Satan's Favorite // kiribaku

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"Hey, do you have a name?" Kirishima asked.

"Yeah. Satan. The Devil. Etcetera."

"No. No, like an actual name."

"Oh, yeah. Bakugou Katsuki."

"The Devil's name is Bakugou Katsuki?"

"And your name is Kirishima Eijiro? We're to be friends. Friends do not make fun of each other's names."

"I didn't know Bakugou Katsuki, the Devil, was so formal with his speaking." Kirishima tilted his head back a bit, then jumped on his bed.

"What do you want to do first, as friends." Bakugou sat on the ground, legs crossed.

"Well, I don't know what friends normally do. I've never had any. I know most are room mates this time round. Seeing as it's college."

"Then we shall be room mates."

"If we're gonna be room mates, we need some ground rules."

"Like what?" Bakugou rolled his eyes.

"You do some of the cooking and cleaning." Kirishima smiled at him, closing his eyes as he did so.

"Fine fine. I guess we must also get to know each other." Bakugou got up and sat next to Kirishima on his bed, while Kirishima took out a piece of paper and pencil.

"So rule #1: You cook breakfast!" Kirishima scribbled that down. Kirishima then realized how close Bakugou was, leaning over Kirishima's shoulder so he could see the paper too.

"W-we need to get you a bed and stuff!" Kirishima turned so he was facing Bakugou.

"Why can't I just share a bed with you?" Bakugou said, innocently.

"I don't think that's a good idea." Kirishima mumbled and looked down.

"Why not, Shitty-Hair?" Bakugou crossed his legs and faced his body towards Kirishima.

"Uh. Um. I'm sorta. Kinda. Gay?" Kirishima said, then sighed as his face grew red. Bakugou, however, started laughing.

"You think I give a shit? It's not like you're gonna get turned on by the Devil just because he has a dick." Bakugou laughed again. Kirishima covered his face in embarrassment.

"I-I'm sorry!" Kirishima hid his face in his hands. Bakugou was laughing until he heard Kirishima hiccuping.

"Hey, are you crying?" Bakugou moved Kirishima's face from his hands. And yes, Kirishima was crying. "What's wrong?" Bakugou's voice softened, holding Kirishima's face and wiping his tears.

"W-what are you doing?" Kirishima kept hiccuping in the middle of his sentence.

"Tell me what's wrong." Bakugou continued wiping his tears.

"I thought yo- *hiccup*- you would be mad- *hiccup*- at me." Kirishima tried looking down but Bakugou pulled Kirishima closer to him and hugged him.

"Fucking idiot. Why would I be mad. I have to be your friend." Bakugou hugged Kirishima tighter. "So don't ever fucking cry again."

Kirishima stopped crying almost immediately as Bakugou hugged him and rubbed small circles into his back with his thumb.

"You can let go now." Kirishima whispered, and Bakugou let go. But Kirishima could still feel the lingering of where Bakugou had been. He started rubbing circles into his hand, trying to calm his heart down.

"Thank you." Kirishima looked at the bed, and not at Bakugou.

"Anytime. We are friends now." Bakugou said, looking down as well. The two started making more rules, as well as getting to know each other. Bakugou learned that Kirishima was usually shy and lonely, and enjoyed video games. They joked around a little, and then were talking about going grocery shopping.

"Well, if we're going grocery shopping, you have to lose the horns and tail. Plus, you gotta change your clothes." Kirishima pointed at his horns.

"Why?" Bakugou asked, confused.

"It's June. Nobody is cosplaying as the Devil right now." Kirishima jokingly grabbed Bakugou's tail. At this, Bakugou made a weird noise. A moan. Kirishima let go, face red and confused. Bakugou's face was equally as red.

"Why the fuck would you do that?!" Bakugou growled, and turned away from Kirishima, crossing his arms.

"I didn't expect you to..." Kirishima cut off his sentence. "Look, I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."

"You're always fucking apologizing. Give me some clothes." Bakugou turned back around, but wouldn't make eye contact. Kirishima went to his closet and picked out a maroon t-shirt, ripped black jeans, and some black hightops. Kirishima walked out the door, and closed it, waiting for Bakugou to change. After about 5 minutes, Bakugou walked out of the room.

"Come on, Shitty-Hair." Bakugou was still looking at the floor. Kirishima had to admit, Bakugou looked cute in his clothes. The shirt was a little small because Kirishima was smaller than him, but other than that, everything was fine. So off the two went, to get groceries and other necessities. Bakugou hid his horns in one of Kirishima's bandanas and his tail in his jeans.

First, they got groceries. At this, Kirishima found out Bakugou liked cooking.

"Who knew the devil could cook?" Kirishima said out loud, getting him some funny looks.

"Shut the fuck up and let's go." They started walking to the clothes store in the outlet. Kirishima picked out some clothes for Bakugou, because Bakugou didn't know anything about human fashion sense. Kirishima figured orange was Bakugou's color, so he got him some orange crocs.

"I am not fucking wearing those." Bakugou pointed at the crocs.

"Why not? They're comfortable." Kirishima looked at the crocs.

"But they're ugly." Bakugou looked at Kirishima.

"We're still buying them." Kirishima put them in his cart.

"Tch. Whatever." At this point, Kirishima knew that meant yes. So, he smiled. The two bought the clothes then went to a furniture store. They bought a bed frame and a mattress. Bakugou picked up the mattress like it was nothing, while Kirishima carried the bed frame box. Once they got to Kirishima's car, the put the bed frame box in the trunk with the groceries and clothes, and the mattress in the back seat. When they got home, they put all the groceries away, and folded Bakugou's clothes.

"We forgot a dresser." Kirishima said to Bakugou, and looking at his folded clothes.

"What's a dresser?"