slight nsfw warning. .-.

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Kirishima

Kirishima didn't think he was ever gonna get used to waking up and finding the most beautiful person on Earth beside him, and he didn't know if he was ever going to be able to go back to sleeping alone in his bed when they had to go back to school. For now, though, he refused to think about that. There was still almost half a week of break left and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to drag out every last second he had alone with Bakugou.

As a result of being truly alone, it was so much easier for things to start to get heated between them. In their room back at school, they were both aware in the backs of their minds that they were in a building occupied by countless other people. But here, where there was no chance of them being disturbed—or heard—by anyone else, it was easy to lose track of time and get lost in each other... going further than either of them had really intended from the get go.

That's why it came as something of a shock when Kirishima realized one evening just how far they had gone from what had initially been an innocent kiss to... practically straddling Bakugou, one of his legs between the other's with a warm hand halfway up the back of his shirt. In what seemed like no time at all, he could feel himself getting heated, could feel the pull of the desire as their lips moved together, hands scrambling a bit for even just a brief brushing of skin on skin. It pulled at him like never before, and... he didn't know if he wanted it to. Didn't know if he was ready for this. But at the same time he wanted it so much...

Before he could let himself get too carried away, he broke their kiss if only by a hair. "Should... should we stop?" he mumbled.

"Do you wanna stop?" Bakugou asked, hushed and a little breathless.

"...well, no," Kirishima said, opening his eyes and lifting his head enough to see the other clearly. "But... are you sayin' you wanna, y'know..." He paused to swallow around the lump in his throat. "...go all the way?"

That was met with an amused albeit sarcastic huff. "You're like a fucking middle schooler," Bakugou muttered.

"Sorry!" Kirishima practically squeaked, sitting up even more. "I've never done this before!"

Bakugou's face was unreadable as he gazed up at the other, still hovering hesitantly above him. "...I dunno. D'you?"

The stupid lump seemed to get bigger with every word between them, forcing Kirishima to try and swallow it down and speak around it. "I dunno," he repeated. "I mean, 'm not really ready for that yet but like, I don't wanna get all... well, y'know..." Shit, he really did talk like a middle schooler... "...and then just stop outta nowhere."

"Then don't."

Bakugou said it so matter-of-factly that it took Kirishima off guard. He seemed so freakin' chill about this! It didn't look like he was bothered at all by the fact that he'd forced Kirishima's shirt halfway up his torso or the fact that his knee was wedged between Kirishima's legs... "But—"

"Go as far as you're comfortable with and if you decide you wanna stop, we stop," Bakugou cut in.

Oh man, oh man, Kirishima was pretty sure his face was gonna explode or his nose was gonna start bleeding or something with how hot it was getting. "Are... are you sure?"

"Of course I'm fucking sure, idiot." For the first time since their kiss, Bakugou's eyes cut away from the other's. Only then did Kirishima see the redness in his ears. He was embarrassed, but somehow he was remaining so much cooler about this whole thing on the outside whereas Kirishima could hear the rushing of the blood in his head and was pretty damn sure Bakugou could feel the pounding of his heart through his back with where his hand rested against it.

"But if I do somethin' you don't like—"

"I'll tell you. Same goes for you."

Kirishima gave a small nod in response. He let Bakugou be the one to initiate the kiss this time, picking up right where they'd left off. He felt a surge of heat shoot down his body as soon as their lips made contact again and suddenly every embarrassed or fearful thought that'd been swarming around in his mind was silenced, and once again he found himself getting lost in the heat of the moment.

He... really fucking liked making out with Bakugou like this. The way the other's hands gripped at his waist or his ribs, the way he seemed so hungry and desperate in the way he kissed and whimpered lightly from the back of his throat electrified every single nerve ending in Kirishima's body. Before he knew it his hand had descended more than halfway down Bakugou's torso and, though suddenly painfully aware of how low it was, didn't stop it until he reached the soft cotton of Bakugou's sweatpants and a... holy shit, rather large bulge right there in the front of them.

"Holy shit, you're already—" he started to mumble against Bakugou's lips.

"...yeah," grumbled the other. "'S not like I do this a lot..."

Once again Kirishima lifted his head. "So you have before?"

"No. Not really. Not with other people anyway."

A bubble of amusement Kirishima couldn't stop lifted from his stomach and presented itself in a giddy laugh. "Me either. But that was really fast."

Instantly, Bakugou went on the defensive. "And? What about it?!" he hissed.

"Nothing!" defended Kirishima quickly. "I'm kinda impressed, honestly."

"You don't have to fucking embarrass me about it, Shitty Hair!"

"I—I'm not trying to!"

Bakugou had kept talking through Kirishima's defense, though, going on like he hadn't even heard him. "Is it such a fucking crime that I think you're hot?!"

That took Kirishima way off guard; his eyes widened as his whole body stiffened. "Wait... you--you do?!"

Bakugou's whole forehead seemed to be wrinkled now. "Was that not fucking obvious?!" he half-shouted.

"I-I don't know!" Kirishima scrambled to say. "Nobody's ever said that to me before."

"Hmph..." Bakugou grunted, a hand immediately sliding up to tangle in the hair at the base of Kirishima's skull. "Well they're fucking stupid," he grumbled before tugging the other's head down and planting a harsh, heated kiss to his lips—one that left Kirishima slightly dizzy.

"How... how long've you thought that about me?" he managed to mumble in what was little more than a hushed voice.

"Since the first goddamn day I met you, dumbass. I just didn't know it at the time. Now are you gonna keep going or just sit there using my dick as your hand rest?"

Despite the spinning in his head, Kirishima could only laugh into their next kiss until there was no more room to.

They didn't go too much farther after that. There was... grinding, admittedly. Kirishima wouldn't soon forget the way Bakugou had whimpered his name a few times—his given name—in the midst of things, even though no more than their shirts had actually come off. There was more kissing—a LOT more—and Kirishima suspected he would find a few prominent bruises peppered over his neck the next time he looked in the mirror, as would Bakugou. And even though they hadn't gone 'all the way,' both of them knowing they weren't quite there yet, they both were also sure it was one hell of an evening they were probably going to remember forever.

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As soon as he woke up, Kirishima immediately knew something was off. He was too cold, had too much room to maneuver around his bed without running into anything, and he could hear the faint sound of crickets coming from behind him even though in his only half-conscious state of mind he knew he hadn't left the balcony door open.

With a sleepy mumble he sat up and turned around, squinting through the dark in the direction of the faint moonlight filtering in through the door. Sure enough it was open just slightly and a dark figure, one that could only be Bakugou, was sitting out on the floor of the balcony just off to the left. Blindly he reached down toward the end of the bed and grabbed the first shirt he found, pulled it over his head, and stood up to join the other outside.

Bakugou didn't even glance up when he slid the screen door open and stepped out into the cool early morning air. He sat with his legs crossed and his back hunched, his hands fidgeting with something Kirishima couldn't see and didn't pay much mind to when he sat down beside him. As much as he would've liked to lean up against him and slide an arm around his waist, something told him he should keep his distance. That didn't stop him from resting his knee against the other's, though.

"Hey," he said. "You okay?"

Bakugou's 'yeah' didn't sound convincing in the slightest.

"What's wrong, man?"

"Nothing, Dumb Hair. I just wanted some fresh air," he said quietly.

Already Kirishima's heart was sinking. "Okay," he murmured. "I don't really believe you, but 'm not gonna make you tell me. If you wanna, though, I'm here."

"I know."

It was silent a minute; while Bakugou continued to stare out toward the street, Kirishima couldn't stop looking at him as his eyes finally adjusted to the low light. Not that Bakugou always looked super cheerful or anything, but it was easy to tell just by the slightly scrunched up look on his face that there was definitely something on his mind. It took every ounce of willpower Kirishima had not to basically beg him to talk to him. The last thing he wanted to be was invasive.

So instead, gently, he slid his hand over toward Bakugou's and, when his touch wasn't rejected, threaded his fingers between the other's. Bakugou let him lean against his shoulder, too, without saying a word or shrugging him off. In his sleepy state, the warmth of Bakugou being so close and the fresh smell of the night air had him beginning to doze off within just a few minutes—until Bakugou finally spoke up, that was.

"...so does your mom know?"

Kirishima's eyes fluttered open. "Hm? Know what?"

"About..." There was a deep breath, and in it Kirishima could just hear the hesitation. "...all the gay shit."

"Huh?" Kirishima sat up. "You mean about me liking guys?"

"Yeah. That. Whatever."

"Hmm... I dunno. I never actually told her but I don't try to hide it, either. She's the kind of parent that doesn't really mind that kind of stuff, though. She just wants me to be happy," he explained, remembering back during the holiday break when she'd teased him about smiling at his phone.

But his sleepy mind hadn't made the connection to what he was staring at until Bakugou said, "Hmph. Lucky bastard."

It seemed to wake him up in an instant. "Why? Do your parents not know?"

"Considering I didn't even fucking know until I met your cute ass, no."

As much as Kirishima wanted to smile at the 'cute' part, he couldn't. "Are... you gonna tell 'em?" he hushed.

Bakugou's shoulders were stuff when he said, "And risk getting kicked out before I can even support myself? Fuck no."

A physical pang struck Kirishima in the chest. He tightened his hand around Bakugou's and moved just a little closer. "...so they're not supportive," he said. He hadn't really formed it as a question—more like an inference—and Bakugou's following silence seemed to speak volumes.

"I don't know," he said finally, quietly. "They don't talk about that shit. Ever."

"It's okay, Bakugou. It's not like you gotta tell 'em right away, or ever, I guess, if you don't want to. Do it when you're ready."

"Yeah, but the last fucking thing I need is for you to be mad at me for not telling them."

"Whaaaat? Slow down, man. Why would I be mad at you?"

"'Cause you're my fucking boyfriend. You're s'posed to get along with my shitty family as my boyfriend, and I don't want you to go off thinkin' I'm fucking ashamed of you or someshit."

"Hey, hey. Look at me, Baku." Kirishima paused, waiting until the other's head did turn in his direction. "Dude, I'm definitely not gonna be mad. I was scared as hell when I realized I'm not straight, too. There's always that fear that people aren't gonna accept you, especially important people like your parents. I've been there so I get it. It's a dumb reason to be mad. I promise that's not gonna happen."

Bakugou looked away again without saying anything. His hand tightened even more around Kirishima's, though, which told him all he needed to know. "And," he continued, "even if you do tell 'em and the worst case scenario happens, 's not like you'll have nowhere to go. You've got me. You're my family now, too, and I'm not gonna let anything bad happen to you."

Kirishima expected a sarcastic snort that never came. Instead, he was met with a soft, "Thanks, Kirishima."

"No problem, Bakubabe." Kirishima lifted the other's hand up and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. "By the way, have you slept at all?"

"Nope."

"Jeez, man. Stayin' up all night and thinking too much is bad for you. C'mon, let's go back inside and get some sleep."

Willingly, Bakugou followed Kirishima's lead in standing up and heading back into the bedroom, their hands remaining clasped together until they were lying on the bed together again. It was only then that Bakugou grumbled, "Why the fuck are you wearing my shirt?"

"Huh?" Kirishima mumbled, and laughed when he glanced down. He was, indeed, wearing Bakugou's t-shirt. "I just grabbed one. Didn't realize it was yours."

"Hmph. Guess 's 'cause I'm wearing yours."

Kirishima chuckled again and tugged the other toward him. "We'll trade in the morning. Right now you gotta sleep or you won't even need any eyeliner to get that smudgy look."

"'Smudgy'?" Bakugou mumbled, allowing himself to relax against his boyfriend.

"Ah, be quiet. 'M tired. Go to sleep."

"You're a loser."

"I like you, too, Bakubabe," Kirishima cooed jokingly before pressing a soft kiss to the other's forehead. There was nothing more than a soft huff from Bakugou before the room fell silent. Kirishima truly felt like he'd found his happy place as he fell asleep there with Bakugou wrapped securely in his arms.

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apologies for this chapter being so short. despite that, it's kind of one of my favorites? whoops haha. ♥

also, sorry about not getting to any of your comments and such lately. i've been having trouble with my email that sends me all the comments and i'm still trying to get it worked out. i also got a new phone and it does notifications differently than my old one does and it's sort of useless so i just turned them off and will be relying on emails to respond to them once i get all that crap worked out - hopefully soon (even if i have to make a whole new email, which will be annoying but whattaya do?)

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