The Threads of Fate

Watching

Their lips crashed together, short heavy breathes were all that they could manage, and even those were quickly quenched by another passionate kiss after the other. "Katsuki!" Enjirou moaned between breaths as Bakugou, bit down on the soft flesh of his neck-

"Kirishima! Hey, are you still with me?"

Enjirou straightened, snapping out of his not so PG thoughts. He glanced up to glare at the person who had interrupted his fantasy when he remembered where he was. Instead of snapping at Bakugou he mumbled out a quick apology and tried to look busy. Bakugou nodded, he didn't look like he fully believed that everything was okay but he let the subject drop. He seemed to understand that his friend didn't want to talk about it and went back to his homework.

Enjirou sighed, he was sitting on the floor of his room, supposed to be studying, but in reality, he was just trying his best not to get caught staring at the blonde, attractive guy sitting to his right. He sat there, relishing the fact that he had the fiery blonde all to himself, if only for the evening. Bakugou was explaining something about the evolution and history of air travel, he knew he should be trying to listen, (he had a quiz on it the next day), but it seemed that no matter what he did, his thoughts always came back to how incredibly good looking his best friend was.

Enjirou had long ago realized that he wasn't straight, but it wasn't until he met Bakugo that he had fully understood just how not straight he was. He had come to realize that he had fallen in love with his hot-headed friend when he found that Bakugo inhabited both his waking thoughts and dreams. He loved everything about Bakugou, it wasn't just his appearance that was so attractive to him, (although that was a part of it). It was the way his expression would change when he started on a particularly challenging part of the homework Mr. Aizawa had assigned them earlier that day. Or the way his bottom lip could curl up ever so slightly into the tiniest smirked when he figured out the answer, it was unfair just how attractive he was, even when doing something as uninteresting as writing a report on the first type of airplane (if you can call it that) to successfully take flight, as well as what made it different from all the previously attempted models.

Most of all though, Enjirou loved it when Bakugou would look up at him with those red eyes that seemed to look right into his soul, see that he had done practically nothing on his report, and scold him for it, saying that if he was going to laze around he should just leave instead of trying to helping him. Enjirou always liked how hot-headed Bakugou was, and so he would beg him to stay, with promises to focus if he did. It was always the same, he would dose off thinking up some fantasy where he and Bakugou were together, and then reality would come crashing back down, he was not Bakugou's boyfriend, and he never would be. He was the best friend and that's how it would stay. 

He knew he really should be working, but his eyes kept wandering back to his best friend. Bakugou had his hair clipped back as to not get it in his face, but even still a stray strand of hair had gotten lose, he wanted to reach out and touch it, but no matter how much he wanted to all he could do was watch. Even as Enjirou thought this Bakugou stayed completely focused, not noticing how the boy at his side looked at him.