Prince Like {kiribaku}

chp 8: dragons

the meeting room was locked, bakugou grumbled. he had hoped he would be able to go into the room and just hang out near his husband.

the word husband sent a little tingle through his body. bakugou couldn't help the smile surfacing on his face.

"my husband..." he whispered.

he shook his head, he was not trying to get distracted about the title he now shares with kirishima. he would ignore his heart skipping beats at just the simple gesture kirishima will do. he was going to be angry and pout about it. how dare kirishima lock him out of the meeting room?

they both were soon to be kings, so why in the hell is he not in that room right now contributing to whatever affairs or king like duties kirishima was doing? why leave the blond out? that was so unfair. 

"come on katsuki." kirishima's voice rang through his head.

it was like a mini flashback from this morning. running through his head, making sure he was watching.

"it's not like i don't want you there! my parents just want me to talk to a few people. they want to see how 'mature' i've gotten and how well i'll be able to keep my husband happy and loved."

bakugou was still pouting. he was sitting on their shared bed, arms crossed and head titled away from kirishima. he was staring out the window, seeing nothing but the cool blue sky and the white clouds in shapes. he decided he would pick out some clouds and name the shapes to whatever his heart contented to.

yet, his heart named every cloud kirishima. except for one, it was a bit sharper than the other clouds, a bit rougher and looked more like a monster than a person. he named that cloud dragon. 

bakugou turned his head when he felt a calloused hand rub into his hair. he looked up to see kirishima giving him a big smile. bakugou tried to give him a scowl, but as soon as kirishima began to play with the blond strands, the small smile grew bigger each second kirishima was near bakugou. bakugou leaned into his hand, his arms lifting as he wrapped them around kirishima's waist.

"how long is the meeting?" he asked quietly, nuzzling his head in kirishima's stomach.

"not sure, katsuki. but i'll try to be quick just for you."

bakugou grinned, thanking that his face was covered through kirishima's clothes. but the red haired prince could feel the grin, and his sharp teeth made their own grin. oh, he was so going to keep bakugou no matter what. the blond was just too adorable to let go. and the blond was his husband. 

"oh husband..." kirishima whispered that out, he loved the way it sounded on his lips.

bakugou shivered, loving the way it rolled off of his tongue so easily. hearing kirishima call him his husband was nothing like he thought it would be. it felt like a dream, it was such a nice word by itself, but hearing it from his husband... his heart went pitter patter. 

bakugou got out of his little cuddle, practically shoving kirishima away. "now go to your damn meeting!" he shouted, using his explosive hands to make room between the two. 

kirishima laughed, leaning down to kiss his forehead. he harden his skin as bakugou went to blow him up again. bakugou couldn't handle affection, so it was cute the way he tried to make it seem like it didn't matter. he waved his goodbye and left for his meeting.

as you can see, bakugou got bored waiting on kirishima. he wanted to sneak in the meeting, but since it was locked he didn't want to make a bad impression to whoever was in there. he needed approval from -not only his kingdom and kirishima's kingdom- but neighboring kingdom's. especially the one's with an alliance with sharp kingdom. so, blowing up the door was out of the question.