I Even Like His Shitty Hair [Kiribaku]

I Just Couldn't Help Myself

During class that day, Kirishima caught Bakugou stealing glances at him more than once. He pretended like he hadn't noticed to see if he would keep it up. Toward the end of their last class, Bakugou seemed to be looking at him more than at the board; there was definitely something on his mind.

The bell rang which snapped him out of it. He stood abruptly with his hands jammed into his pockets and made his way toward Kirishima's desk.

"Train with me," Bakugou said, low enough for only Kirishima to hear and it wasn't so much a question as it was a command.

"Yeah man, always. Now?" Kirishima eagerly replied.

Bakugou just nodded curtly and made his way out the door.

They both seemed lost in their thoughts on the way to the training room. Kirishima was watching his friend, trying to work out what was going through his head. He was in a mood today and he didn't know if that was good or bad.

Probably bad for his body, he scoffed. Bakugou sure knew how to take his bad mood out on his opponent.

Kirishima wondered if his mood was because of him. They'd almost kissed a day ago and neither of them had acknowledged it yet.

Then there had been last night and whatever that was about. Obviously Kirishima wanted to kiss him but he wasn't sure if Bakugou had worked out his feelings yet. Maybe he just needed an opportunity to act on them.

Bakugou hadn't noticed Kirishima looking at him because he was lost in his own thoughts too. He couldn't keep his eyes off him today! He's just so easy to look at. Always fucking smiling. His little look of concentration when he's working out a problem is really cute too.

What!? He'd just thought of Kirishima as cute. Tch, he really needed to explode something. Maybe the red head's stupidly cute face.

They arrived at the training room with no one else in sight and changed into sweat pants, leaving their torsos bare as had become their norm. They warmed up a little and fell into an easy rhythm of offence and defence.

Kirishima noticed Bakugou was going pretty hard. It had been a while since he'd seen him this worked up. After a particularly heavy blow, Bakugou seemed to get the upper hand and threw Kirishima to the ground.

Bakugou pinned him down, his legs on either side of his torso, sitting on his waist. "Ugh not again man, I really thought I was getting better," Kirishima grumbled as he pushed into a sitting position, rising up on his hands and shortening the space between them.

Bakugou knew Kirishima's eyes were red but being this close allowed him to see the darker crimson at the centre and the golden flecks that he'd never noticed before.

Kirishima could tell something had changed when he looked back up at Bakugou's face, he was watching him closely.

The training room seemed to fade into the background as Bakugou continued looking at him intently, his eyes flicking from his lips to his eyes and back again.

Bakugou wanted to kiss him! The realisation hit him and his pulse hammered in his ears. 

Kirishima leaned a little further toward him, shortening the distance until there were only centimetres between their lips, giving the choice to Bakugou. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

His gaze dipped to his lips. He was so sure it was coming when Bakugou inhaled sharply, pushed off him and stood up.

Kirishima flopped back to the ground,  groaning. Bakugou wanted him, he was so sure of it.

He flung his arm across his eyes waiting for the sound of the training room door to slam but it never came.

He peeked around his arm and saw Bakugou watching him. He was leaning against the bench near the door, hands braced against the rail behind him. It was like he had tried to leave but never quite got there.

It was now or never. Kirishima made a split second decision.

He stood up, keeping eye contact, and slowly walked toward Bakugou, giving him time to back out.

A little to his surprise, Bakugou stood perfectly still, eyes on him.

Bakugou's heart was pounding in his ears, but he stayed where he was, focused on Kirishima approaching him. His mouth went dry from taking in the view of the other boy as he closed the distance between them. He still had a light sheen of sweat over his muscles.

Kirishima stepped in front of him and ever so slowly ran his fingertip from Bakugou's hip, up over his abs and chest to rest at his neck.

Bakugou's eyes had fluttered closed. Kirishima leaned in. "Tell me to stop," he whispered in his ear.

Bakugou could feel his heat envelope him as he leaned in and shuddered at the feel of his breath against his ear.

Kirishima pushed his thigh between both of Bakugou's and caught his ear lobe between his teeth. He felt Bakugou shudder as he ran his lips down the blonde's neck, nipping where his neck met his shoulder, tasting his skin.

Bakugou let out a groan and muttered "Fuck it" before he pushed Kirishima against the wall.

He took his face in his hands and claimed his mouth with his own.

Kirishima shuddered under him, wrapping his arms around his neck. He thread his hands through Bakugou's hair and deepened the kiss.

It was more than he possibly could have imagined, he had expected him to back out. He should have known better, Bakugou never backed down from anything.

He ran his tongue along Bakugou's bottom lip seeking permission. He silently accepted and opened his mouth, allowing Kirishima to slide his tongue against his.

This was exactly what Kirishima had imagined kissing Bakugou would be like, it was urgent and hot and intense and everything he could have dreamed of.

Bakugou felt like he was going to combust. He'd been able to look at Kirishima before but now he was able to touch. He let his hands roam over his body, squeezing his shoulders and feeling his way down Kirishima's back.

They made out frantically, until Bakugou broke the kiss, panting. Kirishima chuckled, feeling triumphant that he could affect him so much.

"Fucking finally," Bakugou muttered under his breath, low enough for Kirishima not to hear.

"I knew you wanted me," Kirishima teased in a gravelly voice. "Come find me if you want a repeat, you know I'm up for it," he said softly against his ear. He stepped around him, grabbed his things and headed out the door.

He didn't know what had come over him when he'd said that but he was sure Bakugou was going to do something like try and take it back and Kirishima couldn't quite deal with that right now.

Retreating. How unmanly.

He'd wanted to save Bakugou from his own oncoming awkwardness that was sure to follow but he'd also needed to avoid throwing himself back into his arms. He realised he was grinning like an idiot.

Bakugou was still standing in the training room, trembling slightly.

He ran his hand through his hair. What had he said? "I knew you wanted me."

Well that was fucking obvious now, asshole.