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💋 good luck kiss 💋

fluff + lime

Present Mic called Kirishima and Sero on the speaker, introducing them onto the stage. Needless to say, Kirishima was nervous.

One, he was fighting one of his best friends. Two, he really wanted a rematch against Bakugou. An official one. He promised Bakugou a match during the sports festival and he really wanted to fulfill that promise. 

The redhead stands up from his seat, stretching out and calming himself down. If he chickens out now, how can he even call himself a man? The redhead smiles brightly and is about to start making his way out of the entrance tunnel when a firm hand grabs his elbow, pulling him back.

He whips around with a curious look but softens when he sees a familiar ash-blonde. "Katsuki? What're you doing here?"

The taller of the two huffs. He lets the redhead's elbow slip out of his grip, letting his hand fall to his side lazily. "Can I not see my damn boyfriend before he goes fucking fighting some extra?"

Kirishima is quick to shake his head no, reassuring that's not the case at all as he rubs the back of his neck, replying, "That's not it at all. I guess I just thought you'd be preparing for your match against Tokoyami, haha." 

The other shrugs and grabs the shark-toothed boy's waist, pulling him in. He smirks as he sees the other's now flushed cheeks. 

"I'll get to that, but first..." 

The blonde brings his other hand to the back of Kirishima's head, threading his finger through the latter's red locks. He brings him closer and smashes their lips together. Bakugou gives him a passionate and semi-heated kiss as the shorter one stands there, not knowing what to do. The ash-blonde male slowly releases his lips, along with his head and waist, with a cocky smirk. 

" A little good luck kiss, red, for your battle." 

The ruby-eyed male nodded his head, flustered, but proceeded to turn around with a smile until he was stopped once more with hands on his hips. 

He swallowed thickly as he whispered, "Kat?"

Bakugou leans into the flustered male's ear and seductively purrs out, "If you win this and meet me in the next round, you'll get a reward after the festival." 

And with that, he bites Kirishima's earlobe, making the smaller male whimper at the sensation, before letting him go once more. Kirishima whipped his head around expecting to be met with a cocky ash-blonde but instead met with nobody there. 

The redhead gulps and turns back around, now jogging to the stage where he would face Sero with a newfound goal and attitude. He grinned brightly as he got into a fighting stance, thinking there was no way he could lose now. Not if he wants that prize from Katsuki, which he most definitely does.

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