I Still Like His Shitty Hair [Kiribaku]

Ready To Go Again?

"I like living here and I'd rather not get kicked out for leaving scorch marks all over the gym. No quirks?" Kirishima asked as they entered the shared gym space on the eighth floor.

Bakugou gave a customary "Whatever" in reply.

Kirishima had missed this, they used to spar a couple of times a week when they were at school and sparring with the others at his agency just wasn't the same.

He was surprised how easily they fell into a natural rhythm but he noted a few new moves Bakugou hadn't used before and knew he had some of his own to try out. They'd both learned a lot since they had last trained together.

He was about to comment on it when Bakugou took advantage of his lapse in concentration and swept his legs out from under him. He landed on his back and Bakugou didn't hesitate to pin him down.

It had been an intense twenty minutes but Bakugou finally had him pinned to the ground. It was the longest Kirishima had lasted against him and he was suitably impressed at his improvements.

Kirishima looked up at him from where he lay underneath him, breathing hard. Bakugou met his eyes and leaned a fraction closer. Kirishima swallowed, anticipation coursing through him as he tried to slow his racing heart while Bakugou leaned closer still.

When there was only a couple of inches between their lips, he moved his face to the left and dipped his head to whisper in Kiri's ear "I still win."

Kirishima pushed at his shoulders but wrapped his legs around him and flipped them over, effectively reversing their positions. "I'm not letting you get what you want that easily."

It was just playful banter but Bakugou thought there might have been something else behind his words. Did he want there to be? He did, but it was stupid of him, he was only messing around after all. He looked up at him with a smirk on his face and decided to push his luck "I always get what I want, Eijirou."

Kirishima laughed at him playfully and rolled his eyes before pushing up off him. "Ready to go again?" But his thoughts couldn't be further from sparring, replaying what had just happened instead.

Kirishima relaxed as he felt the hot water wash over him, washing away the tension in his muscles from their workout. He couldn't help his thoughts from drifting to a certain blonde and his teasing, almost kiss. He was surprised at how much he'd wanted it, even though it would ruin the tenuous friendship they'd found their way back to.

Maybe that's just how it would be from now on, one of them doing something stupid and having to apologise. He shook his head and realised the water had started to run cool, he'd been lost in his thoughts for so long. He dried off and tied his hair back out of his face before pulling on a shirt and some comfy sweats.

He padded into his lounge room and looked out the window. He smiled when he saw the colour the sky had turned, remembering how much Bakugou liked sunsets. All the times they would go hiking and stay overnight, Bakugou would make sure they watched the sunset.

Thinking quickly, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent him a message 'Meet me on the roof in five, I have a surprise for you.'

Bakugou looked at his phone and reread the message a couple of times. What the hell could he have to show him on the roof? He made a disgruntled noise and threw on his hoodie. He really hated surprises.

Bakugou made it to the roof a couple of minutes later and saw that Kirishima was already there. The sun had dipped low and cast the rooftop in oranges and pinks, giving Kirishima a glowing outline against the sky. 

Kirishima turned when he heard the door close and waved him over to where he was leaning against the barrier. "Hey man, I wanted to show you this." He indicated with his hand toward where the sun was dipping out of sight. "It's amazing from up here at this time of year." He only then realised how romantic the whole situation was. He swallowed hard and pushed the thought away, looking back toward the horizon.

Bakugou was taken aback by how thoughtful the gesture was. Sunsets were his guilty pleasure, always had been. They'd taken on a new meaning though after watching them countless times with Kirishima, his eyes often wandering to his face instead of the show.

His eyes would always find Kirishima and he'd marvel at the way the colours played across his features, picking up the gold in his eyes and setting his hair on fire. He felt the stab of all those memories to his heart as he turned back toward the colourful display, coming to stand close to him at the edge.

Kirishima caught a glimpse of Bakugou's face, his expression was calm with just a hint of something clouding his features. He almost looked sad. He'd wanted to show him something beautiful but he had a feeling he'd really messed this up and fixed his eyes back where they were supposed to be.

Bakugou's eyes strayed back to Kirishima out of habit as the colours slowly turned darker, bathing him in their glow. This was his favourite time, when the oranges melted into purples and turned his skin a dark pink as if he was blushing just for him.

Kirishima felt Bakugou looking at him and he turned slowly, letting his gaze move over his face, finally coming to rest on his eyes. He found an intensity in them that was only highlighted by the colours reflected there and he was unable to look away.

Bakugou moved slowly, as if any sudden movements would break the spell they had cast over themselves, and reached out to push a lock of Kirishima's hair that had come loose of it's restraint back behind his ear.

Kirishima's eyes fluttered closed at the soft touch and he leaned into it. His heartbeat had drowned out everything else as he felt Bakugou lean into him.

Kirishima released a small sigh that Bakugou wasn't even sure he was aware of and that was all it took. Before he could think better of it, he closed the remaining distance between them and pressed his lips to Kirishima's.

It was so soft and fleeting that Kirishima almost thought he'd imagined it. Bakugou's lips had only brushed his and pulled away. He opened his eyes to see Bakugou looking back at him, hesitantly waiting for his reaction. Kirishima reached out and pulled him against his body, pressing his lips back to his and thread his hands into his hair.

Kirishima was kissing him back. The thought barely registered before he responded tentatively. But as Bakugou melted into the kiss, it was more like pulling on his favourite worn out tee-shirt that just fit so perfectly, so comfortably. It was more like relief to have found something he had lost.

And it was a very dangerous feeling indeed.

Kirishima didn't remember that anything could feel so good until Katsuki's tongue flicked out and brushed his. He was lost to the sensations that just felt so right, so familiar. So comforting and loving.

Abruptly, he stepped back. He looked at Katsuki's face and opened his mouth to speak.

"Don't you dare apologise. I kissed you first." Bakugou cut him off.

Kirishima shared a small smile with him "I guess you did. Should we just blame it on the sunset?"

Bakugou snorted softly before he returned the smile "You know it can't happen again though don't you? We'll both end up getting hurt again."

Kirishima nodded in agreement "Yeah, I know." Even though he wasn't so sure about it.