Dissimulate
(verb)
1. Conceal or disguise (one's thoughts, feelings, or character).
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Crying.
Soft whimpers from the other side of the wall.
It could've just been the rain. But he knew better.
He knocked on the redhead's door and there was a shuffling followed by a muttered 'oh fuck', then a bang.
A groan of pain and suddenly the door was yanked open to reveal the frazzled redhead.
Fluffy hair, tired eyes, slouched posture.
Reaching a hesitant hand forward, Bakugou ran his nails through the messy hair. His fingers twisted in the feathery strands as his eyes locked with Kirishima's.
His round cheeks were tear stained and his ruby eyes were puffy.
"Why were you crying?"
"Crying? I wasn't crying." An empty smile.
"Don't fucking lie to me."
"I'm not lying."
"Eijirou."
He stiffened at the use of his first name and placed a hand on Katsuki's wrist.
"I wasn't crying."
The blond huffed and pulled his hand away, narrowing his eyes.
"You're fine?"
"Yes."
Bakugou nodded curtly and turned to leave. A hand grasped the back of his shirt.
"Can you...can we just sit and listen to the rain together? I don't wanna be alone."
"Yeah."
They found themselves face to face with hands clasped tightly between their chests.
The pitter-patter of soft raindrops soothed them as their breathing slowed to a steady rise and fall.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
"You promise?"
"Promise what Bakugou?" Eyes opened to fixate on the blond.
"That you're okay?"
"Yes. As long as you promise you won't leave me."
"Alright." He scoffed, shrugging.
Smiling gently, he exhaled.
"Alright."
Into the hours of the night they stayed like that, quiet breathing and occasional murmurs of a joke they heard or an old memory.
As time ticked by they found themselves shifting their positions to rest more comfortably.
Soft blond hair tickling his chin, he curled his arms tighter around the blond.
"Goodnight Bakugou."
"Night."
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