bnha ; oneshots!! {001 → 100}

035 - a quiet evening 💗

ship: katsuki bakugo + eijiro kirishima.

Years had passed since their time at U.A. High School, and Eijiro Kirishima and Katsuki Bakugo had grown from promising students into accomplished pro heroes. They had fought side by side, faced countless villains, and saved countless lives. But tonight, they were simply Eijiro and Katsuki, two people in love, enjoying the quiet comfort of their home.

The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over their apartment. Kirishima was in the kitchen, finishing up dinner while Bakugo set the table. The aroma of Eijiro's cooking filled the air, a familiar scent that always made Bakugo's heart feel at ease.

"Dinner's almost ready!" Kirishima called from the kitchen, his voice cheerful as ever.

Bakugo grunted in response, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He glanced at the table, ensuring everything was in its place. It was a simple routine, but it was theirs.

Kirishima emerged from the kitchen, carrying a steaming pot of stew. "I hope you're hungry."

Bakugo rolled his eyes playfully. "When am I not?"

They sat down together, the clinking of utensils and soft murmurs of conversation filling the room. It was a scene of domestic bliss, a far cry from the chaos of their hero lives. Here, in their home, they could simply be themselves.

As they finished dinner, Bakugo leaned back in his chair, watching Kirishima with a thoughtful expression. Eijiro was gathering the dishes, humming a tune under his breath. The soft light from the setting sun highlighted the sharp angles of his face, the warmth in his eyes, the strength in his movements.

"Katsuki? You okay?" Kirishima's voice broke through his thoughts.

Bakugo blinked, realizing he had been staring. "Yeah, just... thinking."

Kirishima smiled, setting the dishes aside and coming over to sit beside Bakugo. "About what?"

Bakugo hesitated, then reached out to take Kirishima's hand, his thumb brushing over the calloused knuckles. "You're beautiful. You know that, right?"

Kirishima's eyes widened in surprise, a blush creeping up his cheeks. "Katsuki..."

Bakugo tightened his grip, his voice earnest. "I mean it. You're beautiful, Ei. Inside and out."

Kirishima's heart swelled with emotion, and he squeezed Bakugo's hand in return. "You're not so bad yourself, you know."

Bakugo huffed, a soft laugh escaping his lips. "Yeah, yeah."

They sat there for a moment, simply holding hands and looking at each other. The world outside could be chaotic, but here, in this moment, everything was perfect.

  ─── ･🤍🤍｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :🤍🤍. ───

Later that night, they found themselves on the couch, a movie playing in the background. Kirishima was nestled against Bakugo, his head resting on his shoulder. Bakugo absentmindedly ran his fingers through Kirishima's hair, enjoying the quiet intimacy.

"Do you ever think about how far we've come?" Kirishima asked softly, his eyes half-closed.

Bakugo nodded, his gaze distant. "Yeah. We've been through a lot."

Kirishima shifted to look up at him. "I'm glad we made it through everything together."

Bakugo met his eyes, his expression serious. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Kirishima smiled, reaching up to cup Bakugo's cheek. "I love you, 'Suki."

Bakugo leaned into the touch, his eyes softening. "I love you too, Eijiro."

They kissed, slow and tender, a promise of love and devotion. When they pulled back, Kirishima's eyes were shining with unshed tears.

"I still remember the first time you told me that," Kirishima said, his voice trembling slightly. "It was after that big fight with the League of Villains. You thought you were going to lose me."

Bakugo's grip tightened around him. "I never want to feel that again."

Kirishima nodded, his fingers tracing the lines of Bakugo's face. "Me neither. But we're here now. We're together."

Bakugo pressed another kiss to Kirishima's lips, his voice a whisper against his skin. "And we always will be."

  ─── ･🤍🤍｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :🤍🤍. ───

As the night wore on, they eventually made their way to bed, the weight of the day melting away in each other's arms. Bakugo held Kirishima close, his breath warm against his neck.

"You know," Kirishima murmured sleepily, "I think you're the beautiful one."

Bakugo snorted, a soft laugh rumbling through his chest. "Shut up and go to sleep, idiot."

Kirishima chuckled, snuggling closer. "Good night, Katsuki."

Bakugo kissed the top of his head, his voice tender. "Good night, Eijiro."

In the darkness, surrounded by the familiar comfort of their home, they drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that no matter what the world threw at them, they would face it together. Because in the end, their love was their greatest strength, a beacon of light in the darkest times.

And as Bakugo held Kirishima close, he knew that no matter how many years passed, no matter how many battles they fought, this love, this life they had built together, would always be the most beautiful thing of all.