Chapter Text
The dorm was quiet, only Kirishima and Bakugo were awake downstairs in the living area. Bakugo was watching TV with the sound off while Kirishima was on his phone. Bakugo didn’t know why he was awake, he just couldn’t sleep. He knew that Kirishima was up before him though. The red-head was in the corner of the couch, his face illuminated by his phone. His hair wasn’t packed with hair gel so it draped over his face, covering his eyes mainly.
”Oi shit-hair.” Bakugo hissed.
”What?” Kirishima asked flatly, looking up at the blonde with nearly an exasperated look on his face.
Bakugo stared, unsure how to respond with Kirishima’s sudden bluntness. He huffed before hissing. “Hand the damn remote.”
”Alright.” Kirishima sighed as he gently chucked the remote over to Bakugo.
Bakugo stared at the remote for a good while, not turning on the TV. The blonde was startled. Kirishima usually at least tried to tell off Bakugo whenever he called the red-head weird nicknames. He groaned and grumbled under his breath before walking over to the red-head. “Oi dimwit.” The blonde grabbed the red-head by the shirt and stared at him dead in the eyes, the blonde’s eyes subtly glowing a faint orange.
”What now Bakubro?” Kirishima sighed, dropping his phone to the side.
Bakugo’s grip on Kirishima’s shirt tightened to the point his hand was shaking. “Don’t ever let me insult you like that and just accept it.”
”Why should I?” Kirishima responded, his voice flat. Bakugo’s face subtly softened. He could tell Kirishima was faking his stone-cold face. “You keep doing that so why should I protest?”
Bakugo stared at Kirishima, his facade barely faltering. “At least tell me to give you a better nickname.” Bakugo growled, his voice cracking.
Kirishima’s eyes widened slightly. He wasn’t used to seeing or hearing this side of Bakugo. He nodded slowly. “Al…right?”
Bakugo nodded and slowly released his grip on Kirishima’s shirt. “Night…” He muttered as he walked off, ruffling the red-head’s hair.
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The next morning at breakfast, Bakugo was one of the last people awake. He yawned and as stomped his way to the kitchen. There, Kirishima was chattering happily with his toothy grin.
”Oh shark face, whatcha making?” Bakugo shouted.
”Come up with a better nickname Bakubro!” Kirishima chuckled as he turned from the stove to greet the explosive blonde. “And we’re making eggs! Want some?”
Bakugo gave a grunt as a yes before walking up to Kirishima. He placed a rough hand on his shoulder. “Better work.” He whispered before patting his shoulder and going to the table.
Kirishima chuckled as he watched Bakugo start shouting at Mineta for being a creep. Though Kirishima just had a lingering feeling that there was more to what Bakugo was telling.