"I can't believe we're doing this," Bakugou muttered. Looking at Kirishima he asked nervously, "Would it be okay if I, uh...maybe...killed the pink one in her sleep tonight? I can make it painless. Or painful if that works for you."

"You're not killing any of our friends," Kirishima scolded.

Bakugou shrugged. "No, of course not. Hypothetically I would be killing the demon that forced us to come out to an unfairly large portion of our class."

"The answer's still no," Kirishima answered sternly as they stepped out into the cold night air. "Bad Kat," he added teasingly.

"Don't make me kill you next," Bakugou threatened, but he was smiling just the slightest bit as he said it.

The walk to the store was much shorter than Kirishima would have liked. He was enjoying the nice walk, the cold air, the peaceful silence, and definitely not thinking about what Mina had dared them to do. But before he knew it they were walking inside the store, and the sound of the door closing behind him made Kirishima think it was like the final sound of his death sentence.

"I'm gonna go check out the video games," Eijirou said, trying to stay calm but sounding a bit desperate as he spoke.

Bakugou grabbed him by the hand forcefully, "Oh no you aren't, this is because of your stupid friends. If I'm going down I'm bringing you down with me."

He all but dragged Kirishima to the aisles that spelled his end—at least, that's what he thought of it. "This is so not manly," he complained.

"Shut up, of course it is," Bakugou countered, "It means you aren't some innocent little kid."

Maybe Bakugou had a point. Kirishima felt ridiculous standing in that aisle and wanted to hide in his sweatshirt for the rest of eternity, but then again maybe it meant that he was mature. Adults do this sort of thing, so why can't he? He fought to control his nervousness as he followed Bakugou around.

"So...what exactly are we getting?" Kirishima asked, wanting to be done with it as soon as possible. He gestured to a shelf as he fought the heat rising in his cheeks and asked, "Should we get those?"

"You can just say condoms."

"No I can't," Kirishima answered, making Bakugou chuckle. Who knew he could be so shy?

Bakugou sighed, "Well to answer your question, I don't think so. I'm a virgin, and just based on your reaction I think it's safe to say you are too. Besides, we only have to get something just to say we did it."

Kirishima just awkwardly shuffled along behind him some more, wishing above all else that he was anywhere but there. Yes, he had had a wet dream about Bakugou and yes, he had thought about the possibility of them.... But he never really thought about actually going to the store for stuff they would need. It just hadn't crossed his mind. And how would something like that come up in the first place?

In a way he had assumed that they would never really take their relationship to that level, even if he did really want to. He wasn't sure how...and he wasn't sure Bakugou had even thought about it until that night. But now the idea hung heavy between them. They could both feel the tension coursing through the air, and their current task wasn't making it that much easier.

But Bakugou seemed to handle it a little better, as he pulled a blue and black bottle off one of the shelves, and with an impish smile he said, "What about this? Remember what I said earlier about your antics during the movie? Imagine if we had this on hand..."

Kirishima just blushed harder, grabbing the back of his neck nervously as he looked anywhere but at the bottle of lube. Meanwhile his mind was working a mile a minute remembering some of the things Bakugou had whispered in his ear, and his brain seemed to stop functioning for a little bit.

Katsuki rolled his eyes and gave Eijirou's shoulder a reassuring squeeze as he explained, "We are going to buy this to get Ashihoe off our backs, but I'm going to stash it away somewhere in my room until the end of time. But if we're dating we should at least be able to talk about this sort of thing without you collapsing in on yourself. So we are going to keep playing truth or dare."

"We are?" Kirishima asked with a groan.

"We can just do it through text though, if that's easier. Truth or dare?"

"Truth," Kirishima answered aloud.

Bakugou fished his phone out of his pocket and texted Kirishima, 'Why do you like me?'

The text caught Kirishima off-guard at first and he had to think carefully about his answer. While he was typing Bakugou swiftly paid for the headache, feeling overwhelmingly grateful to whoever invented self-checkout. With a frown he took a photo of the receipt and sent it to Mina, who answered 0.3 seconds later in a group chat of everyone who had been playing truth or dare, 'OMG YOU DID NOT! XD'

He ignored her as he got a text from Kirishima that, when all the idiotic abbreviations were taken out, read, 'Because you're so real with me when no one's around and I can be myself around you too. You're a tough guy but you're passionate about the things you love, which is super cool.' Kiri sent another text a second later, 'and also because your abs are hot af.'

Bakugou glanced at him in surprise but he was looking away sheepishly. So he just texted back, 'Your turn. I pick truth.'

'Why do YOU like ME?' Kirishima asked.

'Because you're perfect.'

Kirishima read the message, then said aloud with a chuckle, "Who knew you were such a shameless flirt."

"That's not even flirting that's just being cheesy!" Bakugou protested. "Do we need to take this up a notch then?"

Kirishima suggested, "Maybe later when we're less...public."

Bakugou smiled in response. Kirishima would never get tired of that smile. The smile that the rest of the world never got to see. It represented the human side of Bakugou that didn't even exist to most people. Without realizing it they were holding hands again, enjoying the peace and quiet on their way back to the dorms.

When they started getting closer to the building Bakugou forced himself to let go of his hand to make sure no one saw them. They walked inside to see that the first floor was empty, but just in case one of their friends was nearby waiting to ambush them they bolted through and up the stairs before anyone would have a chance. By the time they got up to the fourth floor they were starting to get a bit tired; it had been a pretty long day, after all. They stood together outside Bakugou's door and paused for a minute.

Bakugou looked around cautiously before grabbing Kirishima's face in his hands and giving him a gentle kiss good-night. He let his hands fall on Kiri's shoulders but kept their foreheads together a moment longer, his eyes still closed. All at once he was lost in his own thoughts: what were they now? Everything was so sudden and unexpected he didn't know how to react. Was their relationship going anywhere? And if so, where?

"Good night, Kat," Kirishima interrupted his thoughts with a quiet murmur.

It didn't matter where it was going or if it made sense, Bakugou decided, because just standing there like that felt exactly right. He opened his eyes to see Kirishima looking back at him, the scarlet irises of his eyes glowing with happiness and...something else he didn't fully recognize. "Good night, Red."

Kirishima gave him a smile in return that made his eyes light up even more before pulling away and departing for his room. Bakugou let his hands fall down at his sides as he watched his boyfriend disappear into his room for the night. Then he checked his phone as he entered his own room. He fished the bottle of lube out of his pocket and tossed it in a random drawer in his dresser before shrugging off his sweatshirt and flopping onto his bed to briefly glance over the 47 texts he missed. A new one from Kirishima stole his attention away at once.

'Did you still wanna play truth or dare?'

Bakugou had forgotten all about their personal game. 'Oh, right, intense version ;) truth or dare?'

'Truth.'

Bakugou had to think for a moment. 'Why were you so freaked out in the store? You weren't that shy last night :P'

There was a long pause as he waited impatiently for the response. He began to worry that he had maybe been a little too direct and possibly scared him away. Maybe it was a bit bold for their first question. Or maybe Kirishima just had an even bolder answer.

'Well last night it all just started happening and I didn't really get a chance to react. But after thinking about it I don't know what we should be doing, or what's normal. I'm new to all of this."

Kirishima just loved to abbreviate everything in his texts a ridiculous amount, and Bakugou had no doubt it would start to give him a headache before long. At least he was somewhat used to it, and his brain was doing a pretty good job of translating it into actual human words. But while it had been a pain to read, it brought up a lot of his own worries about their relationship too.

'I'm pretty nervous too. This is all new to me and I don't really know what's considered normal either.'

'We can do our own normal then,' Kirishima's answer came a short time later.

Bakugou smiled to himself as he asked, 'And what exactly would you like? ;)'

'You really are a shameless flirt,' Kirishima's first answer came in. 'I don't know what I want. I still don't know how I feel about everything.' As soon as he got the second text a new one came in, 'Wait no fair it's your turn now! -_- Truth or dare?'

'Haha. Maybe it should just be truth? I don't know how we could effectively dare each other over text.'

'Sounds good to me,' Kirishima answered. 'Do you think we ever will...you know?'

Bakugou was surprised by the question, and a little bit scared to answer. Thinking about it openly, he wanted to have sex, but Kirishima really didn't seem like he was prepared for it. He decided to play it safe and answered, 'Only if the timing is right. We shouldn't be pressured to do anything. And only if we really want to.'

'I want to,' was all Kirishima's next message said. Then a flood of new messages: 'I didn't mean like right now.' 'that's not what I meant.' 'But someday.' 'I mean, as long as you want to.'

'Of course I want to,' Bakugou answered, surprised by his own confidence. He hoped it wouldn't be taken the wrong way or anything. 'But more importantly I want you to be comfortable. Feel free to tell me if you ever feel uncomfortable or if we're moving too fast.'

'Thanks :) I do believe it's your turn to ask.'

'Truth or truth?' Bakugou asked.

Kirishima answered, 'Haha. Uh...maybe...truth?'

Bakugou chuckled, then stared at the screen as he wondered what to type. He was starting to run out of good questions to ask, and the only things that did come to mind were more inappropriate than he was really willing to ask. But finally he decided on the only thing that was really coming to his mind.

'Would you rather be on the bottom or the top?'

Now that may have been a bit too forward. The wait was almost physically painful as he wondered how Kirishima would answer...if he even decided to answer in the first place. He took longer than usual to reply. This is it, he thought to himself despairingly. I went too far and now he's freaked out and won't even answer me.

The little noise his phone made as he got a new message made him visibly jump. He clung to his phone like it was his only lifeline as he read the message from Kirishima.

'Honestly...I want to be the bottom I think. Damn if only you could see how red my face is right now. >_< It doesn't feel very manly to say so but I guess since you have such a dominant personality I kind of expect it anyway. But I haven't done it before so I don't know if that's really what I would want for sure. But of course whatever you want is fine too...if it ever comes up.'

Bakugou blushed a bit himself and was quick to answer, 'I think I would want it that way too. But you can always tell me if you change your mind or have second thoughts. That is, if this ever really comes up, after all.'

'Haha thanks Kat. xx <3' 'Wow that seems really weird and cheesy. My turn?'

'If I'm the flirt you're definitely the romantic. Ask away.' Bakugou had a permanent smile plastered on his face. He was ashamed to admit it, but that text had melted his ice cold heart a tiny bit.

'What did you mean when you said I'm perfect?'

Bakugou chuckled a little as he struggled to find a good answer. 'I meant that I don't know why. I'm not good at feeling feelings, but I do know that I like you. And while on the subject, do you really just like me for my abs?!'

'Okay to be fair your question caught me off guard and I didn't know what to say either. You just happened to have a cheesy answer ready.' Once again Bakugou could just feel how nervous he was through the text. 'But I stand by what I said. Not just your abs though. That was just...the first thing that came to mind. Just thinking about any of you makes me all flustered.'

'Oh really? ;)' was all Bakugou said, grinning like a maniac as he pushed send. He imagined he could see Kirishima's face, blushing bright red as he looked over the message after he had been so straightforward in his text.

'Screw off,' Kirishima texted back.

Bakugou just snickered to himself. He pondered what he should say next, but then an evil idea occurred to him. He didn't allow himself time to think it over because no doubt he would have talked himself out of it. He pulled his shirt off and made sure his pants were low enough on his hips to show his whole stomach and flexed a little as he took a picture. Bakugou thought it showcased his abs nicely, and with a little chuckle he pushed send.

'Jerk,' was all Kirishima sent in response.

'I don't get a picture? ;)' Bakugou joked, smiling at his mock disappointment.

'Nope.'

Bakugou chuckled again, but his breath hitched as he received a video file instead. After pausing a moment in surprise, he swiftly opened the file. It was almost pitch black, but he thought he could see the pattern of Kirishima's shorts in the frame. He watched the video in confusion for a minute when his eyes snapped open in surprise. Through the subtle movements he could see Kirishima palming himself through his shorts.

Then the redhead whispered in the video, "fuck you."

Bakugou chuckled at that but it was a somewhat humorless laugh. His voice sounded different somehow, and it sent a little chill down Bakugou's spine. The voice was a little deeper, and it sounded like he was struggling to keep his breath steady.

After some consideration Bakugou decided on what he was going to do next. He wasn't sure what exactly Kirishima would consider "sexy", but he did his best to show himself off again. He ruffled his hair a little more, relaxed his face so that he was looking up at the camera with half-lidded eyes, and gave his phone a gentle smile as he took the picture. The flash was blinding but he decided the picture came out alright. He added the caption 'I think you meant to say "fuck me",' and pushed send.

In response there was another video, and this time Bakugou didn't hesitate to open it. It was a tiny bit brighter, letting him see Kirishima's hand in his pants stroking himself. But along with the visual, he could also hear his boyfriend moaning quietly behind the camera, clearly trying but failing to keep his voice down.

The reality struck Bakugou that this was all happening right next door, their beds pushed up against the same wall. He pressed his ear to the wall to try to hear something, but of course, leave it to UA to inconvenience everything and actually make the walls too thick to hear much through. Nevertheless, just the short video of hearing the sweet noises coming from Kirishima as he stroked himself turned Bakugou on.

He took a picture of the tent in his own pants and sent it with the caption, 'Now thanks to you I have this to deal with this.'

'Send more pictures?' Kirishima sent back seconds later. 'Please? xx'

Bakugou pictured his boyfriend laying in bed, looking at pictures of him while he masturbated, struggling to keep his voice down as he did. The very thought of it convinced Bakugou there was no going back as he slid his own hand into his pants. Then he remembered Kirishima all but begging for more pictures. He fumbled with his phone to take a picture but didn't send it right away.

'I want to hear you,' was all he texted.

Only moments later he heard Kirishima's voice faintly through the wall. He could hear him moaning, but it was so much better than the video. This was real. He was just beyond the wall, picturing none other than Bakugou as he made those noises. The thought of it brought a smile to Bakugou's face as he sent the picture he had already taken.

Bakugou pulled his sweatpants down a bit so he had more freedom, then closed his eyes and laid his head back on his pillow. He imagined Kirishima was in bed with him, somewhat reliving his dream from before. But this time was so much more as he heard the voice beside him, albeit muffled by the wall.

"Oh, Kat!" the voice said suddenly. "Katsuki..."

It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Kirishima called out his name with such passion, as if he needed the sound to survive more than breath itself. It stoked a fire in Bakugou's stomach as he heard it. He focused on the gorgeous sounds more intently, each one bringing him closer to his release.

What finally sent him over the edge was Kirishima's voice when Bakugou was sure he heard the moment he climaxed, crying out his name again. Bakugou let out a low groan himself as he came, feeling warmth spread over his stomach as he did. He lay there for a while until he got his breath back, then after a brief thought and a smirk on his face he took a picture of the mess he made on his stomach and sent it to his boyfriend.

Kirishima sent a picture back. It was a photo of him with his hair tousled and cheeks lightly reddened, his eyes halfway closed and lips parted slightly in a small smile to reveal his teeth. His skin shone from a thin layer of sweat that coated his face, trailing down his neck and the top of his chest where the picture cut off. The caption read: 'Whelp who's ready for round 2? :P'

Bakugou stared at the picture for a while before answering, 'Me if you keep this up. You have no idea how great you look. Just couldn't help yourself, could you?'

'Ha! Don't forget your abs are what got us in this mess in the first place. Now you're just asking for trouble.'

'Damn them! ;)' Bakugou answered.

He tossed his phone aside temporarily as he stood up and sought out a towel to wipe off the mess on his stomach. It felt like his whole body was numb in a way; he couldn't quite comprehend or believe that that had just happened. His brain felt a little clouded and fuzzy, and he wasn't really sure in the end what that meant. He began to worry about what it might be like just talking to Kirishima now.

Would things be, well, awkward between them? He couldn't be sure. Then again, his whole body felt light as a feather and only his mind was convinced that there was a negative side to this feeling. Maybe some part of him was convinced that he didn't deserve to feel happy, that happiness wasn't something he could afford.

But he shook those thoughts out of his head and smiled. Because, he decided, Kirishima did make him happy, and maybe a small bit giddy as well. If nothing else, he felt like this encounter answered some of his questions about what he could maybe learn to expect from the relationship. Clearly Kirishima wasn't exactly opposed to the idea of a sexual relationship

With a contented sigh he walked back over and flopped onto his bed before grabbing his phone and checking it again. There was a message from Kirishima that was two minutes old, which made him frown. He hoped he hadn't kept his boyfriend waiting too long.

'Wow, it's a lot later than I though. Good night Kat, see you in the morning! xoxo'

Bakugou relaxed a little when he found that it wasn't something super urgent. He typed back, 'Night, Kiri.'

Then he went back through their phone and deleted the entire conversation just in case...except for when he saved the videos and picture Kirishima had sent him. But those he had tucked away in a secret roundabout link in his phone where hopefully no one but himself would think to find them. Just in case he might need them later.

Once he was sure their tracks were covered, he put his phone aside and pulled up his blanket around him as the smile on his face grew wider. He drifted off to sleep thinking about Kirishima, with his dumb smile and his shitty hair, his blushing cheeks and the sound of his voice. That idiot was going to be the death of him.

But he wasn't sure if he'd ever had a better night's sleep in his entire life.