Kirishima giggles, trying without much conviction to fight back and escape the tight hug. His four month belly, showing a defined round bump pushed against the blond’s stomach.
“You asshole.” The redhead laughs with glee.
“/Your/ asshole.” Opposes Bakugo.
With a frown Kirishima arches backward, staring at the blond with an uncertain pout.
“Yeah, that came out weird.” Bakugo admits.
Kirishima spurts out a chuckle, looping his arms against the blond’s neck to lay all the weight of his tired body on him.
“Yeah.” The redhead agrees. “So, tomorrow…” He switches for another subject. “Do you actually wanna plan something for Valentine’s day? I thought that, and I quote ‘you don’t need that shit to remind you to love and take care of me’, end of citation.”
Bakugo snickers at the poor imitation of his gruff voice and leaves a quick kiss on Kirishima’s nose.
“You’re right, but I thought that for our last one just the two of us we could do a little something.”
“Like?” The redhead smiles.
“Like a romantic dinner I’ll cook for you, all your favorites in front of a dumb movie of your choice with some cuddles session and more if we hit it off.” He says with a grin and a wink.
Kirishima hum in content. “So a normal evening at home, like any other?”
Bakugo pretends to think about it with a tiny pout before nodding proudly.
“Exactly. But we could add candles.”
It makes the redhead laugh. “Candles? Are you sure it’s not too excessive?”
With a snort, Bakugo slightly bends forward to place his arms under Kirishima’s ass. As soon as he gets up, the redhead round the blond’s hips with his legs and let Bakugo carry him away.
“Nothing is too excessive for you.”
“It’s a wonder why everyone call /me/ the cheesy one.” Kirishima laughs out loud, tightening his grip around Bakugo’s neck as he rests his head against the blond’s shoulder.
Grunting for appearances, Bakugo starts to walk toward the exit, caring Kirishima like the muscular and pregnant man weighs nothing more than a feather.
“Where are we going?” The redhead asks. Not that he cares so much.
“Bath. You reek and for what I saw when I came in, you seem pretty exhausted. So bath, eat, sleep. No discussion.” He commands, firm but without heat.
And Kirishima isn’t going to contradict him. It seems like a perfect plan for the evening.
"I love you."
"I love you more."
"Not possible."
"Try me."
Gifts and kettle with now cold water are abandoned. The couple slowly reach the upper floor to bask in their love bubble. Loving and caring for each other like they did for years and will do forever. And ever.
Who needs plans on Valentine’s day when everyday is spent with the love of your life.
When everyday is Valentine’s day.