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 Kirishimas eyes twitched as bright light flashed between curtains and the wind lashed against glass outside. It took a second for him to open them enough to peer up at the digital clock above his head. He blinked at the upside-down numbers; a bit confused as to what he was actually there. The shelf was a bit to high up to clearly see, so with a huff he started turning, only to be held down by duvet and limbs wrapped tight around his middle. There were small grumbles from somewhere around his chest and his left side felt especially warm compared to the rest of him. A wet patch on his shirt was barely noticeable at first, but now he could feel it stick uncomfortably to skin right below his pecks. A lump of duvet covered light blond hair right above it and curled around his bedmates body, protecting him from the cold October air. Pinching the cowers between two fingers Kirishima carefully pulled the sheet away to expose tousled blonde hair and peachy skin to the room. Bakugous face laid nuzzled against his Crimson Riot shirt, the dark red and light beige features contrasting even in the dim lit room.

There was a moment of confusion before the redhead recalled why he’d be in the blonds bed. Right, He’d spent the night in Bakugous room after the lock on his door had failed late last night. Effectively locking him out of his own room. He’d have to ask Aizawa how to fix that later on. With one hand running through the blond mess on his chest Kirishima laid back with a heavy sigh. He could still not see the time clearly, but something told him it was way too early to get up yet. He usually woke up around 6 to get in a run and some weight training before school, but he was feeling way too tired for it to be bright outside. Listening to the sounds of the world outside it didn’t sound like it would be bright either. Wind and rain hammered down out there and rumbling of thunder could be heard from far away.

One hand still raking through blond locks, his free one reached up to rummage the shelf above. Calloused fingers stroked over books and wood in search of his phone. There was a small groan when fingers moved over nape and stroked the hairs wrong, or because he’d shifted too much, but mostly the other was quiet against Kirishimas chest. The blond was unusually clingy in his sleep, often complaining about it being too cold in the morning. Not that Kirishima minded. He loved the tiny moments Bakugou would show affection. When he let his guard down enough to be cuddled. Or the more frequent hand holding, however unconsciously done. The boy was so handsome when he gave those little smiles, smug and teasing. Kirishima loved them. He loved those deep red eyes and bushy brows that scrunched up at almost anything. The way his bottom lip protruded slightly or pursed together when he tried not to be insensitive.

The hand searching for his phone had almost stilled as the redhead took everything in. All the little twitches of Bakugous face and body. How he smelled and felt under his fingers as they stroked from the crown of his head and down to his shoulder blades. Kirishima loved it all. Even as Bakugou drooled on his shirt from the nightguard keeping his teeth from grinding together. He didn’t want to disturb him.

The urge to just stay there and watch was strong, but he didn’t know if there was time to stay for long. With an arm tight around the blonds shoulders, careful not to wake him, Kirishima flexed his abdomen enough to peer up on the shelf, scanning it for his phone only to stop dead at the digital clock. It read 04:37. In the morning. Damn, that was way too early, but now he was too awake to go back to sleep. Even if he got up and trained for longer, he couldn’t run outside because of the rain, and it would be rude for everyone else if he used the halls and stairway to run so early. The earliest anyone else got up was around 5.30, and that would only be Iida and maybe Midoriya and Ojiro. Kirishima usually bumped into them on his runs, either finishing up their own or starting. Not everyone in the dorms appreciated an early exercise, but most would be up before he got back to shower at 7. By then Bakugou would be up and waiting in the kitchen. Bakugou had gotten into the habit of cooking for him, and sometimes even their closest friends, in the morning. He’d stand sleepy eyed over the stove and make them something amazing. Kirishima would savour every bite even while he scuffled it down. They would get ready and walk together to class by 7.45. Even if Kirishima often got short on time and they had to rush, Bakugou would wait for him. He might wake up later in the morning and only did light exercise and stretched before eating, but Bakugou always waited for him.

Kirishima had learned early on how to read Bakugous moods. He might act like a grumpy puppy early in the mornings, but it was also the best time to get affection. A lazily placed arm wouldn’t be thrown off and he could hang over blasty all he wanted as long as there weren’t too many people nearby. The day before he’d even managed hug him from behind all while the boy made them breakfast.

The memory prompted a chuckle. Bakugou had been adorable with how he’d held up a spoonful for Kirishima to taste. Not bothered at all by their closeness. Kirishima fingers moved gently. Tracing an ear and down his jaw until he could poke at the plastic in the teens mouth. The drool gathering on his shirt steadily increased because of it, and the grin on his face grew with it. It was funny how messy Bakugou got in his sleep. Not that the redhead was much better, but to drool all over someone else was a bit more fun than to chew through ones pillow in the middle of the night.

The pillows and sheets would be dishevelled as he tended to move quite a bit throughout the night, but he’d never woken by rolling into the wall or onto the floor. Bakugou might deny it, but the walls weren’t that thick and Kirishima had heard and seen him do it more than once.

Huddling the blond closer to his chest Kirishima buried his face in dandelion hair. It smelled of citrus soap from their bath last night, with a hint of Bakugous own scent underneath. Sweet and a little spicy, like burnt caramel. Maybe he should just stay there and smell him until the alarm rung. He could just exercise later. He could stay there and cuddle his best friend. Cuddle and sniff him until the alarm rung. That was not weird in the least. Not at all. No, he probably shouldn’t do that, but a little bit more wouldn’t hurt.

Minutes went by before he shifted back and relaxed into the sheets with the blond against his shoulder. He looked so relaxed there. It was close to a look of absolute innocence on his face as he slept. Completely opposite to his usual expression. Kirishima wanted to see him like that in the daytime as well, without any stress, anger or tension. A finger poked between the others brows, pushing them down in a frown before releasing and getting an actual frown in response before Bakugou relaxed again. The blonds default expression might be a grumpy one, but Kirishimas favourite was the rare smile he sometimes gave. He’d snap at anyone that pointed it out. So Kirishima never did. He’d done it once before, and the look he’d gotten back was enough to make him regret it for a week.

Bakugous crooked, almost awkward, but always genuine, smiles. He loved them. From the bottom of his heart. Especially the ones that were aimed towards him. Bakugou might not stand being looked at as soft and gently, but Kirishima knew he was. Sure he was incredibly manly, strong and independent, but Kirishima wanted in behind the prickly protective shields. The ones he still kept up to keep from being hurt or from anyone getting too close.

If only Bakugou would let him in then the redhead might be able to tell him. If Bakugou would depend on him and let himself be weak around him, then Kirishima could find the courage to be more to him.

Finger traced over brows and nose, down his cheek to soft, slightly chapped, lips. There was a new spot of saliva at his shoulder now, but it didn’t matter. He could feel the thin plastic over teeth, Bakugous lips barely touched over the nightguard, but the blond always used them after his dentist threatened with braces if he didn’t. They were supposed to keep him from clenching and grinding his teeth at night. Most of his molars were already in pretty bad shape from how much he did it daily, and so to keep him from continuing at night the nightguard was the best solution.

Kirishimas fingers traced over them lazily, his other hand continuing it’s administrations of raking through hair at his nape. He was careful not to stir the other from his sleep. Touch soft as he stroked and caressed. Barely touching. He wanted to kiss those lips. Even with drool, plastic guard and morning breath, he wanted to press their lips together every morning. He wanted the sappy stories from movies and stories where they laid in bed together with soft whispers of love and teeth-rotting sweetness. Even if it would never work that way, blasty McSplode being the angry goblin he was. It would most likely stay the same. But it was alright to dream, Bakugou was still the manliest most amazing person he knew.

Kirishima cupped the others face, tilting it just enough to get a good look. Long lashes that turned lighter towards the tips touched rosy porcelain. A few light freckles scattered around his face down his shoulders, and a barely noticeable tanline of his hero mask stood as proof of being outside most of the time. They were too light for him to see in the dark, but Kirishima had it memorised until he could outline them with his eyes closed. He had them too, the hero outfit showing up on his skin in lines of pale skin compared to the rest of his summer tan. They all did at times, the whole class, but Bakugou almost never tanned, so you’d really have to look to see them, but the skin on his cheeks to his neck were darker, ending in a nice V shape right down to the cleft between his pecks.

His fingers traced the outline until he felt a shudder run through the other. A small hitch in his breath and a sigh in response to the finger continuing down the middle of his chest and then up back over the tank top.

Kirishima traced over the tops edges and down one shoulder. His mind mapped out the patterns as he outlined the lines on his arm and down his chest. The muscle underneath was firm, but surprisingly soft. His fingers continued their path down ribs and the skull pattern on the front. Down his relaxed stomach to a bellybutton where the top bunched up to expose warm skin. If he continued any further, he’d feel the sparse hair and line of underwear. If he followed that line his hand would end at Bakugous back dimples and his tailbone. He could go up from there to trace his spine, or down towards the plump muscle of his behind. His own breath felt heavy at the thought. He’d caught himself too many times staring at the blonds body, wondering how it would feel to touch where he didn’t dare. Bakugou might not believe it was an accident if he groped his rear or his chest. It wasn’t like touching his arm or patting him on the knee when they sat together. If he asked then the blond might be disgusted and cuss at him, but if it was in their sleep then he might get away with it, just a little.

Too occupied with his own train of thought Kirishima didn’t notice the stare from between dark lashes and knitted brows. The way they twisted in confusion at the hand that hovered right above the shirts hem. The redhead jumped as his hand was grabbed and warm breath stroked his neck with a muffled question.

“What time is it?” Bakugou didn’t move away. He just laid there, eyes closed and hand gripping Kirishimas wrist.

A pause and having to swallow the lump in his throat Kirishima answered “Early”

The explosive blond Shifted up to peer at his alarm and let out a loud groan at the time. There was a standoff with the numbers shifting one more minute before Bakugou plopped back down onto the mattress and rolled over. With Kirishimas arm as hostage he effectively trapped him as the big spoon, “Go to sleep.”

There was no other reaction. Bakugou had decided it was too early and within seconds his breath steadied as if he was back to sleep. Kirishima was wide awake by then. Too distracted by how their hands fit together perfectly. The new position gave him a perfect spot to nuzzle into Bakugous nape, and Kirishimas body moulded against his back like a blanket. Bakugou might be taller and a few months older, but Kirishimas shoulders were broader and wider. Built for strength and stability. It felt good when he pressed up close to the others body. He fit perfectly in the redheads arms. A slim frame, lean and well sculpted with a minimum of baby fat left. As if he was made for speed and flexibility. Even if the blonde usually helped and pushed him to try doing different exercises and to stretch well, Kirishima was far away from anything close to his best friends flexibleness. Kirishima swore he’d seen the other go into a split with no problem once while they stretched after a workout.

If only he could be that pliable to feelings. Then Kirishima might be able to confess. He wanted so much more than their current bromance. He’d be able to hold him close while they were awake and maybe even outside their rooms without the awkwardness Bakugou got when he was awake. If they were together, he could do everything a couple could without feeling guilty about his thoughts. He could touch him even more. He could give him kisses. Mark him as his own and act as possessive as he felt without anyone believing him to be weird. Bakugou might not want to go public, but it would be hard to keep secret. Kirishima wanted to leave love bites and kisses and cuddle on the couch. To make out on the couch and cup a feel. They’d retreat to their rooms before it got too far. Aizawa or Iida might stop them before the kisses even began, but it wouldn’t matter. They’d just continue in the elevator then rush down the hallway to either of their rooms. He’d undress Bakugou just inside the door while their lips fought for supremacy. He could hold him up against the wall and keep going until they stumbled for air or towards the bed. He’d have Bakugou moan his name the whole night, if some of their dorm-mates heard it wouldn’t matter. They’d know who he belonged to and so might let them be. Bakugou would deny how he ground against him. How he gripped him with trembling hands and begged for more of the pleasure Kirishima gave him, but it didn’t matter. It was all for Kirishima and everyone else could go fuck themselves.

His eyes closed and face nuzzled into blonde hair, Kirishimas hips bucked forward in imitation to his imagination. A low growl spilled from his lips in warning when Bakugou moved towards the wall. The blonde didn’t show any signs of having woken from it, so Kirishima held on. With his mind running wild he moved the blonds hips with his own. Slow and steady they moved as one. Sharp teeth graced skin and his hands moved from Bakugous to cup a thigh. His other hand held onto blond tresses to keep the blonds neck exposed for him to do nip and kiss at. He bucked up as his hand pulled down and the blonds breath hitched in response before it returned to normal.

Bakugou was his, and he loved Kirishima being a little rough. Even in training he looked pleased when the redhead had him pinned while fighting. He blushed when Kirishima growled and he teased him constantly just to get a rise out of the redhead. He’d told him to stop being so meek all the time and to stop asking for everything. To do what he wanted and be more confident in himself. Bakugou liked confidence. Manly and dominant people that fought for what they believed. Kirishima would show him how good he could be. That he was the best. That Kirishima was the only one for him.

Curled around the blond, he gripped Bakugous waist. His nose buried in his nape as he inhaled the smoky sweet scent there. He couldn’t help how his hips moved. How his legs tangled with longer paler ones to keep the other in position. The cold wall wouldn’t be comfortable to press up against, but Bakugou was already pretty close to it.

Teeth graced against fabric and Kirishimas body rocked them slowly with the beat of his own heartbeat. It felt so wrong to do towards his friend, but it felt incredible to be able to rub against Bakugou. Even with two pairs of underwear and one pair of sweats between them, Bakugous plump and round cheeks invited him to press against them and sink in between them. The way he twitched and moved against his hardness made it hard to keep steady. Bakugous loose pants were already sliding down his ass to give Kirishima access. Bakugou teased him. He was teasing about warm tightness just beyond fabric.

Some people used the ass in porn. Kirishima had seen enough to know. There wasn’t a problem if one of them weren’t a woman. There was a hole between his legs that could take a dick. There was even a place deep inside where guys would feel amazing if the porn he’d seen was anything to go by.

 In the manga Mina had there were more than a few books that had the bottom crying in pleasure at having a dick pushed inside them. In reality it might be too tight to do that, but as he thrust between the cheeks Kirishima could feel the muscle move against him. It gave in just the slightest as he pressed and the blonde flinched when he tried a little more, but even with two boxers between them he felt like he might accidentally slip and get buried so deep he would leave an imprint.

The thought had him growl and buck harder. It would feel amazing if he could do that. His hand gripped flesh and ran nails over hipbone until he could cup a cheek. He wouldn’t go too far, just spread them a little until he could feel it. His fingers wouldn’t go inside, he would just touch him a little. Bakugou didn’t need to know of Kirishimas perversions. He wasn’t doing anything bad, he’d just take a moment to feel what it would be like. It was wrong towards his friend, but the way Bakugous cheeks gave way and how his fingers dipped against the hole Kirishima almost threw all reason away. He wanted to be inside. Bakugou would kill him, but he wanted to do it so bad.

“Good… Good Katsuki. So loose from being fingered every night. You thought of me, didn’t you? It’s so warm. Twitching and begging for my cock.” He could imagine the explosive man write beneath him, legs spread wide while he pulled him in. Silently or even verbally inviting Kirishima to touch him. He’d grind up against his dick to try to get him to hurry up. Bakugou would swear at him for taking too long. Kirishima would have to pin him down with kisses and touches until they could do it properly.

Kirishima ground against the hole spread by his hand, “You like it when I do this.”  Bakugou would moan loudly once he was inside. The image had small shudders of hardening run over his skin. He had to grip fabric and flesh hard to keep from releasing right then and there. The sounds Bakugou made at his grip didn’t help much to calm him down either.

With a deep breath he released the mound. It bounced back from being pulled taut with a tiny jiggle. He watched it do it again, lifting it with his palm and releasing. His hand moved and squeezed the cheek in this and that way only to watch how it rebound and sprung back. A finger sliding beneath the legs hem he pulled up until he spotted pale skin above tanlines from the beach. Maybe he was going too far, but the urge to do it was too hard to resist. He needed to see how it looked without the fabric in the way. Hand lifted at the wrist he let it drop with a light pat. There was barely any reaction so he pulled it a smidge higher and higher with each time to get the cheeks to jiggle and move. The pats turned to slaps and there was a sound as he hit with more power and speed. The slap resounded around the room loudly as Kirishima watched a pinking cheek vibrate from impact. Thunder rumbled outside their window an almost drowned out the sound, but he could hear it. He raised his hand to deliver another only to freeze mid swing as Bakugous hand swatted back towards him and his body started to move away. He could spot a glimpse of red under Bakugous arm and then it was gone. Kirishima held his breath. Was Bakugou awake? He would be dead if that were the case.

The redhead watched for a moment as Bakugou got comfortable again. He nuzzled into Kirishimas bicep and his hands pulled sheets tight back around them. Maybe it was a trick of his mind, but the blond didn’t do seem to have woken up. Still, he might have gone too far with spanking him in his sleep. Kirishima cupped the cheek in his hand, gently this time as he massaged and rubbed the pink skin. He wouldn’t be too rough, he had to make sure not to hurt the other. His hips rolled back into place and the slight hum he got in response almost had him dig his nails back in. Bakugou didn’t mind. He liked the soft side of Kirishima as well. He could be rough or soft towards the blond and he’d accept it all. Bakugou was so cute, so manly and adorable at the same time. He’d act submissive and pliable for Kirishima only. If anyone else saw then Kirishima might not be able to be so nice. Bakugou would only be like that with him. He’d be crass with anyone else, but only tease towards Kirishima.

“Yes. You like that? So good for me, but such a dirty mouth. Maybe I should wash it out… Wha- wash it with my cock and seed. That would make you so happy. So, so happy you wouldn’t be mean again” He kissed up the others nape with each word. His teeth nipped a lobe as he continued to whisper, “Or maybe you would do it again just to tease me. You like this, babe? You like me being rough with you?” Hand gripped fabric tight and tugged the blonds hips back to meet his own. His cock almost embedded itself in the cleft and he was sure there were claw marks in Bakugous skin and underwear, but Bakugou didn’t move away and that was all he needed to continue.

“Pushing all your buttons and making you- um, making you moan. You like that?” Barely able to hold back Kirishima speed up. The bed creaked and their hips smacked loud as he held on. Like a dog he slammed against the clothed hole in hope of release. His skin hardened in shudders as he felt close. There were hands against his arm, gripping his hair and he could feel blood on his tongue. The sharp gasp of pain was drowned out by a bombarding of explosions and trashing limbs. Then he hit the floor.

“OW! Shitty hair! What the fuck Eiji!?!” Bakugou glared at him from above him. His palms popped dangerously a few times. Flashes of light from behind the curtain highlighting the blonde in flashes just like his explosions did while Kirishima couldn’t do more than stare from the floor. His mouth opened and closed in search of something to say only come up with a squeak. The blush rose unbidden and Kirishima scrambled to get up and out the door, slamming it behind him before Bakugou could utter another word. He was dead. He was so dead.

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Kirishima didn’t get much further than the hallway before being thwarted with another problem. His door didn’t open. The stupid lock wouldn’t budge and Bakugou cold step out of his room any minute after realising why his back was wet and sticky, or why he had marks on his body. Kirishima couldn’t risk him or anyone else see him stand there in his underwear stained with semen and drool spots on his shirt. He couldn’t go to Aizawa and ask him to fix it because then the teacher would see the stain and that might be even more embarrassing than one of his classmates. There was no other choice than to wrestle his way inside. He’d just have to pay for it later.

With a deep breath he pushed with all his strength until he heard the crack. The door opened and he was inside. He might not be able to lock it now, but he still couldn’t hear Bakugou, so he had time to grab his uniform and bag. He’d just take a shower downstairs and stuff the clothes in the wash before school. The canteen would be open at 6 so he could eat there and then could just avoid Bakugou for the day. He’d be fine if he apologised after the blond had calmed down.

Kirishima cursed himself for being so stupid. He rushed past the blonds door down the hall and stairs. With no soul awake in their dorm he wasn’t spotted and could clean up without a question. Aizawa might be up, but the teacher had his own suite and didn’t use the students accommodations so it was fine. Iida might be up soon and Kirishima could run into Bakugou. If he stayed at the dorms for too long. Dressed in his uniform and hair done he looked around the common rooms for the dandelion head as he slipped out into the rain. He hadn’t noticed how bad it was until he stood there. Rain and wind whipped at his face even before he was out the door. An umbrella would do little to nothing and to walk upstairs again would mean Bakugou could catch him. The rain would be a lesser evil. He had time to dry off before class.

The cafeteria had yet to open. A large clock on the wall inside stated he had another 10 minutes before it did. Workers busied themselves behind the doors windowpane, piling food at the buffet and doing a last cleaning of the room before self-serve started. He’d get a quick meal then he was off to the classroom.

Sadly, it wasn’t one of their intern study days and so he would have to sit in the classroom, a few seats behind the one he feared to face. The memory flashed in his mind. Bakugou had sounded mad. He’d tried to explode him first thing after waking up. Still, his fingers had their own memories fresh at the surface and it had shudders run down his spine. Maybe Bakugou had been awake earlier, he’d let him do as he pleased, but that couldn’t be. His pride would be too big to let something like that happen and not react. Bakugou would have flipped them around, he’d take control and give Kirishima a piece of his mind. That didn’t sound too bad either. He could imagine the blond bouncing on his lap after pinning him down. It wouldn’t take long for him to blow if he did. No. He shouldn’t be thinking of it right after what he had done. Running out like that after creaming his and Bakugous pants.

The eggs tasted sour in his mouth. Lunch Rush would scowl him if he saw the redhead eating his food so solemnly, but it didn’t matter. Kirishimas tastebuds reeked with shame and every bite had him sinking deeper into his chair. Breakfast was awful.

He got up before any of his classmates or friends had gotten to the cafeteria, hoping that he wouldn’t bump into anyone on his way to the classroom. He took the stairs up to the third years classrooms, using the cardio as replacement of his morning workout. It didn’t take that long, but at least he’d cut off some of the time waiting for classes to start.

Hand on the handle he let out a deep sigh as the door didn’t budge. However hard he tugged or pulled nothing happened. The doors were meant to last.

“Oh come on!” he cried out in frustration. His head hitting wood in a rhythmic fashion as he slid down to the floor. He just wanted to sit down and get on with the day. Have it end so he could go to Fat Gums tomorrow and not have to worry about bumping into Bakugou at every single moment.

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“Kirishima-kun! Good morning to you!” It took another hour and 20 minutes before Iida showed up, always the precise one. Always early and proper. It had his eyes prickle and a frown tug at his lips. The smile forced upon them instead was one of practice. A deep breath an pearly whites on display he turned towards the class president,

“Morning Iida! Man, I rushed here for nothing and got here way too early” He joked, his voice light and airy as he rubbed the back of his neck and stood. “The storm out there really had me thinking it was later and since nobody was up, I thought I was so late” His words exaggerated he sauntered inside after Iida. Bag smacking against his thigh all the while. He just had to tell himself that everything was fine and it would be. Nobody had to know how he really felt. How his mind jostled between emotions and smacked him down every time he thought about what had transpired that morning. He just had to keep smiling and all would be good. His nails dug into his desk as he sat, writing utensils soon out and clattering onto his desk he rambled on about how the weather had been unbearable and woke him up. He was certain the other didn’t mind a bit of banter, so when he glanced up to see why Iida kept quiet, he froze.

“Kirishima-kun…” Iida stared him down with barely concealed concern from a few seats down. He hadn’t eve sat down yet his eyes glued to the way Kirishimas hands gripped his pencil case, “If you have any trouble, I am willing to listen and give my advice to the best of my abilities. Please don’t hesitate” square hand tapped the seat beside him and Kirishima almost felt tempted to take it.

“No, no…” he paused, the grin on his face stiff as his eyes darted down to look at anything but the spectacled man, “It’s nothing much. I just – It’s just a small argument,” It didn’t seem to appease the others stare. If anything, it had him look even more willing to help. “Go on.”

Kirishimas grumble had him shift even closer and with one hand in spiked red hair Kirishima leaned against his desk as he debated how much he really should say or not say. “I did something that wasn’t exactly hero like. Bakugou might hate me for it””

The court nod and hum of understanding had his eye twitch in annoyance. Iida looked like he contemplated something before he settled on what to say “I believe that is impossible. But fear not Kirishima-kun, you’ll be able to make up in no time. So cheer up and talk it out. I will be here to guide you in the right direction. For friendship is something most important!”

“Yeah, right… thank you class pres.” the laced sarcasm and scowl at the end had the bigger boys frown, a disgruntled look on his face as he waited for Kirishima to elaborate. He didn’t.

An awkward silence later Iida deflated into his seat, giving up for now. Iida wasn’t stupid, he knew where he wasn’t wanted and the redhead clearly didn’t want to talk about it.

Not that he could talk about it, not with one of the most uptight and righteous guys in class, but Kirishima felt grateful that he tried. If it was something else, he’d likely ask him in the future.

There was still an hour left until class started and Kirishima really didn’t feel like doing any schoolwork just to pass the time like Iida had decided to do. His hand rustled through his pockets in an attempt to fish out his phone. Nothing. His bag turned up just as empty, no phone in sight.

Damnit, he’d forgotten it in the haste that morning. In Bakugous room. No, seriously dammit. That would mean he’d either have to go back there or talk to Bakugou to get it back. Maybe he should just get a new phone instead, yes, definitely the better option, but then again, his phone had irreplaceable things on it. Like photos and texts and stuff. He’d even gotten to level 2058 on candy crush on that thing.

He should just ask his friend if he could get it back, like a man, yes. He should do that; he really should do that.

There was no way he could do that. Where was he even supposed to begin? “Hey Bakubro, I kinda forgot my phone in your room after I humped you in your sleep and then ran away”? That wouldn’t fly. A bit more casual maybe “Bakugou. I forgot my phone, have you seen it?” then he’d get a face full of explosions and his phone would be lost forever. No there was no way to get it without some kind of discomfort brewing between them from his absolutely stupid hormones going overboard.

Too distracted by his own mind Kirishima didn’t even notice the time fly by and was jolted back to reality at the door bursting open and his classmates filing in, loud chatter and laughter filling the room as most looked like drenched dogs from the horrid weather that slammed against the windows. But even as people flooded in his direction towards their seats Kirishimas were glued to one particle student stepping inside the room. Hands in pockets and shoulders up to his ears he had wrapped up in a thick scarf as he slumped down the rows of seats, eyes murderous as they bore down on him, staring straight into the redheads soul.  Maybe he should just get a new phone.

Steeling himself for the income of an atomic bomb Kirishimas fingers hardened around the table edges and his back slouched into his chair as he watched the blonde walk towards him. The closer he got the harder it became to breathe, the air like needless against his lungs and throat. Legs trembling under his desk he could barely hear anything besides the blood rushing through his veins and everything around felt like it disappeared. Any moment now and he’d be publicly beheaded.

Kirishima hadn’t realized he’d closed his eyes before blood hit his tongue, sharp, metallic and warm, but not from the punch he was expecting. Peering up he didn’t spot the ashy blonde before him. Mostly because Kaminari and Sero were blocking him in, looking horrified, and slightly intrigued.

“Dude, turn that off will you?!” Sero had a hand on his arm, eyes on the damage Kirishima had already made to the desk beneath it.

“What the hell just happened?!” yelling in a hushed voice Kaminari gestured wildly between Bakugou, sitting snug in his own seat, and Kirishima who slowly released and relaxed his hardened skin. There were dents in his desk and a bit of his shirt had ripped, a button at his chest missing. Prying teeth from his lip, the redhead tongued at the cut he made. Bakugou wasn’t even looking back. He just sat there, waiting for class to start.

Maybe it wasn’t such a big deal, maybe the blonde had written it off as morning wood and nothing more. Like Kirishima was just regular 17 year old with too much built up. He was. He had to really go all out at the gym to keep it in his pants most of the day, but that still didn’t excuse what he had done. There must be something wrong with him, and Bakugou didn’t mind. That or he was planning murder in the scariest way, quietly.

Grin plastered on his face; Kirishima sheepishly shrugged at the two. Laughing it off as nothing until they backed off.

Breathing a sigh of relief the redhead watched Aizawa walk in to start the lecture in his usual drowsy way. Kirishimas eyes flashed over to his friend as he turned to get his books. Bakugou had his head in his hands, ignoring everything around him as he listened to the teacher talk. His stomach turned as he wondered if everything was going to turn out alright.

Hand in his bag, the redhead jolted at the touch of cool glass and plastic. His phone lay perfectly still, right at the top, no harm done to it.

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Things seemed to settle down in Kirishimas mind once third period rolled in. Math and English had seemed like they merged together and he had enough to focus on throughout the lessons with formal speech and graphs finding x. His head boiled by the last page of exercises and with a look around the room Kirishima could see that there were more than him struggling at the formulas.  

The sun had come back out and warmed up the school just in time for lunch when it happened. Packing up Midoriya had reached out in front for his copy of homework and spotted red splotches steadily spreading at his childhood friends collar.

“Kacchan! You’re bleeding!” homework forgotten Midoriya shot up from his chair to grip the blondes uniform jacket, tugging fabric out of the way to get a better look at the spotted band aids with sloppy application, hiding deep puncture marks at the junction between shoulder and nape. The bleeding wasn’t all that heavy, but it was enough to have seeped through the bandages and into fabric.

Midoriya didn’t get a much better view before Bakugou slapped his hands away with a growl, pulling his collar up and as an afterthought put his scarf back on. “Fuck off nerd! It’s none of yours.”

Even if they had gotten friendlier over the years, Bakugou starting to call him by name instead of insults most of the time. They still had a large rivalry and would butt heads and provoke one another over silly things. At least the freckled boy learned to stand up for himself and not mind whatever the blonde said, which had Bakugou backing off more often than not.

Papers shoved at him Midoriya eyed the scarf as Bakugou left him alone, the Bakusquad not far behind. Kirishima could see the cogs turn behind green curls as he passed. It didn’t sit right with him.

Midoriya stared all the way through lunch, stalking their friend group and settling at a table nearby with his own group. Bakugou could feel the eyes on his neck, and everyone had caught on soon enough. Cheeks stuffed full Kaminaris head tilted so he could see their classmate a few seats back, mumbling to himself and eyes on their explosive blond. He quipped in with a “Did you manage to piss off Izuku? What did you do, Kacchan!?” before promptly shutting up at Bakugous glare.

Hero politics had been the worst. Since the other sat right behind him and their teacher kept a strict no talking rule Bakugou couldn’t really do anything to get him to stop. The scribble of a pen when he moved in slight discomfort, distracted more than the actual stare itself, and it was burning him up.

Luckily he could burn up all the anger that had built up during the day at hero training. Bakugou let it all out even while warming up. Scaring classmates left and right with his biggest explosions and launching himself with far more force than needed. It felt great. Noone bothered him when he let loose, seeing exactly how far he could get without gauntlets and with what his mind threw at him.

All but Midoriya, which still kept close and observed every little flinch or flex of the blondes body. That just seemed like pouring gasoline on the flames. Even Kirishima felt he shouldn’t step to close or he might end up being blown away by accident.

To finish up class they were doing a marathon through the mazes of training ground, each person getting personalized obstacles to face while they had to quickly make their way to goal and hand the baton off to the next person. Bakugous ended it in under 10 minutes, without any major minus pints, and they were quick to join those waiting their turn and those that had finished.

Mina and Sero already waiting for him by the screen. Gathered together to watch the next people starting. Bakugou let himself sink to the ground with his water bottle, the cool plastic pressed against his neck and arms as he caught his breath. The throbbing in his hands told him he might have gone a bit to hard with some explosions, but it wasn’t anything major. Kaminari plopped down beside them not long after, heaving for breath and ready to collapse. “Damn, that was intense… Suki. Give me a lap pillow please~?” He whined as he hugged the tallers arm, a finger poking into his side until he got pushed away with a grunt.

“Dow, don’t be like that… Miiinaaa~ Seroo~ let me rest on you a bit.” Kaminari wobbled over on his knees to the two, using Sero as his backrest and legs splayed out against the tiles beneath them. “I’m beat.” Sero just handed him his bottle and let the boy rest, still quite whipped himself from his run.

It didn’t take long before Kaminari to open his mouth, and break the silence “What is up with you and Izuki? Are you fighting again?” Golden eyes left the screen to see Bakugous own glued to it. Kirishima had just gotten a face full of mud as he tried to climb a slippery slope, the terrain kept moving under his feet and made him trip just a few meters from the finishing line. Jiro looked like she had trouble figuring out how to take down the robot before her, and Midoriya stood at the start of the maze Kaminari finished.

“I didn’t do anything, dunce face. He’s the one getting on my nerves with his fucking nosiness.” His voice barely held any threat as he leaned back to watch Kirishima finish. The redhead just a few seconds behind his own time.

“Oh, come on. We both know that you had a lovers spat. We can see the hickey on your neck. You dog!” Mina joked. Her fingers hooked at his collar so they could all see the bandages behind.

She stared with obvious mirth as he flushed red, a hand up to swat her away “Fuck off”

Sero and Kaminari watched with raised brows, not about to get too close in case their friend would reignite, but still watching on to state their curiosity. “Did you hurt yourself training or something? Maybe you should have gone to see Recovery girl before class started” Seros comment was meant as concern, but he only got a glare in return.

“What did you even do? It looks like a dog bit you” Minas hands were still poking at his bandage, not faced with how the blonde kept wriggling away or growled at her to stay off it.

“You got bit?!” Kaminaris outburst barely made it out before he was drowned out by another. “It was an accident!” Kirishima stood beside them, dripping in mud and looking like the world had just chewed him up and spat him back out again. “I’m sorry, Bakugou! I really didn’t mean to and it was an accident, really, I’m so sorry!” he wobbled as he bowed deep, arms rigid at his sides as the silence stretched wide.

“Are you kidding me?” It was Sero that broke it quickly followed by Minas squeals of joy and a “what?” from Kaminari. Bakugou hadn’t said anything. Only stared when Kirishimas head rose to look at him. Then scoffed as he looked away. Mina, quick to her legs had him in a bear hug as she bounced and squealed her congratulations. “Are you guy’s dating now? Officially?! Baku, Kiri! You sly dogs should have told us!” Her enthusiasm didn’t carry too far. “Too bad for Midoriya, but seems you’re all taken now, Bakubro”

“Exuce you?” crimson eyes pierced the pinkette as she winked towards the fuming blonde, “Yeah. You two always had this enemies to lovers thing going on, I was certain something was going on behind the scenes when you started calling him Izuku. You don’t even call us by our first names” She danced her way back to her seat, an arm slung around the blonds shoulders, “But now with you and Kiri all hot and heavy I guess that ship’s sailed. Or were you planning to have both? Huh, Kat-su-ki?” Kirishimas felt the pang in his chest at the thought. A water bottle creaking in mercy in his hand as he sat down beside his friend.

“NO! I’m not dating anyone! Shut up!” Bakugous yelling was a lot louder than Kirishimas quiet “We’re not like that, Mina. Stop riling him up” 

“Whaaat? But you two are so cute. Bakubro, you shouldn’t hold back your feelings like that” Mina leaned against the redhead, pouting at the two. A malicious glint still sparkling in her eyes.

“You- We’re not! Shut up, Shut the fuck off!” in his outburst the Bakugou pushed himself up from the ground. His steps heavy as he stomped off towards the locker rooms, ignoring the laughter and hushed whispering behind him from the rest of the squad.

he ignored them for the rest of class. Deciding to stand by himself and stretch until Aizawa called them in for a briefing and then dismissed them for the showers.

Back in the locker rooms Bakugou had had enough. Midoriyas stare was back on him. The greenhead stepping way closer than he normally would as they changed.

Most of the guys were already leaving for the showers or getting dressed so they could head to the dorms and take one in their private bathroom instead, but the nerd just stood there with his hero costume still on, his eyebrows knit in concern as he watched Bakugous back. His shirt bulled on the tape as he pulled up his shirt and Midoriya stepped closer to see and in turn stepped on the blondes nerves.

“Do you need something, Deku” spitting out his words, Bakugou didn’t look back as he pulled his undershirt on before even taking off his arm supporters, the gaze prickled at his back making him feel uncomfortable and his breath laboured in an attempt to stifle his anger.

“It seems really bad.” The concern had him grip his locker a little bit tighter, his teeth rolling cheek between them as he bit back a retort, “You should get Recovery Girl to look at it. Kacchan, even a strong hero needs to take care of ones injuries. What happened?”

“Nothing. Just leave it” His eyes clamped shut and teeth biting his cheek Bakugou tried his best to tune the other out, keep it together and not yell at him. Just ignore him.

”I didn’t see any other injuries, but then- Kacchan? Are you ok?” Bent forward to get a look at his childhood friends face Deku jumped back in surprise at the expression he found “Are there more?! Did you properly take care of any cuts? That one on your neck is barely covered, so those you can’t see and reach must have been left bleeding, right?! Class was really hard today so you must be hurting a whole lot. I’ll help you apply some bandages and look for infections. Now, let me see!” he had barely asked for permission before his hands stuffed themselves up Bakugous shirt, feeling for cuts or bandages while he ignored the yells of surprise and tiny explosions his way.

“I’m fine! I don’t need treatment! It’s not a big deal, so shut the fuck up! And I don’t have any of that so stop it!”

Using more force than was necessary the greenhead didn’t realize how close he was to undressing the other, pushing him up against the locker while his hands searched every inch of skin from hips to the front he couldn’t yet see. Bakugou yelling his protest fell on deaf ears, the other barely apologizing under his breath while keeping up the search. Trying to push the smaller boy off didn’t help much either, his muscles tired from going all out in training and hands cramping from overusing his explosions. Getting more flustered by the second Katsuki opted for elbowing the other only to have his waistband tugged, red lines littered his hips and waist, and it only heightened Midoriyas worries.

Everyone else left in the room merely sat back, staring. Not sure if they should intervene or laugh it off or what else to do they just stared. For Kirishima it was like a punch to the gut. Noone, but him, should get to touch his Katsuki like that.

The punch didn’t register before skin touched skin. His fist driving itself into Midoriyas cheek. Kirishima yelled loud enough to drown out everyones surprise. A mighty crack and tumble resounded through the room, followed by Kirishima being slammed back against the lockers by Sero, Kaminari and Tokoyami. Todoroki knelt by Midoriya on the floor to make sure he was alright, all the while keeping an eye on the redhead.

Aizawa was there before they knew it, looking from one group to the next. Ready to break up a fight, but deflating into confusion at the state they were in.

“Would anyone care to explain?!” glancing between the boys, a few student stood around in towels or half dressed. Midoriya clutched his face on the floor. Bakugou stood visibly flustered and equally confuse. Kirishima, on knees, looked like he had just kicked a puppy, a few hands at his shoulders in case anything more were to happen. “Well?” his voice boomed through the room and soon enough there were people pointing and fumbling as people tried to explain.

“I-I just… I didn’t mean to! I’m so sorry Izuku! It was just- you were using your quirk and it looked bad! Everything kind of went to fast and you kept pushing even while he was saying no! Dude, you shouldn’t- It was like you were forcing him to- I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t mean to. Please don’t hate me. I’m sorry” gasping for breath the redhead couldn’t keep still as he tried to explain, his eyes filled with tears and head hung his fists wiped unshed tears from cheeks and eyes.

Midoriyas legs shook lightly as he stood, his throat dry as he tried to speak. “Kirishima-kun… did- um. It’s ok. I’m sorry for being so forceful. Right. Sorry Kacchan, I was a little too nosy. I-I think I should go to recovery girl myself. So… um, you just go if you feel like it. Ok?” he crouched besides the redhead, gently rubbing his arm

“It’s ok Kirishima. I’m not mad, and we could never hate you, so please don’t be sad. It’s ok, see? I’m all good, I break my bones all the time, so it’s all good. A-and Kacchan isn’t mad either, right? greenhead gestured wildly towards Bakugou just a locker down, his eyes blown wide and jaw slack as he stared.

“Y-yeah. Sure.” Bakugou didn’t know what to do, beside stand there and stare at his friend. The words Kirishima yelled rang in his ears, his mind trying to make sense of it.

”See! It was just a misunderstanding, we’re all good now.” Midoriya beamed, his cheek tinged red and a cut had formed at his nose, but otherwise he seemed in good health. The guilt still bubbled in Kirishima as he was looked upon with forgiveness.

Aizawa, still not sure what had happened or was happening, looked towards Bakugou as a last resort. Gesturing towards his dishevelment and waiting for something coherent so the situation could be handled.

“It’s nothing. Kirishima just… I got a scratch and Deku overreacted. Kirishima got him to stop. We’re good now.” The blond didn’t dare meet their teachers eye, the thought swirling in his mind too close to the surface and his cheeks felt too hot for comfort.

The sigh he let out had a chill left them cold as their teacher tapped his foot, arms crossed as he looked at each of them in turn “Fine. If you’re not fighting then fine. Tell me if there’s something. Understood? Good” Hesitating the slightest Aizawa left the room, calling back for all of them to get dressed and leave quickly. He had no desire to be involved in the student drama.

Rustling of clothes and bags echoed the room as the students shuffled out, trying and failing to get Kirishima to move or get Bakugou to do something besides stare at the redhead like he had just grown two heads. None wanted to be there with the awkward silence and raw feelings stifling the air.

Bakugou glanced between his friend and the door closing behind their classmates. It was getting uncomfortable to be there and not knowing how to react or what to do to make the other feel like his shiny bright self. He had to deal with it somehow. It was their mess and Bakugou really would like to push through until it disappeared, but every time he opened his mouth to speak no words felt right.

Clearing his throat, the blonde shifted back around to face his locker, he still had half his hero costumes on, the arm supporters under his singlet and the thighs under his pants kept him warmer than necessary in the small room “we should get going… I’ll grab a shower, then we can and go eat or something. Get to bed early. There’s a big fucking test coming up and everything,” one hand at his shirt hem the blonde wondered if he should just shower at the dorms instead. Cut the moment short and leave Kirishima to figure it out himself.

“I- it has to be a quirk or something! Someone I bumped into! You know, it’s not like I’d ever do something like that, right? Yeah, that’s, that’s the reason. I didn’t mean to do that so, so it’s the quirks fault!” Kirishimas gaze didn’t avert from a spot on the floor as he spoke. There were already a gash in his trousers from how hard he gripped the fabric. He couldn’t swallow the lump in his throat that constricted his breathing and his back felt sticky and damp.

“Huh? Quirk? What the heck are you on about?” The singlet hit his bag as Bakugou turned to the shorter.

“The thing I did! Like- I attacked Izuku! I’m not like that! It’s a quirk!”

“Kirishima, it’s fine. Calm down”

“I molested you!”

“You didn’t- I wasn’t.. “, Bakugou stumbled over his words as he tried to explain. His pride keeping him from spilling the truth that he hadn’t minded Kirishimas hands on him in the early morning, even if some parts were blurry and he had been asleep for quite a bit he didn’t mind what he did remember. “I know you didn’t mean to-“

“You don’t know shit!” the redhead spat as metal creased under his hand. It was getting too much. His lungs burned from lack of air and the room spun around him, closing in with every second of silence.

The blonde beside him had frozen in place. Eyes wide as he watched the redheads back, shoulders hunched up as he stared into space.

“So you’d never done that if not for a stupid quirk?” No answer.

“Fine, whatever. Just... Don’t make such a big deal, shitty hair. A quirk or dream or whatever. Doesn’t matter. If you don’t like it then it’s fine, no big deal!” Pulling off what he had left off his costume the blond slammed his locker shut, stomping off to the showers. He’d decided he didn’t want to stay there any longer and that a cold one might just soothe the furry bubbling up in his chest.

It bubbled and burned painfully, but with anger none the less. “Go ahead to the dorms, cool off or whatever. I don’t care, but stop being such a fucking bummer, it doesn’t suit you!”

Turning on the shower he could hear the door open, the redhead leaving him all alone without another word. The stinging in his chest burned even more as he heard it shut. What the heck, wasn’t he supposed to say something about that. His ears still rang with Kirishimas voice as the water drummed against his skin, “Don’t touch my Katsuki… What the fuck, Shitty hair?”

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At dinner most of their classmates that had seen or just heard of the squabble would glance over to the two. Kirishima at one side of the room and Bakugou at the other, both fuming and not really in any mood for conversation.

Those who hadn’t seen or heard were quickly caught up to speed with the explanation of Kirishima had punched Midoriya. Their disbelief could be seen as their heads shot in the direction of their sunshine shark. Why was it the redhead that had thrown a punch? Noone wanted to go into detail, and what they had heard stayed silent, but there were more than a few wondering exactly how Bakugou fit into the fight. The grouch looked like he didn’t want anything to do with the other as they sat on opposite sides of the dining room. It had been a common occurrence for them to sit beside each other whenever they could, but this time they had taken one look around the mostly empty tables and settled away from one another.

There had been rumours between the students about the two dating, but since they hadn’t come forward as such no one wanted to pry. A casual joke or two would be thrown about, but never anything concrete or pressuring. Their relationship was theirs, and if they didn’t want to tell anyone that was fine.

But now it felt like they had to say something, reassure them that no one thought different of them if they were a couple. Let them know that they had the class support. Still, no one knew exactly what to say or ask, indicating to each other with a raised brow or tilt of the head only for them to stop as they caught sight of the twos expressions. Kirishimas tight lip and staring into his food like it had offended him. Bakugou looked like he might kill someone whenever they stepped close. It wasn’t until they had gathered up the dishes and were planning movies that someone spoke up.

“Kirishima. You know we won’t judge you, right? It’s fine that you don’t like it when someone touches the person you love. We already knew about you and Bakugou, so there’s no need to feel so guarded”

“What?” Kirishimas head snapped in the direction of Todoroki, the two on wash up duty.

“We already knew about you and Bakugou.” That same deadpan tone of voice didn’t falter as he repeated himself.

“Knew what?” Kirishima felt like he was missing something from how confident the taller man looked. Face blank and unwavering, looking like he was stating wideknown facts.

“About your relationship. That you’re together. Romantically”

“We’re not-!” Kirishimas glanced around him, eyes snapping from one person to the next before they landed on the blond that had just gathered his dishes to bring to them, “It’s not like that. We’re friends, nothing more. It was a slip of the tongue! Right Bakugou?”

Bakugou had stopped beside the two as he added his plate to the pile of dirty dishes. Todorokis gaze on him had the blond scoff and turn away, “We’re not… dating.”

“See!” Kirishimas words barely registered in the blonds head as he stumped away from the kitchenette towards the lounge area. A few moments later the two joined them at the couches, quickly falling into the conversation. Bakugou settled to just watch, his leg against the redheads from the close proximity of so many teens crowding the seats.

The movie playing hardly caught his interest, nor did their friends or classmates around. His chest felt uncomfortably tight again, and words kept suffocating him from the back of his throat whenever Kirishimas shoulder rubbed up against his own.  Only a few minutes into the movie and he already felt like shit.

The hand on his knee and the thumb rubbing circles up his thigh didn’t seem intentional, Kirishimas focus entirely on the action on screen more than the way he kept touching the blond. It had more than a few thoughts run wild in his mind and when it left his thigh for a moment while the redhead reached for the popcorn, only for it to slot around his shoulder when he sat back. Teeth sinking into his lip and cheeks warm, Bakugou couldn’t stop the urge to lean against that broad chest. That was, until he caught the stare of one or two of their classmates. Kirishima might not pay attention to his surroundings, but more than a few around them seemed to be. The stares and glances differed between supportive to some kind of pity. A few looked like they wanted to say something, but turned away at the last second. It got too much.

His movements slow and controlled he pulled away. No explanation. Even as the hand gripped at his shirt Bakugou shook him off with a scoff and wave. The calls of goodnight thrown his way only got a grunt in response. He didn’t thrust his voice not to crack if he spoke. The elevator doors took forever to closed he didn’t dare turn towards the doors. A shaky breath later he was in his room, curled around the duvet even as sheets turned moist against his face.

Ever since Kirishima had yelled at him in the locker room he’d felt like the air got punched out of him, leaving him with a queasy and nauseated. His chest burnt like hell, his throat parched however much he drank throughout the evening and his eyes kept glazing over as if he was about to bawl his eyes out.

All the prying eyes there that just wouldn’t mind their own business. His own body betraying him and everything bubbling up inside he just wanted to scream or punch something.

He didn’t get why it was such a big deal when Kirishima and he started holding hands while walking around campus. Yes, it was usually something reserved for couples, but girls did it all the time without a second glance, so why couldn’t Kirishima and him do it? They were a lot better friends than some of the girls in their class that crawled over one another like a pack of kittens with no personal space. He didn’t want to do that with anyone but Kirishima, still it was just them being friends, nothing else. So why did the words sting so much when Kirishima had said that they weren’t anything more?

The morning had been so amazing with the feeling of Kirishimas arms around him and lips at his neck. That was, until the other had bit him and freaked out about it. He didn’t blame Kirishima for what had happened, they were close, intimacy felt natural for them. The thought had hit him before, that he wouldn’t mind anything the shark toothed man did. Even as his hand traced the wound that morning and his mind had caught up to the wet stickiness at his back he didn’t think it was a bad thing. It had his heart flutter and a grin stretch across his face. Even as he lay there with a lump in his throat and hiding from the world the marks the redhead left on him had him grin in barely supressed glee only for him to feel like he would cry as words resounded in his head.

Bakugou didn’t like the way his brain couldn’t keep up to the feelings. He’d never had anyone more than a friend. There wasn’t a spot in his life for that. He’d never fancied any girls in his class or the extras of other classes or schools. There was that slight embarrassment in his childhood where his heart had skipped a beat for a friend, but that turned into a complete mess and before he knew it he’d replaced the feeling with shame and hatred towards the boy.

In their first year he’d felt it again, once at the sports festival, then again at Kamino, and again and again and again. When Kirishima had come back from his internship full of injuries the blond almost cried in relief. He made it back to his room before anyone noticed, but listened to Kirishima through the wall the next few nights. Listening to him breathing whenever they were together and watched close for any signs of pain.

He could recall instances where the redhead had yelled at him or scolded him, brows furrowed and looking stern before apologising to whomever Bakugou had just insulted.

It wasn’t that he liked being ordered around or chastised, he just didn’t mind when Kirishima did it. It made his heart speed up, a tingling shudder run up and down his spine, the feeling of fight or flight and his palms turn clammy. Even if all the signs pointed to it annoying and humiliating him, something he’d usually snap at, it felt different. He almost wanted to listen, wanted to be scolded again only to hear that bubbly voice drop, or to have red eyes narrow in warning. It sparked a mischievous side of him, sometimes being replaced by the need to lean in and bare his throat to those fangs. Especially in the middle of training he couldn’t stop staring whenever the rock turned unbreakable. It sent new waves of chills through his body, a desperate feeling to do something reckless and even the idea of leaning in to kiss that face had jumped into his mind occasionally.

Thinking of it, kissing wasn’t something friends did. Hugging and clinging together, sure. Sharing a bed and food was alright for friends, some even talked about fuck buddies, but kissing. Beside a few foreigners he’d never seen anyone kiss that weren’t a couple.

Rolling over onto his back the blond tried to stop the next thought that entered his mind. He wanted to be more than friends. That was a problem. He didn’t want to lose Kirishima, just the idea of parting with no way of reconnecting had a sob bubble in his throat. He wanted to stay by the redheads side forever, just being the way they were, but if their feelings differed then he’d have to part with him at some time. To let him make a life with a wife and kids.

Bakugou didn’t know about Kirishimas preferences, they didn’t talk about it, but he didn’t seem attracted to the perverted conversations or magazines Kaminari and Sero shared. He seemed more interested in the sappy romance stories with sweet and innocent girls and her prince charming. Right, there was also that problem. Bakugou was not a girl. He might look a bit like his mother, but he was definitely not female. He was loud, impatient, easy to anger, rugged and big. Taller than Kirishima, but the redhead was broader and had a more muscular form than him. He was built for strength and stability compared to Bakugous leaner more nimble form. Not that it mattered. Compared to Mina or Uraraka he was impossible to hold comfortably, too heavy and hard. Kirishima would prefer a soft and perky girl, slightly smaller, fluffy demeanour, and there for him. He’d be such a good husband to her and Bakugou would only get to see him once in a while, only as a friend.

Oh hell, he wasn’t a freaking domesticated cat rubbing up against his owners leg for pets and affection, he was an alpha lion or wolf or some shit like that, not rolling over to show his belly and throat, that was not him! They sparred and fought with no thought to how they looked. Trying to be best and win at who could run faster, who could lift heavier and who could take the most damage without falling. They were heroes that would save others and defeat the villains. He couldn’t afford be weak. Feelings were just a hindrance, something that would pass. Fine then. If it was like that then he’d just be a friend. Nothing more and nothing less. Kirishima could have his happy family and Bakugou would be the best number 1 hero in the whole world.

Wiping at eyes and face the blonde rolled over, kicking the wall dividing his and Kirishimas room. The other was turning him into a complete sap. It wasn’t manly to cry over something like unrequired love. He’d just have to suck it up and live with it. Supporting his best friend and his family until he found someone else that could replace the redhead.

His foot kicked the wall over and over he gripped his head, trying to dislodge the thoughts that swarmed his head of Kirishima in a happy family without him. A thump sounded on the other side, followed by a growling “Shut up!”, Kirishima was back in his room then. It felt too short for the movie to be done. It felt like minutes, but maybe ha had been wallowing in his own self-pity longer than he thought The blond scoffed as he gave a slightly harder, more irritated kick.

Seconds ticked by and no response. Satisfied he got up. Changing out of his sweats and into pyjamas. He brushed his teeth and got ready for bed.

Another thump on the wall had him sitt up a moment before he could fall asleep. Glaring at the wall he waited, listening to the other moving around, most likely in the middle of his evening work out. Shirtless as he did light weightlifting, pullups or push-ups. His mind could supply the image.

He’d be glistening in sweat at the end, slightly breathless, working out kinks in his shoulders by rolling them or stretching arms over his head. His hair would have lost their spikes by the end, damp by sweat and pushed back by rough hands. Bakugou wouldn’t mind having those hands in his hair, pushing or pulling, crimson eyes surveying him from above, smiling like an idiot even while he had the blonde pinned to the ground, the bed. He’d lean down and their lips would meet and hands would touch him. Claws would dig into his hips again, like they did that morning. He could still feel the sting of teeth at his nape and nails digging into him. The large and hot body that pressed against him while they touched every part of him. When Kirishima had ground into him from behind the blond almost came himself. Even while drifting in and out of consciousness it had felt so good. If he hadn’t reacted like he did, then maybe it would have gone further. Kirishima could have turned him over, pressed their lips together and had him right then and there. The memory had his hips move to the rhythmic cling from behind that wall, the grunts just loud enough if he strained his ears. One hand traced the claw marks as his eyes closed. Kirishima was his friend. He was a horny teenager that got angry whenever anyone touched what was his, Kirishima had called him his. Fingers tightened around his leg, tugging as he remembered the redhead had done. The moan he let out was nothing dignified, if anything it was muffled by his nightguard and rough on his ears.

Eyes snapping open he let go. Stopping himself before it got too far. The tent in his pants didn’t exist, his face was not flushed red and he was definitely not thinking of an enraged redhead pressed up against him, shirtless, glistening in sweat and rippling hardening running over him like what had happened enough times in their training for the image to be real. Damnit all. He had just decided that he’d stop those thoughts. He was just going to be a friend. That was all. Kirishima was not his.

Bakugou kicked the wall with all his might. Pulling pillow and duvet over his head, willing the feeling in his stomach to disappear. He was not going down that lane. Even as there was another knock in response, he didn’t kick the wall again.

The sobs came back later in the evening, his chest stinging and head pounding until he couldn’t think anymore. The exhaustion folded over him as the tears dried out.

On the other side of the wall Kirishima sat against the wall, waiting for the retort of being kept awake by the redhead. After almost twenty minutes of silence and wall sitting his thighs were burning and he had to move. Knocking lightly, he waited, if there wasn’t any answer then Bakugou had to have fallen asleep. Fiddling with his phone Kirishima lay on his bed, breathing deep as he tried to relax. Bakugou had let him win the game. However much they fought that didn’t happen. Usually, they’d mess around by getting louder and louder, yelling through the wall until Bakugou barged into the room and demanded for him to stop. Iida would yell at them for disturbing everyone and their fight would be forgotten in laughter and intern jokes. Bakugou didn’t just give up in the middle or ignore him. Then again, the fight wasn’t exactly normal either.

He hesitated a bit before sending a text

Kirishima: “You OK?”

 The seconds ticking away was deafening, in the silence. If Bakugou had actually fallen asleep then he wouldn’t answer, but that would mean he’d ignored him and that just didn’t feel right.

Bakugou: “Yeah”

Air filled his lungs again at that one word. Grabbing a shirt, he slammed the door behind him, hand on the handle of one door down before he’d even sent his next reply.

Kirishima: “I’m coming over”

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The bang had him jolt upright in bed. Bakugou glanced between his door and the message. A second before he could hear the handle rattle a message saying Kirishima was coming over pinged through. He’d locked the door, but that didn’t seem to stop the redhead from trying to get inside.

“Hey, Bakubro, I know you’re there! Get up and let me in.” It had a smile tug at his lips. How unconcerned Kirishima sounded, almost whining as the door didn’t open at once.

Palms rubbed the crustiness from his cheeks and eyes while he pulled the duvet off then shuffled over to the entrance. Taking his time to breath and get his expression back to normal he watched the handle and listened to Kirishima whine at the other side.

He needed to be just that bit more annoyed, wipe the grin away and pretending would be best. He’d just act as if everything was normal, no sappiness, no tears, and the other would leave him alone. Opening the door a crack he glared at the redhead, with as much venom he could muster he spat out “What do you want shittyhair? I was sleeping.”

“Yeah? Sure you were” Kirishima pushed inside, hand on the light switch and swinging the door shut behind him. One glance at the taller teen and he had the picture. The sigh he let out resounded in the room like thunder. Shaking his head and moving to sit on Bakugous bed Kirishima watched him stand there in the little hallway, dumbfounded with his face scrunched up. It was a rude thing to do, moving around like he owned the space that actually belonged to the blond, but Bakugous anger didn’t last more than a second before he deflated. A hand slapped the light switch as he moved inside to settle on the bed, duvet pulled over his head and giving the impression he’d go back to sleep even with Kirishima still there.

“Did you have a nightmare?” The redhead didn’t beat around the bush, even if their day had been awkward and there were still some things unsettled. Seeing his crush so high strung, with red rimmed eyes and face rubbed raw made it all seem insignificant.

“No. I was trying to sleep and then you kept fucking bothering me” Not a complete lie. “You stink… didn’t you shower before coming here, Hair-for-brains” Pulling the duvet tight Bakugou scooted closer against the wall, making room for Kirishima to take place.

The redhead settled down once the blond had gotten comfortable, acting as the big spoon as he cradled the bundle of sheets and blond man. Kirishima hummed at the tense body in his arms, fingers already rubbing circles over thick fabric and squeezing just slightly to reach the skin beneath “Nope. Heard you being a grumper and had to check why.”

“I wasn’t, you were annoying” a muffled hitch of breath and shoulders lowering told him he had found a good spot.

“Right. Sure.”

Long moments later he could feel the tension had left the blond and the duvet had lowered enough for him to catch a hint of crimson eyes peering back at him. The other was still wrapped tight, but at least he didn’t seem like he’d pull away if he pushed a little more, ”So… why?”

“Why what?” it came as a drawl. No venom or poison to push him away. Even while he pressed their bodies closer, voice barely a whisper at the blonds ear he breathed out the words.

“Why were you kicking my wall?”

“It’s my wall. And I can do whatever the fuck I want” the lisp of his nightguard and the duvet pulled up to his nose had the scoff sound softer than it should, but even if he wanted to be threatening the closeness didn’t exactly let him “We’re… shit, you really reek. My sheets are going to smell like your stinking feet now.”

“Shush, leave my feet out of it. You’re being totally unfair. I’m the one that constantly has to smell your stinky sweat. It’s like sulphur, or fire” And candy. Sweet and warm and melting on the tongue. His nostrils filled with the scent of them in the room, his own and Bakugous smell. Just the perfect mix. Laying there in silence the two didn’t move away or closer. Staying in that small acceptable space of not too close. Sheets and clothes a barrier to keep from any skin contact.

It was nearing midnight when Bakugou could find his voice again, having repeated and revaluated the words in his head until he could say them without fail

“We’re not just friends right? I’m- I’d never let Denki do this. I’m more to you than dunceface, right? Or do you do this with just anyone?“

“What? Of course, I do this for my other friends as well” the flinch he felt under his fingers told him that was the wrong answer. “Hey, turn this way.”

Eyes flicked in his direction, but Bakugou stayed still. attention clearly on him, but not shifting to comply.

Sighing Kirishima leaned over, arms supporting him as he hovered over the taller boy, “Bakugou. Look here. Look at me, please”, Kirishima tugged at the sheets, hand cupping jaw as he turned the other to face him. A thumb brushed against rosy lips, exposing their insides as he moved closer, testing the waters before he dipped down. Waiting a moment for any resistance, lips a breath away, his eyes took in every twitch of the pale face as he closed the distance. Pressed down for a proper kiss, their bodies moulded together for just a second before Kirishima pulled away.

The wide-eyed stare met his own as he pulled back had more than a few things pop into his mind. Kirishima couldn’t help but think how much he loved that sight. Bakugou looked so cute, eyes blown wide before they squeezed shut. Leaning up to press them together again, Bakugous hands tangled in fabric to pull the redhead down. It was messy, amateurish, but so soft, until it was not, teeth clashed and breath mingled for long seconds until they had to pull away. Just for a second to adjust before they moved in again. Hands didn’t stray, the boundaries yet to be set as to what was acceptable in this new territory. Kirishimas at Bakugous shoulders and in his hair while the blonde kept hold of the shirt until they had to break for air.

Mouth open the blond stared up at his friend. There was a question on his lips that had to be answered, but there were also something holding him back from asking. A deep dark feeling that made him stay quiet and instead lean in for another of those dazzling kisses. Kirishima chuckling against his lips had him stop, pull back with a raise of his brow and a pout on his lips “What?”

“Yeah, no. Let me just…” Kirishimas finger pressed at Bakugous lips until they gave and parted for him, a slight move of thumb against palate and they had a grip on the retainer. “This thing feels a bit off” he grinned as he tugged, careful not to hurt the blonde while he removed the plastic. Strands of salvia connected them before the strings popped and spilled against lips and fingers “That’s a lot of droll”

“Shut it… I know. it’s gross”

“Nah, it’s fine” Kirishima grinned as he placed it at the shelf above them.  The way he stretched above him made butterflies swarm in Bakugous stomach and he had to swallow the lump in his throat as he got a face full of pecks and musk. Kirishimas shirt barely covered anything, the singlet dangerously lowcut and open. If he stuck his tongue out the blond would be able to taste the sweat on his friends skin. If he tugged the fabric down he’d see a nipple and the start of abs. Just a tilt of the head and he could see the happy trail of black hairs right above the hemline. The shorts and boxers obscured the rest, but he could imagine it. The bulge clear as day against his abdomen even with the duvet between them.

“You doing alright there? See something you like?” It came out as a joke. Bakugous eyes snapped up to meet matching crimson to his own, a slightly raised brow and the cookiest smile he’d yet seen the redhead make. His fingers let go, the fabric morphing back to its original position.

“What?”

“You don’t have to stop. I don’t mind if you want to look. Or touch. Go for it bro” The bro had his face scrunch up. However nice Kirishimas voice sounded as he said it. Being called bro really had his mind snap out of whatever state it’d been in.

“I don’t…” his voice trailed of as he didn’t really know what he was going to say. Kirishima on top of him like that made every thought just fly away and leave him as a gaping idiot.

“You don’t?” Kirishimas face inched closer again, his hands in blond hair and framing his face while their bodies pressed together, “How sad. I’m seeing something really nice” there was a slight dusting of pink on the redheads face as he leaned in for another kiss, his legs shifting to properly straddle the taller. The barriers between them a slight annoyance as he couldn’t feel Bakugous body heat and skin. Lips traced up jawline to ear he nipped the lobe, voice raspy and demanding as he traced the outline with his tongue “Bakugou. I want to touch you” The shudder his words emitted could be felt through the thick duvet and his friends grip tightened at the edge. It had to go.

Without relinquishing his position on top of the blond Kirishima sat back up, wringing his shirt off and pushing his way up Bakugous torso until he could throw the bedding to their feet. “That’s better”

A hand on his thigh had Kirishimas focus back on the blond and exactly where he had positioned himself. The shaky breath at his navel and glazed over eyes peered up from between his legs. If it wasn’t for the initial shock and embarrassment of it he might have decided to continue just like that, but with inexperience came nerves and a lack of words.

“Kiri-Kirishima, move”

“Right! Sorry. Um…” The shuffle down wasn’t as swift as he’d gone up, movements slower and more calculated than the ones from earlier, “is this better?”

“I- Yeah.” It wasn’t disappointment he saw in those crimson pools, but something not far from it. Back in position, chest to chest and no covers between them, the redhead moved back in for a kiss. Lips gentle and careful. Slowly exploring and testing boundaries before they moved on to something new.

“May I touch you now?”

Fingers trailed up and down Bakugous arms, almost teasing in their path down to his wrists and up to his elbows. The heat of the shorter shielded him from the chill of the room and soon those hands were in his own and with a small shift Bakugou guided them to where he would like Kirishima to touch him. They dipped under shirt and waistbands before leaving to cares his back down to his hips while mouths nipped and kissed and sucked marks at his collarbone and neck.  All of it soft enough to be borderline ticklish, never lower than his waistband.

“Yes. Do what you want” That damned thumb that rubbed against his waist sent waves of something down Bakugous body. It had his toes curl and back arch into the touch. Every time their lips touched he couldn’t breathe and every time those teeth nipped at his skin he saw stars.

Their hips moved together and soon the grip turned bruising, pulling and tugging to get closer. Their mouths merged together in a fight of dominance and muffling of grunts and moans. There was no rhythm as they speed up, pleasure taking over their minds and bodies the closer they got to orgasm. Kisses turned into heavy breathing against each others lips and the room filled with sounds that were barely distinguished from one another. Hands gripped and clawed at fabric and skin alike while they cried out in their climax. A split second between them and they were both arching into the mattress, lips moving together and clinging to each other as wet stickiness painted their underwear.

Long moments later they parted, Kirishimas head on Bakugous shoulder as he caught his breath, nuzzling into neck with a wide grin. The air tick with the scent of them they didn’t want to stop the fuzzy feeling, enjoying the way their hearts seemed to beat at the same frequency and the sound of just them.

There were so many unspoken words that could fill the silence, but the ones Bakugou chose were probably the worst he could have said.

 “Do friends kiss?”

Smile dropping Kirishima buried his face in the pillow, hands tangling in blond locks and holding the other in place. He shouldn’t lie, but just this once it would be fine. “Yeah. Only super-duper best friends. The most special ones, but yeah. Friends can kiss.”

“Oh…” the blonde breathed out, eyes at the ceiling even as his focus turned to that thumb rubbing circles against his scalp and how his body felt cold even with the heat that Kirishima radiated. “Are we going to talk about earlier?”

“About what?” pillow and neck muffled Kirishimas voice, the moist heat of his breathing having shudders run down the blonds spine.

“You announcing to the world that I’m… yours?”

“You are mine… right? My Katsuki? My best bro of all time. Right?”

“Yeah” the queasy feeling pooled in his stomach again. Even laying there after a heavy makeout session and dryhumping there was that wall of friendship. The one neither dared to break.

Humming in understanding the blonde held Kirishima close, hands fiddling with fabric until Kirishima moved off him announcing that they should go to sleep before it got too late. There were still class the next day and he had to shower before bed.

With the tiniest peck of lips he left. The darkness consuming Bakugous room once the door closed.

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Kirishima had turned into a complete lovebug overnight. He took every chance he got to snuggle up to the blonde, slithering up close and risking showing more affection than he’d done ever before. They only had a few hours in the morning before Kirishima left for Fat-Gums agency, but from the time Kirishima got up for his run until he left, he had been more than a little handsy. The redhead had decided that having convinced Bakugou that they could kiss even as friends might have been the best decision he ever made. Kirishima didn’t say no to take the chance whenever they were alone and the other would allow him most of the time, only turning away if they were too public.

Stopping by for a good morning kiss, hugging him in the elevator, sneaking a peck on the cheek or lips as they got ready and even holding his hand all the way out the doors until they had to separate.

The blondes mind was reeling as he watched him leave. If he let Kirishima continue acting the way he did they might never get anywhere, but at the same time he didn’t want to ruin any chances he might have. If Kirishima didn’t want a relationship, then it might be best to just stay the way they were. Hovering in limbo with both exits blocked by their own bodies as they stopped each other from going either way. Somewhere between friends and lovers.

It was a cowardly move, but for once he didn’t want to take the risk. His mind told him to do it, but whenever he had thought about it over the years of getting closer to the sunshine boy the more dread he felt about losing him. He’d keep him there. He was special. Bakugou was special to Kirishima, and Kirishima was special to him. If neither moved, then neither of them would leave.

Kirishima was away on internship studies for three days, then came back with enough vigour to smother Bakugou in kisses. They were in the blonds room and on his bed before he knew what had happened and then it just stopped. Bakugou panting and stary eyed with his heart thundering away in his chest, he watched Kirishima smiling down at him, giving him one last peck before he excused himself for a shower and that he had to unpack.

The murky feeling in his gut hit hard as the door closed. Friends didn’t act that way, he knew that, but whenever Bakugou thought of bringing up the subject he froze, and the words wouldn’t come out. So instead, he just let them be. He was fine with it, Kirishima only acted that way with him, he was special, so it didn’t matter that they hadn’t set it in words. The feeling was there, and he knew exactly what Kirishima meant by touching him that way since he felt the same.

The next morning Kirishima stood at his door, all smiles and sunshine, leaning in for a small kiss before they left for breakfast. Leaning on the counter while Bakugou made them something to eat Kirishima could barely contain himself from touching the blond. His hands continuously brushing and gripping the blonds waist, shoulders or hands. Even if few of their classmates made their own meal, and it being early on a Saturday, they were far from alone in the kitchen and Bakugou would surely chew him a new one if he tried anything so public.

A grunt of his name and a spoon was still held out for the redhead to taste test, and he did manage to make his friend blush by exaggerating how he licked up the sauce and moaned at the taste. “Stop being gross, idiot”

“No way. Not when you make something as tasty as this” he winked, his thumb slowly circling that one spot at Bakugous lower back he knew made the man weak. Bakugous breath hitched, and his back straightened in an attempt from stopping himself from melting into the touch “I said stop. Right now!” the hiss  Kirishima received in response lacked any venom, but still he pulled back with a slight pout. It was fun to tease Bakugou, but he wasn’t going to step over the line and get himself banned from any touching at all. They had barely stepped over the mishap from a few days ago and still had boundaries to set.

“After breakfast,” The blonde grumbled, kicking at Kirishimas shin as he passed him with the finished food “eat up before it gets cold. And don’t make any more of those noises.” Oh, hell yes. Kirishima, quick on the uptake didn’t need to be told twice as he shuffled to his seat with his own food and gobbled it down with vigour.

They quickly finished and cleaned up after themselves and before anyone could ask anything, or speak to any of them, the two had already headed back upstairs to Bakugous room. Hands grabbed at red spiked hair right as the door closed, pinning the man to the door.

“Shitty hair. I said not to be so handsy in public and then you pull that?” He growled against lips. Just a hair away from touching. “I should get you back twice for that, fucker. Now, do it again and I might forgive you” The barely contained grin in Bakugous voice infested Kirishima as he grabbed Bakugous waist, pressing their bodies together with a smirk as he let out a loud exaggerated moan that were quickly swallowed by Bakugous lips.

Just as messy as their first kiss, they pushed and prodded against each others lips, testing the waters and finding their way in what felt best. It wasn’t like the small pecks this time. It was hot and heavy with teeth and tongues. Kirishima relished in how hands gripped his hair, pulling this way and that to deepen their kiss and leading him to how Bakugou wanted it. His own hands gripped at the blondes back and waist until they could hoist him up higher, lifting him off the floor and letting the door take their weight. Bakugou might be a few cm taller than him, but it was still not enough for the other to tower over him, and so lifting the blonde was easy enough.

Neither wanted to part and neither wanted to stop until they had to pull back for lack of air. There were short gasps in the mix, but only for a few seconds at a time as they attempted to find a rhythm that suited them. Bakugous knees pushed against wood as Kirishima slid them down to the floor, not able to keep them both standing anymore. Breathing deeply against the others neck Bakugou nipped at the small helix ring on Kirishimas ear “Again.”

Without hesitating Kirishima wrestled the blonds head up to moan loudly into his ear, sending shudders down Bakugous spine as a shiteating grin spread across his face. The way the other put on an act for him and did his bidding made him feel like he was soaring, Kirishima was his to play with at the moment and it made him want to do things he normally wouldn’t, ”What did you say I was?”

“What?”

“The other day. You said I was what, fucker?” His hips ground down as his teeth nipped at the earlobe and piercing. Bakugou really liked that little metal hoop. Kirishima had tried to get it 3 times after the blonde had mentioned he liked the look, but the needle just kept breaking because of his quirk and him tensing up. He’d still done it in the end, and they had all been shocked when he showed their friends. He didn’t wear it all that often because of school rules and it getting in the way of training, but when he did Bakugou couldn’t help from staring.

“Don’t- I said…” Thinking for a moment Kirishima felt his cheeks heat up as he remembered, arm tight around Bakugous back and his hand gripping hair he whispered the words, voice low and slightly guilty “That you were mine. I’m-” The blonde cut him off before he could say anything else by biting down on the lobe, practically purring as he kept grinding against Kirishimas abdomen.

 “I’m what?” He could feel the smirk against his neck as the taller kissed his way down, “You’re mine.” “Again,” The hot breath and raspy voice was sending shivers down his spine, “Mine” Kirishimas voice grew firm, Bakugou was enjoying himself, he liked Kirishima being possessive. The thought made Kirishimas grip tighten even more and his lips part in a grin. “More”

“You’re mine, Katsuki” He growled as his hand gripped hair, pulling until he could see Bakugous face clearly. Smirking at him as if he’d won something the blonde looked ready to be ravished with his half-lidded eyes, begging for Kirishima to continue, he was blushing from his ears down to his chest and his hips just kept moving against the redheads own, it was getting hard to think.

“Good boy, Hair for brains”

“Shut up” lips met again as they wrestled to the floor, fighting for who could pin the other down the longest. Hands didn’t stray, but rather gripped and tangled with bruising force to make one submit. Bakugou kept grinding against him and Kirishima would pin him against the floorboards with his legs or knee until they flipped over, and the blonde had his wrists, squeezing him between tick thighs and taking his mouth captive as his victory prize. He’d let Kirishima deepen it, sitting them up until the blondes back hit the bed and their hands entwined against the sheets.

“Eijiro. Touch me” “We should stop” the heat froze almost as quickly as it had ignited.

Eyes wide Bakugou stared up at the redhead, about to snap something in protest, but the grip Kirishima had on his hands were bruising as he tried to wriggle out of the hold. Bakugous legs around him jerked and pulled, trying to flip them over again, until he realized the other wouldn’t budge and he had to give up, “Why?”

“Friends may kiss but… This is a little too far for friendship, don’t you think?” Even with his breath baited and the clear bulge in his pants Kirishima wouldn’t look at him. His eyes were firmly planted on the All Might water bottle at his headboard.

“We went further last time” The grip tightened for a second, and the redheads face contorted to a frown before he relaxed again, head hanging as he started to pull away.

“Yeah, well… I’ve had some time to think, and I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to-“ with a thump Bakugou had them flipped so he was straddling the shorter, using all his power to hold on and keep the other from bucking him off. Eyes glaring down as he spat out the words that had his heart racing as well as hurting “you want us to stop being friends then?”

“What?! No! No, no, not at all, I love us being friends!”

“So what? You need to tell me, Eijiro!” the words were spat out like poison, Bakugou knew exactly what he wanted to say and ask for it all to continue, but if Kirishima was backing out, he needed to know why. If there was something wrong with him or if the other simply regretted it, or if it had actually been a quirk that took charge of his sweet sunshine and had made him act so assertive.

“I just think. Maybe. We should slow down a bit. I called you mine, but I didn’t exactly ask you-“ “Ask what? If I wanted to be? Fuck, Eijiro. Come on already.” The blond scoffed, palm rubbing at his forehead as he shifted his weight on top of the redhead, squeezing his thighs together to keep his position. Even if it wasn’t meant as anything sexual, his butt kept rubbing against the bulge and it had the redhead scowl. Bakugou acting so fed up with the whole conversation had his blood boil. He felt angry that the lean man wouldn’t listen, and then he tried to keep them going even as Kirishima was trying to have a real conversation “Katsuki. Stop it. I’m serious. We’re best friends. I shouldn’t treat you that way however much I… No matter how much I like it”

“Like what? Us acting like a couple?” Bakugous eyes were boring holes into his soul, his expression tight and his lips quivering a little.

“yeah” The pangs of guilt were being swallowed by the other feelings already swarming his mind. He wanted Bakugou to stop, to just let it be and not prod at the gash in his chest that he’d so forcefully stapled shut.

“Do you not like us being together?" His hands couldn’t push the other away, not when Bakugou looked at him like that, that twisted face he’d made at times when he didn’t know what to do, vulnerable for a split second before he hid it behind a scowl, only betrayed by the glossiness of his eyes.

“I do but-” “You want to be with someone else?” The blonde was getting angry at him, it was doing nothing to quell the anger he had tried to swallow, only making him annoyed that the other tried to push the blame on him.

“What? No, that’s not what I said!”

“But you don’t want us being a couple” Bakugou was yelling at him, making Kirishima raise his voice in return, voices drowning out one another without words actually registering

“I-“ Bakugou wouldn’t let him up, slamming his arms back down against the mattress whenever he tried to move away, forcing him to stay in that position even as he wanted to run, he could overpower the taller, but with how desperately Bakugou held on it wasn’t the easiest thing to do “Stop that! I just like us being friends!”

“Fine! Then let’s stop!”

“Fine!”

“Fucking fine!” Bakugous hands popped dangerously against his own, his quirk leaving tiny sparks of explosions around his body until the blonde let go with a huff, pushing himself off of Kirishima and settling on the floor, his knees drawn tight against his chest as he grumbled to himself, trying to calm down.

Shifting to sit beside one another the two stared out into space, mulling over the conversation each to their own. Kirishima not too sure what he had agreed to he glanced over at the blonde, hands kneading into his pants as he tried the words before he spoke “So, we won’t do more than kiss anymore then?”

“Why the heck would we if we’re just friends?” Bakugou didn’t know if he should be happy or sad because of how it ended, he had made the other practically say he wanted them to be together, but they hadn’t moved anywhere.

“Right. I’m heading out to train for a bit. Mina probably wants to watch a movie later on. See you then?” His manhood had far from calmed down even with the anger he still felt inside, there were so much clouding his mind he didn’t know what to do with, he had to leave before he said something more, before another feeling took over. The guilt and sadness bubbling inside.

“Yeah, fucking great. Wouldn’t want to miss it for the world” Bakugou didn’t look at him, his breathing deep and controlled as the explosions died down around him. Kirishimas mind screamed at him, he had lost his chance and now the walls had gotten bigger, closing in on him and squeezing the air out of lungs until he could feel tears pressing on.

“Be nice, it’s supposed to be a good one”

“Fuck you” He didn’t want to stay anymore. Bakugou could calm down by himself and he’d calm down by doing whatever exercise he could far away from the blonde.

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Bakugou had thought about dropping the movie. Just stay in for the evening and curse Kirishima for being so damn irresistible and such an idiot at the same time. He had already made up his mind, so why did he keep going back to try and push them in another direction? He was sure he’d just asked the redhead if they should be a couple, but the whole thing had gotten so messy with them blared at each other he didn’t know if it had even registered.

His room felt especially cold even as the weather was still on the warmer side outside. He thought about running laps to blow off the steam himself, but for some reason his legs didn’t want to work. His pillow had been used as a punching bag until he had turned to scream into it. Anger and frustration was eating at him and all he could think of was to rip something apart, punch something or fight someone until he felt better. He definitely didn’t want to stay in his room and cry, but his body felt paralyzed, and before he knew it, it was evening.

He'd skipped lunch, and dinner was right around the corner. Mina had texted him wondering what movie he would prefer. He didn’t care what it was, it was stupid. The way their group of five agreed that they would all hang out and relax at least once a week. Do something together to went their built-up stress even if it was just sitting in silence and snacking.

They had tried playing games or cards together, but it always ended in some kind of heated debate or people egging each other on. Bakugou had been banned from most of the games as he kept arguing and being a sore loser. They still played sometimes, but mostly it was movies and snacks.

Kirishima was nowhere to be seen as Bakugou ate his dinner. Even as they settled at the couches and voted for what to watch he still hadn’t shown up. It had the blondes stomach twist and turn as he sat beside Sero on Kaminaris bed, not saying a word as the tall boy raised a brow in question at his lack of entourage.

Kaminaris text also gave no answer and sooner than later they decided to just start without him. If there was something wrong, then they would surely hear about it from either a teacher or the redhead himself.

An hour passed and Bakugou felt his mind slipping back towards their conversation, or lack of. He should have kept his mouth shut. Let Kirishima say his piece. Or at least not have started yelling at him for trying. If he had managed to keep silent then they might have reached some other conclusion. Kirishima wouldn’t be out running away from their feelings, and he wouldn’t be stuck watching some girl get chased by a mother robot while their friends kept shooting him glances or trying to hint at him to ask when Kirishima would get there.

He wasn’t the redheads guardian, he wouldn’t know where he was 24/7. Not that he wouldn’t be able to find out quickly. The sunshine shark had never ignored his texts or calls before, always shooting back or answering in seconds. Kirishima always seemed to know where he was. Even if the blonde didn’t tell him outright. He always knew.

Fingers tapping against his temple Bakugou let out a deep sigh as he watched the girl on screen pick up her infant sister, the movie so quiet that most people likely heard him as he grumbled to himself. “This is bullshit…”

“Kachan, shhh. It’s the climax” Kaminari shushed, his eyes glued to the screen as he munched on his popcorn and leaned back against the explosive blondes legs.

“Do you think friends kissing is normal?” His voice droned on as his leg kicked at the blonde in front of him. He ignored the eyes that turned towards him in confusion and the way a few of the owners were stumbling over words. His own watching the movie in boredom, it was making him sleepy. “Well?”

Kaminari Denki was looking at him like he’d grown two heads, movie completely forgotten as he tried to comprehend where the question was coming from. “I- I don’t think so… maybe?”

His voice didn’t falter as he turned to the one closest to him, head tilting as he considered the answer “Hmm. Soy face?”

“Well. I guess it depends what type. Most people kiss as a couple, but… why are you even asking?” Laid back against the wall Sero eyed the blonde in question. He had an inkling of what had happened, but he still wondered if he was reading too much into it or if Bakugou was just being curious about something that he didn’t usually care for.

“No reason”

“Right… Bakugou, I know you’re not one to ask about these things, but you know you can tell us if something is bothering you” Sitting up to shift closer Sero glanced towards Mina on the swivel chair to see if she was thinking the same as him. Kaminari wouldn’t be of any help in the situation, being a lot slower when it came to catching on.

Sero only got a shrug in response, Bakugous face deep in thought as he reached over to snatch some chips from the table. He had enough answers, for now. He already knew it wasn’t normal. Kirishima was pushing it as normal because he had asked. The redhead was digging his heels in. Either because he didn’t want to be more than friends, or he was afraid of being hurt.

Hopefully everything hadn’t been just because he was a horny teen and Bakugou had been the closest that he could get intimate with. The idea had his brows knit and his lips purse as he thought about it. Kirishima had stopped them from going further earlier in the day, but he hadn’t when they first kissed. He had gotten himself off against the blondes back, but then he’d backed away after Bakugou asked him if friends would kiss.

Would the other people in their group say yes if he asked to kiss them? Had Kirishima kissed any of their quadruple? His mind kept racing, and he could taste the metallic taste of blood in his mouth as his teeth kept rubbing and biting his lip. Head shooting up he grabbed their tallest friends shirt front,

“If I-“ pulling Sero in close as he tried to imagine if he could actually kiss the other or not, stopping as he watched big eyes blink at him and his brows knit in a frown “never mind. It’s fucking stupid”

He let go, Sero straightening out his shirt a bit as Bakugou leaned back against the headboard “What is?”

“Nothing”

“Kachan. We’re all here to relax and de-stress.” Kaminari was turning to lean against his knee, one arm over his leg as he held out the bag of sour gummies he had “Is it about Kiri?”

“No! Fuck. Maybe” The gummies were taken and with a slight rummaging the blonde grabbed one. His thought were going over every kind of scenario he could muster with the people in the room, debating and deciding on how far he could or would go with them. He might accept some sort of intimacy, like touches or hugs, sleeping in the same bed might be a bit much, but then again it would stop there. He could kiss them on the cheek or something, or let them do it to him, but he didn’t want to make out with them like or snuggle up to them like he wanted with Kirishima, the redhead was different. He really hoped that the redhead thought the same. That he wasn’t just one of their friends and that the hunk of rock didn’t have any boundaries.

“So yes?” Kaminaris smile was met with a scoff as Bakugou ate more of the offered gummies, the electric blonde comfortable with being so close he practically laid across Bakugous lap.

“He just annoys me” Sero and Mina were getting closer, moving so they could listen in without straining their ears, and so they could see Bakugous expression as he spoke.

“How so?” Kaminaris offering of snacks were easing the blondes tension, the super spicy chips being held out next distracting him a tiny bit as he started speaking.

“When we-“ There were faces looking up at him urging him on and his mouth snapped shut before he could get any further. “You- Shut up!”

“I’m not saying anything” Kaminari shrugged, picking things from the table to place before him in the tallers lap. The other two stayed silent, letting the blondes talk. Even if Kaminari was slow, he still had his way in making their blasty open up and feel comfortable. After a few years of hanging out they didn’t mind his potty mouth anymore, they had found ways to read his moods and seen how nice he could actually be. So, even if they might rile him up and joke around for fun, the blonde kept coming back and brushing it off after, and he always told them when they crossed the line. Kirishima might be different from them, and they knew that, but sometimes they also got to be the blondes support.

“Your mind is loud” He grumbled, taking wrappers from his lap and dropping them to the floor or bed.

“Didn’t know you were a mind reader, Kachan” There was a chuckle and then Seros looking away as the blonde shoot him a glare. He still took a piece from the bag that was held out for him, tankful that Bakugou seemed calm for now.

“Fuck you”

“Aww, thanks, but I’m already trying for someone else. And you’re taken” Kaminari got a look from Mina as she wanted to know who. Bakugou really would like nothing more than to let the other take the attention from him, but then he knew it wouldn’t last long and the last part bothered him. He didn’t want to lie, but then he had told them before that he wasn’t dating anyone. He wanted to, but he wasn’t. He wasn’t sure if they were joking whenever they asked and teased him about his connection to Kirishima, but he really did want to date the guy, so if he could get some kind of help then it might be best to ask while they were alone and not with the redhead or any other classmates.

“I’m not” The look he got was one of doubt. Kaminari and Sero had been some of those that had heard the way Kirishima had boldly declared Bakugou as his. They also knew exactly how close the two were when they thought nobody was looking.

Minas scoff was one of amusement as she watched from her seat “Sure babe. Hand holding, hugging, the whole feeding him thing. You two are totally not a couple”

Shaking his head no he watched as Kaminari started putting what had been thrown back onto the table, not really wanting to have his room messed up with crumbs everywhere, “But we aren’t. We’re just friends”

“Wait… seriously?!”

Bakugou sneered, his face scrunching up as he kicked the smaller blonde away from himself.

“So, when you ask if friends kiss? Does that have to do with Kirishima as well?” The eyeroll said more than they had hoped for, but not enough to actually give them any context.

“Bakubro. I say this out of love. You should just ask him out.” Mina shifted from the chair to squeeze into the corner between Bakugou and the headboard, her hand being swatted away before it could land on his head to ruffle his hair.

“I don’t want to” he did want to, but saying it would put him at a disadvantage, if Kirishima didn’t want to then that would be a defeat he couldn’t accept, then it might just spiral out of control and everything they had worked to build up would come crumbling down around them.

“Do you actually just want to stay just friends?” “No” There was a small awe from beside him as Mina tried to wriggle into her decided spot. Sero rolled his eyes with a smirk, as the Blonde stayed put. “Then why are you being so difficult?”

“Don’t know” Seros scoff was met with another glare, his arm pulling Bakugou in closer so Mina could sit comfortably. Bakugou did know, but dwelling on why was pointless if he didn’t have a way to solve it. He liked Kirishima enough to be sad when he thought of him with someone else. He liked Kirishima enough to let it slide how the redhead clearly tried to use him to get off. He liked him enough to ignore the fact that they were kissing under a guise and that he wanted them to be more, but the idea that Kirishima might not like him as much made him freeze up and his heart squeeze in his chest.

He was angry that they couldn’t get anywhere, and he was angry that it took so long for him to realise what he actually wanted. Kirishima was his and he wanted him to stay that way. He wanted them to be together until they were old and wrinkly, but he was scared. He was scared that if they crossed that line there was no turning back. That the redhead would one day have enough of him after putting up with his nasty personality. He hadn’t changed. He was still his old self. A bully.

Even if he had apologized and tried to atone for his past, he was still that rude bully with anger issues and an inferiority complex. If Kirishima grew to be stronger than him, he wasn’t sure what he would do. He might blow up. He would want to congratulate him, but it would eat away at him and he’d show his ugly side, and Kirishima would realise he was a lost cause. “I don’t want him to hate me”

“Yeah. I get that. Crushes can be a bitch on the mind” The hand on his head was calming, even if it wasn’t the rough and warm palm of his best friend, Minas hand was a lot smaller. Seros shoulder was firm like the redhead, but it felt different, and Kaminaris hands on his knees lacked the rough grip and didn’t rub circles with thumbs into his thigh, but it still felt comforting.

“Didn’t you have one on Kirishima as well?”

“What? Me?” The pinkette held back a laugh, shaking her head as she stroked blonde dandelion hair roughly “No, dear. I adore and respect him, but I haven’t been interested in him that way… maybe wanting to be him sometimes, but nah. Most of the guys in this class isn’t exactly my type.”

“Rude…” “Shush Denki. I might love love-stories, but I still haven’t found my own”

“So, if you were Kiri for a day… you’d have to kiss Bakubro here.”

“Oh! Yeah! Bakugou. If I took over Kiris body, I’d smooch the living crap out of you! Then that big hunk of rock would know exactly what to do when he got it back!” Bakugou couldn’t help the grimace as Mina gushed about her plan. His mind at odds if he would enjoy that or not, on one side it would be Kirishimas body, on the other hand it would be Mina inside

“No thanks… We already do enough without your help.”

Minas jaw hung open and her hands stopped, a question clear on her face and Bakugou interrupted her before she could actually ask “Shut up!”

“Are you two stupid or what?” Kaminari was holding back a grin as he saw his friend try and turn away from the trio, his face red as he faced the ceiling as a last resort. He groaned as the trio kept clinging to him, swatting at the pink hand that poked him in the ribs and was about to say something else when the door burst open.

 “Sorry, sorry! I got a bit hung up seeing how far I could push my record. Is the movie done already?” Kirishima hoisted his gymbag with him in the door, trying to close it more silently than he had entered as he stepped into the room.

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Kirishima wasn't sure what he was expecting, but seeing his group of friends all huddled up on Kaminaris bed, Bakugou squeezed tight into Seros chest with Mina and Denki hanging off him was not it. It sent a pang of something ugly through his mind and his hands gripped his bag a little tighter as he marched closer.

"What are you doing?" there was no response from the blonde, or the other three, just staring back at Kirishimas glare. "Bakugou. Aren’t you uncomfortable? You don't like being touched by others."

He eyed Seros hand that had a tight hold of Bakugous waist, and Kaminari more or less laying on the bigger blonds lap. Bakugou only rolled his eyes with a frown. It had his lips tighten and eyes narrow. The bubbling in his chest was growing again, it wasn’t something he could control, but he didn't like it. He didn’t like feeling jealous towards his friends, but he didn’t like how close they were either. Bakugou being touched so intimately was his privilege.

"Get off him" he hissed under his breath, hands reaching out to pull the small blonde away only to have his hands slapped away by Bakugou.

His friends were staring up at him with a mix of emotions that had him take a step back. He could feel the way his jaw clenched, and his mouth frowned. It felt wrong, but he couldn’t stop himself. He had to calm down, take a deep breath and calm down. He had just ran 20 miles and gone full out training by himself, he couldn’t go again, his mind had just lightened as he hit the showers and now the emotions he had tried so hard to overwrite were coming back. "The fuck shitty hair?"

"Kirishima. Why are you being all prickly. We want our share of Blasty-cuddles too" Mina was scolding him, her hold on his blonde tightening as she rubbed his head.

"Don't call it that, raccoon eyes." Bakugou was letting her, only hissing in return.

"Why? It's so rare that we get to do it, but it feels so nice when you let us!" Sero was pushing it, his hand still on the curve of Bakugous waist and pulling him in tight.

"Yeah. Like a feral cat that shows it's belly" Denki was right, but that feral cat was his to pet.

"Don't compare me to a fucking cat, dunce!" Ouch. Maybe he shouldn’t, but the metaphor fit so nicely.

Mina grinned and was met with a swat to her wrist as she rubbed the blondes head. “Hissy kitty got claws.”

“Fuck you!” It felt like a punch to the gut as Bakugou didn’t move away or show he cared enough to reprimand them any further. If he had said it, then the blonde would surely yell at him. His face would turn pink, and he would grumble about Kirishima embarrassing him. Besides the swear he only yawned as the gang kept their place, grinning and giggling among themselves.

"I said get off him. Bakugou come on. You don't like it, right?"

"it’s fine" Bakugou truly didn't mind that much, as long as they didn't push it, he was fine with the trios closeness and occasional hugs or touching as well as their jokes and teasing. Not at the scale it was with Kirishima, but they didn't bother him as much as other people doing it.

"You can't- fuck. Yeah fine," The redhead grumbled, catching himself before he said something he'd regret. He had to calm down. It was nothing. He was fine. Bakugou was his own person. It wasn't fair of him to be so obsessive and cagey. They were all friends, he did it himself and now he was berating them for acting like that with another friend. Blaming Bakugou for how he himself felt and being a jerk about it. He had to calm down, breathe, let it go and see it as what it was instead of his vision tinted green. "Did you finish the movie?"

"Oh right. We had to pause at the end here because of some... Uh... Personal talk" it had him bristle again as Sero glanced towards Bakugou as he said it.

"Really? What kind"

"Nothing. Just some stuff" Sero shrugged, his eyes still on the blonde and Kirishima could see how Bakugou looked back with a small twitch of his brow. They were avoiding giving details but showing exactly who had said something, even without meaning to. Bakugou had confined in them something he didn't want to tell Kirishima. It had his teeth sink into his lip as he forced himself to not react. His hands nails digging into palms in his pocket.

"Cool. Cool... So, I'm not good enough to tell?" He had to stop. He was getting agitated over nothing. Bakugou had the right to talk with others, it wasn’t his business, but it still hurt.

"That's not-" "No. It's fine. Just tell everyone else but me. I don't matter. We're just friends anyways. Same as everyone else." His voice was trembling and his leg bounced as he felt the ugly take over. Bakugou didn't want to be more. If he did, then he would have said so. He was fine staying friends, he was fine letting their other friends touch him and coddle him and being vulnerable with them. He didn't care if it wasn't Kirishima that did it. He'd be fine with anyone .  

"Since I’m just one of your friends, then why don't you just ask one of them to do it?”

“Kirishima-“ Bakugou hissed, sitting up a little straighter as Kirishimas mouth ran off without him, “You like when we kiss so why not them? And you like when I control and chastise you. So, why not ask one of them to do it?” He had to stop. His mind was going too fast for him.

“Since you're so fine with just anyone, why not ask Denki, or Sero or Mina or even Izuku?! They'll surely agree to make-out with you like friends do!" Bakugous hand exploded in his face and his butt hit the floor. Face livid the blonde glared at him, standing between the redhead and the bed with his mouth open, tense and quivering as if he was trying to say something but got stuck on the words. His cheeks were bright red, and his nose scrunched up to meet his brows as his eyes turned glossy.

"Fuck you" it was hard to hear as he breathed it out, turning away to stomp out the room and away from Kirishima,

"Hey-! Bakugou! Hold up, I’m not done!" The door slammed behind him before the redhead could say any more. Leaving him to stand there with their trio of friends that were staring from the bed.

"What the fuck Kiri!?" "Are you serious?!" the trio looked at him like he'd intentionally hurt their feelings, sitting together and gaping at the redhead with disgust.

“What the fuck man?" Kaminaris expression turned sour as he turned to lean against the bed, picking up a bag of chips that had been overturned. "Why are you being such a prick! We were having a good time and then you decide to be so-so- arg!”

"What?! It's not my fault. HE is being a jerk!" Kirishimas outburst was met with one of Seros hands as he shook his head no.

"Dude, Kirishima. I'll be honest. That was completely out of line.”

"Uh yeah. Kachan did nothing wrong. We hug you and talk to you without him all the time too. It's not like you have to know everything that happens just because you two are- are... What even are you? You say you're not dating, but you act like being friends is too little. Then you say shit like that and now you are blaming us for being close to him?! What do you even want?!" Kirishimas glare was making the shorter blonde jolt and lean back, in striking range as he was the only one on the floor with Kirishima. Not that the sunshine shark had ever really hit him, but he had struck Midoriya a few days prior. That had also been about Bakugou being touched, so he wasn’t sure if he was safe or not.

His hands clenched fabric of his shorts and Kirishima turned away from the stares, his mind still going a mile a minute and his body felt foreign as he tried to breathe through his nose and not explode at the trio as well, "I- I don't have to tell you that!"

"No, but neither do you have the right to be mad at us for talking to Bakugou!" Sero was right, he knew that. He just didn’t want them to be touching like that.

“Bakugou doesn’t like-“ “He can tell us that himself! Kiri, stop it. You’re being unreasonable and you know it” Mina was getting up from her seat. Walking the short distance to kneel at the redheads side.

“I’m not…” “Yes, you are. Why are you freaking out these days?! You’re usually good under pressure and now you keep being angry, it’s not like you” Her hand was brushed off before it could touch his shoulder, and he wished he hadn’t by the way her eyes narrowed. She was trying to comfort him, he was being a shit friend. He needed to calm down, take a step back and look at everything rationally. He knew that, but with every glance he caught of the trio he could only think of how they must be judging him for his behaviour, how the jealousy in his chest was roaring at them for trying to take his blonde privilege.

“I… am I really?” His eyes glanced towards the rest, switching between them and taking in their expressions.

“Yeah!” Kaminari scoffed, still leaned back against the bed and on alert to Kirishimas movements.

“You’re scaring the locals dude” On top of the bed Sero had shifted to the edge, a hand patting Denkis shoulder, a slight smile on his face.

“Sorry.” He didn’t mean to, they had to know, but then he had been a bit on edge for a while. The bomb had been dropped when he rutted against Bakugou that morning, and now he had to do damage control before he went off.

“Shut up. Just tell us why” Black and yellow eyes were in his face and Kirishima felt like he was being interrogated by that gaze, the way she leaned in close and her hand firm on his arm.

“I-I don’t know” If he told them they might hate him. Bakugou might already hate him.

Mina wasn’t having any of it. As his closest friend she had a way of finding out when the redhead was off, she was even better then Bakugou at it, calling him out on it and making sure he didn’t spiral or fall back into bad habits. “Bullshit”

“I don’t!”

“It’s not about Bakugou?” Mina said it like she knew the answer. It was about the explosive blonde. Everything was caused by the two having poor communication and built-up stress from suppressing their feelings. It was changing their usually positive sunshine boy into a grumpy possessive wolf, and their groups high-strung grouch was getting more than a little quiet and depressive the further it went on.

His hands gripped at his clothes and hair and the redhead really just wanted to curl into himself and shut them out as he sorted his thoughts, but they were there and they were trying to help him, he just didn’t know if he wanted it, “I told you it’s not my fault! He’s the one that asked if friends could kiss!”

“And what did you say?”

“I-“ Kirishima clamped his mouth shut, looking away as the guilt showed on his face. He had said yes. He was the one that had made the misunderstanding stay. But they had been fine. Bakugou had agreed, they were on the same page, even if it was filled with scribbles, smudged ink, and torn at the edges.

"Seriously?" Mina looked at him with that look she often gave Mineta. Like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing and that it disgusted her. "Did you really use that as an excuse not to just date?"

"It wasn't my idea" He should just shut his mouth. He didn’t have to tell them more. If they wanted to poke and prod, then he was allowed to keep quiet. It was his problem to fix, they had just seen a little of it by accident.

"Oh really? So Bakugou was the one to suggest that?" The way Sero was looking at him, unconvinced and slightly disappointed, had his insides twist.

"That’s… Yeah" He wasn’t lying. Bakugou had sort of suggested it. Or had asked it at least.

"As if. You want us to believe that Kacchan said friends kiss so you should too?" Kirishimas sneer shot to Denki as the shorter blonde rolled his eyes. What did he know. Bakugou wasn’t as straight forward as they thought. The blonde had beat around the bush enough times for Kirishima to realise that he had times of uncertainty as well. He might seem strong and didn’t lie if his life depended on it, but Bakugou didn’t always say what was on his mind and what he wanted either.

"No...Not exactly" Thinking about it the way Bakugou kept letting Kirishima do what he wanted, even if he sometimes looked sullen about it, was the same. Bakugou wanted something from him. Something he couldn’t say.

"Then what? You just casually started making out and then decided to keep going because it wasn't that big deal? Kiri. I love you, but grow up"

"Shut up. I don't have to tell you everything that happens between us" If Bakugou wanted to tell him something but hesitated then it had to be a big deal. If he had been trying to tell him then it would have been subtle in tiny hints disguised as something else. Bakugou always had a knack for speaking between the lines. He’d show it in his motions, even without words he’d convey his messages even as they were lost on others.

"Yeah. But I at least want to see you two be happy and on the same page than whatever is happening right now!" Even if Mina thought she knew, he couldn’t just go for it if he wasn’t certain. He had to think. Calm down and think carefully.

"It's none of your business." Bakugou had been acting like a friend, but accepting everything he did to him. He hadn’t pushed him away, the blonde had done what he wanted, but had he wanted it himself.

"Do you want to stay as friends?"

"Mina." The hiss in his voice was not intentional. It was personal, him and Bakugou. His friends were pushing and talking to him like they knew when they didn’t know anything at all. He just had to have a moment to think. If he could only sort out the thought and understand why.

"You're messing with our boys head and it's making everyone uncomfortable how possessive you are getting" Mina was grinding on his nerves. She was too close, he felt like he’d lash out at her.

"Back off"

"No. For once I'm going to tell you exactly what is going on. You two are in love and you're both too stubborn and stupid to do anything about it. Why are you insisting on being just friends?" Kirishima was looking away, his mouth tasted like iron from how his teeth kept biting into his lip and cheeks. There would probably be tears in his shorts from how hard he gripped the fabric, and he really just wanted to bolt and let them be mad at him.

"I get Bakugou being a little narrow minded, and I get you have your anxiety. But if you'd just look at it from an outsider perspective, you'd see there's nothing to worry about"

He shot up from his spot, accidentally toppling Mina to the floor as he stepped towards the balcony doors only to stop and start towards the door instead.

"Stop it! I get you want to help, but enough! I'm not going to say anything! Bakugou isn't going to say anything, and we'll just pretend nothing happened and never have to worry about it ever again! Kissing is fine if it doesn't escalate! I'm never going to lose control again and we'll stay friends forever!" He could leave, he didn’t have to stay there and listen to them judging him.

"Lose control? Like how you bit him?" The way Denki sounded had him snap back towards the trio, eyes wide as he remembered they all knew of the large bloody bite he had left on blasty, they had probably talked about it, seen it even closer than he thought. It had scabbed over already and probably wouldn’t leave a scar, but it was still there because the blonde hadn’t gone to get it healed by Recovery girl.

"No! Yes! The bite isn't the issue! It was everything else I did! My mind goes places and- I don't want to talk about this!” The strap of his gymbag dug into his neck and chest as if it was strangling him. His head felt woozy he had to get it off.

Kaminari scoffed, eyes on the redhead as he paced “You really should just ask him out. It’s not that bad”

“It’s not a good idea!" Struggling with the strap buckle he wrangled it over his head and threw it to the floor, slumping down on the bed besides Sero. A pillow was it was offered, and he grabbed it, hugging it close to his chest as he took deep breaths.

“What you’re doing now is not a good idea! This charade of being- it’s just bad!” Mina was watching him from her seat, her hands busying themselves with gathering up bags of chips and stuff that had fallen.

“Yeah, really. You shouldn’t mess with him like that. It’s going to get harder the more you do it. Then someday you might just lose him instead” Arms slung over his friends shoulders, Sero rubbed circles onto his back “He might get enough and leave for someone else….”

“WHAT- NO! Bakugou is mine!” Kirishima could feel the hardening in his face, the way his lips retracted, his teeth bared and his fingers sinking into the pillow until he heard it rip. The idea that Bakugou would leave him was what was stopping him from moving forward in the first place, and now his friends were saying that might also make the other leave.

“Really… you sure that’s not just possession?” Shooting a glare at the electric blonde Kirishima shook his head no, kneading the pillow between his hands feathers tickling at his knuckles.

“I do like him, it’s more than just friendship. But he’s so… So, him, and I’m just- bleah.“ his eyes were watering, and his head hurt so much. Bakugou probably hated him from being such a bastard earlier. He had been possessive. The blonde had a good reason for wanting to leave and he still wanted to yell at him for it.

“No, you’re not” Mina was glaring. She always told him not to think of himself like that, but she just saw what she wanted to as his friend.

"Remember how he told us about the girl he dated once. How it didn't last because she was bad at studying and couldn't do anything right? He told us he accepted to date her because she was the most popular girl in his elementary school, and she was on the student council. But she kept annoying him by being really clingy and pestered him to help her with everything... I don't want Bakugou to think of me like that" Kirishimas voice was so low they had to strain to hear him. It was something he hadn’t thought about in a while, he didn’t want to compare himself to the past, but he had known about what the blonde disliked in a partner. If he was already annoying, then it meant he was even worse than the ex. He was a clingy, pathetic, bastard of a possessive jerk.

"Yeah, but didn't he say she also went out with some other guys and had them do her homework?" Seros hand kept rubbing circles and the two others were huddling closer as well, keeping a distance but trying their best to keep their own anger and agitation down.

“What if we break up? What do I do then?!” He couldn’t breathe, every breath was painful and heavy as he tried to gulp down air, hands gripping red hair until it hurt.

There was a shift in the weight on the bed and Kaminari settled beside him “And if you don’t?”

“I- I don’t want to ruin our friendship” Hands shook as he let go, taking a moment to stare at them only to slam them down against his knees, he had to calm down, to breathe, think, not let his mind get the better of him. Look at a spot, any spot, just focus on that and breathe.

“Boohoo. You already are.” Mina scoffed, her tone calm, but there were some barbs there she couldn’t hide, and they hurt and stabbed at him all the same.

“Kiri, bro, calm down. It’s going to be ok. Just talk to him and you’ll see you-“ “I said, NO!” The way his mind snapped was nothing sudden. It had been bubbling since morning, and even if it had gone on like waves through the day, with that comment it swallowed him whole.

“Dude. we’re just trying to help” Denki called after him, watching the redhead gather his bag and marching towards the door

“Well don’t. I didn’t ask for your help!” Eyes narrowing, he threw a stare back into the room before throwing the door open and storming out “I’m leaving!”

“Kirishima! You better go explain yourself!” Mina was hanging out the door before he could slam it and he really wished she would just move so he could, but he didn’t want to hurt her.

“I don’t need to!” He yelled back, stomping his way to the elevator and taking it up to his floor, fuming to himself about how pushy his friends were being. It wasn’t their business. They kept acting like they supported them, but then they kept getting frustrated whenever he and Bakugou denied being a couple. He was getting sick of it, he was fine. He just needed a moment to think. They had pestered him so much he couldn’t, but he knew he had to figure it out. All the little hints Bakugou had given him, he could figure it out by himself.

They didn’t know anything. He was the one that knew Bakugou the best. Knew how he really was, how gentle and nice he was. How he sometimes didn’t speak his mind but instead showed it through his actions. The slightly shy side of him that seemed grumpy but was actually just his embarrassment showing. How he’d listen and watch and give advice that were so genuine Kirishima felt seen, and it filed his insides with sunshine and butterflies. Kirishima knew how he looked when he smiled and how he looked with his eyes full of love as he bit his lip and tilted his head just the slightest to stare through lashes. How his cheeks would pinken just that tiny bit if Kirishima touched his hand and the blonde would lean into the touch as he watched the redhead as they hung out.

Kirishima halted, stopping at the blondes door. Bakugous eyes were always so warm when they looked his way. They were always following him and even if he sometimes flinched away if he got caught the blonde would always look back in a matter of seconds. His touches were always so sweet and gentle, and even if he was crass at times and never listened to anyone but him Bakugou was still nice towards him and did as told. Bakugou had loved when Kirishima acted possessive when they made out. Having him repeat it again and again, relishing in being called the redheads.

He had asked him so many times what they were, Kirishima thought back to earlier. Bakugou had been upset when they stopped but why had been lost on him in the heat of the moment. Bakugou had asked  him about them being a couple. He had been upset Kirishima kept treating them as friends. If the other was upset they would just be friends, would that mean he had hope of being more?

He had to talk to him about it. Make sure he wasn’t reading it wrong. If Bakugou had doubted himself as being worthy because of Kirishimas behaviour, then he should at least reassure him about what happened earlier was not the blondes fault and all because of his own insecurities. The blonde was beyond worthy in Kirishimas book.

Thoughts racing, his fist hammered against the door. If he was right that there was hope, then he could maybe make the other say something. If he said he wanted to be more, then Kirishima could accept. If he told Bakugou he wanted to be more the other might just feel pressured to comply, but if he said it then Kirishima would know he meant it and everything would be fine, he just had to be enough and put in the work so that Bakugou would never leave him. He’d be the best boyfriend there was.

The door opened after a few long seconds, the blonde had the lights off, already in his pyjamas and Kirishima could feel his heart thundering in his ears as he mustered up the courage, taking the leap with no way back.

“Bakugou. We need to talk.”

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“Bakugou. We need to talk.” Standing outside the door Kirishima watched the blonde open the door. His fists shook at his sides and eyes squeezed tight he took a deep breath, thinking the words through in his mind before he spoke them, trying his best to keep his voice steady and clear. “Um I know it’s not much of an apology but… You’re an amazing guy. I’m so sorry for making you feel anything else, and, well, if someone were to date you, they would be the luckiest in the whole world. But I don’t want-“ “This isn’t working” Bakugous voice was curt, cutting him off before he could get to what he actually wanted to say.

“What?” Eyes opening, he blinked as he saw Bakugou standing there, illuminated from the hallway and the darkness of his room. The other had always been so full of life, showing every emotion on his face, but now he just looked blank. “What do you mean?”

“I’m done… You want to keep up this thing… and I don’t want us to stop. But it’s enough. I can’t anymore. Don’t speak to me anymore. Don’t sit near me when we’re together, don’t look at me, don’t touch me and most of all don’t kiss me again. I’m done!” It hurt, Bakugou wasn’t looking at him, rather staring at a corner somewhere far away and blanking the redhead before him.

“Katsuki, why are you-?!” “You said friends can kiss. You said I’m yours, and you said anyone would be lucky to have me, but then you don’t want me?!” Red eyes were turning glossy in the light and the way his lips tightened, and his voice pitched, Kirishima couldn’t help but step closer reaching out for Bakugous hand, “It’s not working anymore! We can’t be friends! I hate it!”

“Katsuki…” Kirishimas hand was slapped away before he could grab the others. The blonde glared with all the anger he could muster, his face twisting in a grimace as bright eyes held back tears.

“I told you not to touch me! YOU FUCKING HUMILIATED ME BACK THERE!” There was a pause, Bakugou staring him down as his shoulders rose to his ears.

“Yeah. I’m sorry that was… I was a jerk” He nodded, he really had stepped over the line “but I don’t want us to stop being friends. We can work it out. If you don’t like us kissing then I’ll stop, but don’t stop being my friend.” Kirishima took a step closer, hand reaching out only to stop as he saw the blonde jolt. Bakugous gaze following the movement of his tanned hand. His body squared as he gripped the doorjamb tight, ready to slam it close or escape if the redhead tried anything else.

“I don’t hate it! That’s the problem, you fucking idiot!” When he took another step forward Bakugou took one back, the door close to slamming in his face if he hadn’t caught it.

“Why are you getting angry again?! If you want to say something, then why don’t you just say it to my face!” Kirishimas hand reached out to grab Bakugous hand only for it to be slapped away.

“I AM-! I DID! I TOLD YOU, AND YOU FUCKING BRUSHED IT OFF!” His hands kept being slapped away as the blonde backed into the dark room. Only a sliver of light from the streetlamps outside and the hallway giving sight as Kirishima kept reaching for those pale hands.

“No, you didn’t!?” If he had Kirishima couldn’t remember. He’d said a lot of things, but there had never been a confession. He hadn’t asked if they could be more than friends.

“I DID!”

“THEN WHAT DID YOU SAY?!” Yelling back Kirishima moved in faster, his hands being smacked away and blocked by Bakugou whenever he tried to grab him. Even with his quirk he couldn’t get a decent grip on the blonde, not if the other didn’t want him to, “Stop that!”

A foot hit his shin, and the blonde stumbled as he lost his balance, giving Kirishima an opportunity to snatch his arm, pulling him in before being pushed off by Bakugous explosion,  “Don’t touch me, shitty hair!”

“Katsuki! Just let me talk to you!” He was tripping over a hand weight and bumping against furniture as he chased the other further inside, watching him in the dark and catching him whenever he stumbled himself only to be thrown off.

“SHUT UP!”

“NO!”

“EIJIRO!” The window hit his back, sparkles were going off at his palms as Kirishima reached for him again. The blonde squirming away from the touch and slapping the hands away between small explosions only to have them slam down on each side of him, caging him in between them.

“If you don’t stop, I’ll kiss you!”

Bakugou wasn’t looking at him, he had barely done so since he stepped into the room. His shoulders shook, and his eyes squeezed shut as Kirishima leaned in. “JUST TRY IT, I’LL KILL YOU!”

“I really will if you don’t stop yelling!” Fingers clawed at wrists and the fabric of his jacket, as he tried to make the redhead move his arms. Kirishima stood still, not caring that Bakugous quirk was singing the cuff of his hoodie, it wasn’t meant to throw him off. Even as his hands sized the blondes, there was no strength behind the explosions.

“FUCK YOU!” The explosions were doing nothing to the redheads hardened skin, entwining their fingers and holding on tightly as Bakugou kept trying to shake him off even if it was weaker, no longer having the will to fight back.

“Katsuki. I’ll kiss you now” With their chests pressed together he could feel Bakugous heart beating fast against his own. The heat of his palms against his own felt damp even with the explosions sparkling between them. Bakugou wasn’t fighting him back.

“don’t-” “If you don’t want it, then tell me to stop, right now. If you tell me to stop now, I will listen to you, but only now.”

“Fuck you.” The blondes toes curled against the floorboards, his shoulders raising to his ears as he stood rigid.

“One.”

“You’re not playing fair!” A blush was creeping onto his face, turning his ears red in the light from outside.

“Two.”

“Eijiro… sto-…” There was a short hesitation, red meeting red as they stared at one another. “If you kiss me now, we’re no longer just friends.” The blondes head dipped as he turned to the floor, but he wasn’t fighting back.

Kirishima couldn’t help the small smile as he leaned in closer, tilting his head until he could tilt Bakugous chin back up. He could see the hurt and hesitation as well as the hope and a little bit of guilt in those eyes as they averted again, waiting for the redheads next move.

“Three.” the kiss swallowed his words as Kirishimas hands gripped the blondes, pressing him up against the balcony doors as he muffled himself with the kiss, “I love you.” His eyes felt warm as he squeezed them shut, mouthing it over and over into the kiss “I love you. I love you, I love you, Katsuki. I’m sorry. I love you“ Bakugous breath caught between their lips, the taller no longer responding as he pressed his own against him as he spoke. The mantra falling as he kissed his way to the blonds ear, burring his head in his neck.

Long seconds went by of just pressing against the other, holding him close and listening to their breathing. Bakugou hadn’t said anything. He was quiet and it was making the redheads stomach turn as he wondered what could possibly be running through the tallers mind.

The sob came unbidden. “... I didn’t mean to. To love you that is. To fall in love with you.“

Bakugou shifted, and Kirishimas grip tightened as he held his face hidden in the crock of the blondes neck “It’s just that you’re so, so amazing. So manly and adorable, and handsomely beautiful! You make my heart do loops, and my stomach is in my throat, and I can’t even think when our eyes meet! I want you to be mine and me to be yours and-and... I’m sorry, I don’t deserve you, but I-I... Katsuki. Please be mine... Please say yes. Please don’t hate me.” Sniffling the last words he wiped at his face, covering his eyes as he prepared for retaliation, all the feelings huddled up in his chest and swarming his head all at once.

It was silent for the longest time, Bakugou was still there, but he wasn’t saying anything, only standing there, Kirishima couldn’t look at him, eyes squeezed tight behind his arms until Bakugou grabbed his shoulder, pushing him back enough to see the others face. Slowly he peered up, seeing the bright pink expression and averted eyes of his crush. Lips were moving under fingers, articulating words, biting skin in delay as he nodded, voice shaking and a pitch higher once he found it.

“You- don’t say it like that. I already… I like you, by a lot. So, I’m… I’m going to let you off this time and say it for real since you can’t seem to say it properly, Eijiro. Don’t fucking apologize!” His blush was spreading from his ears down his neck and the sneer was one of embarrassment as his lips curled up into a smile “We’re boyfriends now. Fucker. Stop staring. Ok?! I’ll be your blasted boyfriend, lover, yours, whatever you want to call it, so- stop that... Stupid Shitty-hair, say you deserve it, and- fuck- stop smiling- I like you too alright?”

“Katsuki… I love you” “Yeah?” “I love you" Their lips met between words, Kirishimas hands holding the blonde close as he spoke them, feeling their hearts beating loud side by side.

“I’ll be sure to treat you right from now on” He felt so much relief he felt drained. Everything just washed away, and it was getting hard to stand.

“You haven’t been doing so already?” The raised brow as Bakugou leaned back against the balcony doors had the redhead frown, He had been trying, but he had been a mess. He knew that. Bakugou knew that. Almost the whole class knew that.

“Not enough” Nuzzling into the blondes neck he left kisses after kisses against his jaw, earning a small chuckle as it tickled the taller man.

“I’m not some precious thing that will break you know” It sounded forced, Bakugous hands were still shaking just the slightest in his grip. Even as he grinned as Kirishimas head rose to look at him.

Leaning in he kissed him again, gently pressing lips together in a small peck “No, you are precious. My precious Katsuki.”

Scoffing the blonde bit down, lightly tugging at Kirishimas bottom lip as he pulled away, “What if I want you to be a little rough with me?”

Licking at the bite Kirishima grinned. Bakugou might not admit that he had a thing for being manhandled, but he showed it in the strangest of ways. It was cute how he acted so though, Kirishima loved that side of him as well, the one that craved dominance and a good fight, he loved it just as much as the sweeter more affectionate side and the grumpy side and the one that would call him out on his bullshit or even the one that burst with laughter when he did something stupid. He loved all of him, “I’ll make sure you get exactly what you want. But I’ll still treasure you”

“You sap” there was a roll of his eyes and a smile as he said it. His hands still felt damp, but they were no longer shaking as Kirishima guided them to his shoulders, letting the blonde wrap his arms around them and grip onto his hoodies back.

“You won’t say it back?” he faked a whine, head tilting and a pout on his lips. It had the blonde tense for a second and then he was glaring at him, teeth worrying his lips as he stumbled over his words

“Shit… well… I… I do love you”

“Thank you” The way he said it might not have been that great, but he meant it, Kirishima knew he meant it and it had his heart do loops as he saw how Bakugou glanced at him, still trying to form the words he wanted to say.

“Shut up, just accept it. I love you! There, I said it!” He huffed, lips tight as he turned towards the wall, his ears and cheeks completely red in the soft light “I’ll be sure to take care of you from now on. So, you better accept being loved to the max!”

“Katsuki. I’m going to kiss you again, ok?”

“Don’t ask, just do it” The redheads hands were in his hair, pulling him in and pressing his back against the pane of glass. Their tongues prodded and their hands gripped as they fought to stay together until they ran out of air. Bakugou was his. They were going to be an actual couple, and he could make out with him without relying on stupid lies or feeling guilty for it.

Bakugou was holding him close, he smelled so good, he felt so good in the blondes arms, and his lips tasted so sweet it was impossible to pull back. They were moving from the balcony doors, Bakugou leading the way until knees hit the mattress and Kirishima had no choice but to kneel or lose the connection of their lips.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered the door was still open, but he couldn’t care less at the moment, there was no one else on their floor besides Soji. If he wanted to watch them then that would be his problem. It would be different if they did something else, but if they were just kissing then it didn’t matter.

His mind kept imagining things, making him unsure it even mattered if the other saw them doing more. Kirishima would show them all, that Bakugou was his and his alone, body and soul and he’d make sure they knew not to mess with him. He knew it was wrong, but at the same time it had his crotch stir at the thought, Bakugou looking like a mess under or on top of him, crying out his name and only having eyes for him. No, He’d keep that to himself. He’d never show Bakugou like that to anyone else.

“Mine” His lips moved down to nip at the blondes Adams apple, Bakugou arching his neck to let him. Teeth graced skin and he swore he heard a mewl of a moan.

“Katsuki, can I… um… I won’t bite you again, but may I leave a mark on you?” He could see the way Bakugou blushed even in the dark, his eyes bright and wide as he thought about it. he almost missed the nod as Bakugous hand rose to hide a smile,

“Do what you want” The way he’d breathed out the words were like a bomb on a dam. Kirishimas dam of rationality ready to burst. Bakugou wanted him to leave his mark. He wanted Kirishima to show he was his.

Hands gripped thighs as he shifted, hoisting the blonde up onto his lap as he knelt on the beds edge. “I want to leave my mark on you”

“I think you already did” smirking the blonde arched his neck to the side, showing off the small scabs at the junction where he’d been bitten by the redhead a few days ago. He could barely see it in the light dark against pale skin where his singlet wouldn’t cover.

“Yeah, sorry about that. This one won’t hurt” He felt guilty he’d done it, but mostly because he wanted to do it again.

“Fuck off. I don’t care if it hurts, I can take it” Bakugou didn’t know how much those words did to him, how hard it made him want to do it. To make it permanent. He had to be careful, or he’d hurt him. However tough his best friend, his boyfriend was.

“No. I care. I want you to feel good. To treasure you. I won’t hurt you” Even as he said it the images in his head were something else, Bakugou crying his name, his butt bright with his handprint and claw marks, his body littered in Kirishimas bitemarks and hickeys. His nails had left red marks on the other when he had humped him in his sleep. He had made him bleed with his teeth and had Bakugou hurt from being too rough, he didn’t know if he could hold back from it happening again if he were to let loose and let his fantasies win. He wanted Bakugou to feel good too, he had to be careful and treasure him, make sure he didn’t break if he wasn’t gentle enough.

Kirishimas quirk was sharp, he had made sure to take precautions against it in his hero suit, but if they were skin against skin and he accidentally activated it then Bakugou would get hurt. Bakugous quirk wasn’t effective against his own, not unless he went all out and so he would be safe from most of it, but Bakugous skin was soft, even littered with scars and marks, it just showed how he could get hurt. He had to be careful.

Lips traced up neck to right under the blondes chin, getting a small sound from him as they kissed the soft skin and teeth opened over his jugular to suck the skin between them, leaving a small hickey. It wouldn’t be too visible it could be hidden behind a bandaid as a shaving nick, but it was there. “Turn around… I want to do another one.” “Why?” “This one you can’t cover up” a shudder ran down the blondes spine, Kirishima could feel it against his hand.

He moved slowly, shifting to turn against the wall. Kneeling on the bed and glancing back over his shoulder with a slight frown about to pull off his top, not too sure where the redhead intended to leave his mark, when the redhead stopped him,

“Hold on. One second” Getting up Kirishima rushed over towards the door, slamming it shut after a quick glance of the hallway and locking it behind him as he ran back inside to where Bakugou waited.

It had his breath catch and his crotch twist how the other looked. Singlet thrown off and he had flopped down on his back against the mattress, hands already pulling off his pants to his ankles and staring at Kirishima with a pout that told him to hurry up.

“Kats… I- you didn’t need to undress.” He settled on the bed, helping the other get the fabric off his feet and dropping it to the floor

“Well, I did, now get on with your damn marking bullshit so-!“ A gasp cut off his sentence as sharp teeth bit his calf, Kirishima working a mark into the muscle before he could say anything else, “The fuck are you doing?” “On your stomach, Katsuki, please.”

Half manhandled and half moving by himself the blonde turned over, peeking over his shoulder as the redhead kissed his way up from the love bite at his calf up his thigh. Biting down at the junction between thigh and buttocks and sucking the skin until there was a bright red mark there that had Bakugou squirm at the feeling. Another followed at the base of his spine, then his shoulder blade and his nape.

“You satisfied now?” Bakugou was grinning at him. His arm over his face hid it, but Kirishima could see it in his eyes and how his cheek lifted. The way he laid there splayed out and confident

“Yeah…” The love bites turned to kisses and then the redhead was laying on top of him, enveloping him in his body heat and holding him tight.

Rolling over to his side the blonde chuckled as Kirishima moved in to kiss him, snuggling in close “You know, I don’t mind you being possessive or obsessive or whatever, it means you only look at me… But don’t let it get to your head. If you ever humiliate me like that again I won’t hesitate.. You already have two strikes. One more and I have to beat your ass.”

“Isn’t it you’re out?”

“Heck no. I’ll beat it into your skull that I’m not a fucking object and you don’t own me. I’m yours and you’re mine, got that. I’m not one to let go of what is mine” Kirishima could feel his heart skip a beat at that and his cheeks heating up as he pulled the blonde in closer, squeezing him close as the butterflies swarmed his stomach “Damn. Katsukiiiiii! You’re so manly. I Love you so much!“

His crooked smile had another burst of butterflies fill his stomach, Bakugou was his. He wasn’t going to let them break up. He was his forever. He had to make sure to treasure him from now on. He wouldn’t lay a hand on the blonde unless the other told him he could.

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The blonde leaned against kitchen counter, staring down his boyfriend prepared their lunch. Kirishima might not be the best at cooking, but he wasn’t horrible at it. The omurice he was making might not be amazing, but with the blondes help it would be almost perfect. Or it would have been if he was allowed.

When Bakugou had come up from behind to help him the redhead had almost jumped out of his skin. Loudly announcing how he could do it himself, and that Bakugou should just get the plates and wait for him to finish. It irked him how he kept ducking away, trying to make himself seem busy doing the smallest of tasks that could easily be done with his eyes closed.

Kirishima had been extremely weird since their confessions. Acting like the blonde was made out of glass even after he had marked him up with bites and hickeys.

They had been making out on the bed after the whole ordeal. Taking their time to taste and touch each other without having to overthink everything. Kirishimas hands had traced the blondes naked skin. Cupping a feel and sliding lower until his nails dug into skin, making the blonde moan and arc away from the slight sting of pain. Then it had stopped. Kirishima taking a moment to stare only to give a smile and small shrug when the blonde questioned him.

They had cuddled and kissed most of the night after the slip up. But whenever Bakugou had tried to do more the redhead had brushed him off, gripping his hands or getting distracted by something. He first left to use the toilet, then he had started talking about how he wanted to make sure they were on the same page before going any further. Saying how they should slow down and not make any mistakes after the mess that had happened from their misunderstandings.

It made sense, but the blonde wanted to do it. It wouldn’t be a mistake. He knew Kirishima wanted to do more as well. From the way he had acted that day he’d bitten him and how he was hard against his thigh as they lay there in his bed again. “It won’t be a bad thing. I’m fine with it”  

“Mhmm, maybe. But Katsuki. I want to treasure you.” Kirishima had held him close as he said it, his fingers softly running up and down his back while the redhead nuzzled into his neck.

“I said I don’t mind.”

“When it’s right” He’d mumbled. Leaning in to muffle any more talk with his lips and then leaving to get ready for bed as it had been late and Kirishima insisted they should sleep in their own beds for some stupid reason.

He’d caught the redhead staring when they were on their way down. Kirishimas large gulp alerting him, and how the redhead had gestured and mumbled he'd figured out that the hickey at his shoulder and nape had been more than a little exposed. There had been a small pause in the hallway as Bakugou debated if he should go cover it up or not, only to be ushered back to his room by a red-faced Kirishima and having a shirt thrown over his head. If Kirishima realised it had been one of his own or not the blonde wasn’t sure, but after that the redhead kept looking away. Avoiding eye contact and acting like he hadn’t been staring whenever the blonde caught him.

Even as they stood there in the small kitchen, his eyes were strictly on the task at hand. Chopping carrots and onions and everything that would need to be in the pan.

“Eijiro, I can-“ “No! No, I’ll do it. I’m fine doing this!”

“Uh, yeah. Sure…”

Settling at a chair Bakugou waited, pulling his phone out to read through news and scroll social media, glancing over towards Kirishima whenever he made a sound. Kirishima wasn’t stupid. He knew how to do the basics, but it did worry him when he saw the amount of butter and soy sauce he’d used in the pan. It made him itch to take over and make it himself, but if the redhead really didn’t want him to then he might as well go somewhere he couldn’t see the chaos that was his boyfriends cooking. He could drown it out with chilli powder anyways.

Even as he sat down to eat with the blonde, he barely reached out to touch his shoulder as he set the plate in front of him. His foot was brushed off from touching Kirishimas under the table, and as they ate the redhead barely looked up from his plate even when Bakugou complimented him on the taste.

Not taking no for an answer Bakugou got their plates to clean. Leaving the redhead to stare at his back as he did so, hips jutting out as he bent over to put things in the dishwasher.

Kirishima might try not to be obvious, but he could spot him staring from across the room, eyes transfixed and jaws slack as he took in the curve of the blondes ass only to turn away with a blush once he saw Bakugous smirk towards him. The redhead wanted to wait, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to do it. He just wanted to make sure that they were good before it happened. He had to be careful. He shouldn’t rush things. Bakugou had tried to go further even before they got together. He needed him to know he wanted to do it because they were in love. Not just because they were horny teenagers.

There might be a small part of him that wanted to because he was a horny teenager, but it was mostly because of love.

Cleaning up he started heading back upstairs only to stop as the redhead didn’t follow immediately. Another excuse and a promise to join him soon the redhead waved him off, staying downstairs to chat with some of the others that had stumbled down for lunch.

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Mineta and Kaminari laughed loud as they walked by the common room, a bag in each hand and lecherous grins on their faces. Going into the kitchen Kaminari greeted Kirishima by showing the bag into his face.

“Dude! We got them! Do you want one~? We made sure to get lots in case it doesn’t work the first time” rustling the bag in front of his friends face the blonde bounced on his feet. It was just a normal grocery bag, but there might be something hidden in there that he didn’t want to know from the look on Minetas face.

“Um… yeah, sure… one of what exactly?”

“The fruit! I told you in the text already. Like, that link with all the stuff about it. It said melons were the closest, but we got lots of different ones” Mineta screeched, looking like he was about to commit a crime or have a stroke, close to foaming at the mouth and hands grabbing something invisible before him, not Hagakure, just imaginative invisible.

Rubbing his neck with a sheepish laugh Kirishima nodded, reaching in to grab a papaya, “What? You got us snacks Mineta, that’s so nice. Want me to help cut them so we could share with everyone?”

 “NO! it’s not for eating! Did you not read my text?! It’s for doing it! IT!”

Stepping into the kitchen with them, Ojiro looked into bag. Taking a mango himself and looking at the fruit with a raised brow “…if you’re not planning to eat them, then what exactly do you mean by… it?”

Shrugging, Kirishima pulled out more, laying everything out on the counter while looking from the grapehead to Kaminari, trying his best to figure it out. It wasn’t until he got to the bottom, pulling out multipacks of condoms that the dots started to connect.

“Masturbation! it’s like a real one after you heat it up and make a hole. Bro, you have to read what I sent you guys! Noone ever reads my texts! Geez, I only have your health in mind, so why don’t you just read it?!” he whined, grabbing the bag and moving to put one of the fruits in the microwave.

Kirishima felt his stomach sinking, watching on as the boy heated and cut into the grapefruit, slapping it onto the counter. He really hoped what was happening was not what he believed was happening. The boy stuck a finger into the hole he’d made, a loud squelch being followed by the action.

Averting his eyes, the redhead could feel his ears burning and he had to hold back from gagging at the scene. It felt way too lewd for being in the common room and everyone around him felt either as mortified or disgusted as he did. All except Kaminari, he was laughing his little head off and Kirishima really wanted to slug him for that.

“Yeah, no… not happening.”

“Mineta, please stop that. It’s… Oh gosh. Let the fruit be!” Ojiro grimaced, turning away in his mortification.

“This is really good. Look at how it just sucks it in, and it’s all wet and warm and AhaaaAHH! It’s a girl~!” Continuing to molest the flesh Mineta didn’t notice Iida coming up behind him, hands slapping around the grapehead, pulling him up to eyelevel with a look rivalling Bakugous.

“Mineta! That’s enough of you! This is indecent and highly inappropriate! If you want people to stay healthy that is one thing, but this is not a good way to tell them!”

“Oh, come on, man! It’s not bad, it’s just fruit and they should all try to be more perverted! Guys are supposed to like those sorts of things. As the class president shouldn’t you be the one to back me up on this?!” The kittle grapehead was yelling like he was the one being offended and not the other way around. It really made Kirishima wonder why he was allowed to stay in their class at all.

“Dude… why are you so gross?”

“Is the other food meant to be eaten?” Todoroki was picking up a carrot, looking it and the other vegetables over.

“The girls have carrots, cucumbers or bananas if they want, I’m not excluding them. Or the couples… but you should all try to be more sleezy sometimes, it’s good for you” The image that popped into the redheads mind was quickly shaken away. His ears tinting a little as it was instantly replaced by another and another one of his blonde upstairs doing just that.

The slamming of hands on the counter had him snapping back. His lower body pressing into the cabinet to hide any reaction he had from his imagination. “MINORU MINETA! I demand you terminate this perverse behaviour at once!”

“Yeah. I’m not one for violence. But Mineta, I really want to do some violence to you right now” Iida and Kirishima agreed to Ojiros statement with nods of their own, the trio looking ready to hit the small guy as he kept salivating and violating the grapefruit.

“You really should try to hold back sometimes. This obsession of yours is unhealthy” Kirishima really wanted to look away, but it was like a car crash, he just couldn’t however gross it was.

“HEY! You can’t talk! We have all seen the marks you leave on Bakugou! Even if you’re both guys, and it leaves more gals for me, it’s infuriating how you two are a couple!”

“That’s- That’s not it! I-” “Don’t deny it. You’re a man, Kirishima, it’s only natural”

“The bite was an accident! I was sleeping, and he smells like candy!” The look he got at his latest statement made him bite his tongue. It wasn’t a lie, most of them knew that Bakugous sweat had a smoky caramel scent and some had even pointed it out before him. He wasn’t wrong to be tempted to take a bite in his sleep. Not that he had been sleeping, but they didn’t need to know the details of what had transpired that morning and how his mind remembered it and had him want to do it again now that Bakugou and him were actually dating. Bakugou might not be opposed to a bit of dirtytalk and spicy foreplay if they were to do it sometime. He’d be careful not to hurt him again, but he really wanted to see how the blonde would react if he were to smack his perfectly round ass and speak to him like he was a cocksleeve again. Maybe he could try some dirtytalk without it going too far, test the waters a bit.

“There was more than just that bite, you dog. He even has a new one today!” A hand at his back and Kaminaris voice had him snap back to reality. Shoulders tensing as he realised how warm his face felt. He really shouldn’t be thinking about such things in public or he would pop a boner right there in the common rooms.

“Kirishima… even if I’m curious how you came to such a conclusion. Why would you be sleeping in the same bed as Bakugou?” Iida mused, his focus split between stopping the offensive scene, and trying to figure out why Kirishima would sleep in someone else’s room and if that broke curfew rules.

“I… um… I locked myself out… and we sometimes share a bed. When we feel like it” It wasn’t a lie. More often than not Bakugou had asked to stay over, or more like just done as he pleased and taken Kirishimas space as his own. He didn’t mind when Kirishima crashed in his room after studying either.

“don’t you both have single beds?” Iida asked.

“Well, we um… I like to cuddle”

“Does Bakugou?” Todorokis brow raised as the idea had him wonder if he wasn’t as close to blasty as he thought. The Blonde didn’t shake him off if they touched. But he hadn’t been allowed to hug him or act like his closest squad.

“Um… he accepts it and kinda scoots in close when I ask him. But he does complain that it’s too hot in the summer. When it’s cold out he is more like craving it and huddles under the covers like a shrimp. Denki, you know he is”

“Yeah, but for us it’s more rare. You get to do it all the time without being shaken off when he gets enough.”

“Oh, right…” Kirishimas face turned as red as his hair as he thought about it, beaming with the recognition that he was more special to Bakugou. “I-I’m gonna go now. I think he wanted to study. S-so I’ll get him to help me with it before he gets too deep”

“At least grab some protection on the way, dude. And we don’t want to know how deep he goes” Denki joked, the redhead turning more flustered for a completely different reason.

“That’s not it! We’re not-! We just started dating! We’re not doing that yet!”

“Dude, TMI” Mineta yelled after him, the grape quickly being chastised as a hypocrite by the others.

The giddiness stayed with him all the way upstairs to his door. There was confirmation that he was special to his explosive blonde, his boyfriend privileges had been there all the time, he just hadn’t seen it clearly with how he was occupied looking out for and getting jealous of any attention given to others. He should ask if he could sleep over again, after a bit of making out. He should wring a few out before he did. Just in case. He had just decided to treasure the blonde. He wouldn’t want to make him feel pressured to do something just because the redhead was horny all the time. Bakugou wasn’t into porn and sex. He was likely going along with it because Kirishima wanted him to. He should be careful and not push too far, or the blonde would end up regretting rushing.

Opening his door, he froze as he found said blonde on his bed with a book. Lounging in Kirishimas t-shirt against the headboard, leg up as a support for his reading material and barely glancing up as Kirishima entered. “Took you long enough”

“Kats-! Wha-what are you doing?” Stepping inside he hovered by the beds edge for a moment before settling on the floor. If he sat on the bed he’d end up wanting to cuddle, like only he was allowed to, and then they would make out and he’d want to do more and more and he really needed to rub one out before his mind went too far.

“Waiting for you. As I said earlier” The blonde seemed unfaced, his legs shifting a little as he flipped a page.

“Oh, right… right. Um… I was going to go work out a bit. You can wait here if you like… but I’m, I don’t want to distract you from your book”

“Don’t mind me. You have enough space here to do what you normally do. I’ll just use the bed” Bakugou only glanced at him for a second and he could feel his shorts tighten. Those half-lidded eyes and slight smile as he gestured that it was no problem for him and to go ahead. He had to calm down. Bakugou didn’t mean anything by it, he was just horny. Working out would clear his mind. A few sets and he’d be good again and could focus on being a decent human being.

Even as his hits landed one after another on his punching bag, the heat running up his spine was making it hard to connect. Shoulders rising, he tried his best not to glance back. Bakugous eyes seared into his back from behind, roaming his body and making him blush from the attention.

Getting down on the floor he started his workout routine, slowly going the sets of crunches, planks and push-ups. Glancing up towards the bed where the blonde lounged, he considering doing some of it face towards his boyfriend, but the gaze that met him had that quickly leave his mind at the intensity those ruby eyes. Leaving him fumbling and blushing as the blonde shifted closer towards the edge as he was doing his push-ups.

The hand that grabbed his shirt had him jolt, the hand slowly pulling it up with ticklish fingers tracing behind. “Um… weren’t you reading?”

“Yeah.”

“Kats, I don’t mind you staring, but um…” “What? I’m just helping you. You’re distracted so you’re not doing it right. You need to use these muscles too you know” He could clearly hear Bakugous smirk as he spoke. Coloused fingers and a palm pressing against his damp skin and showing what muscles in his back he was supposed to engage.

“Ok, thanks. But I don’t think I need you to-“ “I think you need some weight.” He barely managed to register the words before he felt the firm thighs of Bakugou around his waist and his soft butt against his back, the blondes feet locking behind him as hands rested at his shoulders.

“Go on.”  The warm breath against his ear had shudders run up his back and his arms locking in position as a last resort to stop himself from faceplanting. He really hoped the twitching and tightness in his lower region wasn’t an erection. If he wanted, he could flip them over. Pin the blonde under him and then, then what? Bakugou would probably enjoy it. Being his usual coy self. He loved getting a rise out of the redhead. He probably planned to make him flustered and make it into a fight for dominance again. Kirishima would play right into his hands, and they would be making out and dryhumping in a matter of minutes.

“Hey, I thought you were doing push-ups. Not planks. Eijiro. Get moving, I’ll count them for you” Bakugou really needed to tone it down or he would have to act on his impulses and smack his ass a few times for good measure. His dick was touching wood every time he dipped, the blondes voice counting out each one as he continued the workout.

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It had been fun to see the redhead get flustered as he settled on top of him. Making sure to press their bodies together and make his voice dip as he whispered in an ear. Watching how Kirishimas face and ear reddened more and more at each number.

Kirishimas hardening ran over skin like a flex as he moved and Bakugou loved how it felt against his fingers. He could tell how Kirishima was struggling each time he dipped. His hips lifting every time, telling how the shorter man might be more aroused than he let on. “Keep your back straight, Eijiro.”

“I’m trying…”

“Try harder. Or is there a reason you can’t?” He could feel the smirk grow on his face at the glee he felt when Kirishimas shoulders tensed in response. If he just shifted a little his toes would brush against the redheads balls through fabric. He couldn’t tell by just that, but it had a shudder of hardening run over arms, and Kirishimas nails sink into the floor, “You’re not supposed to get hard when working out. Broom-head”

His hand brushed down the redheads sides, fingers meeting waistband, he stopped. If Kirishima didn’t want him to continue, he would say it. But he really hoped he would just let it happen.

The blush had spread from face to neck, Kirishimas head down and arms locked in position. Teeth worrying his lip Bakugou brushed fingers against hipbone, slowly moving them towards the front where he could feel fabric tenting towards his boyfriends crotch. He hadn’t intended to make the other hard at first. Only having meant to make Kirishima a little flustered and get his piece of eye-candy. But there was no protest or complaint from the other so Bakugou let his fingers dip under elastic.

Lips pressed against neck and the low moan he got in response as he made a mark right behind an ear had him believe the redhead didn’t really mind after all, “Eijiro. Want me to help you feel good?” 

Kirishimas head snapped up, body following to flip them backwards, and his back hit the ground with a loud thump before his hand had a chance to grip the erection.

“Hold-Hold up! You really don’t need to do that!”

Kirishimas front was completely visible in the new position. His back pressing Bakugou into the floor and tan hands holding wrist out far away from the tent in his pants, making him unable to cover up. “I think that’s enough for today. I should really get a shower and then- I um… Katsuki. I really mean it when I say you don’t have to do those things for me”

“The fuck do you mean, for you? I want to do it because I want to. Shitty-hair. Let go.” If he tried, he could probably flip them over, but Kirishima was heavier than he looked. With his legs trapped beneath them it was more than a little uncomfortable and every time he tried to wriggle a foot free them redhead tensed and dropped his weight on him again.

“Stop that!”

“I’m not doing anything! Your ass is crushing my ankles so get up already!” thumping a shoulder against back he bucked up against the redhead, trying to get him off.

“I- sorry. Right. I just thought you were. Right…” Swiftly raising his hips the redhead rolled off of him, his hands still on Bakugous wrist in a tight grip as he  settled against the bed. There was a deep sigh, his eyes closing and head resting back against the mattress as he took deep breaths.

Bakugou watched him sit there, breathing and holding his wrist hostage against a thigh. The erection in his shorts clear as day, but he made no move to relive it or otherwise acknowledge it. “Katsuki. You know I-“ “Do you want me to suck it instead?”

The suggestion had the redhead splutter, his eyes on Bakugous face as the blonde shifted closer on his knees. “Come again?”

“You’re hard. Idiot…” His blush probably matched Kirishimas from how hot his cheeks felt. The grip on his wrist felt like it could break bone, but there was no answer from the redhead besides his staring and the way his lip tightened. “I don’t mind. I’m your boyfriend. I can do it if I try”

“Yes!- No. I mean yes, you are but. We- you shouldn’t.”

“You didn’t seem to mind when you thought I was asleep... Or is that your kink, want me to get in bed so you can jerk it, is that it?” The blondes face scrunched up in thought, he didn’t mind going along with whatever Kirishima wanted if it made the redhead happy, but he wasn’t too sure how he felt about it himself. But then it would explain a lot if that was what it was.

“No! That was a mistake. Katsuki I really, really don’t want to hurt you. Please. It might look like it’s easy in porn, but guys… backside isn’t really… you know” Kirishima trailed off, his eyes shifting to Bakugous legs, glazing over as he stared.

“Fine... I’m not going to get hurt, but fine.” It wasn’t like he wanted to force the redhead. He could wait until he was ready.

“Thank you”

It felt like he’d lost as he stepped into the hallway. His leg kept bouncing as he settled in his own bed and his mind felt all jittery when he tried to think of why Kirishima stopped them. He’d clearly been turned on and wanted to do it. He’d told Kirishima he didn’t mind him being rough, and he’d told him he didn’t mind the possessiveness. So, he didn’t get why it was suddenly such a big deal.

It actually felt nice, hot, how Kirishima wanted to mark him all over. How his nails and teeth dug into skin. He could remember vaguely how Kirishimas hands had gripped his behind that night. The way his voice had dipped, and his body had rubbed against the blondes. The growling voice like a predator, different from his usual happy Kirishima, but it really had something inside him squirm and his heart skip a beat. He’d been dozing on and off through it all, the rain and thunder making him drowsy as Kirishima droned on about something he couldn’t clearly remember. The smack of pain that had woken him up the second time was a bit much, but there was a part of him that didn’t mind.

Hand brushed up a thigh as he curled around sheets. The muscles of his butt felt firm and dipped slightly under pressure. He could understand why Kirishima liked touching there. His fingers had been pressing against his hole if he recalled correctly. They had been gripping and rubbing. It felt weird against his fingertips, the thick fabric of his sweatpants blocking most of the sensation and his hands had been desensitised over years of explosions and training. Kirishimas had been against his skin and over a single piece of thin fabric.

He remembered the other saying something about fingering. Kirishimas breath hot on his nape and something thick pressing between his buttocks. Kirishima probably wanted to stick it in him. Stick his dick into the only hole a guy had. He wondered if it was possible. It probably was. Anal had been done by many others than him before, and besides a few idiots no one seemed to have gotten hurt by it. There were prostate exams, and other medical procedures where sticking something up there was perfectly normal. He could do it if he wanted to.

Fingers slid below fabric, against skin. It felt dry against his fingertips, the feeling of them  dragging over the taut muscle more uncomfortable than anything else. Gravity was making it a little hard to spread his cheeks and as he spread his legs it didn’t really make it easier. It would be better if he moved to his back or his front. His pants were also getting in the way.

Shifting to lay butt up he stopped. His headboard was blocking most of the view, but it was still early in the day, and his curtains were open for all to see. Not that anyone could when he was on the fifth floor, but still. The light felt a little too exposed.

Pulling his pants back up he got up. Drawing the curtains and turning off the light just in case. Maybe he should wash himself first before starting. And get something to ease penetration. Lotion or something. He should do some research before he actually committed to sticking his fingers in his ass. If he did something wrong he wouldn’t want to explain to a doctor why his ass was fucked up.

It really felt like a chore to prepare for something he was just curious about. But if it would make Kirishima worry less then he would do it.

Making sure to clean his hands and ass in the little bathroom he fished out a pair of latex gloves from his drawers. they were meant for keeping his sweat away when cooking, but he hadn’t really used them much as he first thought. A bottle of unscented lotion in hand he settled back on the bed, raising his butt in the air for a second before flipping over to lay on his back instead. Fingering himself for the first time in such a position was a bit much. It was like he wanted to show the world his most private parts. Not that laying there with his legs spread wide felt any different. Face heating up he pulled the gloves on, a good dollop of cream on his fingers as he lowered them between his cheeks.

 The hole felt tight as he pressed against it. Spreading lotion around the opening and trying to press a finger inside while he did. The muscle didn’t budge. Closed tight and twitching as he tensed when he pushed a little harder. It didn’t really feel good. Kirishima might know how to do it better, but he had never done anything like it before. Kirishima had been softer, he’d rubbed it with his fingers while he touched Bakugous body. His stomach, his thigh. He’d breathed words against his ear and nape while his other hand had played with his hair. It felt nice, making him relax a little.

Eyes closed he took a deep breath, his shirt smelled like Kirishima, the Redhead had probably just grabbed the first thing he saw, not knowing what it was or if it was clean. Focusing on his other hand moving over thigh and up his stomach, he kept prodding gently with his fingers. He jolted as he felt one slip in to the first knuckle. When he took deep breaths and relaxed his body it slipped deeper, his second finger dipping against opening making him shift away slightly. One finger already felt like a lot. It wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, just a little weird.

Wriggling it around inside he groaned as he touched something towards the front, a small bump that made his insides and crotch twitch. Likely the prostate. Crocking his finger against it he let out a moan, it felt kind of good. It kept making him squirm and buck as his fingertip rubbed and pressed against it. Every time he did, he felt himself getting hard and clench down on the digit. If he put another finger inside, he could likely get deeper, reach it completely, the lotion would make him slippery enough to fit it. There was a slight sting as his middle finger joined his pointer, thrusting deep inside all at once and making him squirm.

Kirishima really should be grateful he was such a good boyfriend. Indulging in his fantasies and willing to do something so embarrassing without complaint. It would be a nice surprise if he could take the others dick just like that. Make him see exactly how amazing he was as he got on top.

If he got good at it, he could make Kirishima feel good from it as well. Be the best at sex any way they wanted to do it. Kirishima would praise him and kiss him, and they would wrestle for dominance. His fingers would be leaving marks on skin, like his mouth, Kirishimas sharpness and hardness marking him and making him feel good. Kirishimas deep raspy voice whispering things in his ear as he thrust into him. Slammed him against the nearest surface, growling his words with his fangs bared.

Fingers thrust into the bundle of nerves, and he almost arched off the bed at the pleasure. Kirishimas fingers were gentle and firm, pressing into him rhythmically and deep, right into his prostate every time. His moans were growing as he felt the heat in his stomach build. It was so close but also so far. He needed a hand at his front. Stroking his dick with the movements. Fingers stroked over the tip and sides, teasing the underside and squeezing at the base. Just a little more and he would reach the edge. Hips thrust into his hand and onto fingers. Mind glazing over with Kirishima touching him, Kirishimas voice in his ear and kisses on his lips. Teeth biting into lip, he jerked, hands speeding up as he reached his climax, the tingling feeling of tiny fireworks going off against his palms. With a loud cry of the redheads name he came, his back slamming against wall at the way his body jolted, his leg kicking his headrest and knocking something over from the force.

Kirishima really should have let him help. He could show him that he could take it rough and that there was no way the redhead could hurt him. Not physically. He could feel good with his ass if he tried and since he’d tried it, he would know what to do if they were to do it any way. Kirishima didn’t have to worry, he’d take care of it for him. Kirishima just had to sit back and relax and let it happen.

It was only a second as he laid there, panting and soaking in the afterglow, before the door opened. Lights flickering on, the redheads voice spoke into the dark, rushed and worried “Kats? are you ok?”

Head snapping up he saw the redhead staring. There was no time for him to react, pull the covers over himself or otherwise to hide the evidence before Kirishima was there. Having taken a few steps into the room before he could see exactly what was on display.

The tumbler of water rolling on the floor with a few soaked books was the least of his worries. The door had been unlocked. He didn’t often feel like there was a need to lock it, but then again he hadn’t expected someone to barge in unless there was an emergency.

“K-Kats… I, um- sorry… um… did you-? Is that-?” Kirishima stumbled over his words, his eyes glued to the tallers crotch, and his face growing in shades of red by the second.

Blinking the blonde glanced down at himself. His legs wide open showing off his naked bottom, white lotion on his fingers and ass, shirt splattered with cum up to his chest. He couldn’t find words, it was way lewder than what he could have imagined. Way more embarrassing than what he had imagined. “I- what? I- I told you I wouldn’t get hurt.”

“Katsuki. Did you think of me? Did you finger yourself and think of me?”

“Shut up… so what if I did?” His face felt like it was burning. Lips tight he closed his legs as Kirishima stepped closer. Hands covering himself in a last attempt at dignity.

“Katsuki. Why are you so fucking hot?” Mouth agape he couldn’t help the blush from growing at the look in the others eyes. Kirishima kneeling onto the bed to lean over him making his brain short circuit.

“I love you so much. Damn. Suki. I want to kiss you right now. May I?”

“…yes..?” It took a second as he watched the redhead move closer, tan hands gripping jaw and eyes pulling him in as their lips met. Kirishimas tongue felt warm against his lips, prodding until he let it inside, sucking on his own to elicit a moan from the taller.

“My precious, amazing Katsuki. So, fucking hot” Kirishimas hands held him close as they kissed, caressing scalp and wrapping around his waist while his tongue kept prodding and leaving him speechless.

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Every time he opened his mouth to say something Kirishimas mouth was on his. Lips moving with his own and making the blonde moan into the kiss as the others tongue brushed the roof of his mouth. It wasn’t until he physically pushed the other away that he had a moment to catch his breath. About to retort he froze. The eyes staring down at him sending sparks down his spine, and the way Kirishima licked his lips was almost primal.

The redhead leaned over him, caging the blonde in with his body as he took his sweet time observing Bakugou squirm under his gaze. Fingers traced from the blondes neck down to the mess on his shirt and Kirishima bit back a smirk as he realised it was his own.

He'd could feel the others erection rubbing against the back of his hand, the tent in the others shorts clear as he glanced down.

Teeth graced collarbone and he let out a sound somewhere between pain and pleasure when Kirishima froze. Stilling and eyes widening as they saw the blondes expression. Face flushed and scrunched up in a grimace as he bit back more sounds.

“You really don’t have to do it for me, Kats… but I love how you’re trying. I know you’re not into sex.”

“That’s not- I didn’t- what?” There were so many things wrong with that he didn’t really know where to start. “I’m not doing it for you. I want to… Do you not want to fuck me?” The question was more of a mumble, his body instinctively tensing to hide before he forced himself to relaxed again. The redhead tilting his head as he considered his words and the leaned in for another kiss.

“I do… I want to pin you down so badly,” His eyes stared wide as Kirishima trailed kisses from his neck down to his stomach, cum staining his chin as he did, until he reached the hands covering crotch. Teeth nipping fingers Bakugou watched the tongue poking out to lap at the hand covering his crotch. “Spread your legs”

The hesitation he felt as Kirishima moved down was quickly forgotten as one his fingers got sucked inside the hot cavern that was Kirishimas mouth. Licking up the digit and, gently holding the finger between teeth as he moved back up between legs. Spreading them for him and guiding the blondes legs to his sides.  Arms around thighs Kirishima held him in place,

“Making you moan like this,” Hips slammed forward, and Bakugou couldn’t stop the gasp as Kirishima pulled him in to meet him, “I want to fuck your brains out Katsuki. My self-control is almost out the window every time we kiss.” a hand shot up to stop his head from slamming into the wall as the other did it again, “But you’re going to get hurt if I do.”

“I told you I wouldn’t- AH!” Kirishima was gripping his legs tight as he slammed against him, the bed shaking with the movement. It wasn’t inside him, but every time that feeling reached him again. Kirishimas hard bulge rubbing against some spot below his balls that made him jolt and squirm in pleasure. Nails dug into the muscle as the blonde tried to sit back up, Kirishimas low voice telling him to stay still.

“You will. Katsuki, I’m trying so hard right now not to do anything… and I’m still making you feel pain,“ He couldn’t remember when he had started grasping the sheets. Hips moved against him like the redhead was trying to fuck him through the shorts, the rough fabric and zipper scratching at his inner thighs as he did. It felt so good. Having Kirishima holding him down while slamming against him, those piercing eyes looking at him like they wanted to devour him. Making him arch into it and push back against Kirishimas movements.

“It’s not- fuck! Eijiro. Stop- stop for a second!” Shifting to his elbows he watched Kirishimas face as he slowed down, his hips barely moving as he tried to restrain himself. The redheads tight grip turning soft, slowly rubbing circles into the skin instead. “You can’t hurt me.”

“I made you bleed” It felt like he had kicked a puppy, there was no reason for him to feel guilty about it, but the way Kirishima shrunk into himself made him want to apologize.

“So? You’ve done worse in training.”

He could see the sneer forming on Kirishimas face as he said it, the redheads teeth biting into lip as he tried to keep calm, his nails digging back in making the blondes breath hitch, “I don’t want that. I want to treasure you. Make you feel good,”

“This-!” Biting back moans Bakugou tensed as hips slammed against him again, pushing him up the bed only to be pulled back by those hands “-Feels good. Like I said, I don’t mind when you’re rough”

“Yeah? What about this?”

He hadn’t expected the redhead to pull up his shirt, a tight fist holding fabric at his throat as his mouth latched onto a nipple “Fuck-! Ei!” Kirishimas teeth were biting him, the sting making him squirm as the other wouldn’t let up, sucking it between sharp teeth “What are you-?! Wait! Ouch! Ow- that hurts, you idiot!”

Pulling back Kirishima left a small kiss over teeth marks. He hadn’t broken the skin, having made sure to keep himself from biting too hard, only leaving marks and redness with some raised skin from scratching, but it had made the message clear. “Katsuki. I mean it. If I don’t hold back I really will hurt you.”

Bakugous face was a deep red below him, the blonde staring somewhere to his right, his face tight and lips pursed as he held back from saying something. He didn’t want to make the other hurt, but at least it had made him aware of the possibility. “I want you to feel good. Not just me. Do you get that?”

“That did-“ Stopping himself he shot a glare up at the redhead, pink cheeks puffing out as he grumbled “You made your point. Let go”

“Really?” Kirishima hummed, nipping the bud.

“Yes! Now let go!” Bakugou eyes closed tight, his hands fisting into sheets for a second as Kirishimas mouth hovered over it, his tongue hot against skin and making the blonde squirm in place.

“don’t you want to feel good..?”

“I-“ Bristling, the blonde grabbed a pillow, smacking it against the redheads head with a thump “Let go!”

“Ow… “ rubbing the back of his head the redhead sat back up as he feigned hurt. Eyes on the blonde below him he blinked as he saw how Bakugou tensed. His body shifting like he didn’t know what to do with himself, worrying his lip and furrowing his brows as he avoided eye contact. “Oh… Did it hurt a lot? I’m sorry babe… Katsuki. I really just wanted you to know. You know. That it will hurt If I bite you”

“I- shut up. I know… It’s… whatever”

Leaning in close he nuzzled against the blondes cheek, leaving kisses at his jaw, his hands wrapping around his waist, “Really? You don’t hate me now, right? I’m really, really sorry it hurt. But you should listen when I tell you something.“

“I don’t- fine…” He couldn’t tell him it had actually felt good. Kirishimas sad expression making it hard not to just agree and forgive. “But it still feels good when we rub them together. You were fine with it last time”

“Hmm. You mean like this?” Kirishimas hips bucked and Bakugou involuntarily let out a moan as it thrust against his taint.

“Yes… like that, Shitty hair” He could feel the dampness and heat from Kirishima against him, rubbing into him as the shorter male moved slowly. Rocking them against the mattress and making him crave the roughness that had been before.

“Do you want me to continue? You already came on your fingers” Bakugous legs were pulling him in, tightening their grip on the redheads waist as he kept up with the shallow movements. A whine being stifled against a shoulder when he stopped for a second.

“Shut. Up. Just keep going. A-And kiss me”

“You want me to do this to you?” His hips bucked against the blondes. Taking in the way Bakugous face changed from a that dissatisfied grimace to something in the mix of surprise and satisfaction. How his teeth bit into lip to hold back moans and his back arched of the bed while he pulled Kirishima closer with his legs. “Are you not going to answer? Katsuki? Do you like this?”

The small nod had fireworks go off inside him, Bakugous flushed face scrunching up in a pout as he reached up to grab a fistful of red “I said kiss me, idiot”

“Damn, Kats… can’t you ask nicely?” He grinned, the scowl of the taller being the only answer he got as he leaned in, slowly pecking at lips until the pout melted and he could deepen it again. Hands gripped hips firmly as he moved, rubbing against Bakugou while the blonde clung onto him. He could feel himself dipping against the tallers hole, sliding against his groin and balls as the fabric of his pants prevented him from going further. It felt too constricting. He anted to feel the blondes skin against his own, at least if he just got rid of his shorts that would be fine. He wouldn’t be able to slam himself into him just because the other had fingered himself a little. Bakugou had fingered himself. He had wanted Kirishima to fuck him. To hammer away like he was doing, but inside him.

Hands reaching down he struggled to get the button and zipper of his pants with Bakugous thighs gripping him and the blondes whines as he stopped for a second. Ruby eyes staring him down as he pulling them down as far as he could without having to get up, the blondes feet helping tug them and his underwear lower until he felt skin against his cock, soft and sticking from the heat.

“This too. Take it off” Pale hands were clawing at his shirt, pulling it off him before he could protest. Then they were in his hair, tugging and pulling until he was back where he was supposed to be. Kissing the blonde to an inch of his life while they moved frantically against each other.

Hips moving faster and harder until he couldn’t hold back. Bakugous moans in his ear and against his lips making it almost impossible. The way he kept slipping against his hole without anything between them, the way it kept dipping and Bakugou kept twitching and jerking whenever he pressed a little deeper. He could thrust into that warm body and claim him just like that. He’d make the blonde feel so good he’d beg for more, to go deeper, harder. Fuck him until his dick made an imprint and Bakugou couldn’t stand a second without him inside. “Good, Suki, I’m going to- damn-”

It felt so tight as he came, Bakugous buttchecks clenching around him. Nails biting into his back, he felt the muscle twitch against his tip and Bakugou gasping against his ear sending shudders of hardening running over his skin.

“Fucking- Suki. You’re so- I’d fuck your brains out if I could. You’d cry even louder as I fuck you, make you feel so good you can’t think about anyone but me” Hand reaching down he grabbed Bakugous hardon. The blonde arching and biting into his shoulder. Stroking it with the rhythm of his hips until he reached climax. Bakugous strong legs squeezing him through his orgasm. Keeping a firm hold through their trembling of the afterglow. Laying back against the mattress with a face screaming that he just got ravished. Flushed red, eyes glossed over and unfocused, staring through dark lashes and heavy lids. Droll dripping from his swollen lips with heavy breathing, and he was going to be hard again if he stared any longer. He had to calm down, to stop staring, take a deep breath.

Leaning into the blondes shoulder he felt himself relax. Hands lazily stroking up his back and the tension in his body melting away as he breathed in Bakugous scent.

“You know… “ Breaking the silence Bakugou let his legs fall, fingers brushing over Kirishimas scalp and through his hair as he spoke, “you have that nickname for me… why do you call me that?”

“Call you what?” His front felt uncomfortably wet and sticky with their cum. the shorts and boxers at his knees making kneeling between the blondes legs awkward, but he didn’t want to get up from his spot. Bakugous body felt so good in his arms, and his hands stroking his back felt even better.

“The shortening… I don’t get it. I know moon is part of my name, but why would you use it as a nickname?”

“Oh that. I-um- I’m not calling you moon… although that’s really fitting as well… but um… it’s more like… love… my beloved… Suki” A slight moment of silence had him wonder if he had said something wrong. Fingers stopped their movement, gripping painfully as his head was yanked back by his hair, Bakugous scowl meeting him head on as the other tensed, hissing out his words.

“You’ve been calling me that for the past year”

“Y-yeah?” The blush that rose on his face was matching the blondes. Bakugous eyes squinting at him with his nose scrunching up that way it did only when he was getting irritated.  

“And you didn’t plan to date me?!” it felt like a slap. He’d been so comfortable only for Bakugou to rev up his anger over something that didn’t matter anymore.

“Um, well… neither did you..?” The way his face grew in shades of red and his face kept scrunching up to bite back tears had the redhead wonder if he was actually angry or just feeling overwhelmed. Bakugous mind had a way of taking something and warping it to be worse than it was. He had had enough experiences in calming the blonde down when he got worked up, but there were still times where he didn’t get why it happened.  

“I thought you were straight!” Bakugous grip had him flinch as it tightened, the heat of his palm threatening to sing his hair as he growled at the redhead.

 “I’m not… I just didn’t want to pressure you” Grumbling he held on, shoulders rising and his brows knitting over a glare and trembling lip.

 “We’ve been close to dating since we went to I-island. I would have said yes even if you- Fucking… I should have just asked you.” He let his eyes drop shut, taking a deep breath as he reached up to pry Bakugous hand from his hair. Fingers entwining with his own as he pressed kisses at each knuckle, the blonde taking a deep breath every time he did it.

Every breath was calming him down, grounding him and making him turn back to the mushy feeling that had been there earlier. He could see how Bakugou was deflating at his touches, leaning into them and watching as he kept leaving kisses at his hand and down his wrist, “Why didn’t you?”

“I-“ There was a pause as he thought about it. The feelings of anxiety and fear of them not feeling the same still there in his mind even if it was smaller, just like it was for Kirishima “…We’re best friends… I didn’t want to lose you”

Leaning in close the redhead cupped his nape, bringing their foreheads together as he waited for Bakugou to meet his gaze “I love you. Suki… my Katsuki. I love you”

“I- I lo… lo…“ Bakugous stare was faltering as he tried his best to stay still and not completely melt into the redheads touch, his cheeks down to his chest tinting red “…I think your stupid cum got inside me…”

“Pfft. Way to ruin the mood.” He couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed at the blondes avoidance, the blonde avoiding eye contact only returning it when Kirishimas hand at his nape spread out to cup his head, the redhead pulling him back before he could pull away “won’t you say it back?”

The way he swallowed had Kirishima grin, crimson eyes staring into his own as Bakugou found his words after a second of stumbling, trying to form them “… love you…”

“Thank you”

The way the blonde leaned in for a kiss was more than welcome, his hands shyly wrapping around Kirishimas neck to pull him closer just for a second before he let up. Eyes staring over a slight frown as Kirishima grinned back at him. “I do love you. A lot”

“I know. Let’s go wash up. I’ll take care of the sheets while you get that cum out.” Bakugou hesitating to move had him stare, his mouth opening before his brain could stop himself, “Or did you want me to do it?” The scoff he got at that felt like a win. Bakugous face felt warm against his shoulder, his ears tinting red as he held on.

“Fuck off. You’re sleeping here tonight… or I’m going to your room” there was no venom in his swearing, only a softness that the blonde had when he was close to falling asleep.

It wasn’t like he didn’t want to, but he wasn’t sure he could hold back and just sleep if they did. Not after what they had just done. “Will you be mad if I say no?”

“Yes”

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Grumbling to himself Bakugou settled down at a table with his meal, half ignoring the way the table beside him hushed as they noticed. Uraraka and Tsuyu blinking a little at the way he hunched over, glaring into his breakfast with heavy bags under his eyes and his mind feeling a little woozy.

He had believed that everything would have settled after he gave Kirishima the go ahead. They had been so close to actually fucking, but then there had been the problems of the redhead proving his point to be right, or what he believed was right. The bites hadn’t been that bad, Bakugou had never said he minded the rough treatment, he had even encouraged it, but of course Kirishima had gone and decided that a small complaint meant it was not it. He had still gone and done everything the blonde asked, but there was something nagging at the back of his mind about how he’d acted after it all. How touches had gone back to the soft and careful ones with a hint of hesitation when they kissed before bed.

He'd wanted them to sleep alone that night, but after Bakugou dragged him to his room to actually study, the redhead hadn’t complained. He’d happily joined the blonde as he got ready for bed, following along as Bakugou did his routine. It might have been muscle memory, or him just going with the flow, but they had ended up in the blondes bed again, legs and arms wrapped around each other with Kirishima talking about plans for his internship that week and his birthday party and how he really hoped Bakugous own internship would wrap up quickly so he could join instead of staying a day past. All the while his fingers left feather soft touches all over the blondes back, tracing under his shirt and rubbing at that spot he knew made him weak in the knees.

He knew that he’d be leaving for a few days, but it wasn’t anything new. Still the shorter kept making him stay awake and listen to his rambling long past his selected bedtime. The stupid grin that kept talking his ear off only being interrupted by the frequent kisses as Bakugou started to drift off. If Kirishima hadn’t been so cute about it he might have planted his fist in that face.

That morning had been a nice surprise as he felt Kirishimas hardon pressing into his thigh, grumbling in his sleep against his shoulder, the redheads heavy weight on top of him better than any blanket.

Fingers stroking back red locks he watched it flop to the side to show dark roots. The hair was so soft without all the products he usually used in there. The way Kirishimas nose scrunched up as he tickled an ear had him grin. Small shudders ran through the shorters body, resonated against his own, as fingers traced down shoulder blades and spine. Slowly making their way down to his lower back and waistline. Tan skin felt hot against his fingertips as he let them slip under the t-shirt. Kirishimas body twitching just the slightest as they tickled the sides in their path. A light rumble running through his chest ending in a mewl.

The other wasn’t waking up, his eyes firmly shut and his breathing heavy. Bakugou wouldn’t let himself go too far, not without Kirishimas permission. He might not care what the other did to him, but Kirishima was asleep. It wouldn’t be right if he went to far. Kirishima might be hard and already moving against his leg like a dog, but that didn’t mean he should take advantage of the situation. He’d help him out, but not with the redhead still asleep.

Fiddling with the waistband he leaned in to leave a peek at his brow, his other hand lightly shaking his shoulder, “Ei. Wake up.”

The grumbling from the redhead and tightening of arms around his middle was followed by some inaudible mumbling, but no further stirring of the redhead.

“Eijiro. You’re dripping all over my thigh” He chuckled as he felt the other continue with his light humping, nuzzling in under Bakugous chin and mumbling something further that he couldn’t quite understand. “You’ll be late if you take too long” He had no idea what time it even was, the darkness of the room and his position making it hard to make out the clock on his beds shelf.

Amber peeked out from beneath dark lashes as eyes blinked slowly awake. “Mnn… morning”

Memories of the first time he had dared touch him in bed, hazy, but swarming his mind, had him lick his lip. Kirishimas hot breath against his skin and fingers that pressed into him like they had the day before. It left a tingling in his skin, yearning for more.

“Morning. Do you want a hand with that?” The blonde hummed, his leg lifting the slightest to press against the redheads erection. Even in his sleep deprived state he wouldn’t mind letting his boyfriend let off some steam.

Kirishima had not been on the same page. There had been a light kiss to his pout and then a red-faced Kirishima saying he’d take care of it himself before he left.

He could hear Kirishimas alarm going off as he stepped out the door and could guess the other was probably going for a run, but there was no reason he couldn’t squeeze in some time to squeeze one out before it. It was like what they had discussed the day before had just evaporated into thin air.

Deku was giving him a wide berth before sitting down with the girls, his face clearly asking what was wrong, but not expressing it vocally. They all knew the blonde to be punctual about his sleep. And even if he sometimes seemed to be tired in the mornings, especially as seasons changed, there had been no reason for him to stay up late on a Sunday night that they knew of.

“Hey Kachan. Why are- where is Kirishima?” A quick glance around them told the greenhead that no one else from Bakugous usual group was there. Not that they were morning people, but Bakugou was usually only up early to make more intricate breakfast, but there he was with a premade meal, head hanging like he hadn’t slept a wink, and grumbling into the food.

“Donno. Upstairs” The curt words dropped between bites, his table manners shining through the exhaustion even as he had to force himself to keep his eyes open.

“Bakugou is eating with us?” Todoroki stepped up to the table, his tray of food in hand as he settled in the last empty seat.

“Seems so.” Tsuyu mumbled. Eyes on the lithe form of the swaying blonde.

“Don’t make me regret it” He hadn’t felt so sleepy when he got up, but once he’d sat down it hit him like a ton of bricks. It might have been the cold air of the cafeteria, or the warm food, but either way he was getting sleepier by the minute.

“Bakugou. You have a huge bruise on your shoulder, and another on your neck.” The remark was the same monotone that he was used to half-and-half using. His way of pointing out the obvious without any ill intentions a slight annoyance, but that was just how he was.

The blonde sighed into his food, he had forgotten about the marks. The tanktop he slept in really wasn’t a good choice to cover up, but he had no reason to change so early when his train didn’t leave before the afternoon. That also might be why he was feeling cold. “Yeah, and I got another on my calf. What’s it to you?”

“Why your calf?”

“Because Eijiro is weird about biting. Any other questions?” If he was leaving in the afternoon there was really no reason that he should have woken up so early either. He could have been sleeping in for another hour or two and just left in time, the school provided transportation to the station for all the students anyways.

“Why did Kirishima bite your calf?” Todorokis voice was twinged with curiosity, his simple mind not picking up what was clearly there. Maybe the guy just had no idea what sex was after all and that was why he acted so indifferent about it whenever anything remotely indecent was said by anyone of their classmates.

“Oh, Kirishima is-“ “For fucks sake, half-and-half… It’s a hickey. It’s because we’re dating. He leaves hickeys.” There was a spluttering around the table, and not before he had said it hands were covering his mouth and pressing his head into abs and a damp shirt.

“Kats! You can’t just say that out loud!” Kirishimas face was as red as his hair. The shorter man grimacing down at Bakugou as he held his jaws and mouth shut from saying anything more. The heat of his body from the showers still there, smelling clean and of that citrus soap the blonde liked.

“Kirishima. Good morning.” There was a mutter of greetings around the table, the awkwardness of the conversation leaving more than a few cheeks flushed pink.

“Yeah, um… morning…” Kirishimas ands felt warm against his throat, the locked fingers squeezing just that slightly bit to tight to be comfortable and his eyes narrowed as he stared down into crimson eyes, lips pulling into a slight sneer that had the blondes heart skip and swallow a lump in his throat.

“Kirishima, Bakugou. Are you two a couple now? Like officially. You’re dating” Uraraka questioned, not to sure when it had happened but not all that surprised as she had seen the way they interacted. Todoroki didn’t seem faced, having heard it earlier that day and having had some time to process it since the bite incident in the locker-room. With Kirishima announcing it so loudly that Bakugou was his.

“W-well yeah. Um. How much did you say?” prying the hands from his mouth the blonde frowned up at the other as he stood there, letting them cup the underside of his jaw instead. The firm abbs and slight softness of his stomach cradling his head welcoming as he struggled to stay upright by himself from the sleepiness.

“I didn’t say anything.” Bakugou scoffed, eyes closing for a second as he relaxed only to be forced back open.

“Oh… right…” Kirishimas stomach tensed for a second against his scalp. The movement unintentional compared to the slow motion of his breathing, “you’re up early.”

“And?” Watching the hesitation in the redhead Bakugou leaned into his hands, trying his best not to show too much to the ones around them, but giving the go ahead to Kirishima to continue whatever train of thought he had going on.

“I thought you’d sleep in a bit more. I was thinking I’d come back after my run and we could…” He trailed off, cheeks tinting pink as he cleared his throat. Calloused fingers kept gently tracing, tightening slightly whenever his eyes started to shut or his head started to drop ”If you were going to wake up I’d have kept you company.”

The way he pouted had the blondes brow twitch, Kirishima had left of his on accord. He had known Bakugou was up. He’d made sure to make the redhead know he was awake and good to be more than just company “Eijiro. Off.”

“Katsuki. Come on, don’t be like that.” He had some nerve to act like he had done nothing wrong. He’d seen it, felt it. The redhead had even acknowledged it was there. Still, he had the balls to deny his boyfriends help and go off to run instead.

“Are you mad about the bites? Did I do something wrong?” The redheads brows knitted with a frown as he asked.

“Off. Sit. Down” Sneering Bakugou smacked at his arm, the light touches feeling restrictive instead of supportive as the irritation grew. He really needed to take a step back before he was the one to get bitten.

Kirishima stared down at him, hands lightly tracing jaw and neck as they held him there, keeping him from tilting his head back down and breaking eyecontact. He looked so pretty like that. Upturned with his head tilted back as far as it would go without being uncomfortable. His lips looked slightly puffy from them making out the night before, eye heavy and red rimmed and slightly glossed over with sleep. The small shudder he got as fingers traced jugular and the way his ears pinked made him want to do it again and again until he could make the blonde moan from the ticklish touches. Teeth worried lip as they stayed like that for long seconds turning minutes, Bakugous nose scrunching up as hands didn’t let go, lightly and gently holding him in place. It wasn’t like he couldn’t break away if he wanted to, but he stayed put because Kirishima wanted him to. Giving him control of his movements and when to stop.

“Ei-“ “…Really want to kiss you” the words slipped out under his breath before he could stop himself. He could feel the way Bakugous adams apple bobbed from him swallowing his words, a slight tension of jaw and lips as he sat up a little straighter, tilting his head down as far as it would go,

“What?” there was a splutter around the table as the others overheard, a few already having been captured by the scene that took place.

“Ah-! Um… well, you’re going to be gone for a few days. It’s going to be really quiet here and I just got permission to do it… I’d like to cuddle a little more just so my batteries don’t go empty…” He mumbled, hands quickly pulling away as he settled besides the blonde, arms crossing under his chin and looking to all the world like an abandoned puppy.

Staring, Bakugou felt his jaw go slack. There was no way Kirishima didn’t know what he was doing. That look was pure manipulation. “…It’s not that long. Fucking… Just go get your food! I’m going to take a nap, so just get to it before you have to go to class you- Damn, idiot…”

“Yay. Thanks, Suki.” He grinned, a slight peek at the blondes cheek and he was off to pick up a tray of breakfast of his own.  

Cleaning up the blondes eyes scanned the counter and the large bowls of fruit placed there. They hadn’t been there the day before, and for some reason they were all on the large and soft side. A card saying to “pick what you want, supplies are in the boys bathroom”, sitting neatly in the middle. “What’s with all the fruit?”

“Oh um, Kaminari and Mineta bought a lot... to… share” Kirishimas eyes followed as the blonde grabbed a banana, peeling and inspecting it with slight suspicion before bringing it to his lips only to stop at Kirishimas stare.

“What?”

“No-no… um… so uh, you- I guess you prefer bananas..?” His eyes darted around the room as he stumbled over his words. Shoulders rising to his ears and body going ridged under Bakugous stare.

“Not exactly. They’re good for potassium and protein and stuff.“ He mumbled, eyes on the redhead and the way his cheeks flushed from Bakugou taking the tip into his mouth about to chew down. The way Kirishima kept glancing at him with that face had his lips twitch, an idea popping into his head before he had a chance to understand where it came from.

“Right… t-they are really good for… that” Kirishimas stumbled over his words, trying his best not to look at the taller. It made it even more amusing when he purposefully stole glances when he thought Bakugou wasn’t looking.

Voice silky smooth, he stepped closer, his hand reaching over to touch Kirishimas “Hey, Eijiro. What are you thinking of?”

Kirishimas eyes were on him in a split second. Focus split between how the banana slid in deeper and Bakugous eyes. The flinch of his whole body as he bit down on the soft fruit had a surge of laughter bubbling in the blondes stomach. Spilling out as Kirishima spluttered that it was not what he was thinking about and not to tease him like that.

The other had complained all the way back to the room, only quieting down for a moment to smooch his boyfriend before heading off to get ready for class. Bakugou had a moment to nap before he had to get ready himself. The ride wouldn’t be that long, and he really wanted to feel rested at the internship at Best Jeanists. The guy was strict about appearances, and if he showed up looking like he had just rolled out of bed or like he hadn’t slept then he’d surely get an earful from the old worrywart.

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Scrolling through his phone, Bakugou watched the crowd disperse as Jeanist finished up his meet and greet with fans. He had kept himself to the back, not wanting the attention and instead turned to searching for answers on his phone. The articles might not be that bad at first glance, but once you read a bit more it would be clear they weren’t meant to be read in public. A text from Kirishima interrupting him every few minutes and making him feel like the other was being annoying on purpose with all the “I miss you”s and stickers that littered his texts or how he kept asking what he was doing.

The internet didn’t really help him figure anything out. Most articles just suggesting to spice things up if they were in a rut, or that the other person was cheating. Nothing that really made sense for them personally. He couldn’t spice it up before they even started, Kirishima clearly wanted to, but the way he kept avoiding it felt more akin to him blue balling himself. It wasn’t like they were in a rut. and he was certain that the other wasn’t cheating on him or had some big dark secret he couldn’t tell.

Jeanist was slowly getting ready to leave with the rest of the team getting ready to leave, putting away what they didn’t need and cleaning up after the event.

Standing a few feet away, sipping his water and going through his bag for something the explosive blond really didn’t care about Jeanist gestured for Bakugou to get ready as well, chastising him for not putting himself out there more as it would have been a great opportunity to show the people his good side.

Thinking about it, it wouldn’t hurt to ask him. It wasn’t like he knew anyone else that experienced in dating, and the older had been open about his sexuality and always had something to say that most of the time made sense.

“Hey… What do you do to make the other person crack first?”

There was a pause, Jeanist stepping closer as he tried to process the words and meaning, “Dynamight, what exactly do you mean by crack?”

Scoffing the blond shrugged as he stared at the selfie he’d just received of his redheaded idiot, snuggling a cat for a promotional shoot at an adoption agency, that he’d captioned “he reminded me of you”.

“You know… when you do stuff, but then it just stops suddenly even if it seems to be going good. Fucker saying to take it slow. That kinda crack”

“Oh? That depends, do you top or bottom?” The question was out of his mouth before he could stop it, the taller blonde clearing his throat in realization that asking so might be too blunt towards an intern. Not that Bakugou hadn’t asked him about sexuality before, the explosive hero getting more open the longer he interned.

“The fuck does that have to do with anything?”

“Ah, so it’s not about- never mind that. You could go the easy route and just show them what they are missing. Many of my pasts have… Maybe you should just say it yourself.” Jeanist couldn’t stop the smile from emerging as he saw the picture over Bakugous shoulder “He might be a little too dense for the ordinary routes”

“Ordinary?” Bakugou questioned

“Yes. I guess you could call them that, even if it is a little petty to try to make someone else do all the work”

“Shut up, I’ve already done enough work. He just evades it”

“Right, right. I’m sure you have, as you never do anything halfway”

“Just tell me what this ordinary way is! You said show him what he’s missing? If that’s what it is then I’m certain I’ll make sure he misses it dearly!” scoffing the younger blonde pushed out of his seat, grumbling to himself as he stomped down the street in search of something he could use for the purpose of making Kirishima miss him.

Rounding the corner, he found exactly what he was looking for. One purchase later, a slight walk and a scouring of his surroundings Bakugou snapped his photo. The rocket popsicle dripping at his chest, mouth slightly open around the red tip as he licked up the shaft. “I worked up a sweat, this one looked a bit like you” That would teach the other, surely.

It had taken Kirishima around an hour and a 22 minutes to respond, but when the reply came it was clear the other was flustered about it. His words slurred and hurried with spelling mistakes about how Bakugou needed to give him a heads up before doing anything like that again and how it was unfair that he couldn’t get to him right that moment and something about wishing he had a teleporter, it got a bit messed up at the end with all the mistakes and the incessant use of emojis.

It had sparked something in the blonde, sending more and more pictures and text laced with suggestive imagery and context. Kirishima responding the same way every time and getting more flustered with every image and text made him want to do something more, to push him to the limit, to make sure that Kirishima couldn’t deflect his own hunger once they were alone together again.

He was in luck the others birthday was the next day, it was a good excuse to give him something personal and intimate. At least it would light the fire a little more for him before he got home on Friday.

The latest picture of a box of filled cream buns and a small “What does this remind you of?” had the redheads call symbol pop up instead of a text. His voice low and grumbling as he answered.

“You need to stop. Or I’m getting on the express right now and you’ll regret teasing me like this.”

Scoffing the blonde stepped into the agency dorms lobby, giving a halfhearted night to those around that spoke to him, his attention on the redhead on the other side of the line. “I don’t think you’re brave enough to do good on that promise.”

The sigh Kirishima let out was nothing but one of defeat, he’d hit the nail on the head. Kirishima was a big talker, but he didn’t want to hurt the blonde and that made him hesitate.

“Katsuki. Why do you keep doing this?”

“Do what exactly?” Fitting his earbuds the blonde locked the door behind him, slowly undressing and fetching what he needed for his plan before setting up at the small desk provided.

“You know what I mean. The damn sultry… sexting! You’re so close to sexting and it’s making me insane. My dick is about to burst!”

The chuckle he let out was not intended, and the way Kirishima reacted, saying his name in warning, only had him laugh more. His boyfriend was too honest in his words compared to his actions. If he really was about to burst just from that then the next part of his plan might be too much for the other.

“Hey, you’re alone right? It’s getting close to midnight and I got a gift for you” He hummed, checking his phones clock, it was another 15 minutes, but it would be fine.

“If it’s another sexy image I swear to god I’m going to-“ Rolling his eyes Bakugou interrupted the other before he could go off, “Are you alone?”

“Yes…” Kirishimas hesitation was one of doubt and uncertainty, but it was affirmative.

“Sit your ass down and turn on videochat” It wasn’t like his plan was that bad. But as he fastened the bow around his neck and settled down in front of the camera, in only his zip-up hoodie and underwear, it felt more embarrassing than he’d expected. The plush seat of the chair against the back of his thighs and the screen that switched to an image of the redhead settling down at his bed, made the blonde tense before he could stop himself.

Kirishima looked so cute even as he stared through the screen. Laying there on his stomach with a small pout and impatient grimace that soon turned to wide eyes as he noticed the gold trimmed ribbon made into chocker and Bakugous nude chest under the half-zipped jacket.

“Katsuki. I- um… I really love that you want to um…” stumbling over his words the shorter froze as he saw the other lifting a creampuff to his mouth, taking a healthy bite that had the fillings spill out onto his chin and fingers, tongue lapping it up without missing a beat “w-what are you doing?”

“Happy birthday, Eijiro. I thought we could have a small celebration before the others got to say it. Hopefully you won’t be mad that you can’t eat these with me, but I’ll have some on your behalf” The silence on the other end and Kirishimas dumbfounded expression had him want to laugh. His face was growing redder by the second, almost matching his hair as hands rose to cover it.

“I’m so sorry… I thought you were about to do something else, and my mind really… I’m sorry I misunderstood…”

“Don’t apologize, idiot. Your mind knows exactly here it should be going” He didn’t think it would affect him as much as it did but seeing the image on the screen of himself he almost wanted to cover up, his ears and chest tinting pink from how obscene he looked.

“…Do you think everything is going to be fine if we have sex?” the question had him halt from taking a second bite, Kirishima might have caught on quicker than he thought. He’d expected him to understand if he kept hinting and egging him on for a while, but he didn’t think he’d get it that fast.

“No, but I know it’s a big part of the problem. You’re pent up and horny. I’m… too…” Taking another bite he leaned against the table, barging on before Kirishima could interrupt “Doing it might help us calm down a bit”

“I… I don’t want us to just do it and that being all. I do love you. Like a lot, it’s not just lust or possession. But- can you stop licking your fingers! Use a napkin!”

“What? I don’t want to waste it. It tastes really good.” It really did taste good, and the cream wasn’t something he could control as it seeped out of the bun, staining his hand and dripping down his chin as he ate.

“I bet it would taste even better if I licked it off your lips” Kirishimas growl had the blonde blush. His hands setting down the piece of cake as he picked up a napkin instead.

“See what I mean… horny brain”

“You started it. I thought you were my present with that ribbon around your neck. Then you started this sultry eating of cream buns and purposefully making a mess while we’re videochatting. All these pictures. Showing off and making me want to come get you. Katsuki, you’re a tease.”

Biting back a smirk as he leaned closer towards the camera, “Do you hate it?”

“Absolutely not! It’s hot as you! Makes me really, really, immensely, want to run to you, pin you down and kiss the ever-loving crap out of you!” The way Kirishima straightened, his hands clutching his phone as he stared into the phone made the blonde grin. His plan was working better than he thought.

“I win.”

“Yeah? And what’s your price?”

The blonde thought about it, watching Kirishima on the phone as he shifted a little closer, that stupid grin on his face and his eyes so soft it had his chest squeeze at the sight, “I’ll tell you later on.”

“Nu-uh. You got to tell me now. Birthday-boy privilege,” His brow wiggled at that, eyes sparking with mischief that had the blonde frown. Kirishima was making it out like he was the one winning and it was rubbing him the wrong way.

“That’s not- It’s not even midnight yet“ “Boyfriend privilege then!” Huffing his chest out the redhead sat back, phone following to his knee as he shifted position.

Hesitating he tried to think of something, he knew what it was he wanted, but if he said it that might just put pressure on the other and he didn’t want that, “I don’t have anything in mind right now”

“Then I’ll tell you what it is.” Sitting back in his chair Bakugou stared into the screen, arms crossing as he waited for the other to elaborate. “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, once. Be it training, cooking, carrying your stuff or… sex”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. If you really want to… Um… but I don’t really have any experience. I just got a few, um… ideas, fantasies, you know the stuff.” Kirishimas red cheeks were growing in color as he scratched his cheek, eyes darting to the side as he bit back a smile,

“No. I don’t” It felt weird to say, but even if they were to get there. The only thing he knew was what they had done and what his research had shown, he had no idea what to actually do once they were doing it.

“No?”

“No.” Bakugous flat voice cut through the others speakers, his shoulders tensing as Kirishima stared him down.

“You don’t fantasize?” The way his face contorted like that was the weirdest thing he’d heard all day had him want to just turn off the chat. Kirishima might be normal in his lust, but that didn’t mean the blonde wasn’t even if he hadn’t experienced it much before.

“I barely masturbate, jerk. It’s only for when I can’t help it… like when I’m thinking of you and the time you... like when you bit me, or you being all possessive or shit. Fingering or jerking it, it felt good… when I think of you” Clearing his throat he waited as the silence stretched out, the words slowly being processed by the redhead.

“You- really? It felt good? Better than when I was slamming against it with my cock?” His throat made a small sound as he slapped a hand over his mouth, having to swallow before he spoke again into his palm “Damn… now I want to see you do it”

“Fuck off!” his cheeks felt hot, even as he nipped at the bun he’d abandoned before he couldn’t seem to calm down, the memories swarming his head and making him pull his legs up on the chair, hiding behind them.

“No! No! Come on! It’s only natural that I want to see it!” Kirishimas pleas through the phone, held no judgement. It wasn’t like he couldn’t have seen it, but the blonde wouldn’t tell him that, it was his own fault for not giving in to his urges.

“How is that natural?”

“Well- you know… Don’t you want to see it?” The blonde froze, the idea settling in his mind and growing into images that had his breath hitch and his toes curl.

Biting his lip, he watched in his mind as Kirishima was panting and moaning in front of him, stroking himself and looking at the blonde with eyes like he was about to be devoured, Kirishima in his mind was leaning over him, breathing labored and voice low as he spoke “Kats. I can see you’re thinking about it. You look like you’re enjoying yourself there”

“Wha- NO!”

“Do you want some help?” The question had his mind shut down and his insides twist. The wide-eyed stare having the redhead jolt and fumble over his words as he tried to explain “AH- um, not like… I mean. If you don’t mind… I mean… I don’t think we should be doing it over the phone, but… I could… while you… under the table?”

“You want us to…without showing it?” He glanced at the door. It was late at night, there wouldn’t be anyone in the hallway, but it felt risky. He knew the dorms at UA was more or less soundproof with all the yelling they did and years of living there, but the agency dorms he’d only used for sleeping and training. Others might not hear Kirishima, as the earbuds made his voice go directly in his ears, but his own voice might be heard outside if he wasn’t careful.

“I- yeah… maybe?” the way Kirishima hesitated as he hesitated had his heart squeeze. The other was so sweet not to push, but it was also clear how much he wanted them to do it.

“What do you want me to do?” Settling back in his chair he let his legs fall open, a hand fiddling with the bow at his neck as he the other brought the pastry to his mouth, licking up the dripping cream as his eyes watched Kirishima on the tiny screen.

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Staring down at the screen Kirishima didn’t know if he was allowed to be as turned on as he felt. Bakugou was sitting there, looking pretty for him, waiting for the redhead to tell him what he wanted to see. It was mesmerizing how he kept licking the cream and it had thought of him licking other things popping into his mind. Just like with the banana and the ice-cream.

Bakugous oral fixation was something he hadn’t expected, but every time he’d teased the younger, the blonde had done so with his mouth, sucking, licking, breathing, the way he bit his lip and the way he kissed with those pouty lips. “Um. Just… take your pants off. You were already getting off on imagining it, so just keep thinking about that. Then look at me.”

“I don’t know if that’s-“ “Kats. I want to see it. Take it off. Leave the bow on. This is my birthday gift, right?” The way the blonde tensed at his demanding tone had him freeze, adding a small “please” at the end and relaxing again as he saw the other grin,

“Pfft… fine, demanding bastard.” He scoffed, popping the cream bun in his mouth as hand busied themselves. The cream ripping down his chin to his chest and stomach as he shifted and wiggled out his underwear, feet propped up against the table as he slowly unzipped the hood the rest of the way, hands wiping away cream and a pink tongue dipping out to lick them clean as he spoke “What do you want me to do next?”

Kirishimas gaze was intense even through the screen, his hands busy with undoing his own pants at the other side, “Can you… play with your nipples? They are so pink… I want to suck on them”

“What..?” Raising a brow the blonde glanced to his chest, sneering at the small buds as he thought it over. Kirishima had seemed to like licking and biting them, and he hadn’t exactly minded it, but he wasn’t to sure what to do with them himself.

“Please?” Rolling his eyes the blonde leaned back in the chair as hands rose to touch his chest. The fingers sinking in just the slightest as he grabbed a breast, his nipples weren’t exactly sensitive but touching them directly made them stand and harden up in seconds in the chill air of the room. Rubbing fingers over the bud he tried not to think about it as he watched Kirishima on the phone, “Good, yeah. Can you pinch it. Pull it a little? And touch yourself, down there too.”

Hand moving down Kirishima grabbed his base as he watched his boyfriend doing the same, slowly stroking while his fingers pinched around a nipple, making him flinch and let out a small groan. It didn’t feel great, a little painful with something that had his toes curl. A second tug had his breath hitch as his other hand tightened at the same time.

Kirishima was panting in his ear, low moans slipping out from lips as his hand moved below, obstructed by a pillow and the others body. He kind of wished it wasn’t there, that Kirishima would show him everything, but then he might have to do it as well. He could, but over the phone felt risky. “Eijiro… I want to see it”

“Yeah, me too. I want to touch you so bad. Katsuki. You look so damn good. Do you like it when I play with your nipples? How I touch your dick and make you moan?” Blinking the blonde felt his cheeks heat up again, his hands moving faster with Kirishimas movements. His hand tugged a nipple and the moan he let out was more in pleasure than pain.

Kirishimas hands on him were different. They were rough but gentle in their touches. Stroking firmly from top to bottom while thumb rubbed over the tip. The hand at his chest would grip and dig in just the slightest, nails leaving red streaks before they would gently trace and caress.

“Yeah. I like it” Breathing out the words he watched Kirishima on the phone leaning closer, his breath hard as moans and groans filled his ears,

“I love it when you look like that, you look like you want me to kiss you until you run out of air. I want to kiss you. Then I’d hug you close and touch you all over until you can’t stand it anymore. Katsuki. I want you to touch me too. Make me feel good with your hands. Those extremely important hands of yours. It feels so good when we touch. I can’t stop watching you, so pretty, so handsome. So sexy… I’m going to come already,” every time the other praised him he could feel shivers running down his back, that raspy and low voice making him hyperattentive on the words that spilled from the redheads lips.

“Heh, quick shot” the bite wasn’t nearly there, moans and pants making it a lot softer than what he had intended. His mind too focused on the pleasure and the images that Kirishima was providing him.

“Yeah. I’m going to go again and again until you can’t anymore. Want to come, Katsuki?” Kirishima growled his name and he had to stop himself from coming just from that. Knees slapping together only to fall open again as he caught the others eyes through the screen. That feral look the other got when he used his quirk mixing with lust and pleasure and Bakugou couldn’t help but want to bare himself to those pointy teeth that he was sure could rip him to pieces if the other wanted to.

“Getting there.” He had to keep his eyes open, to take in what was happening, since Kirishima wasn’t there with him he wouldn’t be able to show him in person. He could only see his face and parts of his shoulders and arms. He could imagine how hot his skin felt, the rippling of hardening running under his fingers the closer Kirishima got to his release. It had his insides twitch, the need for more having a whine slip from his throat.

Hips moving against his hand he tried to remember how the other had slammed against him, the feeling of being almost penetrated by the redhead, his hands gripping hips as he rutted against his hole. Legs spreading against the desk he let his hand dip lower, two fingers pressing against the muscle as his other hand kept stroking himself. it felt good whenever they dipped a little deeper, even if the spit wasn’t nearly enough to let him push them inside. If only he’d had the forethought to grab something to use as lubricant then he might have been able to get them inside. He’d only used his fingers once, but his body had remembered. There was that spot that had felt really good, If Kirishima thrust inside he would hit it without fail because of his girth and length. He could feel it deep inside, how it throbbed and begged for something that he couldn’t get.

“Good… I’m close. Kats… fuck… Katsuki, coming,” It didn’t take long for the redhead to finish, his mouth falling open, eyes squeezing shut as he came in his hand, a low guttural sound up flowing through the headphones to Bakugous ears and making the blonde follow shortly after with a few good strokes of his own, fingers pressing hard against his taint and hole, the slight pain jolting him to orgasm as Kirishima panted his name, those dark eyes staring through the screen.

 “Damn Suki. You looks so... I want to kiss you even more now.” The redheads smirk as he licked his lips had the blonde bite back a smile, his cheeks tinting pink as his eyes glanced down to the mess at his front.

“Too bad. You should have thought of that before we started,” he scoffed, grabbing a few tissues to clean himself. He really wanted to kiss the other as well until they ran out of breath and his lips were swollen and red, but the other didn’t need to know that.

“Yeah. But I’ll get to do it once you get back here in two days.”

“I’ll be back really late. Don’t lock your door.”

Watching the redhead on the screen he could see him reaching over to grab a pack of tissues, his face flushed and looking a little disappointed as he went on to clean off his hands and crotch. He couldn’t say it was all that satisfying in the aftermath, sitting there alone and cleaning up alone. Kirishimas warm hands and body were behind the cold screen and there was no way of getting him there. With the endorphins and the good feelings disappearing quicker than he’d wanted. He wanted the redhead to be there with him. Even if it had felt good it was still a downer that they couldn’t cuddle up afterwards.

The blonde could only assume his emotions were showing on his face as he heard Kirishima on the other side. His face leaning in close as he grinned at him, voice dipping to that tone that had shivers running down the blondes spine, “Are you going to come here and make it real?”

“The kisses, maybe… We shouldn’t rush it, right?”

“Don’t tease. I get it… If you promise not to take it too far, and listen to me, then I promise I won’t stop it if we get in the mood.” The warning tone had the blonde want to protest, his mind telling him not to listen and to do what he wanted, while another part was close to swooning at the side Kirishima only showed when it came to sex. That side of him that was demanding Bakugou to behave and be good. The one that told him hat to do with aggressiveness so far from his usual self.

“Good boy, shitty-hair.” Picking up his boxers he pulled them back on before plopping back into the chair, not thinking of how he was showing off his junk to the phone as he did it. Kirishimas red face and the way he averted his eyes had told him the other caught it.

“Just eat your cake. Babe. It shouldn’t go to waste”

“Don’t go jerking off alone too much, your dick will go to waste” Bakugous crocked grin with the quip had Kirishima snort a laugh, his brow raising in challenge until the other answered.

After a few more back and forth, teasing about this and that until Bakugou decided he was going to get a shower before bed the redhead hung up. Letting out a breath as he stared at the blank screen. His boyfriend was just so good. It was amazing how he was so willing to go along with what the redhead wanted, but even more so how much he seemed to want it even as he had proclaimed not to have any interest in sex.

Glancing down he saw how painfully hard he still was. It had been torture to just lay there and not do anything about it for the last few minutes, watching Bakugou on the screen with his skin flushed down to his chest, those pink buds that were standing at attention and the bits of cream and cum left on his torso after what they had done.

The other had told him not to do it alone, that he should just wait until they could get together, but there was no way he’d be able to keep calm if he did.  Bakugou was a force to be reckoned with and that included the way he could make the redheads heart skip a beat and get him hard with just a look. The way he had sneakily reached down to finger himself while they jacked off had been hard to ignore and even harder to keep quiet about. He wondered how many fingers he’d gotten inside. His mind was already picturing it. Filling in the blanks as a hand snuck down to grab himself again. Jerking it to the images until he couldn’t anymore and had to get ready for bed. It was already late in the night and as he glanced at his phone he frowned at the time. Bakugou was going to regret it if the redhead didn’t calm himself beforehand. Someone with almost no libido wouldn’t be able to go five times in a row, not for hours on end. That would just be cruel to him.

He'd make sure to contain himself and take a few laps around campus before the blonde came back. Then he’d make sure Bakugou was enjoying himself first and make him feel good until he’d had enough. He’d take care of himself afterwards if he needed to. There was no need to rush, they could get used to it slowly. Until the blonde was used to it and wanted to go for more, for longer. Slow and steady. The other had barely touched the tip of the iceberg and he wasn’t one to back off to a challenge. Kirishima could wait for him to catch up. He’d just have to put in some effort until then.