MHA Oneshots

BakuKiri Fluff

Mina had finally done it. She dragged the whole bakusquad out to eat at a local cafè. It was going without incident until some (kind of cute) blond popped up and started talking to Kirishima. Bakugo was not a fan. This blond asshole pulled up a chair right between Bakugo and the redhead and just started chatting like he'd been there all day. It was a well known fact that even though Bakugo and Kirishima weren't official, there was definitely something there. They were both off limits. Not that this pretentious asshole knew that. Kirishima barely gave him the time of day, paying more attention to his friends.

"Hey is he taken?" The jerk leans over and asks Bakugo. Mina goes quiet and tugs on Denki's sleeve so he'll watch their reaction with her. "Technically no." Bakugo says tensely and the guy smirks, wrapping an arm around Kirishima's waist. "Hey man, I wouldn't do that if I were you." Kirishima says, knowing full well what's coming. "Alright, motherfucker." Bakugo says, oddly calm as he stands up and flips the guy's chair to the ground, getting a yelp as his head slams against the floor. No one in the cafè turns to look, they're used to it.

"You can look if he allows it but. You. Don't. Touch. Understand?" Bakugo asks and grabs the collar of the guy's shirt, hauling him to his feet. "You said he was single!" The guy sputters and Bakugo rolls his eyes. "Doesn't mean you can touch. How do you like nitroglycerin?" Bakugo says, holding up his other hand and making it crackle with explosions brimming just beneath the surface. "Bakugo, c'mon man. Please drop him." Kirishima says and Bakugo frowns but drops him. "Thanks." Kirishima says and sighs. The guy goes in for a hug with Kirishima saying, "I knew you liked me!"

Kirishima punches him square in the jaw, making him stumble back. Kirishima goes to Bakugo's side and let's the blond wrap a protective arm around his waist. "Your understanding of consent is absolute shit." Mina spits and they get up to leave. The guy actually leaves this time and Kirishima and Bakugo go straight to Bakugo's room. "That's some fucking bullshit. I should've beat his ass!" Bakugo says frustratedly and Kirishima groans. "Sit down." He says and pushes Bakugo to sit on the bed. "The hell are y-" Bakugo stops talking when Kirishima sits beside him and cuddles into his side.

Bakugo hesitantly wraps his arm around Kirishima and keeps him close. "Thanks for the help today, and thanks for listening to me and not taking it too far." Kirishima says gently and Bakugo relaxes. "Also, it's okay to tell people like that I'm taken..." Kirishima says slowly and Bakugo just blinks. "What?" He asks dumbly and Kirishima gulps. "O-or not, I didn't mean to rush anything, if that's not okay then you don't ha- I mean you do what you want I'm not tellin-" Bakugo kisses him. Heavily. Kirishima kisses back with barely any hesitation. Bakugo pulls away after a few moments but stays close and leaning their foreheads together.

"Stop rambling. I knew there was something there but I didn't know you were okay with it being more, it just surprised me, yeah?" Bakugo says and Kirishima smiles, running a hand through Bakugo's hair. Bakugo leans into it with a relaxed sigh. "There you go... you get so worked up over people touching me. Even accidentally like with Uraraka the other day." Kirishima says and Bakugo frowns. "She shouldn't have grabbed your ass." Bakugo snaps and Kirishima pushes his chest, making him lay down.

Kirishima lays on his chest and keeps playing with his hair. "She didn't grab my ass and you know it. She reached past me to grab her pencil from the counter and accidentally touched me." Kirishima says and Bakugo huffs, wrapping his arms around Kirishima tightly. Kirishima nuzzles into Bakugo's neck. "So what do we do when we get jealous?" Kirishima asks and Bakugo rolls his eyes.

"Communicate and ask for what I need." Bakugo huffs and Kirishima smiles. "Good." Kirishima says and Bakugo smiles. God damn it, this stupid redhead idiot was getting his head and making him all mushy and warm and soft. But how could he not, with the excited grins and now softly sleeping on his chest. "I love you, Kirishima Eijiro." He whispers.