Kiribaku oneshots

👈Back to school🏫

Genre- fluff
Length- adverage

Third POV-

It was around that time again. Summer is almost over, back to school ads are everywhere, and you have to get back to a normal sleep schedule; at least for some people. Bakugou hated this time of year. Back to the classroom full of extra's. Well, not entirely. He wasn't sure when this happened, but he started feeling a warm crushing feeling towards one particular redhead. The only redhead besides from half n' half. Kirishima. They spent some parts of their summer, hanging out. Doing, as Kirishima would put it, what bro's do.

But on that one sleep over when Kirishima started cuddling up against Bakugou on the couch when the redhead was asleep. He swore he imploded due to just how much comfort and warm it was. Bakugou couldn't resist cuddling back and having them wake up the next morning tangled up in each other, he kind of wished they got stuck like that. Tangled up and stuck together like necklaces.

But now, it was getting chiller, the leaves will soon be falling, and school will be starting. Seeing his best friend in the school's uniform or his hero costume instead of in his workout tank top or being shirtless for no god given reason.

Perhaps Bakugou would be able to tell the redhead these feelings. The fact he has a crush on him. But the thought of losing his friend or being rejected gave him regret upon the idea. But he kept hope that Kirishima wouldn't abandon him. Since he's always been there. When Bakugou was yelling at some extra, Kirishima was there to stop him. Or when Bakugou got kidnapped, Kirishima arrived all the way there just to grab his hand and save him. Or with the aftermath of being saved, when Bakugou would remember those dark moments, Kirishima was there. Hugging him as he cried. Surely, Kirishima would be there, around his corner, for something like this.

No matter. It was now or never, and Bakugou isn't a coward, nor does he date cowards. Having his confession written out onto paper that was stuffed in an envelope enclosed by a heart sticker, he was ready.

Walking up to the redhead at the dormitories, Kirishima quickly noticed him and showed him a bright smile and a wave. They decided to allow the students in early to help them back into their dorms. Bakugou scoffed and tried to play it off as annoyance, but everyone knew it was a different kind of scoff from the usual annoyed one.

"Nice to see ya again man!" Kirishima cheered, a big bright smile still being plastered on his face. Bakugou rolled his eyes, trying again to play it off as annoyance. It didn't work.

"I have something for you," Bakugou grumbled, bringing up the envelope from his pocket. "And don't read it until your in your dorm room Shitty Hair," the blond glanced away from Kirishima as the redhead took the envelope.

"Okay!" Kirishima uncaringly stuffed Bakugou's confession into his own pocket. "Can I get a hint on what's on it?" Kirishima asked.

"No, it's better you find out then have an idea," Bakugou crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. No one was falling for it. None of them knew what they meant, but it wasn't for annoyance or anger.

"Alright," Kirishima nodded. "Are you excited to be sophomore's!" The redhead wrapped an arm around the blond's shoulder and pulled him close, bumping their hips together.

"No," Bakugou clicked his tongue on the back of his teeth. This time, it was true annoyance.

"Well, I am!" Kirishima squeezed Bakugou tighter and pulled him into a hug. The blond could feel a hot blush spread across his cheeks as the redhead provided warmth in the tight hug. "We get to see all our friends again! And we're one more step to becoming pro heroes!" Kirishima cheered. "Decided on a hero name yet?" The redhead let Bakugou go from the hug.

"No.." Bakugou grumbled. He hadn't really put much thought on it during the weekend. He decided between two though: Dynamite or Ground Zero. Either one, it was going to be one to remember. "Which one do you think I should pick?"

"Me..?" Kirishima pointed to himself as if there was anyone else the blond could be referring to. Bakugou huffed but nodded. "Personally, I think Dynamite, it really shows your personality man!" Kirishima cheered. "A very manly name!" Kirishima clenched his fist in a victorious pose. Bakugou rolled his eyes again as Kirishima laughed a bit. "Ah, there's my moms' with my stuff for my dorm, speak to ya later Bakubro!" Kirishima ran to the front doors to his mothers' to get his stuff while Bakugou sat down on the couch, waiting for his father to bring his stuff.

When Kirishima finished unpacking and trying his best to be organized, he remembered the letter. He fished it out of his pocket and tear the top off. Grabbed the letter he pulled it out and looked through it:

To Kirishima,

Over the last school year and the summer to sum it off. I began to realize the emotions I have for you. I love having you around. You're always at my corner, even when I feel like I'm closed in. I love you. Even through my tough walls, you managed to knock them down and see a different me. The vulnerable me. I want that all the time. I want there to be nothing but crumbs and dust of those tough walls just for you. With you and I together, as of now and when we're pros. I want to take you with me. Kicking and screaming if I have to. So, Eijiro Kirishima.

Will you be my boyfriend?

Kirishima was as red as his hair, which had grown a bit longer. His lips cranked into a soft smile. He loved Bakugou too. So much. He was willing to go, kicking and screaming, to the top with Bakugou. Kirishima ran out of his dorm to find Bakugou's. This year they decided to switch it up, but when he saw an orange X on the door next to his, he knew who it belonged to. Knocking quickly, he waited impatiently for Bakugou. As soon as the door was opened a peep, Kirishima busted in and tackled the blond to the ground. Cupping his cheeks and pulling him into a kiss. Their first of many. It was promised in how they Bakugou kissed back. Both of them awaiting for this moment for who knows how long.

When it ended, they were both breathless, and linked their foreheads together, giggling.

"Yes, I will be your boyfriend,"