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
Kirishima watches the dots appear and then disappear. He sighed and got up, his cheeks feeling less warm. The redhead pauses, though, when his phone pings one more time.
come over
12:09 am.
Kirishima had never exited his room so fast in his life. Maybe it was the fact that he knew he liked the blonde romantically now, but the invite to his dorm seemed much more enticing than usual. The redhead gently shut his door before quietly knocking on the blonde's. It swings open, and a warm hand grabs his wrist, yanking him into the room.
Kirishima chuckles as Bakugou closes the door and walks to his bed. "What's up, man?"
The blonde raises an eyebrow. At least, he thinks he does. It's pretty damn dark in the room. "What? I need a fucking reason to have you here now?"
Kirishima shakes his head and scratches the back of his neck. "No. No, you know you don't."
Katsuki hums and sits next to him on his bed. He scoots all the way so his back is against the wall. Kirishima follows his movements, their thighs pressed against one another, making his heart beat faster.
"So, how come you can't fall asleep?" He asks quietly, eyes focused in front of him.
"Dunno, just can't. You?" The blonde asks back gruffly, his crimson eyes laser-focused on the redhead beside him.
Kirishima can feel the heat of his stare, which warms his cheeks. He mumbles something similar back before slowly turning to face the other. They're much closer than he expected, but he doesn't dare move back.
"You're blushing, Kirishima." The blonde points out bluntly, but he doesn't miss how his eyes flicker down to his lips for a moment.
"Is that a problem?" Kirishima asks softly.
Bakugou raises an eyebrow, and a reflective look overtakes his expression. "You know."
Kirishima gives a quizzical look before a blush spreads from ear to ear. "You knew already?!"
The redhead does back up this time, horror flashing through his eyes. Did the blonde know of his feelings this whole time? How long? Why didn't the bastard say anything about it?
Bakugou clicked his tongue, wrenching him out of his thoughts, and grabbed his wrist. "Where the fuck do ya think you're going?"
"Answer my question, Bakugou. Did- Did you know?" He asked back incredulously.
Red eyes narrow at him, flicking across his face. Bakugou yanks him closer and gruffly asks, "So what if I did? Not like you were fucking good at hiding it."
Kirishima raises an eyebrow and huffs but lets the blonde pull him closer. "Well, still, you should've said something!"
"You telling me that if I confronted you about liking me earlier, you would've known what the fuck I was talking about?" He asked with his own raised eyebrow. The redhead pauses and gazes into his eyes. He had only just found out he was crushing on his best friend. If the blonde had confronted him about the feelings the redhead didn't know about himself, he would've denied it. Maybe even freaked out. "Exactly, Kirishima."
His hold on Kirishima eases, and the redhead sighs. "Okay, I get it, man." He huffs and goes back to sitting next to him. Then his eyebrows furrow. "Wait, so, what about you?"
"What about me?"
The sharp-toothed male turns to him again, facing inches apart from the blonde. He does his best to ignore it, but the tips of his ears burn. "Well, you know that I like you. You're okay with that? Why still hang around a guy you know likes you?"
Bakugou leans in slightly, noses brushing against one another. "Probably because I like him too."
Oh. Oh shit.
"Oh."
His mouth feels dry, and his heart skips a beat when the blonde gives him a cocky grin. "Yeah, oh."
Kirishima swallows, and his head tips down. "So, um, what now?"
Bakugou snorts, and his hand slowly creeps up the redhead's thigh, sending shivers up his spine. "Well, now, I'm hoping you'll be mine, dumbass."
A chuckle escapes the younger one, and he looks away. His mind was spinning, and their proximity made him drink off the other's scent that was overtaking his senses. Kirishima doesn't trust his words and instead nods.
Bakugou hums, raising his hand to rub his thumb over the redhead's bottom lip. "Did I ever mention how cute I find you?"
Gosh, did they somehow get closer? Their noses brushed against each other, and he shivered. Kirishima shook his head slowly and swallowed hard.
"Katsuki..." The redhead whispered, tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip involuntarily.
He hears the blonde curse under his breath, and his hand suddenly grips the redhead's chin. "Say that again."
Both pairs of eyes drop to each other's lips, and Kirishima breathlessly exhales, "Katsuki."
Katsuki inhales sharply and threads his fingers through Kirishima's hair, crashing their lips together in a searing kiss. The younger of the two gasps, and the blonde uses this as an opportunity to weave their tongues together. Bakugou's hand slips down his chest and grabs at the other's thick waist, pulling him closer. Kirishima lets out a soft moan, and the blonde growls lowly at the sound, pulling away.
Bakugou murmurs against his lips, "fucking hell, Kirishima. Why'd you have to take so damn long?"
The redhead pants against his mouth and chuckles softly. He hits the blonde's chest softly, "Eijirou, dummy."
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