bnha ; oneshots!! {001 → 100}

037 - the comfort of home 💗(🍋)

ship: katsuki bakugo + eijiro kirishima.

Eijiro Kirishima had just finished a gruelling day of patrols and paperwork. As a pro hero, long days were nothing new, but today had been particularly exhausting. He sighed as he unlocked the door to their shared apartment, his muscles aching for rest.

The apartment was quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator. Kirishima glanced around, noting that Bakugo hadn't returned yet. He made his way to the kitchen, intent on grabbing a quick snack before settling in to wait for his husband.

Just as Kirishima was about to sit down with a glass of water, the door swung open. Bakugo stepped in, his usually fierce expression softened by the weariness in his eyes. He dropped his bag by the door and immediately spotted Kirishima.

Before Kirishima could say a word, Bakugo crossed the room in a few quick strides, pulling him into a tight embrace. "Oh god, it's been such a hard fuckin' day. I missed you so much," Bakugo murmured, his voice rough with emotion.

Kirishima barely had time to register Bakugo's words before their lips met in a fervent kiss. Bakugo's arms wrapped around Kirishima's waist, pulling him closer, as if trying to erase the distance that had been between them all day. Kirishima responded in kind, his hands getting tangled in Bakugo's hair, grounding them both in the moment.

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The kiss was passionate, almost desperate, as if Bakugo was pouring all his frustrations and longing into the connection. Kirishima matched his intensity, their tongues battling for dominance as they stumbled towards the bedroom.

Kirishima's back hit the doorframe, and he gasped into the kiss, his hands gripping Bakugo's shoulders. "Katsu—" he started, but Bakugo cut him off with another searing kiss.

"I need you, Eijiro," Bakugo growled against his lips, his voice laced with raw need. "I missed you so damn much."

Kirishima's heart raced, his body responding to the urgency in Bakugo's touch. "I'm here, Katsu. I'm right here."

Bakugo's eyes were dark with desire as he pushed the bedroom door open, dragging Kirishima inside. They barely made it to the bed before Bakugo was on him again, their bodies colliding in a tangle of limbs and heated kisses.

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Kirishima found himself on his back, Bakugo hovering over him, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. Bakugo's hands roamed over Kirishima's body, relearning every curve and muscle as if it was the first time.

"You're everything to me," Bakugo whispered, his voice breaking slightly. "Don't ever forget that."

Kirishima's eyes softened, his heart swelling with love for the man above him. He reached up, cupping Bakugo's cheek, his thumb brushing over the soft skin. "I know, Katsu. And you're everything to me."

Their lips met again, the kiss slow and tender this time, a stark contrast to the frantic urgency from before. They took their time, savouring the feel of each other, the connection they shared.

Bakugo's weight was comforting, a reminder that no matter how hard the day had been, they had each other to come home to. Kirishima's hands moved to Bakugo's back, tracing soothing patterns, feeling the tension slowly ebb away.

"I love you," Kirishima whispered between kisses, his voice filled with sincerity. "I love you so much."

Bakugo's eyes softened, and he rested his forehead against Kirishima's. "I love you too, Eijiro. More than anything."

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They spent the rest of the evening wrapped in each other's arms, talking in hushed tones about their day, sharing their frustrations and victories. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in their own little bubble of love and safety.

As the night wore on, they eventually settled under the covers, Kirishima's head resting on Bakugo's chest. Bakugo's fingers combed through Kirishima's hair, a soothing rhythm that lulled them both towards sleep.

"Promise me something," Bakugo murmured, his voice heavy with drowsiness.

"Anything," Kirishima replied, his hand stilling in Bakugo's hair.

"Promise me you'll always be here. I can't do this without you."

Kirishima's heart ached with the depth of Bakugo's vulnerability. He pressed a gentle kiss to Bakugo's forehead, his voice firm and unwavering. "I promise, Katsu. I'll always be here. We'll face everything together."

Bakugo sighed contentedly, his body relaxing completely against Kirishima's. "Good," he mumbled, already half-asleep. "Because I need you, Eijiro. More than anything."

Kirishima held Bakugo close, his own eyes drifting shut. "And I need you, Katsu. Always."

In the quiet of their bedroom, surrounded by the warmth of their love, they fell asleep, ready to face whatever challenges the new day would bring. Because as long as they had each other, they knew they could conquer anything.