Priceless

-life is life

Shit-Hair had taken to watching the sun rise every morning, getting up early and leaving Bakugou freezing in the blanket-nest of a bed. Of fucking course, this meant that he had to get up to start the fire, which always somehow ended up with him next to Shit-Hair, watching the sun rise.

Or, more accurately, watching Shit-Hair.

It was as if what fucking Round-Face had said had opened the floodates in his mind--the floodgates which contained all the random... Thoughts he'd have about the bastard. Innocent things like his fucking smile with its goddamn shark teeth and how it was one of the most fucking beautiful things he'd ever seen, and... Some more disgusting ones. One of which happened to be exactly what he wanted those shark teeth to do to him.

"Hey, Blasty, are you okay?" Shit-Hair's voice snapped him back to reality, and he realized he'd been staring. Shit. Not good.

"'M fine," he snapped quietly. "Just watch your fuckin' sunrise or whatever."

Shit-Hair laughed, low and hushed, and Bakugou could almost feel it. It was pretty--and Bakugou realized he fucking loved that laugh.

Fuck.

You care about him a lot, Round-Face had said. He loved the laugh, but did he love the man? He immediately ignored the thought, in true Bakugou fashion, because quite obviously the fact that someone you've been living with for around half a year sleeps on top of you like some weird cat and you enjoy it means absolutely nothing.

X X X

Bakugou still hadn't beaten Shit-Hair, a fact that the ass loved to remind him of. Specifically when they were sparring. The redhead had discovered Bakugou's tendency to throw caution to the wind when his failures were thrown in his face, and used it as much as he could.

Of course, this just gave Shit-Hair the advantage and made it easier for the red-haired fuck to win. Which meant that Bakugou was currently pinned underneath the living muscle mountain--he could feel Shit-Hair's breath dancing over his face, those goddamn shark teeth inches away from his throat as the fucker grinned triumphantly above him. "Looks like I get to stay another night!"

"Do you fucking have to say that every damn time?" Bakugou hissed out.

"But it's fun!" The redhead protested. "It declares victory!"

"Victory my ass," Bakugou muttered. "Besides we both know it's not like I'm gonna fucking kick you out or anything..." He trailed off, quietly clamping his mouth shut after realizing he's spoken aloud, and hoped to every god out there that Shit-Hair hadn't heard him.

But they were so close that their goddamn chests were pressed right against each other, so Bakugou didn't really know what else he'd expected when Shit-Hair chirped, "You wouldn't kick me out?"

Bakugou opted to remain silent, though he could feel the furious blush rising on his cheeks. Fuck.

"Wait, you really wouldn't?" Shit-Hair sounded surprised, as if they hadn't been living together for a long-ass time. Bakugou wasn't an idiot; it would be boring without the fucker around, as much as he hated to admit it.

Shit-Hair laughed, half-collapsing on Bakugou, and wrapping his massive arms around Bakugou's small waist. "You really wouldn't wanna kill me? Or kick me out?"

"I fucking might, after this! Let me go!"

The fucker rolled onto his back, the hardened skin Bakugou hardly ever got to see rolling up his arms and locking Bakugou in place. "No, you already said you wouldn't! It's too late to go back, I officially live here now! And it's too nice here to leave, anyway."