True or dare

Chapter 2

The room was still and quiet save for the sound of a fan gently humming. Kirishima felt heavy against his bed, aware only of his own comfort. It was a blissful moment interrupted by his bedroom door bursting open.

Kirishima sat up only to be shoved back down.

"The hell shitty hair?" His voice was rough, irritated. Kirishima wasn't sure why he would be angry. He tried to think of a reason and not linger on how nice he looked on top of him.

"You've been avoiding me all day."

"I don't-" He shifted, his knee resting between his thighs, and Kirishima groaned at the friction.

"And I know why." He could practically feel his blood rushing as Bakugou leaned down close to his ear. The fabric of his shirt teased his bare skin. "You want more..." His breathe was hot against his ear and he couldn't stand it.

Before he could pull him close, Bakugou dipped low and kissed his way down his chest. His lips left a blazing trail and Kirishima was certain he wouldn't last another minute. He licked his dry lips as he made it to his pants. They were jerked off with a grunt and Kirishima gripped the sheets in a desperate attempt to stay grounded. He ached so badly for his touch.

Rather than tease him, he took him in fully-one hot, smooth motion. His tongue drug along the underside as he pulled back before plunging back down. He was losing the fight to remain on planet earth. His skin was practically vibrating. No, it actually was vibrating. He tried to ignore it but it was persistent. His brain started trying to figure out what was going on, growing more frantic until-

Kirishima opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling. A deep breathe and he lunged his phone, alarm still going off, across the room.

He made it to class, even if a bit disheartened by the fact Bakugou didn't wait for him. He noted that he kept his eyes firmly fixed on his desk as he made it to his own. Kaminari twisted around to face him. "Tell me we didn't have homework."

"We always have homework man." Kirishima pulled his book from his bag as Kaminari groaned.

"I thought maybe we got lucky. Can I copy yours?"

"Sure, just hurry up." He slid the paper to him, his eyes soon returning to the blond across the room.

He was still glaring at his desk of course, so Kirishima looked to the boy behind him. He waved and the green haired boy perked up. Kirishima then pointed at Bakugou. Midoriya looked in front of him, back to Kirishima, and adamantly shook his head. Kirishima held his hands together pleadingly.

Relenting, he swallowed and tentatively tapped his shoulder. Bakugou gave no reaction. He tried again, with a bit more force. He was about to try a third time when Bakugou suddenly whipped around in his seat. "The hell do you want!?"

His hands up in immediate surrender, "N-nothing! I was just-."

Kirishima actually felt bad, he waved to see if he could get his attention on him instead. Bakugou caught the movement and turned towards him. Kirishima offered a sheepish smile, but he at least relaxed. He wasn't sure what to do after though so he just waved. Bakugou rolled his eyes and sat back down in his seat. Kirishima was halfway through deflating when he offered a half wave back. The smile that broke out was immediate.