bakukiri oneshots

⚠ Don't Judge A Book by its Cover ⚠

//ANGST//

Kirishima was quickly writing down the formula Bakugou was currently saying, scribbling down not so neatly notes to help him with his homework. He asked a few times for the blonde to slow down, or for the blonde to repeat something, but the latter would simply continue, ignoring him blatantly. The redhead just huffed and just tried to write down whatever he could get.

"Jesus Christ, you're so smart." He muttered once the blonde stopped, finishing up on his lecture/lesson.

The aforementioned male rolled his eyes, "I'm not. You're just dumb as fuck."

Kirishima gave him a tiny, quick glare. "I am not!"

He simply got an eye roll in return.

The strawberry boy rolled his eyes back and huffed slightly. "Whatever. The point is you're really smart and thank you for helping me. You're so confident and strong, too. All the rest of us are struggling to even keep up with you, heh."

The hotheaded male glanced at him, hummed, then look back toward his homework sheet, glancing over it with his pencil.

He gave him a soft smile, gazing at him lovingly, "when you're the number one hero, I'm going to be you're number fan! Going to brag how my boyfriend, who'll hopefully be husband by the time, is the number one hero." He giggled childishly, cheeks heating up a bit at the thought.

Bakugou simply scoffed as he muttered, accidentally slipping out, "yeah, if I become the number one hero."

The red-haired male was bewildered, thinking he must've heard his usually cocky boyfriend wrong.

"I'm sorry, what?" He managed to choke out.

The blonde stiffened, realizing what he just said before looking back up from his desk and stared directly back into rose-colored orbs.

"You fucking heard me." He said, so clear this time, Kirishima simply stared back in return, eyes widened.

"Dude, what are you talking about? Why wouldn't you be number o-?" He began to ask in disbelief.

"Because."

"Because what?!" The worrisome, red-haired boy pushed.

"Because I'm an asshole. okay? I am a fucking. asshole. I can't help it! I can't help that I know no affection whatsoever. No fucking idea what the actual hell love even is."

"Bakugou," Kirishima tried, only to irk the blonde even more.

"You know how much I fucking train Kirishima!?" The redhead snapped his mouth shut instantly.

"I work my ass off every morning just to be better than the fucking day before. I get no damn break. I get no relaxation because if I fucking slack, I go down.

"I have to fucking train every fucking morning to be on the damn fucking top or I am nowhere. And it is shitty. It is shitty as hell because now I don't know the basic shit that everybody else seems to know.

"I don't know how to fucking communicate. I don't know this friend shit. This 'love' shit. I don't know how to fucking calm down and just be a fucking teenager."

Tears pooled in the blonde's eyes as he rose from the desk, seemingly getting more irritated with each passing moment, now staring at the ground.

"I can't help it though! Because I never experienced that shit! And I am sorry. I'm sorry I'm an asshole. I'm sorry I can't love or be nice or make fucking friends. I'm sorry that if I don't train my fucking ass off, I'll be no one. That I am not naturally perfect, which you clearly think I am!"

Kirishima's breath hitched at that.

"I am fucking sorry that I don't live up to everybody else's, expectations. Up to your expectations."

Bakugou now had tears flowing down his face, shoulders shaking. It had been such a long time since he cried, it was like he was overflowing with water because of it.

He wiped furiously at them, which only seemed to create more.

The concerned redhead shakily stood up from the bed and made his way towards him to his lover, grabbing the blonde's wrists and pulling them away from his face.

"Don't cry, please don't cry, Kats," he whispered, voice breaking slightly as his bottom lip quivered.

The red-haired male wiped a few of his tears away from his face, making the blonde look at him with tears still looking in his eyes.

"Hah..why are you crying?"

A broken sob came from Kirishima, tears now spilling out of his eyes. "I-I don't know, because you are?!" He sniffled and his eyes searched his confused boyfriend's.

"B-Because it's my fault you're sad- that I assumed you were okay and thought that too and that you c-can't see that you really are perfect-!" He continued in a hurried manner, crying even harder.

The blonde huffed, "Kirish-"

"You're so fucking fantastic Bakugou! You're amazing and I don't think you're perfect, I know you are, you frickin' idiot!" He grabbed onto his shoulders, shaking him back and forth slightly.

Kirishima then pulled him in for a tight hug.

"I'm so sorry. I assumed that you were okay, that you were confident in yourself, that you didn't have insecurities. I should've realized. Everybody has at least some. Just- a few people have it more than others," his voice was low and soft, squeezing the blonde even more.

Bakugou shook slightly, tears falling down his face as he just let him say whatever and hugged him back.

"You're so stupid...crying because someone else is." He muttered softly into his neck, nuzzling further into it afterwards.

"K-Katsuki, please, promise me you won't keep these kind of things in anymore. Please." He mumbled, burying his head into his lover's shoulder.

"I..I can promise to try," he responded lowly.

Kirishima smiled and pulled away, planting a small, sweet kiss on his lips, wiping the slowing tears off his cheeks.

"That's all I'm asking, Katsuki." He said softly.

The blonde hummed, nodding as he feels his breathing return to normal, sniffling every once in a while. He detached himself from his boyfriend and crawls in the redhead's bed, laying down.

"Sleepy?"

A single nod in return.

The shark-toothed male smiles and walks over to him, bending down and placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Okay, sleep, Kat," he whispered lovingly, brushing a few strands of ash-blonde locks from his face.

He stood back and started cleaning his desk before going into his own bed and sat down next to his lover with his phone in his hand.

The blonde turned over and shifted, resting his head in Kirishima's lap, curling into him slightly.

The redhead knew that Bakugou had a tendency to be quiet and more cuddly when he was sad, so he enjoyed it while it lasted, bringing his hand to play with his lover's ash blonde, spikyhair.

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