Warming Your Heart

capítulo tres

I sit on the ground and rest my head on my knees. 

"Just give up Bakugou, we've been trying for fifty three minutes! It's too late in the night and it's Friday; no one's coming to help us!" I'm starting to get genuinely irritated. Not just at this elevator for dying, but at Bakugou. Of course, he ignores me and tries again. 

"Hey!" He barked, "I know there's someone up there! If you don't get us out of here I will personally come to your dorm while you're sleeping an-"

"Ugh, just stop!" I bang the back of my head dramatically against the metal wall behind me. "Ow," I groan softly as I rub the slight pain. 

"Should've used your stupid quirk before you did that." Bakugou sits across from me, his back on the wall opposite to the wall I'm against. 

"Thanks for pointing that out," I scoffed. He observes me as I close my eyes to contain my frustration. His features soften a bit. 

"What's wrong with you?" He blurts out. 

"Straightforward much?" 

"Why are you so dramatic right now? You're usually easy going." 

"How about this, I'm insanely tired, stuck in an elevator, sort of hungry, and very confused. Anything else you want to know?" I probably look like a completely different person, but I'm just too fed up to care.

He reaches into his bag and pulls out a bag of chips. He tosses the snack to me.

"You better not be picky, that's all I have."

"Thanks," I murmur and open the bag. Before I even pull a chip out, he speaks again.

"What are you confused about?" 

"Wouldn't you like to know." I huff while chewing.

"You are acting like a piece of shit right now, you know. We're stuck in here together, so stop acting like the universe is against only you." He makes a fist that clashes with the ground next to him. I sigh and nod slightly.

"You're right, I'm sorry." I mumble exhaustively. 

"So, what are you confused about?" He asks again. I think for a moment before I speak. I'm not sure I want to hear the answer, but I ask anyway. 

"How do you feel about me, like, do you hate me?"

A long pause. Different emotions take turns controlling his expression. Confusion, sadness, exhaustion, hurt. I move my gaze down in an ashamed manner. Who just asks someone that? And Bakugou of all people. He breaks the silence and I look back up at him.

"No," he mutters. "I don't hate you, Kirishima." I took in his words and realized what he said. 

"Wait, what happened to 'Shitty-hair'?" He glanced around the small room shyly. 

"I can change it if I want to, I don't need a reason." I smiled softly and let out a small breathy chuckle. He gave me a very microscopic grin right before I yawned. 

"Are you tired, Kirishima?" I nod sheepishly, I close my eyes for a few seconds in an attempt to save some energy. I hear some movement from where Bakugou was sitting. I look and see him scooting over to where I'm sitting. He rests his back against the wall next to me. We're sitting side-by-side.

"Bakugou, what are you do-" I'm interrupted by his hand gently, but sternly, forcing my head onto his shoulder. 

"You're really tired, Kirishima," he mumbles in a low voice, "if you don't get sleep, then I will have to deal with your shitty attitude and I don't want to. Don't think too much about it, just sleep." It sounds like he made that reason up on the spot and I want to know why he's really being kind.

"Bakugou I-" 

"Just sleep." He demands quietly in a serious tone. One of my last thoughts before I fell asleep was that he's actually very sweet, and I liked that I got to rest on his shoulder because it was firm but comfortable. My senses were filled with a strong and pleasant scent of caramel. He smells like caramel! I smiled and fell asleep almost immediately after that.  

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Bakugou's POV

He smelled mildly of cinnamon. I don't know how, probably the hair gel, but it was pleasant. 

He fell asleep pretty much instantly, and I started to slowly stroke his hair. There was something peaceful about the way his chest went up and down with every soothing breath. He was so quiet. I moved my hand from his hair to cup his cheek. 

He had to ask if I hated him. I let go of his cheek and whispered, hoping that somehow he would hear. 

"How could I hate you when you're so affectionate?"

Silence. Complete silence other then his sleeping breaths. I placed my hand over his that was resting on his thigh. I gently squeezed it and wondered if he would ever understand what I feel. And with that, I leaned my head onto his, and slept.

A/N: Wouldn't you like to know, ✨WeAtHeR bOi✨

These sparkles bring me ✨life✨ 

****UwU - also, nitroglycerin smells very sweet, like caramel. So, Bakugou smelling like caramel could actually be likely because his quick is described as "nitroglycerin-like". Idrk. The cinnamon smell for Kirishima I completely made up tho. 

This is a pretty short chapter but it's nice so 🤷

The next chapter has some ✨fighting ✨but since I'm in a good mood, it will be resolved for you. Enjoy.

I still have hw, ugh.

Why is this such a long A/N?

Hehe :)