oh shit

                                    

                                          
fluff
kirishima being slow
sexual themes implied?
kissing




It started slow and subtle. Kirishima had been feeling odd recently, mainly around Bakugou or when he's thinking about him (which has been happening more frequently). It's nothing major, of course. The redhead finds himself thinking that his best friend is sort of, kind of, extremely hot. Attractive? Cute? Handsome?
Practically daddy material, sex on legs, that kind of thing.
Especially with the way he stares down at the redhead and fucking smirks because the heavens decided for the blonde to be taller. When Kirishima says, "I beg your pardon," to be different yet also a little shit at the same time, he replies with, "Then beg." Or that time, he leans over Kirishima's shoulder as he stirs the pot in the kitchen, making sure he's doing it right, and says sarcastically with a cocky grin, "Good boy."
It doesn't mean anything, though. Kirishima just thinks his best friend is fucking hot, you know? Who doesn't think about their best friend like that?
So what if he likes leaning into Katsuki's space because he's warm? So what if he maybe, totally purposefully, favorites him? And who knows, perhaps the redhead makes sure his other friends don't need him before hanging out with Bakugou. Only because he knows the blonde warms up to him after an hour and notices nobody will bother them, he wraps an arm around the redhead and pulls him closer. Kirishima might also turn his phone off for that. Who knows.
Moving on, Kirishima finally finds out why. It hits him like a bag of bricks.
Something to know about the redhead is that he tends to stay up at night only when he's unhealthily bored and doesn't feel like sleeping.
It was one of those nights. He was at his desk on his computer, playing a game, until he second-guessed himself and died. Kirishima slumped back against the chair with a pout. Immediately, for no reason, Bakugou popped into his mind, and his mind wandered toward the subject. Then his phone pinged, and the redhead picked it up, seeing the blonde's name appear.
Kirishima couldn't help but giggle and smile all giddy-like. His heart warmed, and his cheeks flushed a bright pink. For some reason, he was happy Bakugou thought about texting him in the middle of the night. It didn't help when he just happened to be thinking about him simultaneously.
Sort of like soulmates.
At that thought, his cheeks flushed more, and, this time, his heart skipped a beat, making him realize.
Oh. Oh, shit.
Kirishima definitely wouldn't mind being Katsuki's soulmate. But oh, my God, his best friend? Being gay is no problem, but falling for his best friend? Could he be any more stereotypical? How could he have not noticed he had been falling for the blonde the past few moments?
Then again, how could Kirishima not? The smirks, the gentle touches on his hips, the special treatment the blonde only gave to him. They matched each other's passion in and outside of training. The early morning jogs that would have them wrestling in the middle of the empty parks and the late night conversations they would have that had Kirishima listening intently but also struggling to stay awake from being so comfortable around Bakugou.
Speaking of late-night conversations, Kirishima picked up his phone and clicked on Katsuki's message.
I can't sleep.
I know you can't either. I can hear you playing your stupid video games
11:58 pm

Kirishima grins stupidly. Oops.
sorry man!
you still awake tho?
12:06 am
yes dumbfuck.
12:06 am
I'll stop playing so you can get some sleep
sorry again bro
12:07 am