— Chapter 6: —

Kirishima flitted around his room getting things ready for the sleepover. His mind running a mile a minute as he realizes the ash blonde boy is next door. He breathes deeply as he smooths out the sleeping bag on the floor next to his bed. He then goes to make sure his mini fridge is stocked, and he has enough snacks and drinks for the both of them. Setting up his tv, he switched the channel input so that they can play video games. When all of that was done he sat and he waited for Bakugou to arrive. Cleaning up bits and pieces of the room as he saw fit.

Scrolling through his phone, the red headed boy tried to distract himself from thinking about the hot headed blonde too much. Yet, his mind would drift and wander no matter the app he was on or the game he was playing. Kirishima was a manly man, a jokester, and just a downright good silly and happy boy, but he knew he wasn't always like that. So he wondered could he actually help Bakugou? Was this sleepover even a good idea? He hoped it was, he wanted it to be.

Sighing deeply he checks the time, 7:30- he accidentally missed dinner. How did he manage that, he never misses dinner. Getting up Kirishima was about to head out the door when it creaks open. Stopping in his tracks he sees an ash blonde in his door frame, two plates full of food. He felt his breath hitch in his throat as he took in the boy- NO, the man that stood before him.

Bakugou stood in the middle of Kirishima's doorframe, his gray sweatpants hanging low on his small hips, and his black t-shirt baggy and too big for his lean but muscular frame. Kirishima stared for what might have been a little too long just taking him in. He felt like his breath had been blown away. Like the wind was knocked out of him. He stared at Bakugou's spiky ash blonde hair. He wanted to know if it was naturally soft and fluffy or if he touched it would he prick his finger in an instant.

He stared back at the bright red eyes before him, they seemed to hold pain, secrets and mysteries he just couldn't decipher. But he wanted to. He let his eyes trail down to the lips of the boy before him, how they were pink and needed a little chap-stick, but they still looked plump and succulent. He wanted to kiss them, but he knew he shouldn't. That would make things weird. He likes his best friend, and as far as he knew, that wasn't socially acceptable so he had to bottle that deep inside. Repress that shit so hard he would need new lungs to breathe.

He let his eyes trail back up to meet a matching pair of red ones, they seem to be staring at him intensely. Is that confusion or irritation that Kirishima saw. He wasn't really sure, but he didn't know if he liked it or not.

He was only jogged back to reality when he heard forced coughing coming from the person standing before him. "You gonna let me in or what?" Bakugou huffed as he shoved his way past an awkward Kirishima, who was now blushing and rubbing the back of his neck. Carefully placing the food down on the floor Bakugou stared directly at Kirishima. His bright red eyes intense and brooding.

"You know, I was shocked to see you not come down for dinner shitty hair." Kirishima stared wide eyed at Bakugou, as he sat down and grabbed the plate Bakugou placed on the floor. "I am honestly curious as to what could have been so important that you skipped supper." His eyes danced around searching Kirishima's for an answer of any kind.

Kirishima laughed as he shoved a forkful of spaghetti into his mouth. His eyes squinted and he roared and hollered. Bakugou blushes clearly embarrassed for feeling any kind of concern for the dope in the first place.

"Sorry it's just that I was so busy preparing for the sleepover with you I forgot to go down and eat." He said honestly, pieces of munched spaghetti flying back onto his plate as he spoke. Damn he was a messy eater. Bakugou thought as he stared at the red headed boy before him.

He then took a second to register what the boy before him said. He was so concerned about him that he forgot to eat. Bakugou felt the blush rise up against his cheeks. He wasn't prepared to hear that. At least not right now at least. "WHAT THE HELL SHITTY HAIR, YOU CANT JUST GO AROUND SAYING SHIT LIKE THAT." He screamed, his face red with embarrassment, as he shoved a fistful of spaghetti into his mouth.

The two boys then sat on the floor faces flushed with embarrassment and flattery as they continued to shove buckets of spaghetti into their mouths. They just couldn't believe the other one is so thoughtful of one another.

When done with their food, they placed their plates on Kirishima's desk, and started playing different games Kirishima had around his room. All from different card games like rummy, go fish, and old maid. To video games like Mario cart, super smash bros, (Bakugou even convinced Kirishima to study a bit while they still had time.) and grand theft auto.

When all was said and done the boys were tired (and it was way past Bakuboi's bed time), they decided it would be a good time to hit the hay.

Kirishima swiftly jumped under his covers and watched as Bakugou hesitantly got comfortable in the sleeping bag. Pulling the covers closer to him Kirishima kept a close eye on the ash blonde boy before him. He stared until all he could see were the shallow drawn breaths, and slow rise and fall of Bakugou's chest. He watched until he could hear the soft snores escape the boy's lips.
He then slowly fell asleep himself, knowing that anytime soon he could awaken to loud explosions and a ton of cursing.

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The blue haired, purple eyed, goopy man in a black hoody stared back at him. His long, dark semi-transparent slimy tendrils reaching out to grab him by the throat. Clasping around his neck, he struggled to breathe. Bakugou grabbed at his neck trying to pull the man off, but to no avail, he was only left with grabbing at the sticky mush.

He glared intensely at the man before him, trying his best to pierce through him. The man boomed a dark and horrid laugh. One that shivered Bakugou to his very bones. He could feel it through his every nerve, through every single one of his ligaments and tendons. Bakugou felt this laugh shake his very core. His glare left for one of fear.

The man let go of Bakugou. And as soon and quickly as he was released from the goop mans shadow, he was then chained to a chair. Unable to move. His eyelids being forced open by two metal hooks. The man then slid back into a dark corner. His translucent and dark appearance changing into one of a man with dark brown skin. His purple eyes, the pupils were now snake slits, and his blue hair now in a man bun, the two sides of his head shaved.

"Who are you?" Bakugou spat as he was forced to look at the person before him, as they now dawned a black suit and bow tie, black gloves and fancy dress shoes to tie off the look. The man just chuckled.

"More like what am I?"

"What are you?" Bakugou corrected as the metal was removed from his eyes and he was finally allowed to blink. He shut his eyes real tight praying, secretly hoping that this would just go away.

"This won't go away young Bakugou, and for your information, I'm someone who has been around for along time. I'm what you would call a dreamer." He paused to smile, his eyes roaming around the darkness before finally he shakes his head. "No that won't do, not at all, not at all."

Bakugou stared blank faced. What the fuck is going on? "What do you want from me?" He asked his voices huffed out as he tried to set off tiny explosions with his hands.

"Ah ah ah, that won't do Katsuki, you can't set off explosions. As they will go off in the real world." He pauses to give a malicious smile. "You wouldn't want to hurt poor Eijiro now would you?" Bakugou glares but stops his sparking fingers. He lowers himself down in the seat. His head hunched into his shoulders.

"DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING TOUCH HIM!" Bakugou wrestled with the chains holding him in the chair. "IF YOU TOUCH A SINGLE HAIR ON HIS HEAD I SWEAR TO GOD I'L-"

"You'll what, burn me alive, roast me, explode me into ashes." He chuckles coldly, making Bakugou shiver. "Katsuki darling you forget who has the upper hand here. Literally look at you." He pauses to smirk sweetly. "You're in chains, sweets."

A mirror appears before Katsuki and he is finally able to take in his appearance. He was chained to a torture chamber, his hair was covered in goop, and his eyes were bloodshot from being held open for so long.

The man walked closer, he placed his both his hands on either side of Bakugou's head, gripping the chair. He took in a big whiff of Bakugou's scent and then giggled. "Ahh the sweet scent of caramel." He looked Bakugou in eyes, Bakugou shivered as he looked at just how frozen the bright purple ones staring him down really were. "I always loved the smell of nitroglycerin."

"Your quirk is pretty great isn't Bakugou?" He asked as he raked a finger down the chin and then tugged on Bakugou's ears, pulling out both his hearing aids.

Nipping at Bakugou's ears the man chuckled softly. "I do love a good foreplay. "  A soft moan escapes his lips as he backed away admiring the view.

Bakugou grunted in protest throwing his head back real fast, he then proceeded to rush forward and slam it into the man before him. His fist flaring, sparks fly out of his palms. An explosion erupts.

"I don't think you want to do that." The man shouted backing away from Bakugou, a hand pressed firmly on the spot Katsuki had injured him. 

"I don't  give a flying fuck on what you think!"  

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

Kirishima awoke to the sounds of explosions erupting in his room. He knew his  friend would wake him up like this he just wasn't expecting when. Quickly accessing the situation with sleep deprived eyes, Kirishima did the only thing he knew how to do. Get hard. 

Hardening his skin Kirishima layed atop of his best bros stomach. Placing both of Bakugou's hands into his chest the red head boy let explosion after explosion hit him. Every so often calling out Bakugou's name in hopes he wakes up.

Ten minutes later and with significant bruises on his chest, the ash blonde had awakened. A face groggy. he took a good look at Eijiro. And without saying a word Katsuki's head dropped into Kirishima's lap. His hands tugging on hem of Eijro's semi-burnt shirt. A sob escapes his lips as he recalls his dream. Hugging Kirishima tight, Bakugou screams, his voice muffled by cloth. 

The boys sat like that the rest of the night, and they don't know when exactly it happened but the boys fell asleep wrapped up in each other's arms and no explosions went on for the rest of the night. 

(Word Count: 1980)

Sorry for the short chapter, and for the fact I've been gone so long. My life went into chaos. This chapter isnt that good. I promise I'll do better next time!! - ImagineMagicForever