Long Time Coming

Subtle and Subtext

Man he was tired. It was the cold, he was sure of it. And the snow. His arm looped around Bakugou's shoulders naturally as they manoeuvred through the mess of kids stacking plates full of food.

"Oi!" Bakugou bristled, turning to the seated group with venom, Kirishima's arm tucked him in closer taking the sting out of his words as warmth flooded through him. "I cooked most of this shit you could have saved more of it for us."

Uraraka shrugged, her cheap streak making an appearance, "We have to pay for it. I'm getting my money's worth. Most of this is going into storage containers and straight into the freezer." She turned back to her food, "It's sure good though, thank you!"

Kirishima laughed as he sat, dragging Bakugou down with him, his joggers getting tangled in the chair for a moment. "It smells so good." He took a huge bite of a gross mix of a little of everything. "What's the first movie?"

Tsuyu shrugged, "Well we didn't pick an order. We could draw titles out of a hat?" Her finger pressed against her chin as she let out a little ribbit.

"That's a good idea." Midoriya grinned, standing with his empty plate and moving to the drinks. "Clever to get thermos cups instead of regular glasses too." He praised, raising his empty cup to Bakugou.

"What the fuck ever." Bakugou slumped in his chair, his shoulder sliding against Kirishima who nudged him gently with a grin.

It was... progress.

"Usually people say thanks." He leaned down, whispering.

"Usually people aren't surrounded by selfish asshole." He tsked, looking up with a sarcastic grin just to quickly wrench his gaze back to his plate.

Kirishima was too close, too warm, too friendly. Sleepy he was even more disarming than usual. Bakugou pulled away as the redhead buried himself in his meal, essentially inhaling the dish before going back for seconds. Kirishima took a deep breath as he scooped more rice and meat onto his plate, following it with a helping of noodles smiling as he thought about the things Bakugou would say when he saw the pulling plate. Not his fault, it was cheat day and he was way under on his macros and micros. He could afford the extra carbs anyway. He'd just visit the gym later and throw in some extra reps. He squeezed in back beside Bakugou.

"Fuck, Hair-for-Brains." He dropped his food in surprise and disgust. "Why not just take the whole table?"

"Too much fiber." He joked back, getting an elbow in the ribs in return.

"Fuck off Kirishima. Seriously how do you eat that much?" He worked out between chews, watching as kids grabbed desserts and moved upstairs.

"Mmph." He shrugged, swallowed. "Think there'll be room for us left upstairs?"

"Chew, Kirishima." Bakugou growled, standing with his empty plate. "Imma get us everything. Those fuckers upstairs ain't clever getting cider or hot chocolate. Idiots. There's a shit ton of thermos' up here. They got two fists. Elbows. Fucking ain't clever-"

"Oh my God." Kirishima chuckled as Bakugou grumbled his way to the table, filling the cups up, grabbing a bowl that he filled with various snacks and desserts. "You're so grumpy when you're tired." He perked. "Oh my God. That explains everything . You're always tired. You're always grumpy."

Bakugou turned slowly, the look on his face murderous. "Don't."

"I... I figured out the Bakucode."

"You fu-"

Kirishima dumped his empty plate, grabbing his cups. "You need to nap more, bro."

They shuffled to the elevator, arms filled with food.