BNHA Oneshots

Cherry Stem

"Can you tie a cherry stem into a knot with your tongue?"

"Fuckin hell, Kirishima, it's two a.m!" Bakugo smacked the boy laying next to him.The moonlight was shining through the open window curtains, painting the room in a silver glow. It was a particularly bright night under the full moon, and both boys were restless after a day full of adrenaline.

"Ow! It was just a question, you didn't need to hit me!" Kirishima wined. He turned over on to his stomach and poured at the blonde, despite the other's immunity to puppy eyes.

"Shut up!" Bakugo rolled onto his stomach and laid an arm across the red-haired intruder. He nudged his nose into the space between Kirishima's shoulder and head and muttered "Why are you even in here?"

Kirishima had silently barged into Bakugou's room around half an hour earlier. His lame excuse of "I couldn't sleep" was useless when it came to explaining why he'd gone to Bakugou's room out of all his choices. The two boys had grown close after nearly a year of class together, and Kirishima was the only person he'd let touch him, let alone lay in his bed with him and cuddle him.

"No shit, you think about these stupid ass things all night."

"Yeah-"

"SHUT UP!"
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Kirishima woke up, nuzzled against his best friend. He laid there next to him and watched Bakugo. The morning light emitted a soft golden glow into the room, a stark contrast to the night before. Bakugou looked peaceful as he slept and Kirishima realized that he could get used to waking up next to him.

Kirishima sat up, regretting his decision immediately as the blonde's arm fell into his lap. He breathed in slowly, attempting to keep his composure. The idea of Bakugou willingly holding Kirishima in his arms blew his mind, and it happened last night. He shook his head in disbelief, bringing a hand up to his face. His hands were cold so he used them to cool the warmth that he crept on to his cheeks.

As he sat there, lost in his thoughts, the boy laying next to him began to stir. A soft groan brought Kirishima back to reality, blinking twice before looking down. He watched Bakugou rub his eyes, letting them adjust to the light.

"G'morning, Bakugou," Kirishima said, baring a toothy smile.

Bakugou sat up, wincing at the light that peaked through the semi-closed curtains. "'Mornin..." be muttered, looking around for a moment until his eyes focused on something in the right corner of his room. Kirishima's eyes followed to look at the corner, but was only confused when he didn't see anything but a chair.

He looked back at Bakugou, his eyes fixating on the light blush across his cheeks and nose. It was rare to catch the blonde with his guard down, but when he did, Kirishima would take a mental snapshot of the moment. Bakugou seemed to snap back to reality when his eyes darted towards the blanket that was covering the two boys.

"Kirishima, get you clammy ass hand off of my thigh before I blast you through the wall." The threat somehow seemed more dangerous when spoken so calmly like Bakugou had. Kirishima's eyes snapped down to the blanket, his hands flying up next to his head.

"Sorry! I didn't realize-"

"Fuckin whatever," Bakugou interrupted, "Get out of my damn room, Shitty Hair."

Kirishima sighed, "alright, alright," he and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He yawned, bringing his hand to cover his mouth, and then stood. Kirishima stretched his arms out and rolled his head, but his leaving was distracted by a chime coming from his phone.

(Kamibro)
Heyyyy sup Kiri?

(Kirishima)
Nothin much bro. You need something?

(Kamibro)
I was wondering if ya wanted to go and eat lunch with the rest of the gang and I? I'm almost positive you're at Bakugou's, so he can tag along too!