Bakugo X Kirishima

Chapter 1

Bakugou plowed into Kirishima's room, ready for their weekly all-night video game session. Bakugou plopped onto Kirishima's bed. "Rikido lent us some snacks in exchange for our silence," Kirishima said with a chuckle, handing some caramel popcorn to Bakugou. "Oh yeah?" Bakugou shoved a handful of popcorn in his mouth. "No aggressive retort?" Kirishima questioned. "I've got something on my mind." Bakugou trailed off...

POV: BAKUGOU

I wandered around the large crowded city. It seemed as if I'd never find the real Kirishima. The clones kept multiplying and multiplying, yet none of them would speak to me. "BAKUGOU! I can prove I'm the real Kirishima." "Kirishima? Where are you?" All of a sudden, he rushed up. It was barely a second before he cupped my face in his hands and stole my first kiss. My body relaxed and gave in. His muscles tensed and hardened. Oh my God, was everything this hard... everything?" As if he were reading my mind, his hips came closer to mine. It felt like a magnet. "Do you feel that Bakugou? .. Do you feel that Bakugou? .. Do you feel tha-."

"Bakugou! Do you feel that? Your phones vibrating. Stop daydreaming and stop drooling all over MY bed!" "Shit, sorry," I groaned. "I'm a bit tired, I didn't get much quality sleep last night." I grabbed my phone and realized I set an alarm. "Pizza's here." I smiled. "I'll run and grab it." Kirishima quickly put on a beat-up pair of slides and sprinted out the door. "Damn it, you could have let me pay," I muttered. Kirishima always tried to be manly, which was something that always made me chuckle, however it was easy to find common ground with him due to the fact he was always trying his best to be the best.

Now that he was out of the room, I had time to reminisce on my dream from the previous night a bit more. It was odd, due to the fact I'd never before had these feelings towards Kirishima, nor any other of my peers. It could have just been a coincidence. I can't control my dreams, right? Just as I had drawn my temporary conclusion Kirishima busted in.

"Free pizza!" I punched him hard. "I could have paid for it, you know!" "Relax, it evidentially didn't have enough pieces of pepperoni on it or something, so we got it for free." He said while popping open the box and grabbing a slice. He held out the box, nodding for me to put it on the table.

"Hey, Kirishima?" "Yeah, what's up?" He smiled. That adorable smile. "Have you ever had a dream.." "No shit Sherlock, I've dreamed before." He laughed. "Let me finish first, damn it!" I roared. He got quiet. "Sorry. Have you ever had a dream where.. your best friend tries to get sexual with you?" I could feel the blush creeping up my cheeks.

"Oh my god." Kirishima's jaw dropped. He was stunned. "You mean, you had a wet dream, and Momo was in it? Damn, I didn't know you guys were that close, but that sounds so lucky!" His words sounded extremely exaggerated at the end. "It doesn't matter who it was." I fumed. A part of me wishes he would have taken the hint, but another part of me knew he wasn't ready to handle such information.

POV: KIRISHIMA

Bakugou seemed bipolar, I understand that's an understatement when talking about him, but it was especially true today. Being his best friend, I knew something was on his mind before he even mentioned it. Luckily, I knew a couple things that would take his mind off of what I've boiled down to a frustrating crush on our classmate, Momo. I opened the drawer to my desk and pulled out a small device and tossed it to Bakugou. He inspected it, put it up to his lips, pressed the button and inhaled.

Bakugou threw his arms out to his sides and laid back, coughing. "What the hell was in that?" He questioned angrily between coughs. "Relax dude. It was only a dab pen." I grabbed it from where he had placed it beside him and took a hit before sinking down into my seat to relax. Bakugou's eyes grew wide. "Kirishima, I've never smoked pot before." "It will be fine, just relax and chill and eat something." I threw a bag of half eaten Doritos his way as he scowled.

I plugged up my XBox and turned on some YouTube videos to pass the time. I watched as Bakugou went from an anxious and up-tight mess to the best friend I knew and loved... to another anxious and up-tight mess.

"Kirishima! The air feels chunky. The air feels like spoiled milk." He yelled. "For the last time, shut the hell up." I took another hit of the pen, being by this situation didn't seem like it would be getting much easier any time soon. "Kirishima..." Bakugou trailed off. "Can you come hold me?" He looked down in a defeated way. "Hold you? Okay, where's Bakugou." I chuckled. "Shut the fuck up and come here, shitty hair." I rolled my eyes and laid down beside him. The feeling had already washed through my body and I was completely relaxed, but I was expecting Bakugou to change that.

"How about some GTA? Will that calm you down? A long drive through Los Santos?" I questioned humorously. "Lost Santa?" Bakugou asked, snuggling against my arm. He looked up at me sleepily and smiled.

POV: BAKUGOU

"STOP IT, DAMN IT!" I thought to myself angrily. With every second, it became harder to force myself to stay away from him. "It wasn't Momo." I slurred. "SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" I told myself, but my body wouldn't listen.

POV: KIRISHIMA

Bakugou threw his hands around my neck and tried to kiss me, but I quickly dodged him. "Chill out, dude." I commanded him. My stomach filled with butterflies as I flopped down on the bed and he threw himself on top of me.