This Tattoo

I'm the One

Kirishima took a while to really, truly, trust Bakugou.
He never said it, but Bakugou could see it in the relieved way he relaxed each time the blond came home from class, and the way he hesitated every touch, like he was trying not to fall too deeply.
Bakugou had hurt him and it was going to be a long road to recovery. He knew this and he didn't argue it.
A few months of living together, however, had started to scratch the barriers that Kirishima had put up. He allowed himself to cave in on affection a lot more often.
Bakugou tried his best to prove himself whenever he could. He brought home flowers every once in a while and did most of the cooking (since the other two were useless in that aspect). He even learned how to make Kirishima's shitty protein shakes so he could prepare them for him on days when he had to leave the apartment early for class.
He really TRIED with Kirishima, harder than he had tried with anybody. After all; it was what he deserved.
And he found that, after a while, he didn't have to try. He enjoyed having Kirishima around, genuinely. He loved the way the redhead cheered when he watched the manly action heroes in the movies beat up bad guys, and the way he nodded his head to the shitty eighties rock he listened too.
Bakugou even loved the focus that he put into his hair, despite him spending forty minutes every morning in the bathroom over it.
He found that, with every passing night, he was growing fonder and fonder of this damn muscle-headed idiot.
"I wish I had given in sooner." Bakugou whispered one night as the pair curled up in bed, breathing soft and warm against the cold chill outside their blankets. Everything felt muted and full, like the first snowfall of the year, before the snowplows and vehicles came out to play.
"I wish you had too." Kirishima laughed softly, closing his eyes.
He was so beautiful like this. It made Bakugou's heart rate increase. Kiri seemed to notice because he smirked, clutching onto the front of Bakugou's tank top.
"I love you." The words came unexpectedly and from Bakugou's mouth. The blond blinked, knowing that he hadn't told his voice to speak them but meaning them nonetheless.
Kirishima's eyes flickered back open and a smile broke out on his face.
"I love you, too." He beamed.
"You're an idiot." Bakugou rolled his eyes.
Kirishima snuggled in close, sighing with total endearment.
"Do you think we'll be together in eighty years?"
"Do you think we'll live that long?"
"Yes."
"Then yeah, I think we will."
Kirishima's chuckle vibrated across Bakugou's chest.
"We should get married." He whispered.
"I guess we should." Bakugou agreed.
"You really think so?"
"Yeah. We should totally get married." Bakugou couldn't believe what he was saying. A year ago, he wouldn't have been caught dead thinking about marriage. "But we have to wait until Jiro and Kaminari get married first.
"I can't believe we never figured out that you roommate was dating one of my friends until last week."
"That's because there was never any room in the story for anything but drama between us."
"Jesus, Bakugou, it's too late at night to be breaking the fourth wall."
"Well, how else are we going to get the word count up?"
"It's already at minimum. You can relax."
Bakugou laughed, "This soul mate thing didn't turn out as bad as I thought it would."
"Yeah." Kirishima agreed. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Okay cool, I'm finally done. It was a tough one but I made it through. I'm going to try to come back on Monday with another fantasy au, but then you'd only get 5 chapters Before march break and then nothing for a week. I'll see how I feel because my homework is getting pretty heavy right now. Hope to see you then!
-shick