My cute as fuck good boi Baku and bratty boi Kiri was drawn for my story courtesy of Crazy_Cartoon_Lover , friend her on Instagram at animatoramy to see more of her art.

KiriBaku_luver did such an amazing job editing! She is an expert with piercings and decided to write her own section. (guess which part ^_^) I loved it so much that I had to use it! Thank you otp I love you! ^3^

Normally I would also have Crazy_cat_bitch editing but she had been incredibly busy and I don't wanna over work her. Please check out her KiriBaku story tho it is hilarious and sexy. The story has taken an interesting turn so check it out!

Now on to the story!

KIRISHIMA'S POV

Blondie made the Bakusquad apologize to me for "making me uncomfortable" Tch....I wasn't uncomfortable! I was fucking pissed off that those fucking extras thought it was okay to get into my fucking business. I WANTED to tell them to fuck off but Blondie looked at me with a pouty lip and puppy dog eyes and, for whatever reason, I kinda just mumbled about it being fine. I swear this fucker is making me soft! So unmanly!

Bakugou's POV

Kiri has been slowly opening up more to the whole class since I told him they care. He's been answering questions verbally and in group training exercises he stays in the group following plans as well as inputting his own brilliant strategies into action. The rest of our classmates always thought of him as that scary quiet guy in our class but never failed to see his determination and strength. They have always respected him looking up to him being one of the top of our class (next to Momo and Todoroki) mentally and physically. They just couldn't get close to him to get to know the redhead like I do. Now they can start to understand him

"Hey Blondie, Wanna take a water break?" Kirishima yells jogging away from me to sit

Adjusting my pants and stretching, heading over to the wall he is now sitting up against, I notice the way he's staring at me biting his lip. His red hot gaze peaking through his bangs. This gaze seems different from his usual intensity. I feel....desire? Longing......Or maybe I'm just sensing what I want from him so I brush it off. I'm pretty tired after all.....

KIRISHIMA'S POV

His fiery "sparring glare" quickly turned back to his soft kind eyes again. I sat on the floor against the wall watching him adjust his sweat pants. His fluid lean muscles rippled with every movement as he stretched his arms up. My eyes traced down his neck past his collar bone. His shoulders are so broad and I admire the way his shoulders frame his enlarged biceps. I shiver as a single bead of fucking sweat follows the crevices between his painstakingly developed pectorals down the deep valleys of his perfectly sculpted abs....WOAH! Hold up perverted thoughts! I don't know why I'm thinking like this...just....FUCK!

ANYWAYS...he grabbed his water bottle from his bag before he sits down next to me against the wall.

"Hey, Blasty..."

He seemed to enjoy his new nickname because his head snapped in my direction so quickly I thought it might have broke. His fucking laugh engulfs me and it makes my chest feel so light. My stomach is doing that somersault shit again.....Ummm anyway...

"Ya, Red?" He replies through the remnants of his laughing fit

I tug on my shitty lip ring with my teeth gently. That nickname just rolls out of his mouth so effortless and smooth. My heart begins to pick up speed the longer I let the gap grow between words.

For the record I, Kirishima Eijiro, manliest fuckin man, don't get nervous!

My palms are way too fucking sweaty and I have to dry them off on my shorts. It's just hot, that's why...Yeah...I'm suddenly painfully aware that we are both shirtless to avoid this blasty fucker from destroying another. That shit gets expensive! I feel my face flush. I pray to whatever god that, what seems to be nervousness but clearly isn't because I DON'T get nervous, isn't noticeable to the observant fuck.

I need to fucking man up! Just say it!

I look back over to him and holy shit holy shit HOLY FUCKIN SHIT my face is burning up, he's so close! Is he fucking examining my face?!

I'm not nervous....

"Red, are you ok? You look like you might have over worked yourself today" his eyes have a glimmer of slight concern "Oh, right! What were you going to say?"

He must think I'm so fucking unmanly at the reddening of my features. Overexertion?! Never! And I never back the fuck down! And I still don't get nervous!

"Nah, fuck off! It's just hot.... Never mind" I said this last part softer than I had anticipated to. Just the thought of telling him had me choking on the words I actually wanted to use and I reluctantly relied on my defensive language.

I can't do it.

I, Kirishima Eijiro, slightly less manly than before, get nervous as fuuuuuck. I'm so pathetic.

Slightly jutting out his plump pink lip, the fucker pouted, "Well, I'm done for today"
he looks back at me and I'm hit with a wave of electricity up my spine. That pout is going to be the death of me...

I give in to the pouty fucker by gathering my things.

BAKUGOU'S POV

I'm pretty tired and luckily I was able to convince him to end for the day. I can clearly see his dedication in his thick carved muscles. He's wider than I am and so much stronger. His ripped body is obviously made for immense power.

When he stands back up to gather his things, I stay and admire his powerful arms and look down his wide back. The muscle fiber twitches and contorts with every move he makes, flexing while he moves his items. My sight is drawn down his neck into the divot of his spine, tracing his shoulder blade as he moves is arm back, pulling whatever the fuck I'm not interested in, into his bag. My eyes travel straight down from there to the slight curve of his wonderland that are his obliques.

My attention was immediately brought toward his plump ass as he bent down once more. I'm sure it's just as firm as the rest of his powerhouse of a body. He's a silent death machine and I might just die looking for too long, my heart can't possibly take this incredible speed.

KIRISHIMA'S POV

Strolling through our daily path to the coffee shop. Our routine the same as ever. I'm reminded of his absence. Those three days were enough to remain in the back of my mind that it happened. Events from the day blurred but the feeling of longing remained ever fucking present. I felt so weak. So fucking lonely. I've always been alone but he makes me feel the real confidence I've always faked. When his return reassured me the way it did, I knew something was different about our friendship. I haven't really had "friends", right? So how would I know? Maybe intuition. Instinct?

My thoughts drift from these frustrating feelings of helplessness without him while we take a detour over a tall hill we sometimes take. I finally noticed that he barely spoke since we left the gym 10 minutes ago. I was so stuck in my thoughts, I should have noticed. Something is definitely "off" about him. His lack of cute annoying ass jokes or comments tells me something is bouncing around in his head.

The outside air felt so refreshing against my skin. The sun was at the horizon kissing the landscape delicately. The sun radiates oranges and reds of all shades painting their way elegantly across the remains of the azure sky. Whispy clouds swirl into one another in slow motion, they blend and soften the sharp contrast of colors like picture frames. Snap shots of colors like a painting in a museum. Upon further inspection, the clouds have a lavender tint around the edges. My heart steadies and my mind clears.

BAKUGOU'S POV

The sunset is so damn amazing and looking over to the redhead I can see his calm face truly taking in every color offered to us. The red tinted light made the color of his hair pop to life more than usual. My feelings for him increase impossibly more. His silence is something I adore about him. When he does choose to speak, he has a purpose and I can't help but to feel honored that I'm the one he speaks to.

I lost myself in thought until a shaky exhale next to me brought me back to reality. I peak back over to the one thing more appealing than the sunset. His vibrant red eyes had a bit of gold in them that I failed to truly appreciate on a daily basis. His silver lip and eyebrow piercing glitter reflecting the last of the sun's rays.

I turn my body to fully face him, looking slightly downward into the calm redhead, I decided that now is the perfect time.

KIRISHIMA'S POV

Telling the fucker how I feel about him could jeopardize this friendship that he has painstakingly created. I know he's been chipping away at my social barriers and for some reason I let him. There's something alluring about him that I can easily make a list of but can't pinpoint properly. There's too much. Maybe it's everything that is alluring.

"Hmmm sunsets are my secret pleasure too....the Red is my favorite part" I almost forgot Blondie was there, being so lost in thought of him, until he interrupted the silence between us

But when I looked over to the slightly taller blonde, he wasn't looking at the sunset. His head tilts slightly to his left; eyes slightly closed, a small smile unlike his shit eating grin and his boisterous toothy smile. This smile is of pure adoration.

My heart is fucking increasing again at an alarming rate and I freeze. I bet he's close enough to hear it smashing against my rib cage. He hesitantly inches closer ever so fucking slowly. Our noses are barely a few inches apart. When looking this closely, I can see the tiniest of freckles streaming across the bridge of his nose in the dimming light. Each one, ever so fucking slightly darker than the rest of his porcelain creamy skin.

His hair is doing that halo thing again and I nearly melt right there. His light hair is colored carefully by the natural light show next to us.

Is he even fucking nervous at all?! Fucker has a poker face to win it all till I see his pink ears. Cute.....Get off my dick....fucking fujoshis....

My sight looms in on his lips, eyeing the perfect cupids bow rising, mouth slightly agape like he had something he needed to say. His eye contact is on point though. Damn it! I can't look away, mostly because it feels like a challenge but partly because of my feeling of longing for something more.

I can't take this pussy footing around each other shit anymore. I need to know what these feelings are. I need to try something...

There isn't much distance between us as I close the gap anyway. Tilting my head to my left like him, my lips barely brushed against his. I didn't want to go all in and possibly hurt him with my shark like teeth or scare him off.

Our bodies were rigid unsure of exactly what was going on. What do I do with my hands?! I should pull away, he doesn't seem to be returning the gesture. It's only been a few seconds but he's likely going to pull away disgusted with me.

I fucked up! I should have just been happy with the way things were! Why did I have to push the boundaries? Why did I have to reach through my barriers towards the shit head breaking them down?

Before I open my eyes and pull away, his hand cupped my face around my jawline holding me in place. His lips move slightly adjusting the way they fit.

His lips are so soft and pucker ever so fuckin slightly.
I pull him in by the waist roughly making him let out a small gasp. I use the opportunity to slowly explore his mouth with my tongue, brushing against his as he does the same to me.
This wasn't as much of a lustful kiss as it was the kind of kiss that said 'finally'.

His hands traced their way to the back of my neck curling his fingers in the hairs at the nape of my neck.

Our mouths felt perfectly fitted to one another. A surge of calm in the storm of my heart was numbing yet exhilarating. Every nerve in my body fired up and shut down. I'm all over the fuckin place here. I could die right now with no regret.

BAKUGOU'S POV

Slowly kissing back he pulls me in by the waist running his tongue along my lips I feel something cold and round. I gasped opening my eyes slightly.
"You have your tongue pierced too?" I ask with a smile on my lips.
"Yea so what?" He says before kissing me again and this time allowing him access to my mouth, and holy fucking shit...its amazing.
The ball on top of his tongue, puts pressure on every surface it encountered...  
flicking seductively, it encourages me to rub my tongue against his occasionally.  

KIRISHIMA'S POV

Breaking the simple show of affection, I gathered myself before slowly opening my eyes to see that sweet grin in the building process, stretching so slowly in a way I've never seen. Mouth still slightly open. His lips have a wet sheen from our saliva. His ruby eyes make their appearance just as slow as his smile.

The last of the sun's red tint darken and fade. We stand speechless without letting go. I don't want this fucking amazing moment to end. Time seemed to have stopped but I want that reality where we stand holding each other like this forever.

I understand the feeling I had now, fuckers. I don't want your, 'I knew it', 'I told you so' or whatever but...

I'm in love.

I'm so fucked.

A/N
So the story just might be taking a bit of a darker turn.....not as dark as my other book 'tap tap' but yaaaa 🧡 don't forget to vote if you like it ^-^