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Great explosion Murder God DynaMight was such a funny hero name.
Kirishima thought about it a lot, and he one hundred percent believed that Katsuki chose a funny hero name. But he liked that hero name.
The way he said it was so confident. So dreamy. He was so dreamy. Fuck, Kirishima was in love. He fell in love when he first heard that stupid little hero name.
It was becoming sort of a problem. Studying with Katsuki was becoming sort of a problem.
The two of them were sitting in Kirishima’s room, and Katsuki was sitting there so casually, thigh against Kirishima’s. Whatever he was saying was going in one year, out the other.
“Kirishima. I have a question.” He mumbles, red eyes staring into Kirishima’s, that strange little half smile gracing his face.
“Hm? Yeah? What’s up?” Kirishima murmurs, eyes widening in fear. If he was caught, he’d never hear the end of it-
“Is there anything I can do to help you focus better? You seem so… off.” Katsuki frowns, biting his lower lip, frustrated.
“I’m sorry. I’m having a bad day, and I just-“
“Motivation.” Katsuki interjects, smiling. “If you can do 5 of these problems in a row correctly, you can ask me to do anything for you. Some limits, obviously, but still.”
Kirishima goes red, heart filling with the possibilities. Rather the one possibility.
He had been waiting for ages, hoping and praying Katsuki would just notice. But if he got these five right, he could just ask the man to kiss him. It was that easy.
He nods, scooting closer, their sides pressed against one another, a smile on his face. “Deal.”
He was, unfortunately, too late to see the deep blush that followed his touch with Katsuki.
His focus wasn’t really on the math. He was relying on whatever got him to this situation in the first place, pressed right against Katsuki and with any favor in his hands to use.
How does a man deal with that? ANY action? He had his idea from the second Katsuki suggested it, but it still made no sense as to why it would get suggested by Katsuki of all people.
-
For Katsuki, it was a lot different. If you had to pinpoint somewhere where he had fallen for Kirishima, it would be impossible.
It had been so gradual, like a small drop of water inching towards the place it was going to start to fall. And as it fell, it picked up more water, until it became a waterfall of emotions.
Is there a point where a pond becomes a lake? Because if so, that impossible point to find would be where Katsuki had fallen for Kirishima.
He was endlessly wonderful. And it was really stupid that he waited all the way until October 1st to do something about it.
Motivation? Really, Katsuki? That’s all you could do? Pray that he could inevitably struggle through all the questions and if, in the unlikely scenario he got them right, ask to kiss you?
He sat there in silence, just watching, like a Hawk. This was a stupid point to think back to everything they had in the past, but he couldn’t help it.
The time the stupid idiot held his hand, beckoning him up into the sky and to safety. He looked like an angel.
The time he begged Katsuki to be on his sports festival team, because who else could do it? Kirishima was obviously the best candidate.
His thoughts were swarmed with the man as the numbers and letters on the page began to dance as if taunting him. What was he going to do? What could a guy ever do about a situation like this?
Kirishima was getting them right, he vaguely noticed, as his eyes looked anywhere else but at the paper. He slowly scooted as close as he could, praying on everything that was holy this would just be over soon.
-
Kirishima knew he was getting them right. Sure, his head hurt, and everything was kind of foggy feeling because he had a really hard time focusing, but he was definitely getting the questions right.
When he finally finished the 5th one, he turns to Katsuki, smiling. “How’d I do, Bakugou?”
He looks over the paper, then nods. “Perfect. You’re- YOUR MATH- was done perfectly.” He fumbles over his words, something odd about his demeanor.
“So what are you planning to dare me to do?” Katsuki asks softly, eyes searching Kirishima’s with something that looked like dread and determination at the same time.
“You’re gonna think it’s really stupid.”
“Just tell me, Kirishima.”
“I want you to kiss me.”
There was a beat where Bakugou’s jaw dropped, utterly shocked to hear it. But after only a moment, he was leaning closer, eyes locked onto Kirishima’s with a determined glare.
“Fine then. As you wish.”
Kirishima can’t tell whether it’s a sinking or swelling kind of feeling in his chest as Katsuki leans in, forehead against his.
“Are you sure? This isn’t some joke, right?” Katsuki mumbles momentarily, a flash of worry coming through his words.
“No. Do it.” Kirishima says back firmly, a small smile on his face. “It would be really man-“
Before he could finish his words, soft lips were on him. Caramel is what he tasted like, Kirishima decided. The salty on the outside, sweet on the inside treat. Just like him.
For a moment, everything was still. Katsuki and Kirishima were locked in the embrace of the kiss, unable to think of anything else, until Kirishima had to break it to breathe. His breath was shallow, heart racing.
“…You’re not a terrible kisser.” Katsuki nods at him, his face flushed pink and eyes locked onto his lips.
“You’re great, man.” Kirishima manages to fumble out with nothing better to say. “Like. Great at kissing.” He clarifies.
Katsuki laughs, leaning his head on Kirishima’s shoulder, rolling his eyes. “You’re so stupid. Do you want me to stay over tonight?”
“Can we actually share the bed now that we’re…?” Kirishima trails off, unsure how to define what just happened.
“Yeah. Turn on a movie or something stupid like that.” Katsuki retorts, leaning back on the other’s bed and looking up at the ceiling.
“We have to do that again, though.”
“What?”
“Kissing.”