KiriBaku | Echoes of Music

⚠️Chapter 12 | Panic⚠️

Bakugo's POV

Rewind for just a second.

You're telling me that this beautiful, red-headed angel of a man, genuinely likes me? As a crush? And now we're boyfriends? And I can touch him and kiss him whenever I want to?

That thought is still hard to process. Here I was, sitting in my dorm room for about 4 freaking months, thinking the entire time that he was out of my league, and that he would never like me?

...

Things change, I guess.

I gently touched the place Kirishima had kissed me, a small blush visibly resting on my face. That was the first time I had let Kirishima hug me, minus the time we both had nightmares. The first time when we were at that park... it didn't go to well.

I was watching Kaminari and Sero rolling down a hill, smiling because they were laughing and making stupid jokes. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt this happy, or the last time I had smiled this big. It felt nice just to let loose.

But then, two arms wrapped around me, and I got sucked into a flashback from when my mom was beating me one night when she was drunk.

I got terrified, so out of instinct, I just blasted him away. I wasn't angry; anger was usually a way that I covered up my fear. But everyone seemed scared of me after that, because everything was dead silent when we all walked home.

I was less paranoid now, but I still disliked physical contact. It would always remind me of my mom, and I would typically freak out when someone would touch me.

"OW!" Kirishima yelped, jolting me out of my thoughts.

"What happened?" I asked, walking over to him.

"I just burned myself, it's fine," he said, smiling a little.

I could see the small tears in his eyes he was trying to hide, though.

"Well, go take care of your stupid burn, moron, don't just stand there like an idiot," I said, pushing him out of the way and grabbing the spatula to flip his crepe over.

He went over to the sink and ran it under some cold water, grimacing as it connected with his burn.

I flipped his crepe over, decided it was done, and took it off the burner. I unplugged the machine and said, "Why didn't you harden yourself?"

"I dunno, I didn't think I was close enough to get burned," he said. 

"Bandaids are in the second cupboard on the left," I told him, shaking up the whipped cream. "You want whipped cream, right?"

"Yes, please," he said, getting out the bandaids and wrapping one around his finger. "Why do you have so many bandaids?"

I shrugged, piling whipped cream onto his crepe. "No reason."

It's because I get beat by my mom when she gets drunk and I bought a bunch of them so I could be prepared.

I gave him the crepe and sat down in a chair, lifting my arms up, stretching, and yawning.

"Why do you have so many muscles," he complained, sitting down across from me. "It's not fair."

"I train more," I said flatly, putting my arms on the table and resting my head on them. "Gosh, I'm freaking exhausted..."

"Aw, I'm sorry," he said, patting my head. "You can take a 'Kat nap' later."

I raised my head and glared at him. "Stop it with the stupid puns."