the original post isnt like, mean spirited, it just caught me at the wrong time tbh (aka, pride month, where i gotta see acephobic posts every other day and am just a little bit more sensitive lmao) like because to me, the example of 'proud to be sex-free' doesnt sound uh, negative towards sex? but that might also be a non-native speaker thing i guess. idk, it's late, i was high up on emotions from watching coco again and still riled up from "cishet aces dont belong in the lgbt community" posts from the last few days, dont take me too seriously please im super delirious bc i took an anti allergy pill way too early in the day and have been basically asleep since
OOOO!!! If you want to, would you please write an erasermight fic with an oblivious and flustered all might being teased by aizawa? :)
I’m back from the dead! Also i giggled when I read your request cuz I had a good idea and I hope you like it!!!
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“Hey, Toshi!!!”
Toshinori looked up from grading his assignments with a sigh. He turned to the loud voice that anyone could recognize as Hizashi’s excited screaming. Toshinori knows that the other doesn’t pay attention to his volume much but it was still annoying at times. Especially when those times are when he’s very busy.
“What do you need Hizashi?” he asked turning his chair to face the other. His jaw dropped when he saw that Shouta was standing next to im with an uncharacteristically bright smile on his face. “Uh, what’s wrong with Shouta?”
Hizashi shrugged. “Dunno man just kinda found him like this. He just got back from a job so that’s probably it.” He scratched the back of his head. “Anyway! I have things to do and Shouta here has been saying a bunch of weird things so can you keep an eye on him? ‘Kay thanks bye!!!” He ran out of the teachers lounge before Toshinori could answer, leaving him there with a shocked expression on his face.
After a few seconds of processing what just happened, he sighed and turned to Shouta, who wasn’t there anymore. Toshinori started to panic slightly, springing up from his seat and looking around the room quickly for his coworker. He wasn’t sure exactly what was wrong with the other but if Hizashi thought he was acting weird then Toshinori was inclined to believe that that is the truth.
Just as he was about to run out into the hallways, he felt a light tug on his hair from behind. Jumping slightly, he turned his head to find Shouta standing right behind him. He was leaning close to Toshinori, his face only centimeters away from the others, fiddling with some strands of his curly blonde hair.
“You have really soft hair Toshi.” Shouta switched from playing with a strand to carding his hand through Toshinori’s entire scalp, which felt really good to the other. He blushed at the attention and their closeness and took a step back, coughing awkwardly.
“I…well..thanks…um,” he stuttered out as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck and looked away briefly.
“Hmm.” Toshinori looked back up at the other, only to see Shouta walking closer with a calculating look in his eyes. Toshinori became nervous, body tensing as he took a few steps back until his back hit the wall. Even though he towered over Shouta, the other seemed to stare him down with ease.
“Uh…” he honestly did not know what to say as Shouta’s eyes raked up and down his body.
“”I love your eyes. They seem so bright.”
“My…um?” Toshinori could feel his face heat up.
“You’re strong too. I bet in your hero form you could’ve benched me with ease. Hot.”
Hot?! At this point, he felt like he was burning.
“We should date.”
Toshinori couldn’t think anymore. It felt as if his heart just exploded, from embarrassment, happiness, or flattery he wasn’t sure. “Y-you aren’t thinking straight! You should probably get some rest and we can talk when you wake up!” He grabbed Shouta’s shoulders and spun him around, pushing him towards the couch on the other side of the room.
“But I feel fine?”
“Nope! Definitely sick or something!”
“Are you rejecting me?” Toshinori froze in his spot, allowing Shouta to turn around. Toshinori’s heart clenched when he saw the sad look in the other’s eyes. It must be the villain’s quirk, causing him to be honest and letting out his emotions more.
“Ask me again when your mind clears okay?” He flashed a reassuring smile, receiving one in return and making his stomach flutter.
thoughts on bakugou finding a still-injured kiri attempting to dye his roots and (exasperatedly) taking over the job and Kiri being really stiff and unsure at first but just slowly relaxing into baku working with his hair, especially when he gets to the point of shampooing it afterwards?
Personally, I headcanon that Kirishima has never dyed his own hair a single time in his life. When he comes up with it for first time, his mother takes him to a hairdresser to see how it’s properly done. After this, his mom takes over and dyes his roots regularly.
After he starts living in the dorms he tries dyeing on his own and it’s just not as good. He misses some spots, the color ends up uneven (I died my hair green before and fuck, are bright colors hard) and he just. doesn’t know how to. He ends up asking for Denki’s help or Ashido’s.
When he gets injured, though, and his roots start showing he gets a little hesitant. Because dyeing his hair implies wearing worn out clothes that show his bandages and scars and he doesn’t want any of them to look worried.
And that’s why he goes to Bakugou.
Not that he doesn’t think Bakugou cares. He knows he does. He also knows that Bakugou understands how he got hurt and won’t wast their time with pity or fuss over his injuries (Bakugou already let out all of his rage when he lectured Kirishima for being reckless at the hospital anyway).
In the end, Bakugou complains a whole lot that this is stupid, but complies anyway.
Of course Kiri was nervous and hesitant at first, but as he expected Bakugou treated him as always.
And it’s not like Bakugou is letting anyone do this ever again, not when he sees the way Kirishima leans into his touch when he scrubs his head or how he closes his eyes and hums happily as Bakugou’s washes his hair. That is a sight for Bakugou alone.
What if the kids didn't design their costumes until they started school, like it was an assignment, and Kiri has already befriended Baku, but Baku absolutely refuses to talk about it, then they get their costumes and he comes out with these huge things on his hands and Kiri just loses it (he doesn't know that they're actually a good idea because Baku wouldn't talk about it) but then Baku
just has some snarky comeback about Kiri's "bondage" mask that leaves Kiri completely flustered cuz he hadn't thought of that at all!
Hmm... this is only sort of spring related? But for a spring-themed prompt: Baku takes Kiri on a hike, but it's at a really specific time and place because there's a view of a field of flowers (or an orchard of flowering trees??) that doesn't last long and Baku happened to see it one year and he knows that Kiri will love it. (I hope you're having a great day/night!)
I had a blast (haha) with this one!
Title: Flowers for the Soul
Rated: G
Read it on AO3
“Hurry up, Shitty-hair. I refuse to believe you’re already tired,” Bakugou called out without looking behind him. He may be used to hiking this trail, but that didn’t mean he was stupid enough to not watch where he put his feet.
“Dude, cut me some slack. It’s not everyday that I climb a mountain.”
Bakugou ignored the whine in Kirishima’s voice. “Shut up with your excuses. You train your stamina daily just like the rest of us.”
“Well maybe if I knew why you woke me up at five this morning and brought me here, I would have a little more motivation to pick up my pace.”
“Ok first of all, don’t use that accusatory tone with me. I can’t count the number of times you’ve woken me up at every ungodly hour of the night. And second,” Bakugou paused to flash a wicked smile over his shoulder, “I thought you liked surprises?”
Bakugou watched Kirishima’s face just long enough to see his mouth drop open, before he turned back around and continued to march up the trail. He heard Kirishima stumble over the uneven ground in his rush to catch up.
“Wait, hold on. Is that what this is? A surprise?” Kirishima asked. Bakugou shrugged. “Aw, Blasty, I’m touched.”
“You’re going to be bruised if you don’t fucking shut up. ”
Kirishima laughed, but did as he was told. For the next ten minutes the pair walked in comfortable silence, choosing to listen to the early-April wind rustle the treetops. Sometimes Kirishima would stop to pick up a pebble he found particularly interesting, and he would proudly hold it out for Bakugou to see. Since Kirishima had never been on this trail, Bakugou would occasionally point out hidden landmarks that he might have otherwise missed. Kirishima would ‘oooh’ and ‘aaah’, and call Bakugou amazing for having found the hidden treasures in the first place.
Eventually, the pre-dawn sky lightened into dawn proper. They watched the sky flame orange from between the trees. Kirishima kissed Bakugou good morning, and Bakugou called him a sap.
After a few more kilometers of walking, Bakugou surprised Kirishima by stepping of the worn path. Kirishima tilted his head curiously, but followed without question. Hiking without a path was more difficult due to the thick underbrush, so Bakugou had to focus to find an easy route. Despite his best efforts, they still crushed a fair amount of foliage.
At last, Bakugou could see their destination. Kirishima was too busy watching where to put his feet, that he had yet to notice the view a couple dozen meters in front of him. Bakugou stepped into Kirishima’s space which immediately made the other boy look up.
“Close your eyes, Kirishima.”
Kirishima instantly obeyed. For a split second, Bakugou was thrown by the display of trust. Few people, even those he called friends, would willingly blind themselves around him. When in the presence of a tiger, you don’t fucking close your eyes, no matter how tame the tiger appears. Of course Kirishima would be the exception. He always was.
Bakugou took Kirishima’s hand and led him through the remaining distance.
“Alright, you can open them.”
Kirishima’s eyes fluttered open. Bakugou didn’t look away from Kirishima’s face as he took in the scene before him. A massive cherry tree, old and proud, stood in the center of a small clearing. Though it was a little late in the blooming season, it’s twisting branches were still covered in bursts of blossoms. Countless tiny petals were swept up in the gentle breeze. Their delicate scent covered everything, and Bakugou knew his clothes would smell like them long after they got back to the dorms. Springing up from the grass around the tree were wildflowers of blue and purple. The morning light coloured the clearing in soft gold, and the cherry blossoms seemed to glow with it.
Bakugou saw all of this through Kirishima’s impossibly wide eyes. One of his hands was still holding Bakugou’s, but his grip had tightened. The other shot up to cover his gaping mouth, but only made it about halfway, so it stayed frozen near his chin. It was minutes before Kirishima moved. He turned to Bakugou and offered a wobbly smile, and Bakugou pretended not to notice the shine in his eyes.
Then Kirishima was pulling Bakugou into the clearing. He dragged Bakugou to the tree and eagerly pulled down one of the low branches so he could smell the blossoms, as if the air wasn’t already infused with it. His smile was stronger now, and he laughed with childish joy as he threw his hands up and ran around the trunk.
Bakugou huffed fondly and let Kirishima have his fill. While he waited, he took off his pack and removed the breakfast boxes he had packed. Eventually, Kirishima noticed the food, and he jogged to where Bakugou was sitting. After getting settled and eating half of his food, Kirishima spoke.
“So, um, this place is...nice,” he floundered.
Bakugou snorted.
Kirishima gestured wildly as if it would help him come up with better words. “Like, super nice. The nicest. Ultimate niceness.”
“I get it,” Bakugou smirked, “it’s nice.”
“How did you find this place?” Kirishima asked through a mouthful of food.
“Fucking swallow, dumbass.” Bakugou snapped. Kirishima wiggled his eyebrows stupidly so Bakugou threw a grape at his face.
“Ow my eye!”
“Serves you right.”
“Mean.”
“Anyway,” Bakugou said pointedly, “I used to hike the trails on this mountain as a kid. I came here so much that they became boring. One year I decided to fuck off from the path and explore on my own.”
“Sounds like something you’re not supposed to do.”
Bakugou gave him a look.
“Good point. Carry on.” Kirishima said.
“I found this place in the summer, so there weren’t any blossoms. I nearly overdosed on cherries though. The next year I came in the spring and found it like this.”
“And you remembered how to find it? You really are amazing, Katsuki.” Kirishima grinned. “Not that I don’t totally love this surprise―because I totally do ― but why did you bring me here? Today isn’t a special date, and this sort of thing isn’t like you.”
Bakugou wanted to say that it could be, but Kirishima was right. Spontaneous trips were normally Kirishima’s gig. Bakugou only went this far if there was a good reason. He sighed.
“You’ve been down since that mission a week ago went south.”
Kirishima’s calm expression shuttered so fast it was nearly violent.
“See? That right there is what I’m talking about. You close off at random times and you won’t talk to people. You aren’t sleeping either. I’m worried.”
“Katsuki…”
“So I thought this could help. Don’t think about shit while we’re here, got it? Just go...pick some flowers or something.”
Kirishima studied Bakugou as he ate the rest of his food. Bakugou suspected there was something he wanted to say, but Kirishima would speak when he was ready. The minute Bakugou set down his box, Kirishima had his arms around him. The hug was bruising, but Bakugou returned it without hesitation. Kirishima shook with emotion and Bakugou rubbed slow circles over his back to calm him. When Kirishima pulled his face away from Bakugou’s shoulder, there were no tears and the blank expression was gone.
“Thank you,” he said simply.
Bakugou nodded and he pulled Kirishima down to lay beside him in the grass. Hands entwined, they watched the canopy of blossoms dance above them. In a matter of minutes they were covered in fallen petals. Bakugou blew one off his nose, but otherwise remained motionless. Soon, the peaceful quiet of the forest had Bakugou dozing.
Gentle fingers around his wrist made Bakugou turn and blearily regard Kirishima. He was sitting cross-legged, and was twining purple flowers around Bakugou’s arm. A small pile of them were in Kirishima’s lap. He must have picked them while Bakugou was asleep.
Kirishima paused, noticing that Bakugou had woken up. He offered a shy smile and stroked Bakugou’s wrist, questioning. Bakugou held out his arm and let Kirishima continue. Face pinched in concentration, Kirishima wove flower after flower, until Bakugou’s entire forearm was hidden beneath petals and stems. Kirishima’s fingers felt good on his skin, so he rolled onto his side and thrust his other arm in Kirishima’s face so he could decorate it too.
Instead of getting to work, Kirishima leaned forward and pressed a kiss right in the middle of Bakugou’s palm.
“Sap,” Bakugou grumbled.
“I really don’t think you can talk right now,” was Kirishima’s amused reply. Bakugou blushed and looked away.
“Whatever. Now stop slacking and get back to work. And I want the blue ones this time.”
If you want to could you with something with bakushima where baku likes playing with kiri's mouth and kiri likes when he does? As sfw or not as you'd like! 😄
Gah I’m sorry this is so late love!!! I hope you like it though!–It started with an honest to god mistake. Bakugou was zoning out as Kirishima was adimately talking about something, probably a funny story since he was laughing every few words. His eyes traveled down to look at the other’s mouth, or, more specifically, his pointed teeth.
He didn’t even realize that he had moved until he heard a choked noise come from the redhead, causing him to snap out of whatever trance he was in. When he came to his senses, he saw that his hand was in the other’s mouth, prodding at the tips of his teeth. Kirishima was frozen there, mouth wide and just, letting his fingers poke around with no resistance.
Bakugou felt his face grow hot, no doubt turning a deep shade of red as he quickly withdrew his hand. He quickly stood up, chair scraping on the floor as it was pushed back, and walked quickly out of the common room.
Kirishima stood there, wide-eyed and gaping at Bakugou’s retreating figure. Kaminari, who was sat next to him and saw the whole exchange, poked his arm, startling him slightly.
“Dude, what was that?”
“I…don’t know?”–The next time that it happened, it was completely intentional on Kirishima’s side. He couldn’t stop thinking of the feeling of Bakugou’s fingers in his mouth and honestly wanted to feel them again.
A few days later found him on the roof during their lunch period. He forgot to grab money so he had no food for the day. Sighing, he turned to the roof entrance when he heard the door open, seeing Bakugou walk through with a box of food in his hands. He seemed shocked to see Kirishima sitting there alone but walked over to sit next to him anyway.
“The fuck are you doing up here?”
“No money and I didn’t really feel like sitting with other people today.” He leaned his head back, looking at the clouds rolling across the sky. He felt something nudge at the corner of his mouth causing him to turn to the side, seeing Bakugou holding up a piece of meat with his thumb and index fingers against his lips.
“Eat.”
Kirishima felt his face heat up but opened his mouth anyway, letting Bakugou slip the food onto his tongue. This is the perfect time. He closed his lips around the other’s fingers, holding them in his mouth as he swirled his tongue around them, maintaining eye contact with Bakugou as he did this. He saw the other’s neck and face grow red at his actions but made no move to pull away.
They were interrupted when Kirishima’s phone rang, causing them both to jump and for Bakugou to quickly rip his fingers out of the other’s mouth, slightly cutting them on his sharp teeth.
“Sorry I have to take this!” Kirishima quickly chewed the food before standing up and running to the door, face on fire and heart beating fast.–Both of them elected to ignore whatever was going on between them, hoping that the feelings would go away soon. Unfortunately, weeks passed and neither showed any signs of this happening. Along the way, Kirishima accepted it and realized that, not only did he like the feeling of fingers in his mouth, but that it was only Bakugou’s. He thought about how it would feel to have someone else’s fingers poking and prodding against his tongue and it was not as appealing. He took this as one thing: he apparently liked Bakugou and, looking back on their interactions in the past, realized that his feelings have been blossoming for a while.
Bakugou was not as accepting at what he was feeling. He didn’t know what came over him the first time, and then the second incident occurred and he was even more confused. He tried to forget about how nice and hot Kirishima’s tongue felt against his fingers but couldn’t. He blushed when he realized that not only did he really want to feel it against his fingers more, but he wanted to feel it all over his body as well. He groaned and threw his head back against the wall with a loud thump. His phone rang a few seconds later. Bakugou grabbed it and saw that it was a text from Kirishima.
(7:40 pm) You ok bro?
Bakugou looked at the message, confused at first before realizing that he probably heard him hitting their joint wall. He hesitated, deciding on what he wanted to do. He figured it out and sent a message before he could regret his choice.
(7:43 pm) Get your ass over here.
Not a minute later and he heard a knock on his door, standing and opening the door for Kirishima.
“What’s wrong man?” Bakugou didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed the other by the collar, pulling him inside, and pushing him to sit down on the bed. They stayed like that for a few minutes, Kirishima sitting tense on the bed with Bakugou standing over him, looking anywhere but at the person in front of him. “Seriously Baku-”
“Open your mouth.”
“Huh?” Kirishima stared up at him, leaving his mouth slightly open unintentionally. Bakugou used this to his advantage and bent down, Kirishima’s eyes following his movement as he tentatively lifted his hand, thumb swiping Kirishima’s bottom lip and catching on the corner of his mouth, pulling slightly. Bakugou pushed his thumb past his lips, moving past his teeth and pressing against Kirishima’s tongue.
Kirishima gasped at the feeling, opening his mouth more as Bakugou pressed another finger past his lips to pad the sharpened ends of his teeth. Kirishima moved his tongue out from under his thumb to lick circles around it, coating it with saliva. He moved his eyes back up to look at Bakugou’s reaction, only to find that he was staring back at him. They both wore matching blushed but neither stopped or pulled away. Actually, it seemed like Bakugou was moving closer to him.
Oh wait, he is.
He felt the fingers slowly retreat from his mouth as Bakugou leaned in. He paused, lips centimeters from Kirishima’s own, fingers also pausing on his lips. Kirishima tentatively reached a hand up to grab his wrist, pulling it away from his face before closing the rest of the gap between them.
His lips slowly slid against Bakugou’s, giving him plenty of chances to pull away. Instead, Bakugou pushed forward to deepen the kiss and causing Kirishima to groan, tilting his head to get a better angle.
Too soon, they broke away for air, Bakugou resting his forehead on Kirishima’s, both slightly panting and staring into each other’s eyes.
“Go out with me.” Kirishima blurted out without thinking. Bakugou sucked in a breath, eyes going wide and face getting hot.
“Fuck.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Whatever.” Bakugou diverted his eyes and moved to stand up straight, causing Kirishima to smile widely and let out a laugh.
