Can't Choose

Chapter Thirteen

Bakugou huffed as he sat down on the edge of his bed, where Kirishima was still sleeping. Well, he thought Kirishima had been sleeping. When the blonde turned to lie down again, the red-haired boy rolled over to face him. He looked half-asleep, blinking at Bakugou curiously.

"Where'd you go, babe?" he mumbled, yawning afterward. Bakugou shifted onto his back to avoid Kirishima's eyes.

"To talk to that damn Deku," he muttered.

Kirishima snapped completely awake at that. "What did he say?"

"The damn nerd's overthinking things," Bakugou said, staring up at the ceiling. "Said he 'doesn't know how to feel,' or some shit."

"...I wouldn't know how to feel if I saw you kissing him," Kirishima said softly.

Bakugou blinked, trying to figure out what the hell Kirishima was trying to say. When he thought he had a pretty solid idea of what that was, he felt his face heat up. "Are you saying he fucking likes me?"

"I mean, it's possible," Kirishima said. Bakugou turned to face his boyfriend again, and was a little surprised to find him smiling. They gazed at each other for a few silent moments.

"Why do you look so damn happy about this?"

"We can talk tomorrow, babe?" It was meant to be a statement, but it came out more like a question. Bakugou frowned but nodded.

"I told shitty Deku that anyway."

"Good. We have all day tomorrow to talk things out." Kirishima then yawned again, and Bakugou smiled, just a little. (He couldn't help it; it was cute!) He shut his eyes, ready to let sleep relieve him of all his problems, at least temporarily.

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Izuku stared as Kacchan walked off, presumably back to his dorm. He took a small bite out of the peach, questions already piling up in his mind. Mainly, he was asking himself what the heck just happened. Kacchan had just been relatively nice to him. He also felt a little guilty now for ignoring Kirishima. He just really hadn't known how to handle the situation, or his stupid feelings.

He was a little anxious over what exactly Kacchan wanted to talk about, but he tried not to think too hard. He knew he worried a bit more than he should about things. Sighing, he closed his eyes and nibbled a little more at the fruit in his hand. It made him feel a little better, just knowing that Kacchan had cared enough about him to even want to talk things out. It was almost like affection, coming from the blonde.

He continued to eat, relaxing in the silence of the dorms. After yawning, he realized should probably hurry up and finish, though, if he wanted to get a healthy amount of sleep tonight. A couple of minutes later, he was finished, tossing the pit in the trash and stretching as he started the walk back to his dorm room.

He turned the handle and pushed his door open, closing it softly behind him. Releasing a long exhale, he sat down on the edge of his bed. Leaning back, he sank into his covers and closed his eyes. Sleep didn't come to him immediately; he spent the next thirty minutes rolling back and forth, trying to get comfortable.

When he did fall asleep, it was filled with fleeting images of Kacchan and Kirishima, which he promptly forgot about when he woke up.

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Kirishima yawned as he woke up, the light filtering in through the window warming his face. The first thing his eyes were met with was Katsuki's face, peaceful and relaxed, not diluted with anger or twisted up into a snarl.