Splash Green

4

Waking up next to someone close to you can be the best feeling in the world.
Kirishima got an ass in his face.
"Damnit Bakugo," I groan rolling over,
  Somehow he'd gone to sleep fully clothed, and stripped down to his boxers. That boy truly was a piece of work, not that I was complaining, I mean sure, I prefer not to have a foot planted in the middle of my back right now, but damn did he fill out those briefs well.
  A Gay man's hallelujah. I turn back over, careful to push Bakugo's foot to safety before I do. That boy had turned a full 180, and turned his blanket into a straight jacket. Too bad he hadn't made the pants too, I think, as he wraps his leg around my back. I shift, trying to keep him away from my lower half, no matter how bad an ass to the face was, a boner had to be worse.
No, I didn't have a wet dream, I had a dream where I got to meet hundreds of amazing detectives, but right as I finally got to meet Allmight I popped one and he laughed at me. Great dream, I'm so glad my subconscious is a dick.
  Bakugo groans, I snap my eyes shut and try to even out my breathing. I hear shifting, the leg is taken off me, then silence.
  "Kirishima?" He sounds like his Father, calm, quiet. "Oi, Kirishima," I roll onto my back and snuggle into my pillow. Silence, I hear both of us breathing, I crack an eye open, just enough to see, Bakugo doesn't notice, he's looking at my body. Well, that doesn't seem straight, I feel a soft touch on my leg, then ever so slowly it turns into a full palm, he traces my calf, then a muscle in my thigh.
  "Soft, not entirely unexpected." He breathes, he takes his hand away, more shuffling, the bed barely jostled. I feel the soft touch on my arm this time, it takes a little less time for him to palm my bicep.
WHAT THE FUCK?
WHAT IS HAPPENING?
Okay, calm, stay calm. That was very hard to do, especially right now, but I had to stay calm. If I were to harden even a bit I could shred Bakugo's hand, and give myself away. He moves to my shoulder, then to my chest. If my best buddy was going away, he's back to stay now, the blond adds his other hand to my chest, tracing everything, oh man, this was bad.
My breath catches as his hand grazes along my hip, he's statue still, I turn my face into the pillow and shift, if I "woke up" right now he'd probably string together that I'd been awake for a bit of that. But honestly, what the hell was he doing? Did he think I was different or something, like I didn't feel human because I could harden?
There it was, my quirk, I should have guessed, Bakugo had the same expression as Green boy when I showed him my quirk. Only, Midorya had been much weirder, he'd practically begged for me to harden and punch him, I didn't do it, but after two days of non-stop begging I was tempted.
Bakugo moved again, his hand was lighter this time, causing hot pinpricks to trail after his fingers. He palmed around my hips slowly, his thumbs slipping under my shirt.
  "Knock knock Katsuki." I shoot up, Bakugo still had a hand on my hip.
  "Finally, been trying to wake you Shitty Hair."
Bullshit
He whips his hand away and hurries to open the door, I dive onto the cot and toss the blanket over myself. The door opens to reveal a woman, she looks like Bakugo's sister, maybe?
  "Mom, what do you want."
Oh, not his sister, ok.
  "Breakfast you ungrateful-" his Mom gets the door slammed in her face. Bakugo turns,
  "SLAM" his Mother is in the room in an instant grabbing Bakugo's ear.
  "You little shit,"
  "Should I go?" I ask, loudly, both blondes look at me eyes wide.
  "No," His Mother blurts
  "Yes," Bakugo growls, he gets a whap on the back of his head.
  "I'm sorry, my idiot son has no sense of hospitality, we would love it if you stayed for breakfast?"
  "Kirishima," I say quickly,
"Eijiro," I then tack on.
  Bakugo's mother smiles,
  "Pleased to meet you Kirishima."
  "Likewise Mrs.?"
  "Call me Mitsuki."

She finally closed the door after depositing breakfast in bed, specifically mine, she'd told her lazy son to get his himself. I was just glad to have her out of the room and not insisting I stand, or "take off that blanket it's too warm in here for that."
  Now I just had to figure out how to get to the bathroom without being caught.
  "Oi," oof,
  "Hmm?" I look at Bakugo innocently,
  "You have a wet dream or something?"
  "No, why do you ask?"
  "Because You pitched your tent on my bed." My face reddens,
  "I don't know what you mean,"
  "Dude, I woke you up, I saw."
  "Well unsee?" Bakugo chuckles,
  "I can't unsee that, it waved hello to me." I choke on my orange juice, inside, I was screaming. I zip up my fly and button my pants,
  "Sorry," I mumbled, "These pants suck."
  "Honestly, I don't really care, but can I ask a question?"
  "Sure?"
  "Can you harden, down there?"
  "Down?" Bakugo fixes me with a dull look, "Oh, I mean, I haven't met someone who couldn't yet, 'sept like a few older folks."
  "Disgusting," I stiffen,
  "Wait, no I didn't mean, what? Why? You know what I meant you asshole."
  Bakugo laughs, "Okay, but for real, can you?"
  "Yeah, it's kinda uncomfortable,"
  "Always is,"
  "Shut up," Bakugo responds with a hoot of laughter.
  "Well, how does your quirk work?" I shift, and move my pants around,
  "I don't think you have time to discuss that Kirishima." Bastard,
  "Lotion?" I squeak angrily, Bakugo's eyes widen,
  "What if I have something better?" He questions,
  "Man, what is it?"
  "Has to do with my quirk."
  "No, I'm not letting you blow it off Mcsplode."
  "I-" he stops, then grins,
  "Only my Dad has a need for lotion, so you'll have to go to the downstairs bathroom."
"What?!" I shout, before clapping my hand over my mouth, I look toward the door, "shit," I look at the bathroom, I get an Idea, "You have to have shampoo," it's a race to the bathroom, I win, slamming the door in his face.
  "Kirishima!" He yells, banging on the door, I lock it, "Don't you dare defile my shampoo!" I hum as I look exactly for that, I find a small expensive bottle of shampoo.
  "Is this made of diamonds or what, damn."
  "Eijiro," he huffs through the door, I stiffen, "Ei, please don't, I'll go find something just, not my damn shampoo." I swallow, then look at the doorknob, I watch the lock slowly turn, then the knob, I toss away the shampoo. The door opens slowly, Bakugo stands there with a key, his face is red, and his breath puffs out in gasps. "Kirishima?"
  "That was a dirty thing to do."
  "It's only dirty if you're gay enough to fall for it." I stiffen, Bakugo grins, matching the glint in his eye.
  "Well then, it is dirty you admit it!" Bakugo rolls his eyes, he kicks the door shut.
  "Dirty or not, buckle up Kirishima." I look at Bakugo wide eyed,
  "You're the one that caused this whole thing, and now you're being a jerk about it." I cross my arms,
  "What's that mean?" He smirks,
  "Nothing," I respond,
  "Nothing?" he repeats,
  "Nope," he takes a step to the left,
  "Nada?" He starts to slowly circle me in the small bathroom, there's barely room for that.
  "I think Nada" I say, too cheerily, Bakugo grins, he crouches next to me,
  "Know what I think?"
  I respond "Hmm?" In a sickly sweet voice.
  "I think you've been lying since before you-" he makes air quotes, "- 'woke up,' am I right Eijiro?" I gulp,
  "What makes you think that?" Bakugo leans close to my ear,
  "You snore,"