What If I Jumped? (Kiribaku)

• Chapter Three •

Bakugo's pov

I went back to my dorm room after the hang out session with my classmates. I can't believe I had to kiss shitty hair. It was disgusting for me to even think about, I can't even imagine what it must be like for him, after all, it was his first kiss.

I regretted it almost instantly after my lips touched his. But he was surprisingly not that bad at kissing, even if he's a guy, I won't deny that.

I took out my phone and decided that I was going to go over to shit faces, wanting to clear the situation up. I don't want him getting any ideas.

Me

Oi shitty hair.
You awake? I'm coming over.

Shitnerd🍅

No it's okay! We can just text instead?

I sighed.

Me

No. I'm coming over now.

I walked over to his room and knocked on the door. He almost immediately opened it and let me in. I walked in and sat on his bed, with my back against the wall and my legs crossed.

Kirishima shut the door and sat on the floor opposite me, "So why did you wanna come over, bro?"

"I wanted to clear some things up with you. Because I don't want you getting any wrong ideas about me." I said sternly.

He looked at me and his eyes slightly widened, I carried on speaking.

"First off, I'm not gay. Full stop." I started, kirishima frowned slightly. To any normal person, they probably wouldn't notice, but I did. I decided to ignore it though.

"Second, I only kissed you because I was dared to. Don't think I like you or anything because I sure as fucking hell don't." His lip quivered slightly.

But because I'm and asshole, I decided to carry on, still.

"Third. I know I was your first kiss, so I'm sorry about that-"
I got cut off by him, "Don't be sorry!"

I looked at him weirdly, "What?"

He blushed a bit and put one of his hands on the back of his neck, massaging it. "I mean, you know, don't be sorry. Because it wasn't like any girls were going to kiss me any time soon, so at least I got a kiss at all haha~" he trailed off.

"Shitty hair. I'm a guy."

He blushed and looked down, laughing awkwardly, "Yeah, I know. But like I said, I'm lucky I've been kissed at all. Even if it was by a dude."

"You gay or something? What do you mean 'even if it was by a dude'? You like kissing guys?!" I growled.

Kirishima put his hands up in defense, "No! I'm not gay, that's...that's gross." Once again, his smiley persona faded for a split second.

"...Good. Because if you were, I'll beat the shit out of you, shitty hair." I looked at him seriously, he trembled a bit.

"....I know you would. But I'm not gay, so..."

He looked like he was about to cry. Was it something I said?

"Hey, shit nerd. What's wrong? Why do you look like you're about to fucking cry?"

He looked up and smiled at me. Fake.
"I'm okay! Don't worry, you're just very scary when you're mad or serious~"

"....Okay sure." I said, eyeing him suspiciously.

A couple minutes go by and we are sitting in silence. He looked really sad again. Should I leave? Am I the one who made him sad? But I didn't do anything wrong!

I closed my eyes, leaning my head back on the wall for a bit, when I heard a light sniffling. I was right, he was crying. I didn't know what I did, but I felt bad. So I crawled off his bed and onto the floor next to him. He looked at me in surprise before turning his head back to the ground. I saw his eyes, filled with tears that were threatening to fall, and instantly my heart dropped.

"What's wrong?" I asked as softly as I could manage.

"Nothing." His voice cracked. I moved closer to him. Our knees were touching.

"If..if you want, or need to...then, just for today, you can hug me. But don't make a big thing out of it!" I hesitated when I told him that, but all hesitation went out the window when I saw him smile a bit.

I stood up next to him, which he followed. He kept his head down, but wrapped his arms around my chest, his face in the crook of my neck. I slowly put my arms around his waist and pulled him a bit closer since the position was uncomfortable. I thought I just heard him cry a bit, so I started rubbing his back, in an attempt to comfort him.

Just then, I felt one of his tears dampen my shirt, but I didn't mind, because he was sad. I kept rubbing his back, and he kept crying into my shoulder. But it's okay, because shitty hair always turns out okay. I won't let him not be okay when he's around me, I promise that.

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It was now 11pm. And I'm still here with him, but instead of hugging, we're in his bed, with him wrapped around me like a koala, not letting go.

His head rested on my chest, and his arms wrapped around where my abs were, and his legs around my thighs. I didn't stop him though, I was too tired to. Also I could feel his breathing getting quieter, turning into soft snoring which signaled me that he was falling asleep.

I wanted to go back to my room and sleep, but since he was wrapped around me and I didn't want to move him, I decided to just sleep here again. His bed was really comfy, which surprised me because the mattress I got that was supplied by the school, was shit.

My thoughts soon went silent, and I drifted off to sleep...

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That's all for chapter three! I know it's short, but the next one will be longer :)