bnha oneshots!!

57 - seven minutes of truth. 💗

ship: katsuki bakugo + eijiro kirishima.

The dormitory common room of Class 1-A was buzzing with excitement. It was Friday night, and the students had decided to take a break from their intense training and studies to relax and have some fun. Someone had suggested playing a classic party game: Spin the Bottle with a twist—Seven Minutes in Heaven.

Katsuki Bakugo sat in a corner, arms crossed and a scowl on his face. He didn't particularly care for these kinds of games, but somehow, his friends had roped him into participating. Across the room, Eijiro Kirishima was laughing and joking with the others, his bright smile lighting up the room.

"Alright, everyone! Gather around!" Mina Ashido called out, placing an empty bottle in the centre of the circle. "Let's get this started!"

The students settled into a circle, and the first few spins resulted in harmless fun—awkward truths and playful dares. Then it was Kirishima's turn to spin. He gave the bottle a good twirl, and it spun around rapidly before slowly coming to a stop, pointing directly at Bakugo.

The room fell silent for a moment, then erupted in whispers and giggles. Bakugo's scowl deepened, but he didn't move.

"Seven minutes in heaven with Bakugo and Kirishima!" Mina announced with a mischievous grin.

Kirishima felt his heart skip a beat. He glanced at Bakugo, who was glaring daggers at the bottle, but there was no backing out now. With a deep breath, Kirishima stood up and held out his hand to Bakugo.

"Come on, Bakugo. It's just a game," he said, trying to keep his voice steady.

Bakugo huffed but took Kirishima's hand and let himself be led to the small closet in the corner of the room. The door closed behind them, plunging them into darkness.

The space was cramped, and they were forced to stand close to each other. Kirishima could feel the heat radiating from Bakugo's body, and it made his heart race even faster.

"So," Kirishima said, trying to break the tension. "Seven minutes, huh?"

"Yeah, whatever," Bakugo muttered, his voice unusually quiet. "Let's just get this over with."

Kirishima shifted awkwardly, searching for something to say. "You know, we could just talk. We don't have to do anything if you don't want to."

Bakugo let out a frustrated sigh. "Kirishima, you idiot. That's not the problem."

Kirishima blinked in confusion. "Then what is?"

There was a long pause, and Kirishima could hear Bakugo's breathing, heavy and uneven. Finally, Bakugo spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

"The problem is... I do want to."

Kirishima's eyes widened in the darkness. "You... what?"

Bakugo groaned, the sound filled with annoyance and embarrassment. "I want to, okay? But I don't know how to do this crap. It's not exactly my thing."

A slow smile spread across Kirishima's face as understanding dawned. "Kats, it's okay. We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. But if you want to... I'm here."

Bakugo didn't respond immediately, but Kirishima could feel him move closer. The air between them was thick with unspoken words and emotions. Kirishima took a deep breath, summoning his courage.

"Can I... kiss you?" he asked softly.

Bakugo was silent for a moment, then he muttered, "Damn it, Kirishima. Just do it already."

With a small laugh, Kirishima closed the distance between them, gently pressing his lips to Bakugo's. The kiss was tentative at first, both of them unsure and a little nervous. But as the seconds ticked by, it deepened, growing more confident and passionate.

Kirishima's hands found their way to Bakugo's shoulders, pulling him closer. Bakugo responded in kind, wrapping his arms around Kirishima's waist. The world outside the closet ceased to exist; there was only the warmth of their embrace and the electricity of their kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless. Kirishima rested his forehead against Bakugo's, smiling in the darkness.

"Wow," he said softly. "That was... amazing."

Bakugo huffed, but there was a softness in his voice. "Yeah, it was."

A knock on the closet door interrupted their moment. "Time's up!" Mina called out cheerfully.

They reluctantly pulled away from each other and opened the door to the expectant faces of their classmates. Kirishima stepped out first, his face flushed but his smile wide. Bakugo followed, his usual scowl back in place, but there was a new light in his eyes.

As they returned to the circle, Kirishima couldn't help but feel grateful for the game that had brought them closer. He glanced at Bakugo, who gave him a small, almost imperceptible nod. It was a silent promise of more moments like this to come.

And with that, the game continued, but Kirishima and Bakugo knew that something had changed between them—something wonderful and real.