Rushing Water

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Mendacious
(adjective)

1. Not telling the truth; lying.

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Frowning.
Eyebrows furrowed, lips curved downward.

"Hey fucker, you doing okay?"

"'M fine man, just thinking."

"Don't think too hard, might hurt yourself."

"Rude!" He gaped, shoving the blond playfully.

Bakugou pushed back and they found themselves in a wrestling match just heartbeats later. Limbs tangled together, chests heaving and faces flush as they rolled around. Backs pressed against the carpet, they kicked and shoved, tumbling over one another.

Nostrils flaring and limbs screaming with exhaustion, they fell still after only five minutes. Kirishima was the victor much to his surprise. Hand in hand, Bakugou was pinned to the scraggly carpet, their labored breathing the only sound.
Faces inches apart, eyes closed, bodies pressed together uncomfortably.

Eijirou huffed a smile and rolled off the blond to flop down beside him.
"I win!" He joked, nudging his friend who grunted in response.

"Just barely."

"I still won."

After that they were silent, allowing time for their hearts to calm down to their normal paces and their lungs to fill with air completely.
A somber aura settled over them and the redhead allowed his eyes to flutter closed, seemingly unaffected by this mood. He was used to it.
Like a raincloud always filled to the brim with water just waiting to overflow. All it took was a small drop, a mist of water and it'd start pouring over.

Too much and the glass would crack, sending shards every which way. Shards that wedge themselves deep in your skin, sending a jolt a pain through your body each time you moved.

So far, he was just waiting for that mist or that singular drop. That'd start the waterworks.

Warm fingers laced through thin, cold ones and ruby eyes opened immediately at the contact to meet a pair of crimson eyes that stared at him in a cat-like manner.
Unblinking and curios.

Eijirou feigned a smile as he and the blond sat up and he ran his thumb over the smooth skin of Bakugou's hand.
Bringing their intertwined hands closer to his face, he untangled them and traced the lines and curves gently.

Katsuki watched, the confusion clear on his face as the calloused finger-tip ran over his skin.
And suddenly those fingers were moving further, past his hands and to his wrists, then his elbows and his shoulders. They came to a rest on his jaw and cheek.

"Hey." Kirishima breathed, bringing their faces closer.

Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.

Bakugou's eyes danced across the redhead's features for a while before they flickered closed and he inhaled the pine, earthy scent of his friend.
Kirishima pressed their foreheads together, noses brushing and breathing synced.

Caramel toffee filled his nostrils and he opened his eyes to admire the blond's detailed characteristics.
Sharp jawline, perfectly straight nose, eyes that curved slightly inward, soft spiky hair and small, plump pink lips.

The ruby gaze lingers there for moment longer before he pulls away and puts a stop to the fast beating of his heart.
"I'm okay."

Judging and concerned crimson eyes snap open to stare at the redhead as he lets his hands fall to his sides.
But he says nothing.

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