i don't know [kiribaku]

love?

"Hey, Kirishima,"

I tug on his arm, making him stop. It was one of our nights again, where he came knocking on my window and took me away for an adventure. He was walking ahead of me, taking me to god knows where, but he stopped as I tugged his arm and turned around, surprise showing in his face.

He was, simply put, gorgeous. The moon wasn't full so it was harder to see his face but the stars were enough to illuminate his best features. Everything about him seemed so, so perfect, and all my mind could think of was he, he, he.

His eyes seemed to soften as he said "Yeah, Bakugou?" Fully turning around to face me.

I take both of his hands in mine. I suck at words, so instead of voicing my thoughts, I glanced at his eyes, wanting to ask is this okay?

He, thankfully, always understands my body language and nods, squeezing my hands a bit, looking down at our intertwined hands.

"Fuck. Words sure seem to be easier at getting out in my head," I mumble, narrowing my eyes, looking down at our hands as well.

He let out a short, breathy laugh, "It's okay. Use actions instead of words. You know I always understand you and what you mean anyway."

I fear that he might not understand what I'm trying to say with my actions this time. However, I still try my best to show him what is on my mind.

"I-" I let out, before realized that damn, how the hell is he so good with words, so I follow his advice of using actions to communicate with him.

I pull one of my hands out of his grip and lift it to his face, softly, very gently, putting my index finger on his lips. My finger is barely touching his upper lip but I can still feel that they're chapped, but I don't care as I whisper "Is, is this okay?"

He nods curtly, lifting his eyes from our hands and looking me in the eyes now.

I don't know who leans in. I think it's him. I pride myself on my boldness and careless nature, but in this exact moment he's the braver one as he leans in, I follow him, until our lips are barely brushing each other.

My finger is still in between our lips. I look at him with a look that once again asks is this okay? and only when he nods do I remove my finger and finally, finally close the distance.

It's cold. The air around us. It may be summer but the nights are still chilly and the stars illuminate us, in the middle of the road, at one or maybe it was already two am.

His lips are warm, and the way his body temperature contrasts with the air around us sends a shiver down my back, which makes him put one of his hands on my cold cheek and the other one around my waist. I follow shortly, putting both of my hands on his warm cheeks, enveloping his face.

The kiss only lasts about three seconds before both of us pull away with wide eyes, lips parted. I start to let my hands fall from his face but he only hugs me tighter.

"Bakugou I-"

He thinks for a moment, still wide eyed.

"I'm in love with you."