The Heart Exchange (bnha agere)

Chapter 26: Milk And Cookies

Cws: mentions of self-harm, awful jokes haha
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     Kirishima is sitting in his room. Katsuki lays beside him, sleeping. Eijirou finds it cute that Bakugo seems to need early bedtimes. Even when they're not regressed, childlike things still lurk around their nature. Eijirou is researching more in depth self-harm help content. Previously, when he had ventured onto the Internet for this type of advice, it had been just a general "How to help someone manage their feelings" junk; this time, he was specifically dedicating time to understand self-harm properly. Obviously, he should ask Katsuki - he's the only person that knows why he does it - but how would Eijirou even start a conversation like that? At least Mr Aizawa's advice made sense. He always explains things in a concise, easily digestible way.

     "Don't make them feel ashamed of their actions." was one sentence that maintained it's presence in Kirishima's head for the rest of the day. He knows it's probably not polite to gawk at Katsuki's wrists like he had done yesterday. What they had done wasn't pretty in any way, but Bakugo likely knows that already, and doesn't need his boyfriend to enforce it. The Internet provided comments from people who had experienced issues with it in the past, who were able to give more personal advice on what to do and say, which Kiri felt calmed by. He peered up from his laptop. Katsuki stirred beside him. Eijirou placed his hand on Katsuki's head, weaving his fingers through his boyfriend's blonde hair.
      "You okay?" Kirishima asks, noticing Katsuki's eyes flitter open. Bakugo mumbles something into the blanket, and sits up.

     "Just… Can't fuckin' sleep… Dunno." He rubs his eyes, acutely aware of how quickly Eijirou's closed his current tab. What could he possibly be afraid of Bakugo seeing? Oh, it better not be porn, whatever it is… Katsuki leaned against Eijirou, breathing in deeply as his boyfriend's hand took hold of his chin, and drew his face closer.
      "Do you want me to make you some tea, or something?" Kiri kisses him. He smells freshly of mint body wash from his shower earlier. Katsuki presses their forehead to his, letting the cool, comforting boyfriend smell envelop their senses. Kirishima's eyes don't stray from his, and the two stare at each other for a moment, enjoying each other's company.

       "I don't want tea right now." Bakugo answers finally, face drifting away. Eijirou's lips hook into a half smile.
       "Alright, what about warm milk and honey?" His hand dips underneath Katsuki's shirt, and he edges them closer by the waist. Bakugo feels themselves blush slightly. They hate all this cute, romantic garbage in media - they always thought it was terribly overplayed, and super unbearable in presentation - yet it's different with Kiri. But, everything is different with Kiri. Eijirou is the only person in the world that Katsuki could tolerate receiving chocolate hearts, or a bouquet of roses from. Barely tolerate, but tolerate nonetheless.
"Is that a yes, then?" Kirishima reiterates, his voice has softened, and Bakugo can tell that he's leaning into his caregiver voice. In total honesty, Bakugo forgot what they were talking about. Eijirou's pretty, it's not Katsuki's fault.

      "Uhm, yeah… Okay, milk and honey." They reply. Kiri's fingers swim round their waist, and up their back, and his index traces the line of their spine.
       "I'll be right back then." And Eijirou smiles, gets up, and leaves, like nothing happened. Bakugo sits there, gazing at the doorway. Sometimes Kirishima does things like that, and it truly makes Katsuki question who's the dominant party in their relationship. As for all the confidence and charm that Bakugo can muster, there are just some talents that only Kirishima can master. Bakugo lays back down, and stares at the ceiling. The more he thinks about it, the more Bakugo realises that his boyfriend might be the best person to ever enter his life.

   
    When Kiri returned, he had a glass of milk, and even a cookie. He placed the glass and plate on the bedside table, and sits beside Katsuki. "Bro, I got your milkies." He sniggers. Bakugo sits up instantly, and playfully punches him in the shoulder.
       "Oh, do not ever say that word again, oh my God." He laughs. Eijirou tilts his head, blinking back at them innocently.
       "What word? Milkies? I shouldn't say I got you a widdle cookie and some milkies?" He teases. Bakugo snorts, and rolls his eyes.
       "All of it. All of it is fuckin' embarrassing, and I swear, if you say it one more time, I will shove my hand so far up your ass, and not in a sexy way." They retort.
        "Hmm," Eijirou narrows his eyes briefly before they widen again, ripe with amusement. "Considering your little quirk, I wonder if that'd give me explosive diarr-" He was cut short by Bakugo slapping a hand across his mouth, a belligerent yet light hearted glare.
        "Shut the fuck up."
        "Okay, okay, I apologise for all transgressions." Kirishima's giggles were muffled under his boyfriend's hand.

    With a sigh, Eijirou kissed them on the cheek, and nestled his face into their neck. "But seriously, drink that milk before it gets cold, baby." Katsuki leans over, grabbing the glass, and taking a sip. It relaxes them almost immediately, but only because it's such a childish thing to drink…
      "Was this your attempt to make me regress?" Bakugo murmurs. He can feel Kirishima's nose pressed into his neck.
        "Not necessarily… Do you want to regress?" He tears away and his eyes twinkle with a feeling that Katsuki can't quite place. Bakugo takes another sip from his glass. He'd sleep soon anyways, no harm in having a more soft bedtime routine, right? They put the glass down and grab for Eijirou, who swiftly drags them into his chest, and peppers their head with kisses.

   "That's a good boy, my good baby boy." He purred, letting Katsuki melt into him. Kiri knew well  enough now that words like that easily settled Bakugo into littlespace. It was adorable to watch. Bakugo yawns, and takes a bite from the cookie. He gets crumbs round his face, that Eijirou wipes away, chuckling.
      "Paci, 'nd dragons." They ask, their floaty, bunny-fluff littlespace voice trickling out. Eijirou gets up, ruffling their hair.
      "Alright, shall I bring them here, or do you want to go back to your room, kiddo?"
       "My room… But Daddy come too!"
And so it was settled, the pair would hang around in Bakugo's room. Kiri was alright with that. Anything to make his little one happy.
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A/N: Okay, schedule is hopefully back, hopefully. I finished my exams, thank goodness, so now I'm able to update this, and my other fic. Thanks for reading this, by the way :)