𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙆𝙞𝙧𝙞 : 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 / 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨

(3) A Better Way To Taste Ice Cream

Bakugou and Kirishima sat there, pressed against each other. But neither of them seemed to notice or have minded. Not Bakugou; nor Kirishima.

Bakugou didn't know why Kirishima was crying but he knew he wanted to be there for him and comfort him. As Bakugou rubbed soothing and slow circles and whispered reassuring words into the boy on his lap, Kirishima calmed down bit by bit.

"Thank you..," the red-haired boy whispered against the other's neck.

He let out a pleased hum. Kirishima smiled and snuggled closer against him. He heard him chuckle, "Don't get too comfortable now." He said in a somehow calm yet teasing way.

Kirishima blushed a dark red. "Wh-Whatever.." He muttered.

All of a sudden they heard 2 familiar voices walking past them. Kirishima lifted his head and looked behind him towards the voice; never once moving his arms which were still around Bakugou's neck.

There he saw Kaminari Denki and Sero Hanta holding hands. They just seem to have noticed the other two though.

Sero simply waved and Kaminari would have as well but I suppose he felt the need to point out the quite distinct intimate position the hot-headed and shark-toothed boys were in.

"HOLY SHIT," Kaminari exclaimed. "ARE YOU GUYS FINALLY TOGETHER?!"

Kirishima stammered, unsure how to answer or to even begin to explain why they were in such a position. Luckily, Bakugou had an answer. But was it a good answer?

He scoffed and squeezed Kirishima's hips. "I wish~," he said in such a seductive tone it sent shivers down the boy's spine.

The couple, Kaminari and Sero, walked off, once they saw Kirishima's face go an even darker shade of red - somehow - and ears turning a slight shade of pink, laughing.

Kirishima turned back to face Bakugou and managed to squeak out, "Y-You can't j-just s-say things l-like that..!" He covered his face in embarrassment.

Bakugou just stares at him. Then, slowly but surely, takes his hands off Kirishima's hips then puts them on Kirishima's wrist, tugging them away from the smaller boy's face - that way he could see his face once more.

They instantly lock eyes. It stays like that for a few moments, neither of them daring to look away. It's Bakugou who breaks the silence.

He starts leaning closer and mumbles, "What if I meant it..?" He stops when they're about 3 inches away from each other's lips.

At this point, Kirishima is trying hard not to have a heart attack. "M-Meant... W-w-what...?" He stutters out while gazing at Bakugou's lips, then flicks his attention to the hot-headed boy in front of him.

Bakugou sighs. "Shitty Hair... I'm going to be straightforward with you here. Not about to beat around the damn fucking bush. What I'm about to do could change fucking everything. So I want you to listen very closely, alright, dumbass?" He looks straight into Kirishima's eyes. The smaller boy nods tentatively. "Promise me... That we'll still be friends..?" Bakugou lays his head against the red-haired boy's chest.

Kirishima nods and softly says, "I promise.."

"That you won't leave me.. Or whatever..?" He tightens his hold on Kirishima's wrist.

"Mhm.." Kirishima was starting to get a little bit afraid.

"..."

"..B-Bakugou?"

"You better keep your fucking word." The ash-blonde boy said as he raised his head and met Kirishima's eyes once more.

"Ba-" Kirishima started but was quickly cut off by an apology from Bakugou and his lips meeting the other boys' own.