And Also I'm Really Scared 「kiribaku fic with deaf Bakugou au」

Chapter Sixteen

Kirishima's POV

Okay! Its midnight! My phone is buzzing with the notification of my alarm going off. It's time to sneak out and totally spend hells amounts of time with my best freaking bro that I most certainly don't have repressed intimate feelings for!

Haha, yea, not at all... Anyways! The mentioned blond Is completely passed out right now, and I really do not want to wake him up because good golly he looks super adorable when he's passed out like this. Messy hair that's still damp with shower water, drool rolling down his chin and soft hums of a still calmness buzzing from his throat.

I'm crouched by the side of Bakugou's bed. Debating in my head if I really should wake him up. I mean, he told me to wake him up, but, now that I'm here and watching him sleep, I really don't think I can bring myself to rouse him.

He still has the tiny Hello Kitty band-aid pressed gently to his nose, covering the small break of skin which is accompanied by a slowly forming bruise. I could kiss his nose right now as well, though that would most definitely wake him up, especially if I accidentally brush over the bruised skin. 

I bring my hand up to the others face and brush a piece of hair from his forehead. Oh my god kiss the patch of skin you just cleared. C'mon man, just lean down and press your lips to his skin. It's not that hard dude, plus its totally just a friendly gesture!

Internally counting the small freckles that dot the others skin, I can feel my heart yearning for something more than just a one-sided connection with him. I mean, yea I know he views me as an equal, which is already a lot considering this guys' reputation. But, I dunno, maybe I'm just sleep deprived. These past nights of staying up thinking about this cute blond has really started taking a toll on me.

Thinking back to when Bakugou had told me to wake him up when its time, I remember how I wanted to ask him something but forgot at the time. On the plus side, I remembered! On the downside, I remembered when he's unconscious and can't answer me.

That question obviously being, how am I supposed to wake a deaf teenager that is very prone to panicking and incredibly quick to anger and being very loud while anger- panicking.

The blond has never really opened up to me about his personal issues. But I've picked up on some of his random anger driven rambling or the couple of words he provides as a defense when he would he would come to my room at night because of a nightmare.

I know he's started taking medication since the accident in Kamino. He's never directly said what had happened or had ever mentioned anything about his treatment, but he's mentioned the topic of ptsd in one of our random conversations before.

with that in mind, waking the other up by shaking or being abrupt in anyway is probably a really dumb idea and should be avoided at any cost. Last thing I want is a phat explosion in my face that wakes up the rest of the cabin.

Having said that, I continued softly brushing the others hair. My fingers just barely gliding over the puffy tufts of blond. My brain is completely stuttering and trying to shut itself down as my shaky hands try to comprehend how this guy had come to see me as an equal, I mean, have you seen this cutie?

My hand just slightly brushed over the male's cheek. I'll be dead honest with you, its sorta weird doing this kinda thing while the other is resting. It just feeling weirdly one-sided and creepy, like I'm a little kid doing something that I know I shouldn't

"Bakubro." I mumbled and softly cupped his cheek, knowing he probably couldn't hear me.

"Mfh." Surprisingly enough, the other moved a hand up to block his face and rub his eyes. I pull my hand away and try to hide the large amount of amusement (and attraction, blatant and very clear attraction for the other) that is sitting on my expression.