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Nov 26, 2018

BNHA Fall Exchange Gift Fic

My gift for @persephie for the @bnhaexchange! It's basically a whole load of fluffy jock!Kirishima and nerd!Bakugou, lol. This is basically just over 4k of absolute fluff and Bakugou cursing. Hope you like it! Happy Holidays!

(fic under the cut) Also on AO3.

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“On a scale of 1 to 10, how gay are you for Kirishima Eijirou?”

Bakugou grumbled under his breath, looking away from the window where outside he could see the football team running drills. “Shut up, Roundface,” he muttered even as he felt heat rushing to his cheeks. Dammit.

Uraraka laughed, leaning her chin on her hand. “You are so obvious, Bakugou.”

“I said, shut the fuck up,” Bakugou growled, looking down at the English homework they were working on. “Shitty Hair doesn’t even know me.”

“Bakugou, everyone knows you,” Uraraka said, rolling her eyes. “Literally everyone. They talk about you like the school’s legend. Never anger the nerd blond senior. He’ll set you on fire.”

“That was one time and it was an accident!” Bakugou barked. “And besides, the fucking grape pervert deserved it!”

Uraraka shrugged. “Not denying that, just saying. You’re popular in your own right.”

“Whatever,” Bakugou muttered. “Let’s just get this shit done so I don’t have to talk to you anymore.”

Uraraka pouted. “Rude,” she accused, but they did get back to work, comparing notes.

…..

“How is this even supposed to work?”

Bakugou scowled as he looked for the book for his history report, annoyed with loud people talking in the library. Finally, he found the one he wanted, heading to go somewhere else for his free study period to work on it.

“What kind of math even has letters in it? God, this is so hard,” the same voice groaned and Bakugou growled.

“Quit your loud complaining, moron; this is a library,” Bakugou spat as he whirled around the corner, momentarily startled to see a familiar flash of red. He’d schooled the scowl back on his face before Kirishima had raised his forehead from the table, though now the redhead was sending frustrated, distraught eyes towards the blond and Bakugou didn’t know how to handle that.

“Sorry, dude,” Kirishima said, and he didn’t sound happy like Bakugou normally heard him sound in passing when the other was talking to his friends. He sounded defeated.“I just don’t get this stuff and all my friends begged Momo to tutor them. I didn’t want to burden her with another person, but I don’t have a clue how to even start with this. Ugh, I’m going to fail,” he groaned, looking back down at his workbook hopelessly.

Bakugou was walking forward before he could stop his feet, leaning over to look at the redhead’s workbook. “Move you hand, Hair-for-Brains,” Bakugou ordered and Kirishima did, surprised by how close the blond was suddenly. Bakugou scanned the page quickly. “This shit is easy. Here, you do it like this,” he said, grabbing Kirishima’s pencil and scrap paper and showing him how to do the first problem.

“But why did you do that?” Kirishima asked, watching Bakugou work through the problem to solve but interrupting him before he’d even done the whole first step.

“What do you mean why? This is the most basic step. Are you serious?” Bakugou asked him. Kirishima blushed, head ducking down in embarrassment.

“I told you I don’t know how to do this stuff,” Kirishima muttered.

Bakugou sighed, putting his book down and taking a seat beside the other, moving closer so Kirishima could watch him work. “Fine. Watch closely because I’m only showing you once,” he said, slowing down and writing every step, even the ones he considered simple. The trouble was worth it though as Kirishima brightened once he finished.

“Dude! I get it!” he said, grinning as he grabbed the paper and tried the second one. “Let me see. First I do this…” he started on it, glancing over at Bakugou’s example every few moments to check if he was doing it right before showing Bakugou. “Is that right?”

Bakugou worked it out quickly in his head, nodding. “Yeah, you got it.”

“I can’t believe I got it right!” Kirishima exclaimed, blushing again when someone else in the library shushed him loudly. “Oops,” he murmured, chuckling lightly. “My bad.” He glanced over at Bakugou slyly. “So, uh. You think you could show me how to do this one too?” he asked, pointing to a different type of problem.

Bakugou sighed, not really all that put out as he started helping Kirishima through his worksheet, answering his questions with a brutish sort of patience. He ignored how his heart thumped hard in his chest as the longer they sat there the closer Kirishima leaned and the more of his cologne Bakugou could smell. It was a woodsy clean scent, something Bakugou wanted to bury his face in, and god, why did he have to have such perfect forearms? And a perfect stupid smile? And his beautiful warm fucking blinding eyes? Did he realize how stupidly adorable he was when he bit his bottom lip with those cool-ass shark teeth of his? Did he know how his laugh made Bakugou hide his face in an attempt to fight off a blush?

God damn this perfect son of a bitch, how had Bakugou ever resisted him?

Of course, he knew how. This was the first time Bakugou had ever truly talked to his crush from afar and as they neared the end of the worksheet Bakugou quickly realized that he had no idea how their social interaction was going to go once they did finish it. He could talk numbers and algebra all day long, but without a buffer? He was screwed.

“You’re really smart, Baku-bro,” Kirishima said, smiling and looking directly at him and wow, he was so pretty.

“Don’t call me that,” Bakugou grumbled, looking over the other’s worksheet quickly. He couldn’t afford to look directly at those sparkling red eyes. “And look at number fourteen again.”

Kirishima dutifully checked the number in question, grinning excitedly when he was able to find his mistake without Bakugou telling him and fix it himself.

“I thought you were kind of scary, but you’re actually nice, aren’t you?” Kirishima teased.

“Fuck you,” Bakugou growled, ducking his head to hide the embarrassment flushing his cheeks. “I’m not nice.”

Kirishima laughed. “It’s not an insult, you know,” he said, leaning closer and bumping shoulders familiarly.

“Whatever,” Bakugou muttered. They both jerked in their seats as the bell signaling the end of the free study period sounded; that meant they had about eight minutes to get to class.

“Thanks for all your help, Bakugou,” Kirishima said genuinely as they both packed up.

“Yeah, whatever,” Bakugou repeated, not really sure what to say.

“So I’ll see you around I guess?” Kirishima asked as they left the library and it looked like they were going in different directions.

“Yeah,” Bakugou agreed on autopilot.

Kirishima beamed. “Cool! See you around, dude!”

“Don’t call me dude,” Bakugou grumbled, but Kirishima was already too far away to hear him. Bakugou covered his face and groaned out loud. He was so so very screwed.

…..

“Bakugou!”

Bakugou gritted his teeth, ignoring the stares as people looked around to see who was calling for the well-known loner. He glanced over his shoulder, easily spotting Kirishima as he ran up to him across the courtyard.

“Hey,” Kirishima greeted him, matching his pace once Bakugou started walking again. Bakugou grunted in greeting, hiding his anxious hands in his pockets and wiping his sweaty palms on the inner liners of them.

“Guess what?” Kirishima said, leaning into his shoulder. “I made a hundred on my math assignment. You’re a really good tutor.”

“Of course I am,” Bakugou said. “I’m the best at everything.”

Kirishima laughed, sounding genuinely good-humored. “You’re a riot,” he teased. “But hey, do you think you could help me with this next section too during free period tomorrow? The teacher just doesn’t explain it as well as you do.”

“I don’t have free study tomorrow,” Bakugou said, reluctant. He had just had to sign up for those extra advanced placement courses at the beginning of the year to cut down his free periods and give him an edge over his peers, hadn’t he?

Kirishima frowned for a moment before shrugging, glancing at him from the corner of his eye. “Well…maybe we could meet somewhere on Saturday? I could buy lunch since you’re helping me,” he offered slyly.

Bakugou hummed in thought. It didn’t sound horrible, spending time with Kirishima…“Whatever,” he agreed.

“Sweet!” Kirishima cheered. “Let me get your number and I’ll text you to set up where we’ll meet.”

Bakugou gave him a narrow-eyed glare—he wasn’t an idiot, a lot of people tried to get his number for pranks or whatever, like it wasn’t suicide to mess with him—and hesitated. “If you give it to anyone else, I swear to god…” he started threateningly.

Kirishima’s eyes widened and he shook his head, hands raised defensively. “No, it’s not like that, promise. I won’t give it to anyone. Swear.”

Bakugou relented and typed his number in the other’s phone, watching Kirishima type out a quick text to him before grinning back up at the blond. “Awesome. I’ll text you later then. Can’t wait!”

“Yeah,” Bakugou muttered, startled as Kirishima clapped his shoulder before jogging off towards the practice field to get in some drill practice.

…..

“No, no, no! Come on, Hairs-for-Brains! Think!” Bakugou smacked the top of Kirishima's hard head lightly with his notebook.

Kirishima grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, dude. Guess I'm just distracted today,” he said, eyes staring directly into Bakugou's.

Bakugou blushed, which was just stupid and he promptly wanted to smack himself. Why was he even blushing? It's not like he was the reason Kirishima was distracted. The idiot was probably thinking about football or something.

“So hey,” Kirishima began, idly trying another problem but clearly not paying attention to what he was doing. He'd written the formula down wrong and Bakugou already knew this was going to be a disaster. “I've got a game next Friday night and I thought maybe you'd like to go? We could get dinner afterwards? Maybe? If you'd want?”

Bakugou blinked. Realization was slow but dawning, and he was quickly becoming overwhelmed. “Like. Like a date,” he managed to get through his gritted teeth, face burning.

Kirishima glanced up at him from under his lashes. “Yeah. Like a date. If that's okay.” Bakugou hadn't really been asking a question as much as realizing it out loud, but the confirmation was there all the same.

“I…” Bakugou hesitated. He wanted to, after all. He'd been crushing on Kirishima for a while. But he wasn't exactly blind to his own faults. “Why?” He stressed. What could someone as bright as Kirishima possibly see in him?

Kirishima blinked, clearly confused and surprised. “’Why?’” He repeated. “You're like super manly, bro. Plus you've been helping me even though you don't have to, which is really nice, and yeah, you're kind of loud and act angry all the time, but it's really cause you’re embarrassed, which is adorable, and have I mentioned how amazing your eyes are? And your arms, and your hair, which looks soft and I kind of want to touch it, and—”

“Stop!” Bakugou barked, face almost in flames as he dropped his forehead to the table and hid it with his arms. “Oh my god, you're so embarrassing,” he groaned against the wood.

Kirishima laughed. “So is that a yes?”

“Yes! Fine, yes. Happy?” Bakugou growled, unable to resist peeking up through his arms to see Kirishima's bright smile. His heart thum-thumped hard in his chest and he wondered if this cute motherfucker was going to give him a heart attack.

“Very,” Kirishima agreed shamelessly, holding his chin in his palm and looking down at Bakugou fondly. “You're so cute,” he teased.

“Shut up,” Bakugou grumbled, looking down at the papers on the table. “Do your homework,” he ordered.

Kirishima raised a brow, offering his free hand. “If you'll hold my hand,” he said, grinning and wiggling his fingers.

Bakugou wiped his sweaty palms off on his pants under the table, looking away even as he grabbed Kirishima's hand. “Whatever,” he said, trying not to combust.

Kirishima beamed, squeezing his hand before turning back to his paper and working on his homework. When he would ask Bakugou a question, Bakugou would try to show him with his less dominant hand, scribbling nearly illegibly as he refused to let go.

…..

Bakugou felt absolutely out of his element at the game, resisting the urge to flee as he walked towards the stands to try and find a seat. He could easily spot Kirishima warming up with the rest of his team, his red hair standing out easily, and his heart fluttered at the sight of his wide grin.

In the stands, it was crowded. Their football team was popular, usually kicking circles around other schools, so he wasn't surprised, even though crowds made him anxious. He couldn't believe he'd agreed to this. This was so stupid. He was going to have to sit by himself the whole time and why did he even come, Kirishima probably didn't even really like him, this was probably just a prank--

“Hey, Bakugou!”

Bakugou startled, looking up to see a vaguely familiar looking blond with a black streak in his hair.

“Kirishima said you were coming, we almost didn't believe it,” the blond said, grinning and waving him over. “You can sit with us!” He offered, gesturing to an empty seat between him and another boy with black hair was who almost smiling.

“We're Kirishima's cheer squad,” a girl with pink hair said. She had a glittery yellow headband with something that was maybe supposed to look like horns peeking out of her locks and her contacts made her sclera black. It was a bold look but worked for her he guessed.

“Yeah, you can help us hold the sign!” The black-haired guy said. He honestly looked kind of plain. He showed a white sign with red letters that spelled out ‘Go, Red Riot!’ which Bakugou understood was Kirishima's nickname on the field.

“Whatever,” Bakugou said.

“Yay!” The girl cheered, grabbing his arm and jerking the surprised blond down into the seat in the middle of them. “I'm Ashido Mina! I'm actually in your weightlifting class but you've never talked to me so you probably don't remember.”

“I'm Kaminari Denki,” the other blond said, throwing his arm over Bakugou's shoulder and almost immediately being shoved off. Plain Face laughed.

“I'm Sero Hanta,” he offered.

“Whatever,” Bakugou repeated, that familiar feeling of being overwhelmed starting to creep in. A whistle blew, earning all of their attention as the game got ready to start and Bakugou was honestly thankful for the distraction.

“Have you ever watched a game before?” Kaminari asked.

“No. Why would I waste my time?” Bakugou barked.

Ashido laughed, leaning over his shoulder as she was sitting behind him. “So you're just here to watch your boyfriend, huh?” Bakugou growled, fighting off a blush, and she poked his cheek, barely pulling away when his teeth snapped at her. “Don't worry. Kirishima's the best.”

And it turned out he actually was. Kirishima was a fullback, which was a more defensive position so he didn't go for any goals, but hardly anything got past him. Bakugou was surprised to find himself getting into the game, standing and cheering with the rest of the extras around him when Kirishima blocked one of the opposing strikers—a pretty big guy who the announcer called Rappa—and refused to let him pass. It was touch and go for a while before Kirishima managed to get a kick in that sent the ball sailing to his own team's striker down the field who went for the goal. Bakugou even let Sero talk him into helping to hold their Red Riot sign.

Kirishima looked up at the stands as the crowd went wild, seeming to hone straight in on Bakugou. He positively beamed, looking flushed with excitement and adrenaline. He waved and Bakugou waved back, elbowing Kaminari roughly when the other starting snickering at him.

“You came!” Kirishima exclaimed as he met the group after the game. He swept Bakugou into a hug, twirling him, before quickly letting him go and rubbing the back of his neck. “Ah, sorry, I'm pretty sweaty. I just got excited, I didn't know if you'd come.”

“I said I would,” Bakugou grumbled, heart racing from the unexpected embrace. Ashido and Kaminari cooed teasingly while Sero laughed at his obvious embarrassment.

“Oh look, the resident pyromaniac has graced us with his presence!”

They looked behind them to see a weasel-looking guy with a mocking face. He was sneering towards Bakugou, and Bakugou was quick to return it with a deep glare.

“Piss off!” he growled.

“Oooo, what are you going to do if I don't? Set me on fire?”

“Shut up, Monoma!” Kirishima demanded, stepping forward, almost like he was shielding Bakugou. “You don't know what you're talking about.”

“Oh, and you do?” Monoma said, raising a brow and dramatically waving his arms, earning them more attention. “Suddenly you're all lovely dovey with the school villain?”

“I'm not a villain, asswipe!” Bakugou screamed, the accusation stinging more than a little.

“Everyone knows you only got off with a slap on the wrist because your mommy came down and begged for you not to be kicked out,” he continued with a sneer. “You're a basket-case just one strike away from juvie!”

“Seriously, shut the hell up!” Kirishima shouted, stomping closer. His fists were tight, knuckles white, and Monoma blanched, finally seemed to realize that Kirishima was much bigger than him. He backed away, eyes widening.

“Hey now, you can't be caught fighting on campus, you'll be kicked from the team, you know,” he babbled, glancing around the crowd for someone to come to his aid and apparently felt bolstered by the amount of witnesses as he straightened. “Besides, everyone knows you don't have the guts to—”

He squealed, cutting himself off and clenching his eyes shut as Kirishima reached out and grabbed his collar, yanking him forward and shaking him a little.

“I said, be quiet.” Kirishima ordered sternly. “You're acting like a jerk.”

Monoma nodded vigorously and Kirishima let him go. He scrambled away, ignoring everyone, while Kirishima headed back to his friends.

“You okay?” He asked Bakugou.

“Fuck off. I don't need you sticking up for me,” Bakugou said, glaring.

Kirishima rubbed the back of his head nervously. “Ah, I know, but I couldn't really just stand there and listen to him say those kinds of things about you. That wouldn't be very manly of me.” He quirked a small smile, disgustingly adorable hope shining in his eyes that he hadn't messed up. Bakugou internally cursed. He wasn't prepared to fight that level of puppy-dog eyes. His glare dropped down to his feet.

“Whatever,” he muttered. That seemed to be the best thing he could manage whenever he didn’t know what else to say or do.

“Oh, he's secretly adorable,” Ashido cooed.

“Total jerk with a heart of fluff,” Kaminari joined in.

“Shut up, Pinky and Sparky!” Bakugou snapped.

“Pinky?” Ashido echoed.

“Sparky?”

Sero sighed long-sufferingly. “You don't remember our names, do you?”

“Pinky. Sparky. Plain Face,” Bakugou listed in a monotone.

“Rude!” Ashido pointed at his face.

“Why Plain Face?” Sero frowned. “Do I look that plain?” He asked Kirishima as Ashido and Kaminari continued to badger Bakugou.

“Dude, you're not plain. You're awesome!” Kirishima said. He grabbed at Sero's arm. “Look at these guns! Super manly!”

Sero laughed, dramatically curling his bicep while Kirishima ooo’ed.

“Oi, are we going or what?” Bakugou demanded, asking Kirishima.

“Going? You guys are going somewhere?” Kaminari asked.

“Yeah, we were going to grab something to eat. I'll need to change first though,” Kirishima said, looking down at his grass-stained uniform. “I'm filthy.”

“Hey, I could go for something to eat. Why don't we all go?” Kaminari asked.

“Dude, no,” Sero shook his head. “They're going on a date. We can't crash a first date.”

“Technically it's our second date, I think,” Kirishima thought aloud.

“We can totally crash a second date!” Ashido cheered.

“No way, you extras aren't coming,” Bakugou denied.

“You date Kirishima, you date his friends too,” Sero said gravely.

“Namely, us,” Ashido grinned.

“Fuck that. No way,” Bakugou growled.

“Well they are my best friends,” Kirishima began.

“No,” Bakugou cut him off.

“It could be really fun,” Kirishima tried.

“No,” Bakugou stressed.

“Please?” Kirishima asked. “I'd love for my best bros to get to know my boyfriend.”

Bakugou groaned, defeated. “Fine. Go change already, Shitty Hair.”

“’Shitty Hair’?” Ashido mouthed to Kaminari with a frown. Kirishima quickly jogged towards the locker rooms to change, promising to be back in a few minutes.

“Kind of a rude name to call your boyfriend,” Kaminari said.

“Who asked you?” Bakugou snapped.

“Hey, Kirishima is a sweetheart and deserves to be treated nicely,” Ashido said, arms akimbo.

“Fuck off, seriously.”

“Dude. Come on, chill,” Sero coaxed. “We already know you're a nerd with heart of gold and a mouth of shit. You don't have to pretend to be all rough and tough with us.”

“I will literally kill you,” Bakugou yelled. “Dead! I will literally kill you dead!”

Kaminari snickered. “So dramatic. Blasty McSplode.”

Bakugou's eyes bugged. “What. The fuck. Did you just call me?”

Kaminari raised his chin defiantly. “Blasty. Mcsplode. Cause your temperament is so explosive.” He smirked. “Give us stupid nicknames and we give you one back.”

“Don't fucking call me that!” Bakugou shouted.

“Learn my fucking name!” Kaminari shouted back.

“Woah, woah, calm down,” Sero said.

“Someone like Kirishima deserves better than the human equivalent to a turd steeped in sewage for a boyfriend!” Kaminari yelled.

“You think I don't fucking know that?!?” Bakugou screeched. All three stared at him in surprise. “You think I don't know that he's way out of my league? God, I don't even know what he sees in me, I'm a trainwreck. If it wasn't for the fact that Kirishima doesn't have a cruel bone in his body, I'd swear that he was just building this up to be some kind of prank. But he's not. He's serious and for some absolutely insane reason he's interested in me too and, dammit, I've been crushing on him for three fucking years and never even worked up the nerve to even say hi! I don't have a goddamn clue what I'm doing and I just. I just need—shit, I don't know. I need him to smile that stupid fucking smile of his that makes his eyes sparkle and makes it hard for me to fucking breathe.” Bakugou huffed when his rant was over, glowering at the frozen trio in front of him, daring them to say something.

“Bakugou…”

Bakugou stiffened, eyes widening in panic. Shit. Shit shit shit! This was not the plan, abort, abort! He slowly turned around to see Kirishima looking at him with wide teary eyes. Oh no.

“Don't you da—”

“That was so sweet!”

The amount of affection suddenly thrust upon Bakugou was beyond anything he'd ever felt at one time before and he was paralyzed with the warring needs of pulling Kirishima impossibly closer and shoving him away from his person immediately. Unbelievably, he could feel the redhead’s tears wetting his shirt as Kirishima embraced him.

“You're so manly,” Kirishima said, looking up at him with those fucking goddamn shit beautiful sparkling eyes FUCK!

“Shut up,” Bakugou hissed, groaning and blushing horribly as Sero, Kaminari, and Ashido all started making kissy sounds behind him. “You fuckers,” he accused over his shoulder.

“Hey, guys, I think we're going to take a rain check on the group outing thing,” Kirishima told his friends, still smiling at Bakugou. “I want to go out with just my super amazing boyfriend tonight.”

“They grow up so fast,” Ashido said proudly, fake-wiping a tear from her eye.

“Don't do anything I wouldn't do!” Kaminari said.

“Don't stay out all night, you crazy kids,” Sero teased.

“...with a cactus,” Bakugou was muttering darkly, only Kirishima really about to hear him, “Fuck all of you with a cactus. And a grenade.”

“Come on,” he said, lacing their fingers and pulling Bakugou along to his car. “Let's get out of here.”

…..

“How long are you going to stare at me like that?” Bakugou grumbled, glancing at Kirishima who was sitting across from him in the booth at the diner, still with those sparkles in his eyes.

“I’m honestly just glad I can now,” Kirishima shrugged, smiling happily. “I’ve liked you for ages, man. I can’t believe I’m on a date with you.”

Bakugou snorted without humor. “Just because you heard my fucking embarrassing rant about having a crush on you for forever doesn’t mean you have to lie, Hair-for-Brains.”

Kirishima rolled his eyes, unperturbed. “Not a lie, dude. I doubt you remember, but during our first year we got put on the same team for a match and you were super manly. I kind of started crushing on you then but didn’t really know how to ever talk to you.”

Bakugou absolutely remembered what match he was talking about and he was definitely not going to admit that that was the moment he’d started crushing on the other as well.

Kirishima reached across the table, wiggling his fingers with a teasing smirk. Bakugou blushed, refusing to look at the other even as he reached out to hold his hand.

“Fucking nerd,” he accused.

Kirishima laughed, squeezing his hand, and Bakugou was pretty sure explosions just went off in his chest.

“Move over,” Kirishima said, moving to sit beside Bakugou instead of across from him. He leaned against Bakugou’s side, warm and content to play with Bakugou’s fingers until they got their food. Even after it arrived, he couldn’t seem to contain himself, thighs pressed against each other, shoulders brushing, feet curling together teasingly. It was a lot, the touching, the affection, and it nearly overloaded Bakugou, leaving his heart racing, and he was barely able to eat, so focused on every point of contact between them.

Bakugou drove him home afterwards and only put up a token protest about walking Kirishima to his door.

“It was a good date, right?” Kirishima asked as they stood at his door. He was just a few inches taller than Bakugou and Bakugou nervously licked his lips.

“Yeah,” he admitted. Kirishima beamed and Bakugou couldn’t stop looking at his mouth.

Kirishima leaned just a little closer and Bakugou felt anticipation in his veins. “You want to do something tomorrow too?” Kirishima asked, voice low. Bakugou hummed.

“Yeah,” he repeated quietly.

Kirishima chuckled, leaning impossibly closer, and his hands curled around Bakugou’s waist. Bakugou grabbed at his arms, not sure what touch, but then he felt Kirishima’s breath against his lips and he stood absolutely still.

“Can I kiss you?” Kirishima whispered.

“You fucking better,” Bakugou growled.

Kirishima laughed before pulling Bakugou against him and molding their lips together, successfully stealing Bakugou’s breath. Bakugou’s hands dragged up his arms to his shoulders and he didn’t completely hate how he had to lean up on his toes. One of his hands crawled up Kirishima’s neck and twisted into his hair, gripping tightly to tilt his head at a better angle. Kirishima smiled against his lips and Bakugou growled as it made it impossible to keep kissing him.

“Quit smiling,” he grumbled.

“I can’t help it,” Kirishima murmured, and their noses brushed teasing.

Bakugou huffed, resigning to accept Kirishima’s cheesy eskimo kisses and trying not to spontaneously combust.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Kirishima promised, and he gave one last chaste kiss before slowly pulling away. Bakugou reluctantly released his hold on him, stepping back.

“Yeah,” he agreed, licking his lips. Kirishima smiled and Bakugou didn’t fight the upward curl of his own lips.

It really was a good date.

And he couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

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