MHA oneshots

💜🖤(Kiribaku) T4T

(I love kiribaku so much, sorry if it's not your cup of tea. Anyways, in this both Kirishima and Bakugou are trans because I'm trans and I say so.)

{Kiribabe's POV}

Bakugou and I are doing homework together in his room. He's been looking physically uncomfortable, and I saw him wince a few times. I decide to ask him about it, because this isn't normal. "Hey, Bakubro. Are you okay? You've been acting off."

"I'm fine shitty hair. Just a little sore from training."

I'm still unsure, but I don't want to pry. "Okay, Bakugou... Just know that if you need anything, I'm here for you. I'll support you no matter what." A small blush spreads across his face, and I can't help smiling. It's little things like this that give me hope that he likes me back, even though I'm never going to tell him my feelings. I don't want to jeopardize our friendship.

"Thank you, Kiri." He smiled. ACTUALLY SMILED. An actual, genuine, happy smile! He then winced in pain and covered his chest. "Shit." (Remember, don't bind for any more than 10 hours, and even that's stretching it. Don't sleep in it, and don't be an idiot like Bakugou and exercise in it.)

"Bakugou, you're definitely not fine. If you were fine, you wouldn't be in pain. I can't promise that I can help, but I can promise that I'll be 100% supportive. Just please tell me what's wrong so I can try to help." I pleaded.

I can see his face go through so many emotions: confusion, sadness, frustration, and happiness? He settled on mildly annoyed, and semi-soft. "Fine, shitty hair. But If you tell anyone you're dead." I nod my head in acknowledgement. "I'm trans, ftm. And I wore my binder for too long, and did hero training in it."

I blink twice, soaking the information into my brain. Then I put on my signature smile, beaming at him. "That's definitely something I can help with!" He looks confused, and I clarify. "I'm also trans, so I've come across this exact same problem before."

He looks shocked, which is understandable. "W-what? Why didn't you tell me, shitty hair?! Who else knows? Was I the only one who was in the dark?"

"Woah woah, Bakubro. Calm down. Mina is the only one who knows, and she only knows because we went to middle school together. And I didn't tell anyone else, because I didn't want anyone to see me as less manly, or be transphobic towards me." I make sure to talk quietly and calmly. "What about you?"

"Only shitty deku knows, we've known eachother since we were infants. And I didn't tell anyone else because I didn't want anyone to think I was weak for, you know, whatever assholes want to use as an excuse."

I gently hold his hand. "Now, you need to take your binder off. I'll give you a few options. 1) You take off your binder and we continue our study session as normal. 2) If you're too dysphoric, we can end this study session early, and continue tomorrow. Or 3) You can use my trans tape, so you can continue to bind without pain or breathing issues."

He looked just about ready to cry. "Thank you Kiri. No one's ever shown me this affection before. And the trans tape sounds good." He pauses, thinking something through in his mind. "Could you help me put the trans tape on? If you're not comfortable with that, it's fine, I just don't want to do it wrong."

I nod. "Sounds good. Do you want to go to my room?" He nods his head. We walk to my dorm in silence, and I manage to hold his hand without him blowing it up.

We enter the room, and I start digging around, getting my trans tape and scissors. He takes off his shirt, revealing his tan binder. I cut off two pieces of trans tape and round the corners. "You're not allergic to anything, right?" He mutters a small 'no', and takes his binder off. "Ready?"

He nods his head, and I can tell just how uncomfortable he is right now. I mean, it's understandable. I work quickly yet carefully, stretching the tape and pulling the tissue to the side of his chest. This is certainly the most intimate I've ever been with anyone, we're so close that I can feel his breath on my neck.

Him littering my neck with hickeys, his breath tickling my skin.

I quickly finished both sides of his chest, getting those dirty thoughts out of my head. "All done!" I put on my signature smile and led him to the bathroom and pointed to his mirror-self. "You look so manly!" He puts his hands in his palms and I can hear sniffling. I panic a little. "Bakugou, are you alright? Is something wrong? Did I do something wrong? Did I-"

He cuts me off with a big hug. "Thank you so fucking much, Eijirou." I blush a little at my given name coming out of his mouth, but I hug him back nonetheless. I run my fingers through his surprisingly soft hair, and we just stand there for a while. He eventually pulls away and speaks. "Do you, um... want to watch something together?"

"Sure, how about a romance anime? I know you love those." He nods in acknowledgment. "'Yuri! On Ice?'" I suggest.(It's gay, watch it. It's on crunchyroll and funimation.) His face practically lights up at the suggestion. "'Yuri! On Ice' it is then."

We've watched a few times together before, and he very much enjoys it. I find it adorable that despite his cold exterior, he loves romance anime and manga. We sit down on my bed and start binging the show that has brought us so much joy.

I look over to him, and study him. He has a look of deep thinking on his face, I wonder what he's thinking about. I turn back to the laptop and focus on the beautiful ice skating.

We're nearing the end of the seventh episode, and I can feel my excitement rising. The big kiss is about to happen! "Uh, Kiri... I'm going to do something, and if you want me to stop, just like, punch me or something."

I see in my peripheral vision the two main characters kissing, and before I can react, I feel his lips on mine. Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that.

I quickly start kissing back, and I hold the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. He lickes my bottom lip and I grant him access. He explores my mouth with his tongue, and all I can feel is pure bliss. The person that I've had a crush on for several months, is making out with me right now.

I love this boy so much.

He slips his hand under my shirt and lightly traces my abs, and I gasp slightly. He moves his lips to my jaw, and slowly moves down my neck, finding my sweet spot on my collarbone. "Bakugou~" It comes out as a moan.

"Katsuki." His warm breath tickles my skin. "I just had my tongue in your mouth, I think we're way past formalities."

"I love you, Katsuki. And, you can call me Eijirou."

"I love you too."

(Yes, I'm not dead. Also, this is my first time writing anything remotely ✨spicy✨, so sorry if it sucks.And if it seems like I'm only writing kiribaku, it's just that kiribaku is my favorite ship, and I love writing it.)