Kiribaku One-Shots (smut)

Part 7: Happy Birthday, Bakugou (Fluff)

A/N: If y'all don't know, 4/20 is Bakugou's birthday. I would have added some pot smoking in here too (cause ahaha 420), but I just don't see Bakugou using a drug intended to slow the user down, and after all, I wanted this to be a nice, fluffy chapter. Anyway, Happy Birthday, Bakugou! And happy reading, BNHA bitches 💕

Kirishima rushed around the apartment frantically, looking for more things to clean. While their apartment hadn't been messy, it certainly wasn't the best it could be, or in Bakugou's words, "this place looks a tier above shit."

Bakugou had never been someone to like a large celebration with a big group of people, nor the party banners and other over the top decorations, but he still wanted to enjoy the day with the people he loved. Kirishima was well aware of that, despite how brash Bakugou could be with him, the one Bakugou loved most. Because of that, Kirishima just wanted to make their own home the most welcoming it could be for the one he had the pleasure of welcoming home each day.

However, all that did not stop Kirishima from buying him flowers and replacing several of the household items that Bakugou would complain about when they first moved in. Kirishima couldn't just not do something for Bakugou's birthday. It would be unmanly to let his boyfriend go without gifts on such an important anniversary, after all.

However, as he found out when Bakugou arrived full of bags, that was not an issue in the slightest.

Kirishima stopped his rushing around and approached Bakugou with feather like feet, a smile on his face. "Work looks like it was busy," Kirishima mused. He took the bags from his hands and placed them at the end of their dining room table before Bakugou could object. When Kirishima turned to grab the rest, Bakugou was already at his side, and the bags were already at the table.

"It was eight fucking steps from the door, shit head, you didn't have to grab the bags." He sounded only half angry, and a slight blush was hidden by his hair as he looked down at the gifts. Kirishima held a hand to hover over his waist, then Bakugou turned toward him, annoyance still looming in his expression, allowing Kirishima to position his hand there. Even simple contact between them never failed to make Kirishima's skin tingle with excitement, no matter how long it had been.

"You're welcome." Kirishima smiled innocently at Bakugou as he wrapped his arms around the blonde's waist. He grimaced at Kirishima, conveying his displeasure that the red head helped him when he hadn't needed it, then laid his head on Kirishima's shoulder and let his hands travel around to the small of his back. Bakugou sighed heavily.

"Today was fucking exhausting. Too many people talked to me. I don't want everybody trying to make fucking small talk with me just because it's my god damn birthday." He looked up toward Kirishima, his fear-inspiring red eyes vibrant as they peered into Kirishima's own. "I'm fucking great all year, not just today."

Kirishima couldn't hold it in; he laughed at that. He leaned in close to Bakugou's ear, and brought his voice to a husky medium. "Damn right you're great at fucking." Bakugou shivered, feeling a heat begin to pool in his stomach at just those words. He blushed furiously.

"Shut the fuck up." Bakugou complained, still hiding his face in Kirishima's shirt and balling his fists in the fabric. A silence made its way in, a comfortable one, and stayed awhile before Kirishima kicked it out with kind words and a softly themed speech of endearment.

"Katsuki, they all love you. They really love you, and today is the one day a year they get to show it."

The blonde's voice lowered to a grumble, the words hitting Kirishima's chest before they hit his ears, which were quickly becoming a nice shade of crimson. "I know. I... I guess I tolerate them, too. All the fucking talking and having to be with them all one on one is just a pain in the ass."

Kirishima beamed at the confession, parting from the hug with hands still placed on the shoulders of his spiky haired companion. Bakugou had a certain look about him as they gazed at each other, a look that showed vulnerability, tiredness and sadness, but when his eyes focused back on Kirishima, it was gone, like a leaf blown away in the wind of a hot summer day.

"I love you, Katsuki." Kirishima smiled fondly, and kissed the man he had the pleasure of being with. They parted from the kiss with satisfied sighs, smiling fondly at each other still. The night had only begun, and yet, they had already drawn out the best of the night's events. Lounging in the arms of his love was all Katsuki wanted to do, the warm embrace filling him with even warmer, softer feelings. This was all he'd ever wanted.

A smile. A genuine, joy garnering smile. "I love you too, Eijirou."