Okay so slight warning, this part does get a little steamy towards the second half. You can skip over it, but you might just wanna read it for later context.

Kirishima awoke at 10 am, with an immediate smile on his face as he remembered just where he was. This was the best nights sleep he'd had in a long while, he actually woke up feeling refreshed and ready for the day.

The two were going to the biggest shopping centre in all of central today. It was no doubt going to be busy, but Bakugou was confident he knew his way around and wouldn't let Kirishima get lost on the way. When they were talking about it on discord, the blonde even made a comment about holding his hand if it came down to that. It was a joke, clearly, but in general, it wasn't such a bad idea. Only so Kirishima wouldn't get lost, of course. That's the only reason.

Kirishima skipped down the stairs, so eager to get started with the day. He could smell something sweet coming from the kitchen and heard the faint sounds of some music, so he lightened his steps as he crept up to the kitchen door.

Bakugou was singing along faintly to 'Sora ni Utaeba' by Amazarashi (Hero Academia opening 3), which was one of Kirishima's favourite songs, without a doubt. Kirishima lingered at the door, enjoying the harmonizing sounds that came from the other side. Bakugou's singing contrasted greatly with his speaking voice, as it was rather soft and almost angelic.

When it got to the last chorus, Kirishima decided to suddenly burst through the door, skidding on the wooden floor as he was wearing socks. He was using his phone as a microphone, singing loudly into it as though he was performing at a concert on stage.

Bakugou practically jumped out of his skin, his singing being interrupted as his voice immediately turned back to how it normally was.

"Kyojitsu o kirisai- HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK‽" His hand immediately went to cover his heart as his eyes widened behind the glasses.

He stumbled back and had his other hand rest on the counter behind him, gripping the surface like it would save his life if this was an intruder.

Kirishima continued singing, pointing and winking at Bakugou as if the blonde was a fan going to see him in a concert. It was the first time seeing him wearing glasses, so as much as he wanted to stop and silently appreciate, he was committed to this performance now.

As Bakugou realised who it was and what he was doing, he did relax a little bit visibly, but his heart continued jumping about. Still didn't make him any less annoyed that it happened in the first place, but the fact that Kirishima was doing this rather than being awkward the whole time was making up for it.

Kirishima continued singing, acting as though there was no one watching. He continued until the song had finished, acting like he was an idol until the very last second. His smile never faltered, he didn't doubt any single thing he did even for a second. His eyes were locked on Bakugou majority of the time, living in the moment as he let everything else that was in view fade away.

Bakugou hated to admit, but he was honestly completely taken aback. The red head's movements seemed to play out in slow motion as he danced like an actual K-pop artist. He couldn't lie, it had him swooning. How his hair was down and naturally didn't help Bakugou's case at all either. If he let himself continue to think like this, then he probably would've ended up actually acting like a fangirl at a concert.

He was still scowling as a natural forceful reaction, but it was an amused one at least.

"Thank you, I'm here all week!" Kirishima added at the end, pulling his hair out of his face, panting heavily as that took a fair amount of energy out of him.

Bakugou's eyes were wide and his mouth slightly open as if he was petrified. It was too early for his brain to process this completely, and it was ten in the morning. As he regained his composure, he pushed his glasses up his nose and cleared his throat, folding his arms.

"I... Hate you." Was all he said, not able to muster up anything else. "I make you fuckin' pancakes and this is how you treat me." He ever so nearly pouted but didn't allow himself to actually do so.

Kirishima blinked twice, the proud smile leaving his face as he looked towards the table. And indeed, there they were. Two plates of perfect pancakes, with syrup, butter and Nutella on the table in front of them.

"Well personally, I think that was more of a treat than anything. You should be thanking me." Kirishima huffed, mirroring Bakugou's stance as he crossed his arms.

"Tch, whatever." Bakugou couldn't keep a straight face, so he abruptly turned around and put the flour that was on the counter back in the cupboard as Kirishima sat down.

It was then that the red head noticed that they were practically wearing the same complete outfit. Black baggy top, black fairly baggy sweatpants and black socks. Probably the same sizes as well, considering Bakugou never wore the pants at his actual waist.

Once Bakugou had sat down and they both started digging in, Kirishima was going mad with the toppings, barely leaving any space at all. Bakugou took a different stance, placing a nice amount on in an even pattern. Kirishima marvelled at the sight, jaw to the floor as he literally just witnessed Bakugou being textbook perfection once again.

They ate, with Kirishima complimenting Bakugou's cooking every few minutes and telling stupid stories for the others. Bakugou didn't mind though, he listened, and actually found himself somewhat intrigued as to what Kirishima had to say.

After that, Kirishima got in the shower and did his hair, which didn't actually take him that long to do, to Bakugou's surprise. Whilst doing his hair, Kirishima had a sudden thought.

Oh my god. Bakugou's hair looked exactly the same as it did yesterday this morning. Is it naturally like that‽

About an hour later, they were both ready to go. Bakugou had put his contact lenses in, and Kirishima actually had some pretty cool red shoes on, that Bakugou was surprised he owned. Kirishima asked if the blonde just assumed that the only pairs of shoes he owned were crocs, to which Bakugou shrugged his shoulders, though it was an obvious 'yes'.

As they left the house, Bakugou grumbled about how they should've left earlier considering how busy he knew it'd be by the time they got there, but Kirishima just laughed along as he wasn't sure whether to follow Bakugou to his car or get in his own.

He assumed he'd be driving, just because this was Bakugou's house and Kirishima felt like he couldn't really do much to repay him other than say 'thanks'. But as Bakugou turned to him and asked "What the fuck are you waiting for?", he followed the blonde to his car without questioning.

"Hey, I'll drive." He said. The way he said it was determined and resolute, but it didn't sway Bakugou for a second.

"You have no idea where we're going. Just get in and shut up." He unlocked the car without looking and hopped into the driver's seat.

Kirishima swallowed the lump in his throat as he walked around the car to get in at the other side.

They arrived at the shopping centre approximately half an hour later. Bakugou thought it only would've taken twenty minutes max, but the traffic had other thoughts. Kirishima couldn't exactly say that it was surprising that Bakugou had a short temper on the road. It was rather entertaining, though.

They walked into the big glass entrance, blending in amongst the others just getting there. Well, blending in as much as two kinda tall boys with red eyes and spiky hair, one with red hair at that, could possibly blend in. They were walking slower than most of the other people, Bakugou letting Kirishima take in the city sites.

That's when he heard it.

"Kacchan!"

Bakugou froze on the spot, his skin tensing up. Kirishima didn't know that that was a call for Bakugou so he tried to keep walking, but he didn't go far before he noticed Bakugou, whose facial expression had changed completely. Now he looked troubled, frustrated.

The blonde quickly took hold of Kirishima's hand, almost desperately holding on as if it was something keeping him sane. Kirishima didn't understand immediately, but he soon loosened his hand and let Bakugou take proper hold.

"A-" He began to ask a question before stopping himself.

The source of the person who called that nickname ran in front of them, with two other people with him. He had green hair, green eyes and freckles, and was kinda short. The girl there had a rather round face, brown eyes, and brown hair in a bob. She was smaller than the green haired boy, and a lot smaller than the other boy who was with them. He looked closer to Bakugou and Kirishima's age. Blue eyes and blue hair, with rectangular shaped glasses. He stood up unnaturally straight. All three of them looked super cheery and charismatic, and the way they smiled showed that too.

Kirishima turned to Bakugou in slight confusion, but his face remained how it did before. Troubled. Uncomfortable.

"Long time no see, huh?" The brown haired girl asked as she pouted, putting her hands on her hips in fake annoyance.

"It's been two weeks," Bakugou replied, his voice seemingly monotonous, as though he couldn't care less about interacting with them.

While Kirishima examined how Bakugou was reacting to each of the people there, he noticed that he wasn't looking at the boy with green hair. Not properly, anyway.

"Are you a friend of Bakugou's?" The blue haired boy asked, finally giving some sort of attention to Kirishima.

Kirishima snapped his attention away from worrying about Bakugou to reply. He was wary of these people because of how timid Bakugou was acting. What if they had hurt him in some way? They didn't seem like the kind of people to do so at all, but he didn't actually know them, despite how cheery they put on to be. He knew more than anyone that this could be an act.

"Yeah! The names Eijirou Kirishima." He responded, trying not to let his wariness show in his voice.

The green haired boy looked down to their hands that were still connected and placed his hand on his chin as if he was focusing. A second later he picked his head back up and looked Kirishima directly in the eyes. It was weirdly intimidating. At least, it was until he spoke.

"Are you Red Riot?" He asked, picking up his smile once again. His eyes actually seemed to widen, as if they were hopeful. His voice was considerably high.

"Yeah! I am, actually." Kirishima exclaimed. It was the first time he was asked this question, and it was actually a good feeling for some reason. It also meant that these people knew that Bakugou was Ground Zero, so he either trusted them or knew them for a long time. Or both.

Bakugou sighed audibly, dragging his eyes away from all of them, looking off somewhere else. He seemed like a kid who's mother had bumped into a friend.

"No need to be so grumpy, Kacchan! Introduce us to your friend!" He winked on the word 'friend', which made Bakugou grit his teeth as he turned to scowl at Midoriya.

"Round face is Uravity, glasses is Ingenium, and that's... Deku." He spoke, tone of voice the same as it were before. Something was clearly off, but Kirishima couldn't put his finger on what exactly. He subtly squeezed his hand just a little tighter, trying to let Bakugou know that he was aware of his discomfort.

"Wait... As in, like, the YouTubers?" He asked, baffled that they were all in one place and that they even knew each other, and knew Bakugou.

"Yep! I'm Ochaco Uraraka!" The girl said.

"Tenya Iida." The tall boy followed up with.

"Izuku Midoriya!" The green haired boy smiled.

Kirishima snuck a glance at Bakugou from the corner of his eye, seeing that he still looked like he'd rather be anywhere else with anyone else.

It wasn't nice to see. At all. In fact, it was rather horrible. To see the normally outspoken and uncensored boy so resistant and almost quiet set off alarms in Kirishima's head. He didn't want to have to see it anymore.

"It's been nice to meet you all, but we really have to get going." Kirishima checked his phone for the time, pretending as though they were in a rush.

"Nice to meet you too! Don't be a stranger, Bakugou!" Uraraka hooked arms with both Midoriya and Iida and began walking off quickly. The two both tried to bow in goodbye, but Uraraka seemed too keen on getting them both away. It seemed as though she realised something moments before.

As soon as they were out of the way, Kirishima started walking at a reasonably fast pace, pulling Bakugou along with him. The blonde tried to voice a complaint, but all Kirishima cared about was finding somewhere they probably wouldn't have been seen. He settled on just walking into a clothing store, hoping that those three wouldn't end up in there.

"The hell was that all about?" Bakugou chuckled, raising an eyebrow at him, seemingly actually amused as well as curious.

"You... Seemed uncomfortable. Especially with Midoriya, so I thought maybe you'd want to just... Get out of there, ya know?" He smiled nervously, now noticing that maybe he did take it a step too far. He didn't want to ask any questions, but that didn't stop him from being curious.

"Well thanks, I guess. They're just people from middle school. You don't need to worry about 'em" He replied, starting to pull Kirishima out of the shop. He almost tried to resist, looking to see if he could see Midoriya and the others about. Bakugou noticed. "Trust me, it doesn't matter if they see us." He spoke again, knowing that they had all assumed that they were on a date. Anyone would have honestly, since they were holding hands and all.

Kirishima didn't seem to realise that, and Bakugou just didn't have the heart to tell him, though seeing the blush that would've spread across his face as he tried to act all proud and not flustered would be hilarious and totally worth it.

Kirishima tried his best to lead but failed horrendously as he just got distracted by things that caught his eye and eventually lost. He tried his best to work it out on his own as he lugged an amused Bakugou with him.

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After all that, they were actually rather tired. They'd spent most of the day just running around and looking at stuff. Bakugou was sure he'd never get tired of seeing Kirishima's excitement when he witnessed something new or unexpected. It seemed almost fake, but he knew it was real, which made it all the more comical.

They hadn't bumped into Midoriya, Uraraka or Iida again after that. They may have seen them across the way, but they kept their distance. Bakugou could practically hear Uraraka and Midoriya talking to each other afterwards, no one else being able to keep up with their ramblings, almost like an entirely different language. Iida would say something like 'it's not polite to discuss Bakugou and Kirishima's potential relationship'.

Bakugou knew what they all thought from the moment Midoriya asked if Kirishima was Red Riot. His eyes said it all. For the first time ever, Midoriya had seen Bakugou after middle school in an actual situation that he knew made him genuinely happy.

It was no secret that Bakugou never really did forgive his past self completely and that was something he'd have to deal with over time, but Kirishima's presence and their closeness really did make it seem like progress was being made, and Midoriya couldn't be happier.

Bakugou couldn't hear the truth from him or else it seemed fake and in spite, and the green haired boy knew that.

When they'd reached the house again, with Kirishima insisting to be the one to drive back, Bakugou had a little idea.

He walked into the living room from the kitchen and sat down next to Kirishima on the couch, putting down a bottle of vodka firmly on the table as well as two shot glasses.

"Wanna play a game?" He smirked, knowing the response before he even asked the question. Kirishima leaned forward and nodded, anticipating what the game was. "We ask each other a question, and we have to answer it or take a shot." He finished, filling up both the shot glasses and handing one to Kirishima.

"Cheers." He necked it, face twitching slightly at the bitter liquid.

"Okay, me first." He spent a couple of second thinking, before deciding what direction he wanted to go with it. "How old were you when you had your first crush?"

Kirishima didn't even hesitate before filling his glass once again, drinking down the liquid before the blonde even had time to question his decision. There was no way in hell Kirishima would admit to having his first crush at twenty. And that'd give away exactly who, too.

"Wow, really?" Bakugou raised an eyebrow as he scoffed. "If you wanted to just get drunk you should've just said so."

"When was the last time you cried and why?" Kirishima asked, genuinely curious.

"Probably... Like a month ago? I saw Banana Fish. End of fucking discussion." He chuckled, taking a shot anyway, much to Kirishima's confusion.

"You didn't need to drink."

"I know. That was to drown out the pain from remembering that damn show."

"Okay, that's understandable."

About an hour later, they were both rather drunk. They were both laughing every few minutes for no reason in particular, and their game had been pretty much abandoned. Now they were just taking shots whenever they felt like it and asking questions like that, too.

They were leaning on each other, Bakugou's head buried in Kirishima's neck.

"So how was middle school for you?" Kirishima slurred out, asking in hopes that Bakugou's experience was different from his own.

Bakugou became noticeably more heavy against Kirishima as he seemed to subconciously need to feel the physical support as well as mental support. He sat up briefly to take another shot but fell onto Kirishima again immediately after.

"So... y'know that De-" He paused, clearing his throat and taking a big swig of the vodka straight from the bottle before continuing. "M-Midoriya? One of the guys we saw earlier."

"Ohhh, the green one?" Kirishima wracked his memory, trying to remember the freckled face that he knew as the YouTuber 'Deku'.

"Yeah. You noticed that I'm fuckin' weird with him at the time." He paused briefly, wondering how to word this. "Long story short, we went to the same middle school and I bullied the fuck out of him. Hell, even before that." His voice dropped in tone as it was clear that he was somewhat nervous.

"Oh... Shit. And you feel bad about it now, huh?" It honestly isn't what Kirishima expected, but he still felt for Bakugou nonetheless and felt bad for doubting the three they met earlier so much.

"Yeah. But the worst of all is that he fucking forgives me."

"That's a bad thing?"

"I just wish he cut ties with me and stayed pissed at me forever. When I apologised he was just 'oh Kacchan it's okay, really!' but it sucks because I know just how miserable I made him. I told the guy to fuckin' swan dive off a roof. I gave him the nickname 'Deku' in an attempt to call him useless, for fuck sake. Now every time I do so much as look at him or hear his voice it just reminds me. I guess this is my fuckin' punishment, or whatever."

Kirishima let Bakugou rant, pausing before he spoke himself, making sure that Bakugou knew he could let it all out at once if he needed to.

"You apologised?" Kirishima asked, at this point hand resting on Bakugou's back, rubbing small circles with his thumb. "That already shows that you've changed. And you said middle school, right? How long ago was that now, man? And Midoriya clearly has no bad blood, or I'm sure that you'd know about it. He and his friends don't have to approach you but they do. They're not being forced to do that."

Bakugou looked into his eyes for a brief second before falling into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around the other's neck, gripping his shirt. Kirishima held him back firmly, making sure not grip too hard around his back. After a moment of silence, his grip on the red head's shirt tightened as he couldn't hold his words back.

"I don't deserve you. You're trying to make an asshole like me feel better and it's god damn working. What did I ever do to be this lucky?" He spoke his mind aloud, holding onto Kirishima as if he'd fall if he let go.

"Hey," The red head pulled him back so they still had their arms around each other but they were also looking at each other, much closer than Kirishima had anticipated. "Don't go spouting shit like that. You're amazing and you know it. Don't let your past bring you down now because you've grown, changed and you're a different person now. So start seeing the awesomeness of Bakugou now, and not the shittiness of the Bakugou back then."

Bakugou huffed out a smile, glancing down to Kirishima's lips as he played with the short hairs on his neck. It was only for a brief second, but Kirishima noticed. So he noticed when it happened the second time and the third. He gave in to the temptation and did the same himself, letting his eyes drop to the lips he wanted oh so badly on his own.

Everything was silent. The only thing that they could hear was their own heartbeats and the loud swallow of the other as they both already knew the direction this was going in. Neither of them could lie, they were both wanting this, more than anything.

The atmosphere wasn't even that different from how it usually was when they were alone, but that didn't change the fact that their breaths were almost mixing at this distance apart.

They both moved closer, slight hesitation holding them back a little. They were both going through the string of events in their heads. What would happen after this? Immediately and in the long run. But since they were this far in, backing out would only make it much more awkward now. They liked each other, that they both knew, at least in the moment.

Their noses had brushed past each other, eyes dropped shut and they still lingered, their lips threatening to brush ever so lightly. Butterflies in Kirishima's stomach made it hard to tell what exactly was going on, just how far apart they were, how exactly he should actually kiss. The alcohol helped numb his ability to care about all that though, and the hunger for Bakugou's lips swam to the surface as he captured them in his own.

It was sweet, firm and absolutely electrifying. It lasted a few seconds before they both backed up slowly, a certain sound entering the air as they disconnected. Kirishima opened his eyes completely, but Bakugou's remained half-lidded, soon to be closed again as he dived at Kirishima unexpectedly, crashing their lips together once again. Kirishima gasped in surprise but welcomed the kiss nonetheless. This one lasted longer, turned hungrier as the heat of the situation just increased along with how confident the boys were.

At first, they were hesitant, but now that they both knew how much the other wanted this too, the barriers that they'd both put up to protect the other from what they wanted were quickly being destroyed.

Kirishima soon nibbled on Bakugou's lower lip, forcing the blonde to moan as he opened his mouth that little bit more, wanting as much of Kirishima as he was allowed to have.

Now that sound was undoubtedly Kirishima's favourite.

Kirishima took this opportunity to add his tongue to the kiss, causing Bakugou to gasp in surprise as he hummed into it, bringing one of his knees to the other side of Kirishima so that he was straddling the red head's crotch. Their moves were getting more desperate and sloppy as Bakugou broke off, gasping for air, but with a huge, almost sly grin on his face.

The blonde reached down to the hem of Kirishima's shirt, pulling it off in one swift motion. The lust in his eyes was clear as he ran his hands over the red head's arm muscles, looking Kirishima in the eyes the whole time, the red head struggling to regain any sort of composure he thought he had.

Kirishima slipped his hands down to Bakugou's waist, gripping firmly to keep him in place as he leaned forward, bringing his mouth to just below Bakugou's ear, leaving little kisses trailing along his jaw, starting to stalk down his neck, hungrily feeling the smooth skin under his lips.

Bakugou moved a hand to Kirishima's hair and pulled it back abruptly, forcing Kirishima to pull back and look at him. The red head was panting, clearly annoyed that he was interrupted.

"You gonna use those teeth of yours properly?" Bakugou asked, a smirk on his face as he tugged at Kirishima's hair more, smiling at the way Kirishima responded by licking over his teeth slowly.

Bakugou shoved Kirishima back onto his neck, relishing in the feeling of how Kirishima was being more bold and aggressive, staking his claim.

Then suddenly, the slightly heavier kisses and sucks turned into nibbles, Kirishima being careful as he didn't actually want to hurt Bakugou too much.

But damn, the taste of his skin was so addictive that he couldn't help biting down slightly harder and letting himself loose on a Bakugou who was clearly enjoying it, from how he muttered Kirishima's name in praise and gently rocked his hips as much as he could with Kirishima's grip still on them.

"My room. Now." The blonde whispered, getting off him and grabbing his hand, pulling him towards the stairs.

After a quick make out against the door frame of the living room which left Bakugou shirtless and hurriedly walking up the stairs, they were in Bakugou's bed, resuming the same position from before. They were kissing almost aggressively, Bakugou starting to let his fingers wander.

The blonde trailed his fingers further down Kirishima's chest, outlining the boy's abs as he played slightly with the hem of his pants.

That made Kirishima wonder, just how far are we going with this?

It started off with harmless kissing, but now it was getting beyond dangerous. As much as he wanted to just let this continue, his morals got the better of him.

"W-we shouldn't be doing this." He pulled away from Bakugou to say, ignoring the way part of his mind begged for it.

"Huh?"

"As much as I really, really want to, we're both pretty damn drunk and not fully aware of what 's actually happening. If we're gonna do this, I'd like it to be under different circumstances." He admitted, knowing that his words didn't come out as clear as he wanted them to. Bakugou took his hands off of Kirishima, smiling as he continued to look at the red head.

"Always thinking ahead." He climbed off of Kirishima and laid with his back flat on his bed, a smile on his face. He was still close to Kirishima and his face was content, so the red head was slightly relieved. He can't say that he didn't miss the touch, though.

As he looked at Bakugou, he noticed just how apparent the marks were from when he'd attacked his neck. And damn, they looked terrible. Almost like Bakugou had been in a fight with a vampire and came out of it with multiple bruises and bite marks. They looked red and raw, painful to the touch.

"Sorry about that..." Kirishima muttered as he slid his back down the headboard, laying next to the blonde himself. It was clear what he was talking about, Bakugou understood immediately.

"You're sorry about something that I asked you to do?" He laughed, turning to face the red head, a smile on his face.

They both couldn't lie, they were a bit uncomfortable below the belt due to where they nearly went but it didn't really bother them that much, the lingering euphoria causing it to become a second thought.

Bakugou grabbed Kirishima's arm and pulled it over with him as he turned to his side, snuggling into Kirishima's chest and placing his arm over his waist.

Kirishima saw this as a little opportunity to just leave light kisses over every one of the bite marks he left on Bakugou's neck, silently apologising again. He was trying to say that he wasn't some sort of animal and could be gentle, enjoying Bakugou's steady breathing as they both slowly drifted off into sleep.

Sorry if you don't like this kinda stuff. Writing all this tension was killing me so the relief is just mostly self-indulgent haha. It also adds to context later, you'll seeeeeee. Also, this is super long whoops.