When Kirishima woke up, he drowsily noted that it was still dark out. And something felt off. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, now gaining more complete awareness of his surroundings. Katsuki was still asleep, pressed up against Kirishima, and Izuku... wasn't in bed?
Kirishima sat up, yawning, trying his best not to wake the blond, and let his eyes travel around the dark room.
Oh, there at the desk. He could see Izuku's smaller form huddled up in the chair.
"Izuku?" he whispered into the darkness. The green-haired boy jumped, startled, and whipped around to see Kirishima watching him.
Kirishima opened his mouth to ask what he was doing up at this time, but something made him pause. Was Izuku crying? There was no mistaking the tears in his eyes, even in the dim moonlight that filtered in along with the glow of the street lamps outside.
"Izuku, what's wrong?" Kirishima asked softly. Izuku stared at him silently, then in a moment of sudden realization, hastily wiped at his eyes.
"I-it's nothing," Izuku responded, just as quietly.
"You know that can't be true," Kirishima replied, as he did his best to get out of the bed without disturbing Katsuki. "Just tell me what's up. I won't judge you, whatever it is. Wouldn't be very manly of me."
That drew a tiny chuckle from Izuku, which made Kirishima relax just the tiniest bit.
"It's stupid," Izuku murmured. "Not important."
"Izuku, if it's something upsetting you, it's important." The red-haired teen met Izuku's eyes, hoping he'd open up. His words were met with a soft sigh, Izuku's gaze darting downwards as his hands started to fidget.
"I feel like..." he trailed off, embarrassment showing clearly on his freckled face. Kirishima didn't push him, only waiting patiently for him to finish. "I feel like, like I'm... not involved enough?" He accompanied the sentence with a shrug as Kirishima's mouth rounded into an 'o' at the confession.
Before Kirishima could respond at all, though, Izuku started to rapidly ramble. "Forget I said that! I-I told you it was stupid, I don't know why I said it, sorry, you sho-"
"Izuku, I told you if it's upsetting you, it's important! Not stupid. And this is one of the least stupid things I've ever heard." The sound of shifting on the bed made both of them glance over at Katsuki's slumbering form. Er, previously slumbering form. Now, he was pulling himself into a sitting position, squinting into the dark at the two of them.
"What the hell are you dumbasses doing?" he muttered before yawning.
"Sorry, Kacchan," Izuku whispered.
"Didn't ask for an apology," the blonde responded, sounding oddly muted in the stillness and quiet. "I asked what you were doing."
"Talking," Kirishima said before Izuku could start fumbling over words.
"What's so damn important that you have to be up at..." He checked the time. "1:43 AM?"
Kirishima didn't answer, letting Izuku decide if this was really a conversation he wanted to have now. The green-haired boy inhaled shakily, closing his eyes before speaking.
"I was just thinking," he began. Katsuki snorted and uttered something that sounded almost like, 'oh shit, here we go again,' but who knows? "I was thinking about how, how comfortable you are with each other. And I know we just started... whatever this is, and it takes time! ...But sometimes it's like I'm an outsider, almost." The last sentence came out barely audible, the words practically mouthed.
For just a couple heartbeats, the room was quiet.
"Fuck, Deku. That's why you were acting so off, huh?
"You... noticed?"
"Of fucking course I did, who do you think I am?"
Kirishima laughed, just a little, then made sure to face Izuku with a gaze of mixed fondness and seriousness. "You gotta tell us about this stuff, okay? Otherwise this'll never work out. Talk to us."
"Yeah. Yeah, I know." Izuku rubbed at his eyes again, quieting for a moment. "I just... didn't think I should bring it up, I mean, what would even happen? I thought I'd just.. Wait it out."
Kirishima leaned in close to Izuku. "How about we start with this?" he said, in a low and breathy way that made Izuku's face warm up. Oh. His eyes fluttered closed of their own accord as Kirishima kissed him.
He was nothing like Katsuki; there was no aggression, no searing-hot fire hidden behind it. But the passion was there all the same. Just in a more gentle, tame way. That was what Izuku needed. The two of them separated after a length of time that couldn't have possibly been enough in either of their minds, but it would have to do for now.
"Smooth," Katsuki drawled, smirking at them.
Izuku flushed deeply, and Kirishima only laughed. "Shut up!"
The blonde shrugged, moving to lie down on his side, propping himself up on an elbow. "So, what have we learned, dumbasses?"
"Uhm..." Izuku mumbled.
Katsuki heaved out a long, exaggerated sigh. "We learned we gotta fucking communicate. We messed up by not thinking about how you'd feel, but you gotta talk to us. Got it, Deku?"
Izuku nodded quickly, then yawned.
"I think we should get back to bed," Kirishima suggested. Katsuki groaned. "Finally."
Kirishima and Izuku both clambered back into the bed, and maybe it was just in their imagination, but it felt a little warmer than before.
A/n: Er... not happy with this chapter, but figured I should put something up after all this time. Trying to figure out a way to end the story? I don't see that happening for a bit, but I'm thinking on it!
Have a great day, guys! (Or evening or any other time, it's 9 PM for me right now)
-Lavender
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फैनफिक्शनKatsuki Bakugou and Eijiro Kirishima have been boyfriends going to U.A. High School for almost half a year now. They're sure that they're perfect for each other, as sure as two teenagers can be. That's until the new kid throws off their whole relati...
