Kiribakou/Bakushima One-shots

Hanahaki au

(Sorry for not updating in forever, but now that I know people read this, I'm more motivated to write more. Also, I've seen people write Hanahaki au's and they always differ slightly, so I made up some things I wasn't sure about, so sorry for any possible inaccuracies lol)

Kirishima quickly excused himself from lunch to go to the bathroom. As soon as he was out of sight of his friends, he started running, fearful that the flower petals would rise up from his throat before he was in the toilets.

It was an awful feeling, really. He had been coughing up the odd petal all day and knew there would soon be a lot of flower petals to be coughed up. He could feel them rising in his throat, hence why he excused himself.

He only realized he was in love when he coughed and an orange flower petal came out with a small spurt of blood. Who else could it be besides the blasty boy in his class?

He wasn't too shocked, to say the least. He kind of assumed it was bound to happen.

He also wasn't sure how long ago it started, but when he googled it, it seemed like there was a month left before he would die. Dying from a broken heart. Kind of funny in a sadistic sort of way.

Getting back to reality, he realized his body was on autopilot and he was already done with his little flowery 'episode' of sorts. He walked out of the stall, and saw Bakugou outside of his stall, staring in horror. Good thing the door was closed.

When he stepped out, Bakugou looked at him and asked, "Was that you in there?!" Kirishima bashfully nodded.

"Ok I thought something was going on, but this just proves it. We're going back to my dorm so I can take care of you until this gets over with." He stated, rather harshly, leaving no room to argue with him.

Kirishima wiped his face off and cleaned the blood that stayed on his face. Bakugou watched the entire time. Once Eijirou was done, Katsuki grabbed his wrist and dragged him out to the dorms.

Once they got there Bakugou dragged him to his dorm and basically threw him down onto his bed and tucked him under the sheets. He grabbed his trash can and placed it near his head on the floor.

He then said something along the lines of "don't fucking move" in Kirishima's direction before walking out of his room. Kirishima relaxed once he left. It didn't last for long seeing as he coughed a couple of times and immediately was tensed again thinking that he was going to throw up the petals. If Bakugou saw him, he would know Kirishima's secret; seeing as nobody else in their class had the favorite color of orange, it would be pretty obvious.

Bakugou walked back into the room with a wet cloth and put it on Kirishima's forehead. He didn't ask any questions about what had happened, which Kirishima greatly appreciated. He didn't think he was ready to answer questions just yet, especially to the person who's one-sided love was causing this.

"Baku-brooo. I have a headache!! And a sore throat, ugghhh!" Kirishima all but whined at him. He left for a couple of minutes and came back with Advil and a glass of water.

"Here you go, shitty hair" Kirishima smiled at him, and said a quick "Thanks!" before swallowing both pills dry and chugging the glass of water. Bakugou stared at him in shock for a second before deciding it wasn't worth correcting Kirishima's weird behaviors.

Eventually, Kirishima was knocked out cold. Partially from the meds making him drowsy, and partially because of the unexpected softness of Bakugou's bed. Since Bakugou had nowhere else to sleep, and, as he growled out to himself, "No way in hell am I sleeping on the floor of my own fucking dorm room."

He pushed Kiri over to the side of the bed and scooched in next to him. He gently pulled the covers over both of their bodies and noticed how warm Eijirou was. He delicately placed his head on Kirishima's chest, and sighed out, closing his eyes, and promptly falling asleep.

Kirishima woke up in a coughing fit, immediately reaching for the trashcan he knew was somewhere close to his head, but when he reached over, he was in a different position than when he fell asleep, and his aim was off. He felt something squishy in his hand, and definitely not the trashcan. He looked over, and it was Bakugou's ass. He noticed how him and Bakugou were cuddling, with him laying down flat on his back, and Bakugou's arms wrapped around his waist with his face in the crook of his neck. He quickly let go with red hot cheeks and continued with what he was doing, and he reached towards his trashcan. He held it up towards his mouth the best he could without sitting up since that would disturb Bakugou's sleeping position.

He realized that he had didn't have much to cough up besides a pedal and a little bit of blood. He had a moment's thought while putting the trashcan back that he had in fact disturbed Bakugou since he had started to move a little bit. He quickly saw that he was just moving around in his sleep, and continued with trying to fall back asleep since he still had an hour until he needed to get up for school. Not that Bakugou would let him go to school in his current condition, anyways.

Bakugou's movements didn't settle down though, and Kirishima began to worry that he was having a nightmare. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Bakugou started making soft little whiney moaning sounds. Definitely wasn't a nightmare; Kirishima could figure out that much.

He felt Bakugou start to grind into his side a little bit. He was kind of uncomfortable, but at the same time, he thought it was kind of hot. I mean this was his secret love after all. He shook Bakugou awake because the longer he waited to wake him u, the more of a creep he felt like. Bakugou looked at him with drowsy, just-waking-up eyes (holy shit that's adorable), and stared at Kiri for a couple of seconds. His face turned more and more red as he slowly registered what had happened in his dream.

"If you hate me forever for this, I fully accept that, but I'm about to do something really quickly," Bakugou said in his gravelly morning voice which again, holy shit.

"Wha- what are you talking about? There's nothing you could do to make me hate you-" Kirishima started, but got cut off by Bakugou suddenly springing up out of a lying position, and straddling Kirishima's waist.

"Bakugou- what-" But he was again interrupted. But this time, something soft falling on top of his lips. He stared, wide-eyed at Bakugou's relaxed face and closed eyes before realizing what was happening. The love of his life was kissing him!

Before he got the chance to reciprocate his feelings, he could feel Bakugou's lips slowly removing themselves from his own. Before he could completely disconnect their lips, however, Kirishima grabbed a hold of Bakugou by the back of the head and pulled his head back down towards his own eager lips.

They just held the kiss for a minute, spilling out all of the pent up tension, and passion before pulling away from each other.

"Wow," they said in breathless unison.

Kirishima realized that he had no sudden urge to cough up more flowers, or blood. He knew Bakugou reciprocated his love, and the Hanahaki had gone away. He looked up in surprise at the explosive boy.

"I love you, Katsuki. Thank you for making the Hanahaki go away."

"I love you too Eijirou." Kirishima waited with bated breath to see if Bakugou was going to make a comment on the last sentence.

He waited a couple of moments until Bakugou registered what he had said.

"You had Hanahaki? And you didn't tell me??? You absolute shitty haired nerd!" He kind of yelled at him. Kirishima just giggled in response to Bakugou's words.

They just laid there with each other, Bakugou running his hands through Kirishima's hair, and Kirishima tracing little designs on Bakugou's chest with his finger.

Suddenly a loud knock came from Bakugou's dorm's door, interrupting the serene moment they had. They heard Denki's shout as loud as if he was standing next to them and screaming in their ears.

"Don't y'all be fucking in there!! We are children of Jesus!"

Holy shit y'all I really just wrote a 1386 word story in one night lmao