KiriBaku book (pictures, oneshots, ext.)

7 (oneshot)

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"You're late," Kirishima said with a disapproving look.

"Last I checked, you're not my fucking boss," Bakugou returned. He found that he could take his anger out on his bodyguard, Eijiro Kirishima, without facing any consequences. Kirishima was patient and kind, and generally unfazed by Bakugou's harshness. They were basically opposites, which probably explained why Bakugou was drawn to him—not that he really wanted to admit that.

Except Kirishima actually looked annoyed this time. "It's my job to look after you. You could at least try to cooperate," he said, then softened a little after seeing Bakugou's face. "Come on." He smiled and offered Bakugou his arm, which Bakugou accepted. They started walking over to Bakugou's dressing room.

Kirishima was bigger and taller than he was, with horribly spiked red hair. He was fun to fantasize about from time to time, but in reality it would probably be a bad idea. A model and his stupidly handsome bodyguard? Bakugou didn't want to take part in some cliche... unless?

"I'm walking you home after your shoot, so don't even try to sneak off without me," Kirishima said.

"Fine. Are you staying for dinner?" Bakugou was a good cook, and it was more fun to cook for others than just himself, so he had started inviting Kirishima over for dinner a couple times a week, against his better judgement. The smile that lit up Kirishima's face when Bakugou cooked for him was priceless.

"I look forward to it," Kirishima winked.

What was that? Why did it feel like Kirishima had the upper hand? Bakugou was losing his touch.

"Now go get all pretty for your shoot!"

Bakugou rolled his eyes. "See you later, dork."

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After the photoshoot, Bakugou was exhausted. As a model, he often worked long hours into the night and it was more physically and mentally demanding than people thought. He was really looking forward to showering (he was in full-body makeup, as he had just finished a photoshoot for a swimsuit company) and then dinner with Kirishima, who he could actually relax around.

After he changed back into jeans and a sweatshirt, he met Kirishima outside his dressing room.

"Good work today," he said as he tucked Bakugou's arm in his. "You looked manly as hell."

The first time Kirishima said something like this to him, Bakugou had assumed Kirishima was making fun of him; Bakugou had yelled at him, cursing every other word. But now he knew that Kirishima was being sincere, and he appreciated that. In fact, he remembered Kirishima saying something like, "Being secure in your masculinity is the most manly thing of all."

Kirishima nudged him. "What are you smiling about?" he smirked.

"Nothing!" Bakugou lied. "Can you tell me about your day? Like, before I showed up and stuff."

Kirishima smiled. "Sure."

This had become a routine of theirs; Bakugou would ask Kirishima to talk about anything on their walk home, and his voice would put him at ease. Bakugou was often drained after work and not up for talking, but he would chime in with snarky comments every now and then.

Kirishima was in the middle of describing his workout, one of his favorite topics, when Bakugou noticed something in the corner of his eye. A familiar form. Was he imagining it? Bakugou thought he had gotten rid of him. "Listen to Kirishima's voice," he thought, "you'll be fine, just listen-"

"What's wrong?" Kirishima looked worried.

"Nothing!" He had to get himself under control.

"It's not nothing. You're holding my arm in a death grip."

"Oh, sorry." Bakugou loosened his hold a little.

"It's fine, just tell me what it is."

"No, and stop fucking asking!" he yelled. Being rude was his go-to defense mechanism. Annoyingly, Kirishima seemed to realize this. He knew him well enough to understand. Bakugou started to relax again, but then immediately saw it again. It was, unmistakably, Bakugou's stalker. Creepy Deku. He used the nickname to diminish him, but real fear shocked Bakugou's system and rooted him to the spot. He was frozen, and terrified.

Bakugou heard Kirishima speak but couldn't make out what he was saying. He was being pulled forward. Black spots clouded Bakugou's vision, and he fell forward into Kirishima's chest. Kirishima held Bakugou tightly in his strong arms, and Bakugou didn't know how long they stood there until he was able to pull away and see clearly. They were in a narrow alleyway.

"What the fuck?" Bakugou translated his fear into anger without even registering it. "You brought me to a dark fucking alley?"

Kirishima looked like he was trying to hide his worry for Bakugou's sake. "Look, you were about to pass out. I had to get you somewhere safe." Kirishima cringed at his choice of words. "You're right, let's go."

"No!" Bakugou said. "Maybe you were right. Let's... stay here" Thinking about going back out into the street, exposed, sent Bakugou's mind into a spiral. His heartbeat quickened, and he struggled to control his breathing. As hard as he tried, it kept on speeding up. He was losing all of his senses to the point where all he could feel was panic.

"Breathe with me. Breathe, Katsuki. I've got you." He heard Kirishima's voice break through the dark. He felt one of Kirishima's hands locked around his and another on his back, pulling him a warm embrace. Bakugou tried to match his breathing with Kirishima's and it eventually worked; his heartbeat slowed and he was able to return to the world. He rested his head on Kirishima's chest and they stayed that way for a long time until it felt okay to move. They walked to Bakugou's house in silence.

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Kirishima watched Bakugou's shaking hands as he fumbled the keys before they got inside. He watched Bakugou try to keep his composure as they walked into the kitchen. Neither of them knew how to break the silence. Before Kirishima could think of anything to say, Bakugou broke the silence by throwing a plate at the wall. The pieces were all over the floor, so Kirishima picked Bakugou up and put him on the counter, letting Bakugou wrap his arms around him and sob into his shoulder.

Kirishima did his best to soothe Bakugou until he calmed down, whispering comforting things the way he knew Bakugou liked and rubbing his back in circular motions.

The first thing Bakugou said was, "I didn't want you to know how much power he had over me." It was heartbreaking.

They talked more, and Kirishima learned that Bakugou's stalker was Izuku Midoriya, a former classmate of his.

"I should've been nicer to him back then," Bakugou said.

"That doesn't excuse his behavior," Kirishima assured him. "I'm gonna make him pay, but more importantly, I'm gonna make sure he never lays eyes on you again."

Bakugou had a strange look on his face. "I actually believe you. I trust you," he paused, blushing. "And there's more to it than that, but I don't wanna go into it right now."

Kirishima had an idea about what Bakugou was hinting at. He smiled. "Your trust means the world to me. I'll never break it."

Bakugou grabbed his hand. "I know," he said.