Closer to You | KiriBaku

Warm Hugs

// POV: Kirishima //

I need to ask. I need to know. I don't want to bring it up, but I have to know. While slipping on the t-shirt I had possibly... maybe... intentionally left in the room I decided it would be a good time to ask. "I didn't plan on asking, but I've got to know...why did you have my hoodie?" His eyes widened and he quickly turned away from me, probably to hide his now pink cheeks. "It's alright if you don't want to talk about it, Bakugou. I was just wondering." I don't want to pressure him into anything. "I am just curious because that isn't something I thought you were even capable of doing." Bakugou looked up at me. His eyes had a glint of something in them...compassion?

It was barely there, but I saw it. "Hey...if you..." I sat down on the bed beside him, the look in his eyes not leaving my mind. He directed his eyes back to the floor. "Baku, if you want the hoodie you are welcome to keep it."

He lifted his eyes and turned his head toward me. Before I could process what he was doing, he was grasping the collar of my t-shirt. He pulled me closer, not loosening his grip and holding on like a needy child. Like this, Bakugou looked weak - helpless even.

"I don't want the hoodie dumbass! I want you! I want you all to myself...I want to call that stupid, beautiful smile mine!" A sting of shock ran up my spine and through every nerve I had. He let go and let his head fall onto my chest.

It was like time had stopped. The only thing that mattered to me, or even existed, was Bakugou and the words he had let slip from his lips. I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed him back, then moving my hand to underline his jaw.

"...And I want the hoodie." I couldn't help but laugh at that and pull him into a hug.

   "You can have it...as long as you keep me too, of course." I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around me, returning the hug.

Bakugou has everyone convinced he doesn't feel anything. That he is just some emotionless creature who cares for nothing. Recently I've started to uncover the real Bakugou. He is a softie for hugs, though you'll never hear that from him. I figured this out from seeing the warm expression he tries and fails to hide and because no matter the circumstances, he can't help but hug back. He loves being hugged. He always has.

// POV Switch: Bakugou //

I know being wrapped in Kirishima's arms doesn't change anything, but it makes me feel safer. It makes me feel like nothing can hurt me. I can probably protect myself better than he can...but it's so warm and soft.

        // POV Switch: Third Person //

    Kirishima knew Bakugou well. He knew how much he loved being wrapped in his arms. But Kirishima also knew if they didn't get into bed soon, both Bakugou and himself would be exhausted in the morning.

    "Hey...I know you're tired." Kirishima said, loosening his grip. He broke the embrace and looked into Bakugou's tired, red eyes. Kirishima's senses were coming back to him. He was now very much aware of the test Aizawa had planned for tomorrow. "Let's get to bed, okay?"

   Bakugou formed his face back into that all too familiar angry expression. "Fine," he hissed as he slid under his covers.

   A while after Kirishima had done the same, Bakugou pulled the hidden hoodie out from under his pillow and the sleepy blond wrapped his arms around it. He took in the soft feel of it with the sweet scent, soon succumbing to slumber.

♥️ Short & Sweet ♥️