I Still Like His Shitty Hair [Kiribaku]

It's Not Just Coffee

The kiss had been replaying in Bakugou's mind for days. It had been everything he wanted and not enough all at the same time. When it was over, he'd been reduced to ash, having gone up in flames under Kirishima's touch. Then, he hadn't been prepared for the emptiness that had spread through his body when Kirishima stepped away from him.

As he sat at his desk in his rented apartment and tried to distract himself with work that he didn't actually have to do, all he could concentrate on was how much he wanted to kiss him again. He knew if he did though, he wouldn't be able to stop himself at just a kiss. He wouldn't be satisfied with just a kiss.

He shook his head, he shouldn't do this, it wasn't just some random hookup that he'd never see again. This was the boy he used to love. Probably still did if he cared to examine his feelings more closely, which he most definitely did not. He would leave to go back to work but his heart would be left here with Kirishima.

Even if he could do it without his feelings getting involved, he knew Eijirou wouldn't be able to. He felt things too deeply, despite his carefree, lighthearted personality. He scrubbed his hands over his face realising he wouldn't be able to get back to his report.

He picked up his phone, knowing he was playing with fire, and sent a message to Kirishima. 'Where's the best coffee around here?'

Kirishima knew it was a stupid thing to do, kissing Bakugou like that, but he couldn't quite bring himself to regret it. He hadn't really been nervous about seeing him again until his phone buzzed and he saw a text from Bakugou. He opened the message and sent a quick reply, not quite knowing what to expect in response 'There's a cute little shop across the street. I go there all the time. The one with the blue doors'

Bakugou didn't actually care about where to go for a cup of coffee, he just wanted an excuse to see Kirishima again and the idiot wasn't taking the hint. He typed out his next message a couple of times before he decided on a simple 'Are you busy?'

Bakugou was inviting him for coffee? They'd developed a love for coffee in their last year at UA when their schedules had become hectic and it was something they enjoyed doing together. Surely that was a good sign and they could get on with being friends. He knew if he said no, it would make things so much more awkward when he did see him at the Young Heroes Conference. If he really thought about it though, he'd been looking for his own excuse to see him again. 'Nah, heading there now?' he quickly typed back.

Bakugou felt his heart skip as he read over the words and sent back 'Meet you there in 5?'

Kirishima smiled at the message and sent a thumbs up in response. He got ready and fixed his hair, putting in a little more effort than was strictly necessary. He grabbed his wallet on the way out and headed in the direction of the shop.

Once he made it inside, he spotted Bakugou with his own coffee waiting for him in a booth toward the back and quickly placed his order.

Bakugou's eyes hadn't left Kirishima since the moment he stepped into the café. Admiring how good he still looked. He dropped his gaze when he grabbed his coffee and made his way over.

Kirishima smiled to see that Bakugou's taste in coffee hadn't changed. He didn't know how he could drink the bitter stuff like that, he had so much cream and sugar in his own that Bakugou liked to point out how it barely tasted like coffee anymore. Kirishima was pretty sure that was the point, no one actually liked the taste of it straight did they?

"I don't know how you can drink that with no cream." Kirishima said as he sat down across from him in the small booth.

Bakugou shrugged but the side of his mouth ticked up "It suits me don't you think? Bitter and strong."

Kirishima snorted "Do you still have sugar in it?"

Bakugou nodded.

Kirishima grinned "You're right, harsh at first but actually sweet underneath."

Bakugou rolled his eyes and kicked him lightly under the table. Then he remembered something "Says you, Mr. I-Still-Sleep-With-A-Stuffed-Toy."

Kirishima swallowed and his eyes widened in horror, Bakugou had seen that? He recovered enough to say "Yeah well, you bought it for me, so it really only proves my point doesn't it?" His face heated slightly and he hoped the blush wasn't as visible as it felt.

Bakugou connected the dots and a soft "Oh" escaped his mouth. He hadn't realised what exactly Kirishima had been cuddling. That damn toy dragon he'd brought him in their first year had sat on his bed ever since. Still did, apparently. He smiled and before he could think better, blurted "That's so fucking cute, Eijirou."

Kirishima blushed furiously at his words, caught off guard by the remark. He didn't know what he expected him to say but that was certainly not it. He nervously bit his lip in embarrassment.

Bakugou felt heat stir in his belly at the sight before him. He'd never quite become immune to Kirishima's blushes and the effect was still strong. Then he had to go and bite his lip. He groaned at the sight. "Don't do that."

"Do what?" Kirishima asked, confused. He subconsciously flicked his tongue out to soothe the skin that his teeth had left impressions in.

Bakugou couldn't help the growl that bubbled up his throat so he picked up his mug to muffle the sound "You still don't know what you do to me." Bakugou muttered quietly into his coffee, not quite loud enough for Kirishima to hear.

Kirishima's knee bumped his under the table but instead of pulling it back, he left it where it was. The subtle contact was making Bakugou hyperaware of every movement of his body and it was sending tingles up his leg.

Bakugou sat his drink back down and smiled ruefully at him. "Nothing, Red."

Kirishima's confusion was replaced with joy at Bakugou's use of his old nickname. His eyes widened and he grinned, not even trying to hide it.

Bakugou huffed a laugh at his expression and smiled back. In that moment he knew what he wanted. Dumb coffee dates and soft casual touches, watching the sunset on the roof and sharing Eijirou's bed. He wanted it more than he realised. This was worth fighting for.

It wasn't fair to either of them to start something while they still lived so far away but there was nothing wrong with a few flirty touches to ease the ache in his chest in the mean time. He wondered how long he could keep it to just that though; his self control didn't seem to be very high when it came to Eijirou.