Starry Night Sky [KiriBaku Fanfic]

Is this a cutscene??

A/N: Before you continue, I'll politely ask you to take a sip of water.

Look up at the ceiling and let your eyes rest closed for a minute.

Reading can be straining on your sight, so make sure to take a proper break.

This story is not going anywhere anytime soon and it is NOT more important than your health.

Take your time and take a deep breath, the story can wait.
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     His hair was still dripping. His shirt was a little too tight, and his shorts did little to control the exposure of his thick, muscular thighs.

It reminded him of the time Katsuki walked in on Kirishima in his boxers.

     He had committed a crime looking away from a body like that.

     "What?" Kirishima asked, cocking his head to the side after he inspected his shirt. Bakugou's eyes trailed back up to his face and he frowned.

     "You'll get dandruff if you go to bed with a wet head," he said, trying to play off the butterflies in his stomach.

     "Wait really?!" Kirishima started furiously rubbing his his head with a towel. "No wonder..."

     "You're just making worse. Come here."

     "Aww, are you gonna dry it fo—oof!" Before Kirishima could finish his teasing sentence, Bakugou had already pulled him down on the mattress. Landing on his hands and a knee, the blond snatched the towel and started to gently dry his hair. Kirishima's breath hitched in surprise. He was indeed drying his hair for him.

     Eijirou turned as red as a tomato, but was enjoying the oddly tender touch of the artist too much to pull away.

     He shuffled his knees under his body so he could sit on his feet. Silence filled the room while Katsuki softly caressed his scalp with a towel and he swore Katsuki could hear his pounding heart from a mile away.

     Eijirou had to stifle a giggle. He didn't know why he felt adrenaline fill his body. His hands were even shaking from the rush of pure bliss he was experiencing. It was a brand new feeling for him, a feeling that seemed to be embedded deep in his gut. He started stealing glances at his face, which was quite difficult without lifting his head.

     Eijirou begun to think he had a chance.

     He felt bold.

     After Katsuki was done, he chucked the cloth across the room and ruffled the red hair on top of his head.

     "It's still damp, but it's okay I guess."

     Katsuki turned to the far spot on the bed and flopped back on his stomach.

     "Night."

     "Bakugou~" Kirishima whined. He didn't want him to fall asleep just yet. Not yet.

     "Leave me alone I'm tryna sleep," he grumbled in reply. Kirishima fussed, and plopped horizontally on the him. "Get off shitty hair, you're heavy!"

     "Give me attention!"

     "Are you five?"

     "Bakugouuuuu~"

     Katsuki rolled over, which made Kirishima slide and he was now laying on his chest on his friends stomach.

     "You're such a child," he mumbled in an annoyed tone. Kirishima tried to pout but couldn't keep a straight face. The rush of bliss hadn't worn off yet.