Kiribaku oneshots

😡Argument Cuddles🤗

Description- it explains
Genre- angst and fluff

Bakugou's POV-

Now me and Ei had gotten into an argument about an hour ago. We were in separate rooms to relax. He took the bedroom, sad and mad from losing, and I took the living room. After a bit, I began to rethink of our stupid argument and feel bad at yelling at Eiji. It's not like we broke up or anything, it was just an argument.

A dumb, stupid argument, that wouldn't have happened if I just kept quiet. Eijiro just wanted to invite my family to dinner, but I had to be a little prick and told him that he shouldn't. I got up from the couch, turned off the TV of whatever show was on at that time, and walked upstairs and into the bedroom.

"Eiji? Baby?" I stood at the door frame, I didn't know if Ei was still mad or not. "I'm sorry, I was being a dick and...I shouldn't have yelled at you like that, I'm sorry," I waited for a response but I wasn't getting one. I knew he was in the bed, I can see his shitty hair, but he just wasn't responding. I sighed and walked into the room, closing the door behind me, and climbing on my side of the bed. I placed a hand on his arm and gently rubbed it. I could tell from seeing his face that he had been crying, and still is, which made me feel even worse. I laid down and pulled him into the little spoon spot he always rightfully owned.

"Baby? Please forgive me, we can invite them over, okay?" I whispered to his back. He let out a sniffle but still didn't respond. I sat up and kissed his cheek.

"You yelled at me," he told me sadly.

"I know," I whispered. I laid down again, and I hid my face in the crook of his neck. Returning to big spoon.

"You were so mean talking about your family," Mean is kind of a lose term in my family. In our family it's a love hate relationship. We could literally say that they hated each other but still know that we loved each other. But Ei's not used to that kind of concept. I'm a little glad he isn't.

"I know," I mumbled. I rubbed his arm to comfort him as he sniffled again. "I'm sorry, baby." I kissed his neck. He turned over and hid his face in my chest, rubbing his tears in my shirt. "Do you forgive me?" I asked. He nodded.

"I'm tired though," I smiled and ruffled his hair.

"Okay love, get some rest," I kissed his forehead and he closed his eyes.