KiriBaku | Just Another Camp

Chapter 9

Kirishima

I roughly cupped his tear-stained face, leaned forwards, and pressed my lips to his in a quick kiss. When I pulled away, my face was burning like fire.

Bakugo just stared at me with wide eyes, like he couldn't believe what had just happened.

"Well, I just f***** up everything," I stated, scratching the back of my neck.

Suddenly, he grabbed the front of my shirt, and I flinched a little, expecting a punch. Instead, I was pulled forwards, and a warm pair of lips met my own.

The kiss only last about 2 seconds, but it felt like a lifetime. When he pulled back, he stared at the bed, red tinting his pale cheeks. 

At least he didn't seem sad?

"Don't f****** tell anyone," he said under his breath. 

"I-I won't!" I promised. "I-I'm just surprised you feel the same..."

"Well, I guess there's a reason I was soft towards you," he grumbled. "But seriously? You don't f****** kiss someone when their crying."

"S-sorry," I said. "Are you still sad? Do you need another hug?"

"Forget the f****** hugs," he said, smirking in the slightest. 

I took that as a sign that he wasn't that sad anymore.

Our lips found each other again, and I cupped the back of my hand around his neck, tugging him closer. My heart was pounding; I had never kissed anyone except for my mom, and that was only on the cheek or the forehead.

His hot breath through his nose made my skin tingle and his lips were moist from his earlier tears, making them easily slide across mine. His hands grazed my sides and my mind flashed back to the dream I had. 

I slowly pulled back, my face burning. He closed his eyes and turned his head away from me.

"U-um, are you feeling better?" I asked.

He simply shrugged, opened his eyes, and stared at the bed. He clutched his hands in his lap, tightly enough to make his knuckles white.

"What are these-?" I started, beginning to gesture towards his upper thighs.

"It's nothing," he said, standing up. 

"Baku-"

He ignored me, plainly walking over and grabbing his phone so he could check the time. His moment of weakness was over.

"It's 11 0'clock," he grumbled. "Way past my bedtime. Go to sleep, Kirishima."

"But, Bakugo-" I started, standing up.

"F****** sit your a** down and go to sleep," he ordered, glowering at me.

I flinched a little under his gaze and sat back down, giving him a sad look. He brushed my look aside and laid down on his bed, rolling over so his back was facing me. Probably so he didn't have to look at me.

I drifted in and out of sleep, only being kept awake because of my concern for the ash-blond boy across the room.

Bakugo

"What are these-?"

It's not like you need to know.

"But, Bakugo-"

But, what? I want some sleep, I'm too tired to be depressed right now.

I laid down and squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to fit in a few hours of sleep before tomorrow's training exercises.