Centuries- a kiribaku fantasy au

He's a Handful

Art not mine!

Nobody's POV:

Kirishima was restless. He had been thinking of a proper way to make it up to the blond but he had very few (if any) good ideas. Bakugou was still a mystery to him.

They'd already lived together for three days and slep in the same bed. Bakugou had truly been too lazy to get Kirishima a bed and it was warmer laying with him anyways.

Neither of them minded, in fact they both grew to enjoy each other's company. Today though, Kirishima couldn't bring himself to wrap his arms around the blond. Bakugou was mad at him and he assumed that he would be until he did something about it.

So he plotted ways to make the blond forgive him. He wasn't sure why Bakugou was even mad to begin with. He'd gotten his thirty shillings (well fifteen because he was forced to split it to any that were involved in the fiend's murder by law of the government)

Maybe that was why? Kirishima sighed. In the end he only got three hours of sleep.

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"Ejirou!" Bakugou shouted from outside of the cabin. "Come help me lift this thing!" The dragon shifter yawned. What time was it? He stretched and walked outside, still not quite present.

"Good! You've finally come- ack! Now help me!" There Bakugou stood with a deer carcass in hand. He'd been holding it at an awkward angle so it was no wonder why it felt so heavy.

"Oh, nice catch." Kirishima grumbled walking over to Bakugou and picking up the other half of the carcass. (He'd been forced to lift the deer's behind, most likely another one of the blond's crude jokes.)

"Where do you want it?" Kirishima yawned again, drowsily looking Bakugou in the eyes. The blond shrugged.

"Well I suppose it'd be best to just put it in the shed out back though that would mean we'd have to eat it quickly..." the blond set the carcass down and went over to a nearby stream (the village where they'd been assigned most of their jobs had been conveniently located close to their cabin and where there was a town there was always a water supply) to wash his hands. Kirishima, of course followed though only in his undergarments.

Bakugou dipped his hands in the water until they felt clean and splashed some onto his face. Kirishima watched from the sidelines. Maybe it was just due to his lack of sleep or perhaps he wasn't right in the mind but he swore his heart stopped beating when he saw the water dribble down Bakugou's chin.

Kirishima shook his head. He just needed sleep was all. The dragon shifter bit his fingernails nervously. There Bakugou stood, in front of him with droplets of water dripping from the corners of his mouth.

Kirishima blinked twice. He was going to need to sleep soon, for sure now. He truly wasn't sure how much more of this innocent-faced-wet-unknowing-looking Bakugou he could take.

"Oi! Ejirou, are you alright?!" Though his tone was made to sound harsh there was still that hint of worry laced in the Blond's voice that Kirishima was always able to catch. It made his heart skip a beat thinking about being cared for by the blond.

God he was such a pervert. But could you have blamed him? Anyone would be for a man who looked as though he was sent to earth by the gods themselves.

Kirishima had heard the phrase "nobody's perfect" oh so many times as a sort of consultation from his mother and then, he'd believed her but now he was beginning to have his doubts.

Bakugou was definitely perfect. Kirishima wouldn't ever believe he was falling for the blond but he did have to admit, waking up to his beautiful face with his arms wrapped around him and seeing him smile truly did make him feel 'some sort of way'.

And not only that but Bakugou was smart, strong and oh so deserving of love, it was impossible to only acknowledge the blond as beautiful when he was so much more than that. He deserved the attention of others and in return they deserved to get to know him.

Kirishima tripped over his feet on the way back to the cabin. That being said it was not a graceful fall. Bakugou chuckled and watched him hit the floor with a grin. Kirishima was embarrassed. There was now dirt all over his chest and trousers.

"Haha, get up you moron." The blond had a soft tone of voice while he held out his hand for Kirishima to hold. The red-head was hesitant, and for good reason too. When he felt just how thin and soft the blond's hand was he felt like he could brake it in two...

actually he strangely rather liked the idea.

"I guess I should bathe now that you've gotten me all dirty." Bakugou accused though there was only a smudge of dirt on his hand from when he'd helped the clumsy red head up.

It wasn't unusual for the two to bathe in the stream together. They each stayed on their respective sides (while being sure to stay clear of leaches of course) so nothing really ever got too awkward. For Bakugou at least.

The two swore not to look at each other when the other retrieved their clothes but since Bakugou had been looking the other way, he couldn't help his compulsion to stare.

The curiosity that was evident in adolescent humans was also apparently evident in him as well.

Kirishima shook the thought and told himself it was a one time thing.

"W-well let's go then-" Kirishima couldn't lie, he was shaking. He'd already thought about Bakugou in that way three times this morning and he really didn't think he could handle seeing the blond's naked body without acting on it. Nevertheless he complied, he was just going to have to control himself better in the near future.

Bakugou nodes and grabbed on to Kirishima's hand. The red- head truly couldn't restrain himself for much longer. He wasn't sure Bakugou was good for his heart.

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Happy Fourth of July! I'm up late writing because I have to hold my dogs and play music to get them to fall asleep since they get bad anxiety and my dumb fuck 'murica neighbors are setting off fireworks.

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