The Heart Exchange (bnha agere)

Chapter 3: Kisses

Cws: very vague/light sexual stuff
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  Kirishima fiddles with his shirt collar. He's about to walk down the hallway to leave school, now the expectedly boring fifth period has ended. He swings his bag onto his shoulder, and spots Bakugo emerging from the quiet room. Kiri interest peaked. Eijirou follows far enough behind that his boyfriend fails to notice him, Kirishima weaving in between other students. Is Katsuki dabbing at his eyes? Kirishima's heart plunges. The last thing he wants to do is interrogate them, but he can't let them fight everything alone. Kirishima likes to think he knows his boyfriend good enough to know that's not a smart idea. Katsuki is self destructive as it is.

  On exiting the building, Kirishima darts through the crowd, and jumps in beside them, trying his best to smile, and keep an air of his regular Kirishima positivity. The sun's out today, pleasant after yesterday's rain. Katsuki's hand links with his, and the two walk together.
  "Hey, grumpy, how was your day?" Kiri asks, giving Katsuki's hand a tight squeeze. The boy replies instantly:
  "Fine. Yours?" Eijirou grit his teeth, and nodded along. Oh, yes, Bakugo vs emotions. This might be difficult. No, perhaps impossible.
  "Mine was okay, too, actually. Just the usual problem of being boring." Kirishima says.

  The two decide to crash in Kirishima's room, after putting on their casual, non-uniform, lounging clothes. A tank top and shorts for Kiri, and a shirt with sweats for Bakugo. Often, they'd listen to music with each other, or watch a film, and argue about which character was the most annoying, or study together. Spending time with each other is enough for both of them, and sometimes they lay next to each other in a comfortable type of silence, fingers brushing. Katsuki would almost always fall asleep.
  Now, the pair are huddled against each other, Kirishima's laptop in front of them. Whilst it's nice like it always is, Eijirou can't ignore the ominous feelings he's getting from his boyfriend. He can sense the negative energy in the air.

  "Remember that I love you, right?" Kirishima murmurs, turning his head, and tilting Bakugo's face with his hand. The blonde raises an eyebrow, but before he can speak, Kirishima brings his face in for a kiss.
  "Course I do, idiot." Katsuki breathes back, when their lips part. Kirishima's face gets hot, as Bakugo's fingers run underneath his top, and up his chest. "Fuckin'... Love you too." They growl, nuzzling their face into Kirishima's neck, sending all sorts of tingly sensations through the redhead's body. Kiri can feel his boyfriend's lips on his neck, soft as flower petals. His hands trace around Katsuki's jawline, and up through their blonde hair.
  "Will… Will you tell me if you're… Ever having a hard time?" Kirishima asks. He directs Bakugo's face upwards and places a kiss on his nose, managing to lure out Katsuki's smile.

  "Shut up about all that stuff." The blonde comments. They push Kirishima down into the pillows, and dot kisses across his face. "You worry too fuckin' much."
  Kirishima blushes at the advances, dragging Katsuki into his chest. They hadn't been this affectionate in a little while, and it was enjoyable to see it make a reappearance. At least he could be glad that Bakugo was using the quiet room for its intended purpose, and it might be helping Katsuki relax.
  Bakugo stole more and more kisses from him. Kirishima giggled back, fingers chasing down his boyfriend's back, and underneath his sweats. He can feel the material of Katsuki's boxer briefs.
  "Where'd this come from?" Eijirou purrs, Katsuki's breath on his cheek, sending a range of not so pg-13 thoughts through his head.

  "Just… Love you." Katsuki sniffles into his neck. But that wasn't just it. Bakugo was getting too comfortable, and his idea of covering it up, was forcing Kirishima to lose any coherent thought. The recent stress he'd been under… It started withdrawing that shameful, childish behaviour from him. And this warm, safe pocket of adoration Kirishima provided only made it worse.
  They pressed against their boyfriend, breathing in his familiar, boyish, cologne Kiri scent. Kirishima's fingers across their head, through their hair… Katsuki pulls away, yawning, and rubbing his eyes. Eijirou raises his eyebrows.
  "Aww, is my boyfriend sleepy?" He teases. The tone doesn't help Katsuki's descent. "Maybe you should go to bed." Kiri says. A rather good idea. Katsuki's long standing problem of falling asleep in Eijirou's room is likely not doing much for his health. You're definitely not supposed to sleep in a binder.

  Katsuki shuffles away from him.
"Okay… Goin' now." He mumbles. If Kirishima knew, maybe he wouldn't have to do this. Eijirou bites his lip, and swiftly drops a pillow into his lap.
  "I mean… Okay then." He sounds vaguely dejected. Katsuki waves at him as he leaves, reminding himself to take off his binder before ultimately rolling himself up in his blankets. The younger part of him wants to stay with Kirishima; the prospect of cuddles, and some well needed relaxation time is tempting. Yet the part of Katsuki that's still logical, and of age, is grateful to return to his room, and stay there alone. None of this childish crap will become any of Kirishima's business, and Katsuki's going to do their best to shield it from him.
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A/N: please don't sleep in your binders, kids, it's not safe! Oh, and be sure to do your stretches, be nice to yourself, don't be like Bakugo