Haywire

Part 18

(Bakugou)

He didn't know how it happened.

One second he was crying like an idiot, listening to Kirishima go on about stupid stuff and then next thing he knew he was standing inches away, lips going places where they most certainly shouldnot have gone.

He kissed sh*tty hair.

The least surprising part of it was how Kirishima had kissed him back without hesitation, he was practically kissing back before there was even a kiss to begin with. Which he would obviously declare was false but it was pretty much true.

After pulling away, they kind of just stared at each other, eyes wide, both flared up pretty red. They'd both done a decent bit of flirting and joking around before. But he didn't know if he could pull this off as a joke or not. Not when the situation had been so serious. And especially when he knew he wasn't joking.

The stupid redhead in front of him reached forwards, his sharp teeth showing as he smiled and wiped away one of Bakugou's tears. Which Bakugou instantly scolded him on, scowling and huffing like a child. Though Kirishima only laughed and kissed him again.

Everything within Bakugou told him not kiss back, but for some f*cking reason he did.

"Wait no. F*ck. Kirishima I'm not-" He cut off and looked at the look of instant regret and fear on Kirishima's face as he took a step back, thinking he'd done something wrong now. "F*ck." Bakugou groaned. "Alright now is as good of a time as any to talk about this." Bakugou mumbled. Kirishima took a few more steps back, grabbing his phone and realizing he still had Bakugou's phone, held it out and tried to shove it back into the blonde's hands.

"There's nothing to talk about bro. We'll forget it ever happened." Kirishima said simply, trying to walk away, back towards the dorms.

"I already have a headache, don't test my limits with bullsh*t Kirishima." Bakugou huffed as he grabbed Kirishima's shirt and pulled him back into his arms. "We do have sh*t to talk about and you're going to sit here with me and talk about it, whether you f*cking like it or not sh*tty Hair." He ordered, letting go of the slightly shorter boy.

Bakugou leaned against one of the fake buildings and looked at the boy in front of him as he leaned against a railing. "You did enjoy that didn't you..?" Bakugou asked quietly, shoving his hands in his pockets, tracing circles on the screen of his phone.

The look in Kirishima's eyes answered that for him. "I thought so. I'm not looking for a relationship Sh*tty-... Kirishima. We were just talking about me becoming a hero. My focus is on that. In case you haven't noticed, heroes don't typically get in relationships. Look at All-Might, f*cking jeanist. It seems f*cking rare for a pro to get into a relationship, and we already know why; it comes with too much worry." Bakugou grunted, a frown still across his lips, though it twitched as he watched Kirishima struggle to keep a straight face. He couldn't tell if the boy in front of him didn't give a f*ck or was about to cry. He hid it pretty well.

"You were the one that kissed /me/ dude." Kirishima said simply. Bakugou nodded.

"I know, because somehow I..." He growled, saying all this sh*t out loud made him sound so f*cking stupid. "I f*cking like you. G*d that's the stupidest thing I've ever said. This whole thing is so f*cking stupid. I'm supposed to be focused on being a hero, taking down villains, but instead, every time we're in a fight, I'm too busy worrying about if you're ok, and if you're hurt. This is why I don't f*cking want a relationship because it's too much f*cking attention that it would be taking away from hero work. And you know me, I hate the thought of holding hands and being a gushy cuddly couple. I just want to become the best hero. And instead I'm over here crying and kissing you- f*ck." He rambled on, now gesturing with small explosions forming in his hands.