The Heart Exchange (bnha agere)

Chapter 33: Perfect Weather

Cws: mentions of s/h
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There must have been a Hunger Games level of aggression when the food was being served, because on arrival back inside, Katsuki is left with two slices of cold pizza. He's not the most bothered - there's other stuff to eat. They eat on the floor of their room, laptop playing a show in front of them. Kirishima wriggles through the gap of the door, holding a bowl of chopped avocado, spinach, tomatoes, and ruffles his boyfriend's hair. “Some extras.” Kiri murmurs, sitting the bowl down, and leaning against his boyfriend. The red hair, now flat, and floppy, lays over Bakugo's shoulder, tickling his neck. Bakugo twists his neck to plant a kiss on his head, before placing a cherry tomato in his mouth. Peaceful silence passes for a while. Very gentle, very cosy silence, with only the laptop mumbling video noise, and the faint sound of both boys breathing.
Then, with sudden animation, Eijirou pulls away, flying to his feet. “I bought you something!” He cries, jubilation lifting the smile on his face. And Bakugo smirks, because he looks adorable.
    “You did…? Can I have it then, idiot?” They prompt, pausing the video, and eyeing Kiri with interest. There was no need to buy them anything… Kiri nods profusely, and rushes out of the room. Within the same minute he returns, grasping a little cardboard box. He tosses it into Katsuki's lap, and plops down in front of him, leaning in with anticipation painted all over his face.

Rolling his eyes at all the fuss over something so small, Bakugo picks up the box, and opens it. Inside is a smaller, plastic container with an item inside. Katsuki pauses as his eyes see through the clear plastic, and decipher the red shape. “Kiri-!” They hiss, voice lowering as if anyone else was around. The redhead only leans in closer.
    “Go on, open it!” He whines. “Please, I can't take the waiting any longer.” And so Bakugo pops open the container, and is met by the sight of a red, adult pacifier. And it's odd; not because it's a pacifier, but because it twinges Katsuki with excitement. And the glitter in Kirishima's eyes speaks similarly. Because maybe they're really “over it” now. Maybe it's just fine.
      “It's supposed to be better for your teeth, like fit better.” Eijirou explains, grabbing the pacifier. “I'm gonna wash it, and then…” He doesn't need to finish the sentence, as Bakugo is already fidgeting.
     “Mhm.” They murmur, sitting on their knees, eyes following Eijirou out of the room. For once, Bakugo hasn't had to feel the stress or fear, or discomfort, to feel this way. This small, precious way, in which all he really wants is a hug, and some milk.

They totter over to their bed, and retrieve their baby blanket. This treasure that has kept them feeling safe even when cuts burnt on their wrists for the entire night. He nuzzles his face against it, and grabs Sparky. Captain is currently out of action - there was only so many times Eijirou could watch the little boy drool on it, and suckle it's ears before he demanded it be washed. Kissing Sparky’s nose, Bakugo sits back on the floor, blanket draped over his lap. Footsteps approach, and Kiri saunters in with the paci. His excitement has hardly dissipated.
     Bakugo giggles, and opens his mouth wide, allowing his boyfriend to rest the pacifier in his mouth. And, true to Eijirou's comments, it seemed kinder to the shape of his mouth, fitting in fine, and calming Katsuki more efficiently than the others. Kirishima tilts his head. “Nice, isn't it, Lovebug?”

Bakugo nods. He can't resist falling back into littlespace, now he has a proper paci that settles against his tongue, and lulls him so well. Perhaps 5 is a bit old for pacifiers, but it's not like either of them care. Letting out a playful, courageous roar, Katsuki pounces on Kirishima, knocking him onto his back. The boy bares his sharp teeth, and a laugh rumbles in his throat. “Oh, is this how it is, huh?” He smirks, messing up Bakugo's blonde hair, and lightly pinching his cheeks. The boy squeaks, pacifier bobbing. Their face distorts as they giggle, and mischievously tug on Kirishima's ears, until Eijirou gets fed up enough to scoop them up, and throw them onto the bed. 
    “Ah, sweet boy, what do you say to Daddy for him getting you a new pacifier?” He sighs. Bakugo grabs Sparky off the floor, and holds the dragon against his chest. When he attempts to speak, his pacifier tumbles out of his mouth.
    “Thank ‘ou, Daddy.” He smiles, clumsily putting the nub back in his mouth, and crawling into Kirishima's arms. “Love you… Daddy is the best, most coolest ever.” Eijirou accepts the little into his chest. He weaves his fingers through Katsuki's hair. It's very difficult to restrain his urges to completely smother his cute boy with snuggles and kisses, especially when they look so perfectly happy, and small with their paci.

Despite all the stress of the past few months; the self-harm, the tears, the involuntary nature of Katsuki's littlespace, their dysphoria, and Kirishima's own anxieties about his boyfriend, it's okay right now, and that's all it needs to be. Kirishima didn't have to be special, or great. And Bakugo never had to be either, not really. No matter what he thought.
   Katsuki melts into his warm chest, and allows himself to feel safe. For once in a while, there's no stinging, there's just a bit of quiet. They always knew Kiri’s hands were soft, just like they always knew deep down, that they were worth a little more than a punishment.

The next morning is drizzling with light rainfall. Like fairies fingers, Katsuki had seen it and declared it hardly “umbrella necessary”. Eijirou couldn't help but open one up anyway, and hold his boyfriend's hand as they walked across campus. Today was Bakugo's meeting with Mr Aizawa. But he wasn't so nervous anymore. They could handle it. Kiri was never too far away.
     At the door, Kirishima shakes the umbrella. Water flies off it in twinkles. The grey sky swarming above them. He turns to find Bakugo standing by the open door.
"Are you coming, dumbass?"
Their eyes soften on him, and Kirishima's heart gives a slight flutter. He wouldn't mind holding theirs in his hands, just to see what it felt like to hold pure magic - a heart exchange, perhaps.
    "Yeah, yeah." Kirishima replies, and follows him inside.

The end.

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A/N: Yall it's finally done omg, my baby... Can't believe it took me three decades to fucking finish but we did it!!! Thank you for reading this long ass fic, i hope you enjoyed even a few chapters of it, it's been my longest fic so far :'3