I Even Like His Shitty Hair [Kiribaku]

Sharing a Bed is Actually Pretty Great

"So I know it's just a game but I have questions," Kirishima had said. Bakugou was still tense as he entered their room.

"You said you have a pet?" Kirishima called out as he got ready for bed in the bathroom.

Bakugou sagged with relief, fishing his phone out of his pocket as he got into bed. He held up his phone, showing Kirishima a photo of a cat as he turned off the light and got into bed next to him. It was a big, light haired cat with red eyes and fur that had an uncanny resemblance to Bakugou's own hair. "This is my cat. I wanted to call her Queen Murder Mits but my old hag calls her Rosie."

Kirishima couldn't stop the uncontrollable laugher that bubbled up his throat, keeling over as he held his stomach in a fit of hysterics. It took a few minutes before he finally got himself under control. "What the hell man! That cat looks just like you!"

Kirishima expected an explosion to the face but Bakugou just muttered, "Shut up you spikey haired punk," as he climbed under the covers.

Kirishima was still chuckling about Rosie when he turned off the light and joined Bakugou in the bed.

"So what colour did you dye your hair?" Bakugou asked.

"Ah red," Kirishima said tentatively.

Bakugou looked from his face to his hair and back again, eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.

"My hair's actually black, I dye it" Kirishima shrugged.

"Oh," replied Bakugou eloquently. "Ahh, why?"

"Well, back in middle school, I didn't like the way I was so I changed it," Kirishima said quietly into the darkness.

Bakugou shuffled closer, sensing Kirishima's unease. "I like it, it suits you," Bakugou said softly and wrapped his arms around him. He sensed there was more to the story but he figured Kiri would tell it when he was ready.

He nestled his head against Kirishima's shoulder. They were quiet for a while before Bakugou said, "My dream was about you."

"Huh?" Kirishima asked.

"Pinky's question from earlier, I had a dream about you."

Kirishima's eyes popped open and a small grin spread over his face. "What was it about?"

Bakugou shook his head. He'd wanted to ease the tension in Kirishima but had realised too late that he would no doubt want to talk about it.

"Aww, come on, you can't tell me that and then not give me any details. That's not fair," Kirishima whined. Bakugou still refused to answer so he continued, "Was it a good one at least?"

You have no idea, thought Bakugou wryly. He just nodded into Kirishima's shoulder.

Kirishima turned so they were face to face. "You're really not going to share?" he asked smiling.

"Maybe another day," Bakugou whispered as he shifted his face closer to Kirishima's.

Kirishima took the opportunity to brush his lips lightly over Bakugou's. The blonde reached up and twined his fingers through Kirishima's hair and kissed him back.

He'd been sneaking glances at him during the game and had wanted nothing more than to leave the common area to come back here and do just this. But he knew Kirishima was a social person so he'd answered the embarrassing questions and stayed.

The wait was worth it he thought as he flicked his tongue out to brush against Kiri's. Then they started really kissing, like they had in the training room. God had that really only been this afternoon?

Their kissing started to elicit sighs from both of them which turned into moans as they continued to explore the other's body. Hands roaming as their confidence grew.

Kirishima placed his hand flat against Bakugou's bare stomach and the blonde let out a groan. He rubbed his hand up and down marvelling at the way Bakugou's muscles rippled under his movements. His finger tips brushed the elastic of Bakugou's boxers.

Meanwhile, Bakugou had one hand twisted in Kirishima's shirt as the other explored the skin at his side and lower back, almost brushing against his ass.

Kirishima was the first to pull back, placing his hands back on Bakugou's chest and neck, softening his kisses. If they had kept going at that pace who knows what would have happened.

Bakugou gave him one last lingering kiss before he pulled back completely. He surreptitiously moved his hand down to adjust his underwear that had become uncomfortably tight during their activity.

He laid back with Kirishima's head cradled on his chest, "Are you sure you don't mind sharing your bed still?"

Kirishima scoffed, "Obviously not."

He rolled his eyes and thought about all that had happened during the day. He realised he hadn't felt this content in a long time, laying there with his boyfriend.

Wait.

He'd just thought of Kirishima as his boyfriend! Well he basically was. But that question from earlier was ringing in his ears and the fact that neither of them responded to it. His content mood was slowly giving way to unease. "Are you still awake?" he inquired softly.

"Hmm?" Kirishima hummed sleepily.

"S'ok, it can wait til morning," Bakugou answered quietly.

"I'm awake, what is it?" Kirishima responded, more alert now.

"Well, I guess I was just wondering what we are," Bakugou trailed off sounding uncomfortable.

"What do you mean?"

Why did Kirishima have to be so dense sometimes "I mean, like, us."

Kirishima rose up onto his elbow to peer down at Bakugou who had almost buried himself under the covers. Kirishima nervously bit his lip "Bakugo- Katsuki, will you be my boyfriend?" he asked sweetly, quietly.

"Yeah" Bakugou squeaked out "Yeah I will." Then, "You called me Katsuki.."

"Oh sorry, do you want me not to?"

"No, I like the way you say it," he said with a soft smile, snuggling down into the bed again.

Kirishima leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Bakugou's head, "Goodnight, Katsuki."

"Goodnight, Kiri," he replied reaching up to kiss his lips sweetly.

Kirishima beamed at the use of his own nickname and could have sworn he heard the word boyfriend before he drifted off to sleep, Katsuki cradled against his side.