| Kiribaku Oneshots |

| Pyjama Pants |

Cavetown fans, anyone?

Three light knocks tap on Kirishima's door. Groggily, he sits up in his bed, looking to the glowing red numbers displayed on the alarm clock sitting on his night stand. 1:03 am. His mind wracks through the possibilities of who it could be, but his tired mind quickly gives up. Who can blame him? It's past even Denki's bedtime, and everyone knows that kid spends more time on the Wii he smuggled into the dorms than is really healthy.

Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Kirishima leaves the warmth of his blankets and shuffles over to the door. Stifling a yawn, he swings it open slowly. As he sees the person standing just beyond it, all of the sleepiness which had weighed him down just before seems to vanish.

Don't come 'round, tonight
Don't want you to see me cry
Cause my face is red and ugly
I'm afraid that you won't love me

Bakugou's tear-stained face and puffy eyes look back at Kirishima. The strongest kid of class 1-A. The survivor of Kamino. Bakugou, who never backs down, never shows weakness, and never lets anything get to him, stands with watery eyes and a quivering lip before Kirishima.

He finds himself lost for words. Every possible response gets lodged in his throat, never able to escape his lips. "Bakugou, are you okay?"

"Does it look like it, dumbass? I-" Bakugou sighs to himself, sucking a deep breath in. "I'm sorry. I just needed... someone. I guess. And your shitty room is the closest to mine, so here I am."

He comes round anyways
Holds my face says "It's okay
I brought movies in the disc drive
I'll hold your hand at midnight"

Kirishima can't seem to stop himself as he leaps forward and wraps Bakugou in a tight hug. He barely even realizes it until he finds himself pulling his closest friend to his chest. Even more surprising, he feels a tentative pair of arms wrap around his shoulders.

"Do you want to go into my room?"

Kirishima feels Bakugou nod into his shoulder.

After thinking for a moment, Kirishima decides to lift him off the ground, swinging the door shut as they walk to his bed. Bakugou doesn't seem to resist at all.

What could've happened?

"Can... can we turn something on?" Bakugou's voice is weak and cracks with the end of his sentence. Kirishima simply nods, finally unwrapping his arms as he slides Spirited Away into the DVD player the school gave each dorm. As the opening scene begins to play, he returns to the bed.

Now, in the dark of the room, Bakugou seems more comfortable. He moves over to Kirishima, resting his head on Kirishima's chest and looping his arms loosely around his neck.

Kirishima feels his cheeks warm at the rare show of affection. Sure, seeing his crush like this sucks, but at the same time his heart beats faster as Bakugou moves ever closer. Still, he snaps out of it. Now isn't the time for those pesky gay thoughts.

Flicker on the screen
You sit close to me
I can finally breathe
And you rest your hand
On my pyjama pants
Feel my heart beat fast

As the movie continues, Kirishima feels as Bakugou begins to cry. At first, they're small sobs. Stifled by a hand over his mouth, as if to keep the emotions he harbors within. But the small tears turn into torrent, streaming down his face as sobs wrack his body. A splotch of tears forms on Kirishima's shirt, but he can't find the energy to care. All of his focus is on holding Bakugou as tight as he can, communicating a silent message of support as he holds his crying friend.