Kiribaku Oneshots

❤ WHY ARE YOU SO LOUD?! (Pt. 2) ❤

A/N: Part two, y'all!

Kirishima's POV

"OI! BAKUGOU!" I yelled from the kitchen at 06:30, plating the last of the pancakes.

It was my turn to make breakfast, so I made fried eggs, scrambled eggs for Sero (because he doesn't like them fried, for some reason) bacon, some breakfast sausages, pancakes for anyone who wanted them, and some peppers for myself.

Bakugou has been here for about a week at this point, and it already feels like he's become part of our small "family", y'know?

Sero was already downstairs, making himself a coffee when Bakugou trudged down the stairs.

I turned to him and dropped the spatula in my hands.

Huge, blocky glasses framed his closed eyes, his hair was matted in some spots, and he was slouching like crazy.

Scratching at his shirtless chest, he yawned and sat down, baggy sweatpants covering up his legs entirely.

"Wuzferbreakfast?" he slurred groggily, rubbing at his eyes.

"Uhm," I began, my face burning before I cleared my throat. "Eggs, scrambled and fried, bacon, sausage, pancakes, if ya want, and I can share some of my peppers with you too,"

Bakugou nodded slowly, his eyes opening a bit.

"Mmnokie," he mumbled through sleepy lips.

"So what do you want? I can hook you up with something else, if ya don't like any of this stuff,"

"No, no... issfine," he stretched in his chair, bones popping. "How're the eggs cooked?"

"Over easy. I can make you sunny side up, if ya want, though,"

"Shush with all your 'I can make ya other shit' stuff," Bakugou muttered, his eyes opened a bit further open. "I'll take a bit of everything, if you could,"

"Sure thing, bro!"

"That is the most Chad sentence I've heard come from your damn mouth,"

Sero snickered over his cup of coffee while I rolled my eyes, turning away from him.

"Says the guy who looks like a gym Chad with those damn abs of yours," I half-joked, picking up the spatula.

"Nice view," Bakugou mumbled, making me drop the spatula again.

"Jesus, the gay tension in the room is so thick, you could cut it with Kirishima's jawline," Sero muttered, sipping from his coffee.

"Ain't that the truth," Bakugou responded as I put the spatula in the sink to clean later.

"Nah, my jawline wouldn't get it done,"

If he's gonna flirt,

"But Bakugou's abs, on the other hand,"

I will fulfill my role as a Libra, and flirt like fucking crazy.

Sero burst out into laughter as Bakugou made a choked noise, his face flushing.

Victory!

"What, Katsuki?" I asked, giving him an innocent look. "Something wrong?"

Bakugou's fist was clenching and unclenching on the table, his face further reddening.

He took a deep inhale before standing up.

Walking over to me, he pinned me between the counter and himself.

Failure!

Well... not really.

"Uhm, Bakugou?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow and giving a nervous smile.