bnha ; oneshots!! {001 → 100}

027 - burnt out 🍋

ship: katsuki bakugo + eijiro kirishima.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the city as the last traces of light faded from the sky. The streets were a blend of serene quiet and distant sirens, a daily reminder of the lives they led as pro heroes. Katsuki Bakugo, known far and wide for his explosive Quirk and brash attitude, trudged through the front door of the shared hero apartment he occupied with his partner, Eijiro Kirishima.

Today had been rough. The mission had gone sideways, and though they had managed to subdue the villain, the toll on Bakugo's mental and physical strength was immense. He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the tension clinging stubbornly to his muscles like a tag on a new shirt.

Kirishima, ever the bright force in Bakugo's life, was in the kitchen, a welcoming aroma enveloping the space. Fresh rice and sautéed vegetables filled the air, and Bakugo felt a twinge of appreciation. His heart softened at the sight of his boyfriend, busy at work with an apron tied around his waist, the fabric stretching over his toned muscles.

"You're finally home!" Kirishima beamed, his crimson hair glowing in the warm light of the kitchen. "How was your day?"

Bakugo let out a grunt, an exhausted sigh escaping his lips. "It was tough," he admitted, allowing some of the weight to lift off his shoulders. "Too many damn explosions to deal with, my hands are killing me."

Kirishima stepped away from the stove, plate in hand, and approached him, a concerned look crossing his face. "You should take it easy, 'Suki. You know I'm here for you, right?"

Those words melted the icy veneer that Bakugo often wore like armour. "Yeah, yeah. Just... I'm really beat, Ei."

Without a word, Kirishima set the plate down and moved closer. His hands wrapped around Bakugo's waist, pulling him into a comforting embrace. "Let me help you unwind. Come on."

Bakugo felt his heart race, a familiar heat rising in his chest as Kirishima guided him toward the bedroom. The tension of the day faded slightly under his boyfriend's touch, the warmth radiating from Kirishima's body soothing enough to coax him closer.

Once in the bedroom, Kirishima turned to Bakugo, his eyes alive, soft and inviting. "Just relax. I've got you." He motioned for Bakugo to sit on the edge of the bed, then knelt before him, fingers deftly working at the laces of his combat boots.

Bakugo groaned, a mix of frustration and pleasure lighting up his nerves. He tried to fight the way his body responded to Kirishima's gentle touch, but there was no use—it was an ongoing battle he had long since surrendered to. "You don't have to do that, idiot," he muttered, but his voice lacked the usual sting.

"Shut up, Katsuki," Kirishima replied with a grin, meeting his gaze. "Just let me take care of you."

With a soft tug, Kirishima freed Bakugo's feet from his boots and began massaging his weary legs. The tension melted away further with every knead of Kirishima's fingers. "You work so hard, and I want to make sure you know how much you mean to me," Kirishima murmured, his hands moving up to Bakugo's thighs.

Bakugo felt his breath hitch in his throat, the sensation igniting a fire deep within him. "You always know how to make me feel better," he confessed, leaning back slightly as Kirishima pushed up closer, his hands gripping Bakugo's thighs firmly.

"Good," Kirishima replied, his voice low, "because I'm not done yet."

In an instant, the air felt electrifying, charged with anticipation. Kirishima's gaze flickered from Bakugo's eyes to his lips, the unspoken tension hanging heavily between them. Bakugo could sense the heat radiating off of Kirishima, his desire unmistakable.

"Wrap your legs around my waist," Bakugo uttered, his tone a mix of command and plea, craving the closeness that only Kirishima could provide.

Without hesitation, Kirishima complied, standing up effortlessly, and Kirishima wrapped his legs around Bakugo's waist, pulling him closer. The soft fabric of Kirishima's shirt brushed against his bare skin, igniting a spark that sent shivers down his spine.

Kirishima's hands moved confidently to cup Bakugo's face, leaning in to capture his lips in a heated kiss. It was a push and pull, a dance of dominance and submission, as their mouths moved in perfect harmony. Bakugo's hands found their way to the back of Kirishima's neck, fingers tangling in his hair as he deepened the kiss.

They fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and heavy breaths. Kirishima hovered over Bakugo, his gaze searching, and Bakugo could see the depth of love and passion in those red eyes.

"I'm all yours, 'Suki," Kirishima whispered, his voice husky with need.

"Damn right you are," Bakugo replied, his usual bravado slipping back into place, but it was filled with tenderness. "Now, come here."

As the night deepened outside, their world narrowed to just the two of them, exploring and affirming their love in fervent whispers and heated touches, the flames of their passion igniting into a blaze that chased away the darkness of the day.