𝐀 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 ⇝ 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮

Chapter 31: Answers

Kirishima's POV

I forced open my eyes, the feeling of a heavy weight on his side had initially woken me up. I looked down to see someone's arm draped over my side, holding me in a sideways hug.

"Bakugou?" I whispered, looking up to see said blonde. I felt the blush rush to my face when I realised what position we were in.

'What do I do? What if Bakugou blows me up after waking up? For heaven's sake, we aren't even dating! At least I don't think we are,' I thought, holding my breath and looking away from Bakugou, I started thinking more about it. 'Are we dating? I mean, we've never spoken about it since yesterday, but he did confess and I confessed too.'

"Morning, shitty hair," a calm voice silenced my thoughts and made me, once again, look up.

"Morning, Bakugou," I whispered, smiling up at him timidly. He didn't say anything and just stared at me, making me think that there was something on my face.

"Is there something on my face?" I asked, lifting a hand to my face. I stopped when he kissed me on the forehead and told me,

"There's nothing there, don't worry."

"O-okay," I replied, mentally cursing myself for stuttering. I stared up at him for a moment longer, telling myself I'd might as well ask him now instead of later.

"So," I started, gaining Bakugou's attention quite quickly. "Are we, uh, a thing?"

"I don't fucken know," Bakugou replied, seemingly just as confused as I was regarding the state of our relationship. I decided I'd just keep quiet, somewhat enjoying the state we both were in; warm, content and wanted.

I closed my eyes, inching closer to Bakugou, my grip around him tightening. I don't know why, but I had this unnerving feeling that he'd disappear if I didn't hold him tighter, that he'd leave me for someone better.

"What was I like?" I whispered, a question I've asked before, but never so desperately. I wanted to know what he was like— the better Kirishima. "Before everything, I mean."

"Different," Bakugou replied. I suppose this was Bakugou and for the short time I've known him, he usually gives vague responses.

"How? Like, a good different or a bad different?" I pressed on, holding onto him tighter. I was getting a little anxious.

"Just. . ." Bakugou was silent.

'Did I press too much? Did I make him uncomfortable? Maybe he's mad at me for asking too much? Will he leave?'

"I like the you you are now."

Bakugou spoke in such a hush tone that I almost couldn't hear it over my own thoughts. He couldn't have said that, could he?

"What do you mean?"

"You're so much stronger than you were, in physical and mental strength I guess," Bakugou mumbled. I blinked a few times. He continued on. "I heard what you were saying to Aizawa and, you're just so fucking amazing. I know you're hurting inside, but you're trying your best to move on from all the shit that's going on and I swear to god, I don't think anyone could do the shit you're doing right now."

I was quiet, tears threatening my eyes. Did he actually mean it?

"You're just, so much stronger than I am," Bakugou said the last words much more quietly. I stayed silent, having no clue on what to do. Bakugou had such a huge ego so why would he be saying these things to me?

I dug my face into Bakugou's chest and whispered, "You aren't giving yourself much credit."

Bakugou scoffed. "And you are?"