bnha ; oneshots!! {001 → 100}

034 - silenced by a kiss 💗(🖤/🍋?)

ship: katsuki bakugo + eijiro kirishima.

The dorms were unusually quiet that evening, most of Class 1-A having retired early after a gruelling day of training. But in one room, the silence was shattered by raised voices.

"You don't get it, Kirishima!" Bakugo's voice was sharp, filled with frustration. "You can't just keep risking yourself like that!"

Eijiro Kirishima stood his ground, his own anger bubbling beneath the surface. "And what am I supposed to do, Bakugo? Stand by and watch you get hurt?"

Bakugo's eyes blazed with fury. "I can handle myself! You don't have to jump in every damn time!"

Kirishima clenched his fists, his heart pounding. "I'm not going to let you get hurt, damn it! I care about you too much!"

The room fell silent for a moment, both of them breathing heavily, the weight of their words hanging in the air. Kirishima could see the conflict in Bakugo's eyes, the struggle between his pride and his emotions.

Bakugo took a step forward, his voice lower but no less intense. "You think I don't care about you too? You think it doesn't kill me to see you in danger?"

Kirishima's anger began to wane, replaced by a deep, aching sadness. "Then why can't you understand? We're supposed to protect each other."

Bakugo looked away, his jaw tight. "Because I can't fuckin' lose you, Ei. And every time you throw yourself in harm's way, it feels like I'm one step closer to that."

Kirishima's heart ached at Bakugo's words. He stepped closer, his voice softening. "Katsuki, I..."

But Bakugo cut him off, his eyes flashing. "No, you listen to me—"

Kirishima couldn't take it anymore. Before Bakugo could say another word, he reached out, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him into a kiss. It was soft, chaste, but it conveyed everything he couldn't put into words. The anger, the fear, the love. All of it poured into that single, desperate kiss.

Bakugo's eyes widened in surprise, his body tensing. But he didn't pull away. Instead, he froze, as if trying to process what was happening. When Kirishima finally pulled back, their foreheads rested together, their breaths mingling in the space between them.

"Katsuki, please," Kirishima whispered, his voice trembling. "We need to stop fighting like this."

For a moment, Bakugo just stared at him, his expression unreadable. Then, without warning, he surged forward, capturing Kirishima's lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. It was a clash of emotions, raw and intense. Bakugo's hands gripped onto the sides of Kirishima's hips, pulling him closer, as if he couldn't bear to let go.

Kirishima's heart raced, and he melted into the kiss, his own hands gripping Bakugo's shirt, holding on for dear life. It was messy, unrestrained, and everything he had been craving. All the fear and anger dissolved into the heat of the moment, replaced by a desperate need to connect, to feel.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily, their foreheads still pressed together. Bakugo's eyes were softer now, the anger replaced by something else—something deeper.

"Katsuki," Kirishima murmured, his voice filled with emotion. "You know I love you. I just want to keep you safe."

Bakugo closed his eyes, his grip on Kirishima tightening. "I know. And I love you too, idiot. I just... I can't stand the thought of losing you."

Kirishima smiled, a tear slipping down his cheek. "Then let's protect each other. Together. No more fighting."

Bakugo opened his eyes, looking at Kirishima with a mixture of vulnerability and determination. "Yeah, Together."

They stood there in the quiet of the room, holding each other close, letting the intensity of the moment wash over them. It wasn't a perfect resolution, but it was a start. And as they held each other, Kirishima knew that they would face whatever came their way—together.