here’s a short little h/c nightmare fic i wrote instead of working on the requests i got—
krbk, established relationship
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“Eijirooo...”
He was pulled out of his sleep by a familiar voice, and his eyes blinked open sleepily. The room was dark, save for the moonlight slanting in through the window. He noted that it was sometime past 2 am, and that his room was a bit cold.
“Eijiro?” Bakugo’s voice was uncharacteristically soft, almost upset. Is something wrong?
That thought flashed in his mind as he went to go get the door. The sight that greeted him was definitely unexpected. He was standing in the doorway wrapped in a blanket, staring at the floor with a troubled look on his face.
“Katsuki? It’s 2 am,” Kirishima said, and quirked his head at him.
“I can leave.” At that, he moved to turn around, but Kirishima grabbed his shoulder and stopped him.
“No, c’mere.” He wordlessly brought him into his room, the dim light of the hallway disappearing as the door shut with a soft click.
“Um…” Bakugo looked everywhere but Kirishima’s face, settling on staring at his shoulder.
“C… Can I sleep with you tonight?” The question hit Kirishima like a dodgeball to the face, rendering him speechless out of shock.
“I just…” He fidgeted with the blanket around his shoulders.
“You don’t need to explain if you don’t wanna, just come here.” He laid down on the side of the bed near the wall, patting the space next to him. Bakugo settled down with a yawn. The room was silent for a couple of seconds, with the hum of the air conditioner in the background.
“Didn’t wanna be alone,” He half-whispers.
“Alright, get up for a second.” Bakugo rolled back off for a second, and Kirishima pulled back the blankets. When he laid back down underneath the blankets facing him, Kirishima pulled him into a tight hug, and immediately started rubbing comforting circles into his back.
“You could talk about anything with me, you know that, right?” Kirishima rested his forehead softly against Bakugo’s in a gesture of support.
“I’m here for you.” Bakugo then started crying quietly, almost inaudible over the whirring of the AC unit.
“Nightmares.” He managed to get only one word out between his sniffles, but it was enough for Kirishima. He flopped onto his back, taking Bakugo with him. He rested his face right against Kirishima’s, with his nose brushing against his cheek. He squeezed him gently around the torso, which made his crying a little louder.
“I’m here, Katsuki, you’re okay.” His hand moved to Bakugo’s hair at an awkward angle, running his fingers through his (surprisingly fluffy) spikes.
“Do you need anything?” Kirishima didn’t expect him to ask for anything, but it was still worth an ask.
“U-Um… Could you keep… uh… petting me? Feels nice.” Kirishima nodded without hesitation, the only words he said were a quiet request for him to move down and rest his head on his chest.
One arm stayed wrapped around Bakugo, the other resting against his cheek and lightly scratching his scalp. He hummed and pushed his face into Kirishima’s chest, thoroughly enjoying the feeling. His breathing slowed to match his, calmness washing over him as the memories of his dream got replaced by the feeling of his boyfriend’s hand in his hair. And the warmth radiating off his skin chased away the iciness of the sludge that had surrounded him in his nightmare.
A/N: this was in my drafts and i realized i never posted it. yes i am aware this is very very self indulgent and i’m only slightly sorry
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“Yo, has anyone seen Bakugo lately? He disappeared like… right after Christmas. It’s been two days.” Kaminari tilted his head questioningly, making eye contact with some of the other students sitting in the common room. Everyone gave him shrugs and noncommittal noises, clearly not that concerned about it.
“It’s nice around here without him, no yelling. Dunno about you guys, but I like my winter break better when he’s not here.” Mineta punctuated his statement by popping a candy in his mouth, and the rest of the class fell silent. Some looked at Kirishima nervously, who had definitely heard what Mineta said. He was staring out the window blankly. He didn’t even react, he just pressed his lips together tighter.
“I’m checking on him, don’t wait for me.” As he said that, quiet conversation started back up, and the tension was relieved when he stormed out of the common room.
When he stepped into his dorm room, he didn’t see Bakugo. His bed was unmade and it was a total mess, blankets piled up haphazardly. Weird, he doesn’t like leaving his bed like that. Thinks only lazy people don’t keep their rooms clean. He moved further in to check if he was in the bathroom, but was stopped short by a weak snarl coming from under the blanket pile.
“Bakugo?” He crept closer to the bed, hyper aware of the fact that he might’ve wanted to be alone, in which case he was intruding.
“Get the fuck outta my room, asshole.” His reply was barely audible and watery, as if he’d been crying before he walked in.
“Not until I know you’re alright. You haven’t come downstairs to get food, have you even eaten since I last saw you?”
“None of your goddamn business, Kirishima.” He let out a quiet sob, and the blanket mound shifted a little. He still couldn’t see Bakugo, so he moved to sit on the floor at the head of his bed. His face was the only thing exposed, and it was deathly pale and sweat covered. His face was twisted in a half-grimace with his eyes closed, and he was violently shaking under the covers.
“Holy shit dude, are you okay?” Kirishima went to feel his forehead on instinct, and he didn’t even flinch or try to bat his hand away. He just squeezed his eyes shut further, and made a whimpering noise at him.
“You’re ice cold, why haven’t you gone to Recovery Girl?”
“...On vacation, remember? Just… go away.” He then pulled his face into the sheets.
“I’ll be right back.” Kirishima quickly walked out the door, disappearing in a flash.
When he came back, he was holding a thermos of pot roast and a glass of water. He set the things he brought on the nightstand, and he saw that he’d poked his face out.
“I’m not leaving till you eat.” He sat back down in his spot on the floor, and Bakugo opened his eyes to see what he’d brought.
“No.”
“Why not? I’ve seen you eat this before, and you… uh… didn’t say it was shit, so I assumed you at least tolerate it. What’s up?” Kirishima tilted his head questioningly at him, and edged a bit closer. His stomach growled loudly, enough for him to hear.
“Fine.” He rolled his eyes and started struggling to sit up with a grunt of effort, but his arm gave out on him and he flopped back onto the bed.
“I’m so fucking pathetic, can’t even do this.” He instead opted to curl up into a ball and dry sob.
“Um… When’s the last time you drank anything?” Kirishima made a concerned face, and scooched even closer to the side of the bed, until he wasn’t even a step away from it.
“How… How long have I been away?” He glanced at the clock, as if that’d give him a clue to what day it was.
“Have you not gotten up once since you laid down?” Kirishima gasped, almost sounding offended.
“No… No energy.” He stuttered, shaking his head slightly.
“Not even to go to the bathroom?”
“Haven’t needed to.”
Oh shit, he’s dehydrated, he thought. I need to get him to drink some water right now.
“That’s it.” Kirishima stood up suddenly at that.
“What the fuck-“ He had started crawling over Bakugo, to the side against the wall.
“Can I?” He gestured to the thick layer of blankets that he was kneeling on, asking permission to join him under them. He huffed at him, but he didn’t say no, so he pulled off the hoodie he was wearing. He didn’t have a shirt underneath, and a little bit of color returned to Bakugo’s face.
“Jesus Christ, I’m- What’s that for, idiot?” He growled weakly.
“I’m warming you up, you can’t feel my body heat as well through a hoodie.” He pulled a particularly fluffy blanket off the top of the pile, and wrapped it around himself.
“I’m gonna put you on my lap and help you sit up, that okay?” He didn’t respond but Kirishima knew that if he didn’t want to, he’d say so. He peeled back the sheets, exposing his shivering body, and picked him up so he could move to sit with his legs over the side of the bed.
Then Kirishima pulled Bakugo into his lap, and immediately started spooning him from behind. He wrapped the blanket around him, making sure to close up all the gaps, and rested his chin on his shoulder. When he pulled him closer, he involuntarily shuddered at how cold he was. He could feel it through Bakugo’s thin tank top and boxers, and they were slightly damp with sweat. He was shaking violently, but as Kirishima’s body heat seeped into him, it slowly stopped.
“D’you wanna try drinking some water now? I’ll hold you up, you’ll be okay.” Kirishima gently squeezed around his torso, shuffling up the bed till he was within reach of the things he brought.
“Um… yeah… thanks.” His voice got quieter with each word, and he could barely hear the last ‘thanks’. Kirishima was stunned by the change in demeanor. Normally he would say something like “I’m not a kid, stop patronizing me, asshole”, but he accepted his help without complaint. He leaned over to reach for the glass, then handed it to Bakugo. He took a mouthful of water and swished it around for a second before swallowing, then he chugged the entire glass in one go.
“Want me to go get more water?” Bakugo nodded wordlessly, so he moved him off his lap and got up.
“Heh, try not to miss me too much.” Bakugo simply fell over in response, and he went on his way to get water. He stopped by his room first, to grab the large bottle he brings with him when he trains. Midoriya stopped him to ask if everything was okay, but he just waved him off and said it was fine.
When he returned, he came back to Bakugo with his face buried in his hoodie. He was half asleep with his eyes closed, and making small satisfied noises whenever he inhaled. God, he’s so adorable… That was all he was thinking while he watched him from the doorway, spotting a small but genuine smile on his face. He was sure that he didn’t know he was there, and he decided to save him the embarrassment. He walked quietly to the end of the hallway, then purposely stepped heavily to alert him that he was coming. Sure enough, when he poked his head back in, his hoodie was (vaguely) in the same place he left it.
“Hey, Bakugo, I got you more water…” He put it down next to the food, and then sat back on the edge of the bed. Bakugo stayed laying down but moved his head near Kirishima’s hip, so he could pick him up easier.
“Can you get up yourself?”
“Yeah, fuck off.” He then propped himself up shakily, Kirishima wrapped his arms around his torso, and lifted him into a sitting position on his lap. He re-wrapped them in a thick blanket, then pulled Bakugo’s back flush against his chest.
“Mm… Warm…” Bakugo mumbled sleepily, and relaxed against him.
“I put the food in a thermos, so it should still be hot.” Kirishima handed it to him, and stayed silent while he ate. It was gone within a couple of minutes, he ate and drank like he hadn’t eaten in days (which, coincidentally, was what had happened).
“Wanna watch a movie?” Kirishima eyed Bakugo’s laptop that was sitting on his desk, while he finished off the food.
“What fuckin’ ever, do what you want. ‘M tired.” He leaned back on Kirishima with his entire body weight, relaxing completely against him.
“...Dude, I need to get up. To put on the movie.”
“Sounds like an iss-you, not an iss-me.” Kirishima made a complaining noise at that, and he reluctantly laid down and moved off. It took a couple minutes to pick a movie, he settled for some random American movie, dubbed in Japanese.
“Hey, why don’t you have a password on here? Isn't that unsafe?”
“People don’ touch it if they know what’s good for ‘em.” After pressing play, he moved back to the bed, and sat down on the edge.
It took a bit before Kirishima realized that Bakugo was still shaking, and making quiet whimpering noises. He didn’t want to push his luck and risk setting him off, especially since he was probably feeling a bit more like his usual self. He was sitting at the foot of the bed, waiting for the eventual “get the fuck out of my room” he was expecting.
“Uh… Are you… okay?” He asked tentatively, with the least patronizing tone he could muster.
“It’s kinda cold in here, ‘M fine.” He pulled his blanket pile up further on his body, and looked straight ahead at the movie playing on his laptop.
Shit, how do I get him to accept help?
“Yeah, I’m cold too. Can I have one of your blankets?” He said in a sly tone of voice, and prayed that Bakugo had picked up on what he was trying to do.
“Fuck no, you crazy? As if. I guess we could share. Y’know, so I don’t have to give up any blankets.” He accompanied the sentence with an eye roll. That was all the invitation Kirishima needed, and he slid himself under the sheets with him. Bakugo immediately turned around and pushed Kirishima onto his back, then settled his body against him with a contented sigh. He rested his head right on his chest, and tangled their legs together. They were sitting up at an angle, with the pillows supporting Kirishima’s back.
“Um… Bakugo…” Kirishima stammered, taken by surprise by his sudden pushy affection. Bakugo was silent for a couple of seconds, lost in thought about something. Kirishima snaked his hands in under his arms and around his torso, and he made a small noise of happiness.
“Actually, it’s Katsuki for you now. Uh… If you want to. It’s whatever, do what you want.” He lifted his head up to look at Kirishima nervously. What he saw was a bright red face, and wide eyes.
“I… You can call me Eijiro, too. I’d like that.” He managed to get through the entire sentence without messing up, and he thanked whatever higher power was watching over him at the moment.
“Katsuki…” The way he said it was almost reverent, his voice laden with quiet awe. He made eye contact with him, and gave him a small smile.
“Eijiro…” He shifted up a little so they were at eye level, and he was sitting on his lap. He rested one of his hands in the crook of his neck, and pressed their foreheads together.
“Kiss me.”
Their first kiss was soft and sweet and slow, both of them taking their time. The movie was long forgotten, in favor of lazily making out. Kirishima’s hands found their way to Bakugo’s back, running fingers lightly over his skin. The feeling made him whine into the kiss, and squeeze Kirishima’s hips in appreciation.
“That feels good,” He mumbled against Kirishima’s lips. His body went weak, and he melted against him with a little “mmph” noise. That just encouraged him to kiss harder, giving him a tight hug around the waist.
“‘M gettin’ tired…” At that, Bakugo pressed one last kiss to Kirishima’s mouth, and settled back down onto his chest.
“Your skin’s so soft,” He muttered quietly. He pushed his face into him a little and closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth radiating off him.
“God, you’re cute.” As soon as Kirishima said that, he stiffened, clearly not meaning to say that out loud. Bakugo just hummed contentedly in response.
He was only paying a little bit of attention to the movie. It was some old superhero flick, from the time before quirks started manifesting. The guy could shrink and control ants or something, for all Bakugo knew. Kinda weird, in his opinion. But he was safe, loved, comfortable, with someone he trusts taking gentle care of him.
...Kinda sucks that I had to be fuckin’ miserable as shit to get here, though.
That was the last thought he had before he finally stopped fighting his exhaustion, letting the warmth and Kirishima’s breathing lull him to sleep.
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A/N: watch kiri catch whatever bakugo has and get sick as hell from that kiss, then get called an idiot by bakugo even though it was his idea
prompt “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”
HELLO THIS GOT LONG
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like real people do
krbk, getting back together, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort
tw alcohol, intoxication, emeto, self neglect
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A month. That’s how long it’d taken for him to break and hit the call button. It was a mistake, really, his finger had been hovering over the icon for five minutes at least. The tap barely registered through the haze in his head, and the ringing was a dull, faded noise that merely bounced off the thick layer of fog surrounding him.
It echoed through his empty apartment, which was depressingly colorless. He had refused to buy anything that wasn’t some shade of grey or orange, but now that his stuff was gone, he kinda really missed the obnoxious neon hues of his clothes strewn everywhere.
He never thought he’d miss the mess that he had angrily mentioned while chasing him out. The apartment was too sterile, bearing no trace that anyone had ever lived there. Except for the table, filled with empty glass bottles whose contents were an unwitting part of the failed attempt to drown and bury feelings that were now threatening to boil over inside of him.
“Ka… Bakugo?” The voice was soft and hesitant, laced with sadness, and an emotion he couldn’t pin down.
“E-Eijiro— I didn’ expect you to pick up…” He slurred his words, half from inebriation and half from crying.
“What did you call me for?” His voice gained a little bit of hostility, the phone audio crackling as he spat those words.
“I’m… I’m really sorry, I fucked up, I… Shouldn’t have- I miss you so much.”
“Wha-“
“Fuck, I’m so lonely. I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending they’re you. Even though they have your hair color, none of it looks as… hah… dumb as yours, and they don’t have your smile, or your laugh…” His voice broke, and he set his phone down on the table as he was overtaken by sobs. He put his face in his hands, muffling his crying and making the tears streaming down his face gather in his palms.
“Are… Are you drunk?”
“U-Uh… No,” He mumbled, unconvincingly. Kirishima stayed silent, thinking.
“I’m coming over.”
“No, wait, I-“ He tried to protest, but he was cut off by the sound of him hanging up. He was about to hit the call back button but he suddenly became aware of the fact that more than just strong feelings were coming up his throat.
When Kirishima opened the (thankfully unlocked) door, he was greeted with the sound of sobbing and retching coming from the bathroom. His phone was sitting on the table, with a dribble of vomit next to it.
“Baku- Kat- Uhh….?” He cycled through his given name and surname, unsure of how to address him.
“K-Kaa-hatsuki,” He gagged in the middle of the word, leaning back over the toilet. Not much came out, just pure bitter bile. He hadn’t eaten well in weeks, only having enough to not pass out from hunger while he sat listlessly around the house or went to work. He coughed from the feeling of acid in the back of his throat, and the action caused him to dry heave.
That was what Kirishima walked in on, him leaning over the toilet, unable to move from where he was hugging the bowl. He kept retching, but nothing was coming out.
“Jesus Christ Katsuki, how much have you drank?” He asked incredulously, staring in shock at the gaunt figure in front of him.
His skin, which had once been colored, was now a dull grey. He had deep bags under his eyes, and he trembled even when he was sitting still.
“I dunno why you had to come over, I’m fine. Fucking peachy. Calling you was a mistake.” Bakugo sneered at him, but there was no malice behind it. Just sadness and hurt.
“See, this is why we broke up. You wouldn’t accept my help, even when you clearly needed it. Alright, okay, whatever. I’m too nice for this shit, I don’t know why I came over. Maybe I had hoped you changed. Maybe I have that savior complex you mentioned and I hoped you were finally broken enough to be ready for me. I don’t fucking know.” Kirishima was angry, yet his tone was icy cold and mechanical. It was paired with an unfamiliar scowl, and a pair of eyes filled to the brim with rage.
“Fuckin’ shit I did it again- Eijiro, I’m so sorry, it’s just habit. P… Please don’t leave me,” Bakugo whimpered pitifully, arm still wrapped around the toilet bowl.
“I… I need you.” Those words stopped Kirishima in his tracks, whose back was turned to leave the bathroom. His face softened, and he swiveled around to look at him.
“I love you too. You’re kinda a mess right now, when’s the last time you showered?” His voice was full of sympathy, concern, and genuine sweetness, a complete 180 from what it was just a few seconds ago.
“I don’t remember,” He said softly. He hadn’t been keeping track of it, but it’d been five days. His unwashed hair laid flat with grease, having lost its usual poof. At the mention of showers, he suddenly felt all the grime and sweat caked on his skin at once. He sniffled, and his skin crawled at the thought of how dirty he was.
“Here, I’ll take a shower with you. Maybe you’ll feel less gross afterwards.” Kirishima held out his hand, letting Bakugo lean on him to pull himself up. He stumbled right into Kirishima once he was upright, dizzy from intoxication. They both started undressing automatically, Kirishima turning on the water while they settled back into a familiar routine. When it was warm, they both stepped in, the water instantly making Bakugo feel a bit better and washing off the built up dirt. He sidled right up to Kirishima, settling in his arms and relaxing against his chest with a sigh.
“Isn’t this a bit weird, seeing as you kindaaa... chased me out of the apartment screaming a month ago and told me to never come back?” He was genuinely confused, but still wrapped his arms around Bakugo’s torso and squeezed him gently. He hummed in response, and pushed his face up against the side of his neck.
“I missed you. I’m sorry fer bein’ a dick, you didn’t deserve being treated like shit.” He interrupted his apology by pressing a kiss right behind his ear.
“I’ll try to do better, if you’ll have me.” He pushed his body flush to Kirishima’s under the water. He’d never admit it, but that was one of the things he missed most.
“Can you wash my hair? Feels better when you do it.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou & Midoriya Izuku
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Kirishima Eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou's Parents, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Bodyswap, Inspired by Kimi no Na wa. | Your Name., Angst, Homophobia, Crack, Abusive Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Mitsuki's Bad Parenting, Tags will be updated as fic is updated, can you tell that i don’t like mitsuki bakugo, by god there will be so much character development, I swear it
Summary:
the memories would still come to him randomly, though, like bits from a half remembered dream. sometimes they came at a flash of blonde hair from a stranger, or a sneer, or a bit of roughness in someone’s voice.
but most of the time, they came as he jerked awake. those were the days he woke up crying, and the days that he spent the morning staring out the window watching the faces of strangers pass by. those days always seemed to come when he was about to forget, about to stop searching.
something’s missing, the little voice in his head seemed to say. you lost something important to you. something you should keep looking for.
A kiribaku bodyswap AU based on the movie kimi no na wa! Kirishima and Bakugo have to learn to navigate each other’s’ lives as they switch at random, causing wacky shenanigans and whatnot. There will be a lot of Bakugo threatening Kirishima to act more like an asshole in his body, and emotional moments. so many emotional moments.
“how do you make doing that look so cute?” in the prompts? - 🍁
this is for you and the other anon who requested this!
sorry it’s kinda short ;_;
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“How do you make doing that look so cute?”
The question catches Kirishima by surprise, his cheeks gaining a dusting of pink.
“I’m sorry, what?” Bakugo rolls his eyes at that, snorting from his position on the desk chair.
“Tch. You know what you’re doing, you asshole.” Kirishima blinks and raises his eyebrows, definitely not knowing what he was doing. He started fidgeting with the blanket he was sitting on.
“No, I definitely don’t know what I’m doing?” They weren’t doing anything, really, only existing in each other’s’ space and occasionally throwing longing glances in the other’s direction when they weren’t looking. So, a normal afternoon after school. They were in Bakugo’s dorm, the reddish light of the sunset giving everything a warm glow. Bakugo squinted in Kirishima’s direction.
“Existing.” He spat out that word like a piece of food that was unexpectedly bitter. Kirishima started spluttering, and laughed in shock at the tone of voice he said it in.
“Oh my god dude, how come you said it like that? Sounds like you just called me a moron, not cute—“ Kirishima started wheezing harder, making unintelligible noises that may or may not have been “oh my god, you’re adorable”.
“I— C'mere bro, I gotta tell you a secret.”
“You’re dumb, but okay.” Bakugo rolled his eyes again, but there was an unmistakable blush on his face. He got up from the chair and sat down on the edge of the bed stiffly, arms pinned to his sides like they were glued there. Kirishima then slowly crawled over to where he was.
“Turn around, Katsuki,” He whispered, leaning in close enough for him to feel his breath ghosting on his neck.
“I uh— okay…” The deep yet quiet authority in his voice made Bakugo shiver, and he complied instantly. He moved to the center of the bed, back facing the headboard, and Kirishima immediately got in his space. His face was hovering centimeters from his, the sound of heartbeats and breathing seeming to fill the space of the room.
Kirishima was the one to lean in, Bakugo frozen by shock. He pushed their lips together gently, and sighed through his nose. It took a second for him to start reciprocating, letting out a loud keening noise into the kiss. Kirishima’s hand moved to fist in his hair softly.
He didn’t even break the kiss to talk, muttering against his lips in a soft voice and sending liquid fire through his veins.
for the prompts: "YOU! I'll kill you!" and any ship you like (who am i kidding its gonna be kiribaku, right?)
YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT!
this is for you and the anon that requested it :3
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“YOU! I’LL KILL YOU!”
The sound of Bakugo yelling and Kirishima giggling reverberated through the common room, and everyone looked at them with curiosity. They were playing Mariokart, and Bakugo was now holding his hand over his left arm, the one facing Kirishima.
“I can’t believe you! You’re a fucking asshole!” He sounded extremely offended and hurt, like he had stabbed him or something.
“You can’t just fucking bite me to win! That’s so goddamn unfair!” Bakugo was glaring daggers at Kirishima, who was smiling brightly in return.
“Aww, want me to kiss it better?” Kirishima’s giggling turned into full on laughter, doubling over and falling off the couch. Bakugo kicked him on the thigh in return.
“Oh c’mon, I couldn’t resist!” Kirishima got back on the couch, immediately pulling Bakugo into a hug. Bakugo rolled his eyes, but he smiled anyway.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” He growled in return.
“We’re gonna play fair this time, or I won’t talk to you for a week, and that is a PROMISE.”
im not super confident in this writing, so i hope you guys enjoy it more than i do!!
a gift written for @todorokitops , whose birthday was too long ago to justify this still being a birthday gift ;_; sorry
this is part of their selfcest KamiZuma AU, you can read more about it on their blog!
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“UUUUUGH, why did we have to go out shopping today? It’s my day off! And I hate shopping!” Kaminari grumbled, shifting the pile of clothes Zuma had handed him in his arms. They were all from the women’s section, an assortment of skirts, crop tops, and a few chokers for good measure.
“You and I both know you’re not happy in your clothes. Listen, the sooner you learn that gender is a scam, the sooner you can start doing hot boy shit. Like wearing hot pink, and doing your makeup.” Kaminari just nodded along, and glanced down at the things he’d been handed. As he ducked into the changing room, his head filled with swirling doubts at the neon hues he was holding.
As soon as he hung all the clothes hangers, he sat on the bench and put his face in his hands.
What if they think it’s dumb? What will mom think? What if Bakugo calls me a tranny or something? What if I don’t look like I hope I will?
His train of thought was interrupted by a gentle rustling, as the dressing room curtain was pushed back by Zuma. His face softened, and he sat down next to him quietly. He thought for a minute, organizing his thoughts, planning to say exactly what he wanted to hear when he was younger
“Hey, Kami, it’s okay. It’ll be fine.” Zuma got up to sit right in front of him on the floor, and made eye contact with him. His eyes were filled with concern, and gentle understanding.
“I know you’re scared of everyone’s reactions, but you can take it slow. You don’t have to wear all of this at once. Trust me, everyone’ll think it’s bomb.” He settled down onto the floor completely, resting his elbows on his knees cross-legged. He gave him a small reassuring smile, and Kami stayed silent.
“You’re even the reason Bakugo starts wearing eyeliner and chokers, though he still won’t admit it, even after all these years… You’re the one that shows him it’s okay. Plus, you look hot as fuck in clothes like that, so jot that down.” He joked to lighten the mood, uncomfortable with the air of vulnerability he’d just created. He may have been older, but he still hadn’t learned how to be genuine without cracking a joke. Maybe I need to work on that, he thought.
But Kaminari didn’t laugh at the joke he made. Instead, he edged off his seat to sit next to Zuma on the ground. He pulled him into a tight hug, with tears in his eyes.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou
Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Self-Hatred, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, Getting Together, Bakugo Has Issues, and kiri shouldve told him to get fucked, thats an exaggeration but why isnt he more mad, like damn bro get some self respect
Summary:
Well, that sure is a bad reaction to a confession. Exposing his vulnerable side just to have a knife stuck in it isn’t a fun way to spend a Saturday evening. His feelings quite literally explode in his face.
Alternatively, Bakugo ruins their weekly game night by being gay and angsty then feels really bad about it. Kirishima will love him anyway. He has no choice.
