Uh..I needed Bakushima fluff. So...this.
Ao3.
Who knew there was another side to Bakugou Katsuki. Eijirou was used to the scale starting at 'firecracker' and ending at 'nuclear explosion'. Even calm, there was always something simmering just beneath the surface, ready to boil over at the slightest provocation. A sleepy Bakugou was something novel and new.
Something completely different.
Eijirou decided he could get used to it.
It was a balmy day, the kind that made you just want to kick back and relax. The two of them had been studying in a quiet corner of the school grounds, in the dappled shade beneath a stand of trees. It was becoming a more common occurrence, so different from that day when he'd had to drag an enraged Bakugou out of the library while apologizing profusely to the other patrons.
He didn't remember it happening, but the warmth and the shade and the dullness of the textbook that he'd been staring at for what felt like hours caused his eyelids to droop. The next thing he knew, he awoke to find himself lying back on the soft grass, the tree shadows stretching longer than before. Next to Bakugou. He lay still for a moment, sluggish brain trying to process the situation. One of the blond's arms was draped casually over him, textbooks lying abandoned by his side.
“Uh...” Eijirou shifted slightly, then froze. He was afraid if he did anything more than breathe, something would end up on fire. And that Bakugou would move. Not necessarily in that order.
“Damn it Shitty Hair...” A low growl emanated from Bakugou's throat. “Stop movin'...dumbass. I ws comfrble.” The slurred words faded off. “G’nna murder you...”
“S-sorry?” That was about all he could think to say. He moved his head ever so slightly, enough to gaze at the other boy by his side.
Regular Bakugou was dynamite and smoke and eyes that blazed like fire opals. Sleepy Bakugou was a mess of pale limbs and tousled hair, a stream of threats lacking fangs as they were mumbled into Eijirou's neck. Yeah, he could get used to this.