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"I wish you liked boys, boys, boys"

[The kidnapping had to have been the scariest moment in Bakugo's life.

It only lasted a few hours, but being captive by villains who weren't above killing him if he refused to do what they wanted was absolutely terrifying. And when he was outside, watching All Might struggle to fight against All For One and saw his classmates-- his friends suddenly appear on the scene, Kirishima's hand extended far he didn't even think when he ran after them and grabbed that hand. It... was such a blinding beacon of hope, at that moment, and it was more important to Bakugo than he thought it'd be.

His feelings about the redhead were already.. confusing, honestly. Bakugo's not one for romance or sex or anything of the sort, but sometimes he'd find his mind wander a little bit in the middle of class while he stared at that mess of red hair sitting in class. He's not sure when it started happening, really.. maybe when the two of them were back to back during the attack on USJ. But either way he found himself sometimes overcome with an urge to hold his hand or do something else romantic, but he always shoved those thoughts away. Locked them tight in a box in his heart so they could never surface and ruin everything.

But ever since the kidnapping.. ever since he grasped onto that hand so tightly as if it was the sole thing saving him from drowning, that box opened. Slowly but surely, it opened and he found himself... wanting to be around Kirishima more and more and more.

It started out small, he'd randomly bump into his shoulder when they walked by each other and blame him for being in the way before it gradually turned into him grabbing Kirishima's wrist to drag him around, which grew to him holding his hand when he wanted to take the redhead somewhere which.. turned into him just. Grasping his hand even while the two were standing perfectly still. Kirishima never seemed to care, not even questioning it even when he went as far as to lay his head in Kirishima's lap while Kirishima played video games and for that, Bakugo was grateful. He was grateful he never acknowledged it, because it let Bakugo ignore it as well. Ignore those feelings that spilled out of that box at a rate so fast he couldn't even try to stop. It was like a faucet had been broken and no matter how much duct tape he tried to put over the pipe, it just wouldn't stop flowing.

Though.. there becomes a point where it gets to be too much, without anywhere for that water to go. He felt like the room was full of it and he was starting to drown, but he didn't know how to make it stop. He didn't know what to do.

And while the two of them were sitting in the common room, Bakugo leaning his back against Kirishima's side as the two watched a random romance movie just to have something to do, he suddenly blurts something out that he'll regret immediately afterwards.]

...oi, Kirishima. 'Ya ever thought about kissing another guy before?

[It's a question that surprises even himself and he's grateful that his back is turned to the other boy right now, otherwise he'd be able to see the slightly panicked look in his eyes as if he's worried Kirishima will immediately think he's a creep for asking. But maybe if he just passes it off as calmly as he can, it'll just seem like a random curiosity and nothing with... a motive behind it.]

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[Bakugou Katsuki was undeniably Kirishima's best friend.

Even though the two hadn't known each other as kids like Bakugou had known Midoriya, Kirishima felt like he'd known him that long and possibly even longer. His admiration for Bakugou ran deep and strong, so it came as no surprise that he'd been so adamant about saving his friend, even if that meant breaking the rules to get to him. He would have reached out to save him even if Izuku hadn't asked him to. He risked his life for Bakugou, and he'd do it several times over.

They'd certainly been getting closer since that had happened, and it was a subtle change that Kirishima didn't...really notice at first. It started with just casual interaction, and Kirishima was a tactile person anyway so he wasn't at all bothered by it. But since when did holding hands and leaning up against each other really count as all that casual? It was...strange.

But he didn't dislike it, either.

He'd been tapping at his phone during a commercial break when Bakugou suddenly poses that question to him, causing his shoulders to hunch a little and his expression to tense. His eyes are similarly wide, but less out of panic and more...surprise than anything.]

Uhh...I...I dunno, dude. I mean I don't even think about kissin' girls all that much...

Why...?

[Yeah, that sounds about right. It's honestly embarrassing as hell that Bakugo himself used to be the same before something changed inside of him. He wished that weren't the case, because he doesn't even know how to properly handle and live with these feelings that keep growing with each passing day, especially not now.

Not when that answer causes his heart to constrict in his chest in a way that gets him to wince while his friend still can't see his expression.]

Dunno.

[He shrugs against Kirishima, shifting his legs a little bit to hang them over the arm of the couch when previously they had been folded underneath him.]

The stupid movie's got me thinking about it all of a sudden. About how people usually think that shit's disgusting.

[Of course, referring to homosexuality. There's a side couple who are gay, and often teased in this movie as a result of it.]

Don't get me wrong, though. It's all disgusting. I'd rather saw off my arm than mash faces with a piece of trash!

[Oh...something about that gets Kirishima's own chest to tighten a little, and it completely blasts by his head as to why that might be.]

I mean...I don't think it's disgusting. People can do what they want, yaknow? I ain't gonna tell 'em how to live their lives...

[He glances over sidelong at the TV, his face very flushed now that they're on this topic.]

Well... yeah. I ain't gonna go around tellin' people off if they wanna suck each other's mouths off, either. Whether they're gay or whatever.

[The way Bakugo says that sounds a little bit embarrassed, his cheeks heating up a little bit and he reaches up to ruffle his coarse hair a little bit.]

...glad to know you don't give a shit. That's probably manly or whatever the hell you go off about all the time.

[He's not sure how to progress this conversation into a more productive direction, honestly. It's obvious that his question has made Kirishima uncomfortable.. he's not sure what he expected. For him to just suddenly declare his love for Bakugo just being asked?

N..no. He doesn't hope for anything to happen, anyway. He definitely doesn't.]

[Maybe he isn't doing that because from his perspective, Bakugou would probably punch him in the mouth if he did. Yeah. He's pretty sure that's exactly what would happen.

This is...weird, though. Why is Bakugou talking about this now? Is it just because of the movie?]

W-well...yeah. Of course. Respecting others is....manly.

[And maybe thinking both girls and guys are hot is also manly, he doesn't know.]

...why'd you have to say it like that though, you don't just suck somebody's mouth when you kiss that's gross.

Like I fucking know! Ya' think I've ever kissed someone before?!

[Bakugo raises his voice suddenly, and he realizes that maybe that makes him seem even more off but it's too late anyway at this point. He's already gone off the deep end and there's no saving this situation, honestly. He'll just have to accept that he probably looks like a goddamn weirdo right now.]

I didn't know you were a goddamn kissing expert yourself, Weird Hair!

I'm not!

[Kirishima leans away from Bakugou so he can turn to look at him over his shoulder, looking both put off and embarrassed now.]

I'm just sayin' it doesn't look like that's what's happening or anything! And stop callin' me Weird Hair, it's Kirishima!

[good. suffer with him]

Well it looks gross, so who cares how it's actually done?!

[As he says that, it just so happens the two main characters were starting to make out and Bakugo hears the sound of it and looks over for a second, his face distorting in disgust. He lifts his legs from over the arm of the couch so he can turn and sit on it properly, looking at Kirishima with an annoyed as Hell expression as he points towards the television.]

You're seriously tryna' tell me they're not sucking the hell out of each other's faces?

[Kirishima sighs, shifting around so he's facing the TV as well so he can watch what Bakugou's seeing.]

You don't have to kiss like that, though. That's like...a french kiss. And not something I'd do in public like that...

[...it's kind of cute how Kirishima was getting worked up over this, as if he's personally offended Bakugo finds kissing gross. And as soon as he thinks that he swears himself out inwardly, his eye twitching a little as he can feel his anger-- towards himself-- reaching a peak.]

Oh yeah? How would you kiss in public then, huh? Since this is apparently a big fuckin' deal to you.

[He scoffs, turning his face towards the TV again himself but they're still kissin'... so he turns it back to the redhead instead.]

[Kirishima glances over at Bakugou out of the corner of his eye, then, his fingers tensing atop his knees.]

I...I dunno, I guess it'd just be...softer? So people aren't tellin' you to go get a room and all that. Like a kiss on the cheek or a quick kiss on the lips.

[Bakugo keeps his gaze on Kirishima as he says that, watching how those red eyes peer back at him for a nervous moment, how his hands tighten a little bit on his knees. From this angle he can see the sharp line of Kirishima's jaw, the way his nose crinkles a little when he talks. How his jaw juts out a little, tiny bit like a pugs from his sharp teeth.. fuck. Fuck, he has it bad. Everything about Kirishima is just so pleasant to look at, the sound of his voice puts his heart immediately at ease and it's disgusting how much he finds himself so goddamn infatuated with the other boy. It's so disgusting... yet...]

.....

[His body moves without him even thinking. He grabs Kirishima's shoulder and turns his torso so he's facing him and leans in-- pressing a quick kiss to his lips just as Kirishima had said.]

[WOAH. OKAY.

One second, Kirishima is concentrated on the movie and the sudden debate they're having, and the next he's confronted with the feeling of the other boy's lips against his. Bakugou's lips. They're startling warm, that's the first thing he notices. The second is the way he's grabbing his shoulder, his fingers digging in and holding him fast with purpose. Color rises to his cheeks and he's suddenly even redder than he was before.

He doesn't know what to do. Is he trying to make some kind of point? Is he baiting him to do something? Is he going to make fun of him if he reacts? Because...god damn if this didn't come at a terrible time, when his feelings for Bakugou were at their most confused.

In the end, the best he does is sort of...lean against him, not really furiously reciprocating or rejecting it. Just...a very confused sort of response.]

[Yeah.. yeah, this was a horrid idea and Bakugo realizes it almost immediately. When Kirishima leans forward and his heart flutters in his chest, he realizes it. He really wasn't thinking and now he's gone and done another stupid thing because of his impulsiveness... shit.

Shit shit shit. How does he fix this? Is there even a way to fix it? Did he just ruin their relationship by doing this? Does Kirishima think he's a creep? Fuck-- fuck.

Slowly, Bakugo pulls back from the kiss but not far. He keeps his hand on his shoulder and looks him in the eyes with an expression that's a little hard to read as he tries of the most natural way to approach this. Make it seem like it wasn't fueled by feelings.]

...guess it's not that gross after all.

[Yeah, that's right. He was just. Using you to test it. Because he's a jerk? As if that's any better than him just acting on his emotions...]

[Kirishima isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. But...he's also not stupid. He's known Bakugou for a while. Not as long as Izuku, not even close, but long enough to be able to tell easier than most what certain things he does might mean. It's easier to pick out when he's doing something just to be contrary or make a point as opposed to it being genuine...

This one was difficult though. Mostly because Kirishima had his own feelings to sift through on top of it.]

Y...yeah?

[He breathes, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth for a second until he realizes that's probably weird and relaxes his face again.]

I m-mean I...didn't really do anything...

Shut the hell up. Like I did anything either.

[That's grumbled more than anything, and Bakugo finally pulls way fully, letting his hand move from Kirishima's shoulder to limply fall at his side. He turns his gaze away from the redhead, feeling the awkwardness just. Stifling the air around the two of them but the worst thing is that he doesn't know what to do to get rid of it.

Should he leave? He should probably leave... right? Or would that just make it weirder? Is there seriously any way to make this any less weird than it already is? Or should he just... yeah, fuck it. It's too late for things to be normal again at this point. Just throw caution into the wind.]

....you know I like you, right?

[The blonde turns his gaze back to Kirishima, looking him dead on as he says that with a stony expression that hides the way his heart beats in his chest. This is probably just. The better way to deal with it than to try and think of some excuse for why he just randomly kissed him out of the blue. That's not something.. Bakugo does. He wouldn't do it even on a dare, and he knows his best friend would see right through it if he tried to think of something so...

...yeah. There it is. Just laid out for him to see, and come to his own conclusions about.]

[Kirishima is gobsmacked. He just sort of sits there with his mouth part of the way open for a long handful of seconds, the gears in his head working overtime but not really connecting to his mouth to make words like he wants to say.]

Uh...yeah.

[Yeah? YEAH???]

I- er- I mean. ...I like you too.

[Of course he likes Bakugou. He's...his best friend, he just. Likes him. As a friend.

What normal friend doesn't think about holding hands, or being together a lot, hanging out...kissing....that's all bro stuff...

...very suddenly, it looks like Kirishima's head is on the verge of exploding, his cheeks slightly puffed out as he realizes he's said too much.]

Uhh. That was...probably weird of me to say? I...uh.

[Bakugo's expression shifts a little bit, as Kirishima tries to comprehend what the fuck he meant by that. He looks pissed, but the sharp edges to his face soften a little bit to something that just looks more sympathetic than anything. Sympathetic like "you fucking dumbass oh my god". He'd even be grinning at how stupid he was, if this wasn't a topic that made him want to just go outside and scream for an hour straight instead.

He reaches up, and flicks Kirishima's forehead with a sneer on his own face.]

Do you even know what I mean, dumbass? I fucking like you. Why the fuck else would I kiss you outta the blue like that, hahh?!

[He sits back a little bit, his expression looking annoyed again and he lets out a huff of a noise.]

Seriously, I fucking wonder if you've got a brain in that thick skull of yours!

[He barely even registers the pain from the flick his head is so hard, it's moreso the sudden movement that has him hissing and drawing back a little as Bakugou barks at him. It's not enough to wipe that shocked expression off of his face though, because yeah, he got that part.

He just...]

You're...you're not just fuckin' with me, right?

[He's not sure he believes it. Why would Bakugou, of all people in this world, feel that way about him? He could accept his own feelings, having a crush on his best friend...sure, whatever. He was an emotional guy.

But...Bakugou?]

Kirishima.

[Bakugo says his name with absolute sincerity, his face showing absolutely nothing but a serious, stony glare.]

Do I fucking look like I'm just pulling your leg?

[He dares you to say that he does. It's hard enough for him to confess this in the first place so don't think he won't beat the shit out of you if you actually think he's just fucking around.]

[Kirishima sets his jaw, tilting his head up a little as he looks back with an expression just as serious while still looking so much like he's about to die on the spot.]

...No. It just seems too good to be true.

[...well that's not. What. He. Expected????

Kirishima can actually physically see the confusion on Bakugo's face as he tilts his head himself, his eyebrows shooting up a little bit and he opens his mouth, letting it hang open for a second before actually getting anything out.]

...the fuck do you mean by that?

Weren't you listenin' to what I said a minute ago? I said I liked you too.

[Like...liked him. Just the same as Bakugou had meant.]

[.....he thought he.

Oh.

Oh.]

W-well why didn't'cha say it clearer then?!

[The blonde's face couldn't possibly be more red than it was right now, both from embarrassment for misunderstanding him when he chastised Kirishima for the same thing and from... just. Nervousness of the situation, really. And he reacts how he'd react to anything else-- and smacks Kirishima upside the head.]

Fuck, what the hell?! We've been doing all this stupid mushy gushy hand-holding and shit this entire time and neither of us bothered to actually say anything about it!

[THEY COULDVE BEEN DATING THIS WHOLE TIME]

Ow-!

[WOULD YOU STOP]

W-well I didn't say anything cause you didn't! I thought it was okay!

[You know just...guys being bros....holding hands...]

And I thought...if I suggested it might be more or somethin' you'd think it was weird and not...wanna be my friend anymore.

[NEVER]

Tch.. you fucking dumbass.

[He sits back a little bit, his tone quieting down to something more serious as he looks annoyed... maybe a little offended, even.]

I wouldn't give a shit even if I didn't feel the same. You think something like that would change my opinion of you so easily?

[Kirishima isn't looking his way either, facing the TV again with his arms folded over his knees.]

I dunno. You've always been a no-nonsense kinda guy. I didn't...think you cared about this kinda stuff.

I didn't. At the start, anyway.

[Now he's mumbling, feeling a little bit embarrassed to admit any of this to Kirishima.]

But even then it's not like I'd hate you just 'cuz you realized how amazing I am. I'm an asshole but I'm not that much of an asshole, fuck.

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[Yeah, well...he's pretty embarrassed too. So at least they're on the same page.

He shifts his hands a little, staring at them as he balls them into fists and relaxes them a few times over.]

I didn't just...realize it, yaknow. I always thought you were cool.

...yeah, well. I always thought you were, too.

[He drops his gaze towards the floor a little bit, and reaches up to play with a strand of his hair nervously.]

Even though all that "manly" stuff you go on and on about is stupid and lame... you're the only person able to withstand my punches and I know you'll never let yourself break down no matter what.

That's why.. ugh, fuck. That's why I ended up falling for your stupid mug. You're so much of a dumbass that you'd rush headfirst into any dangerous situation if it meant doing what you think is the right thing, and you never let anyone change your mind about anything.

[Those red eyes of his slowly roll over to look at Kirishima, from the very corner of them while he continues.]

Even if I beat the shit outta you over and over, you'd still get back up every time. You're simply tough, that's all there is to it.

...and I think that's fucking hot.

[Oh god...oh god, what is he doing? Playing with his hair? That's so cute...is he actually nervous right now? Talking to him?

Kirishima blinks, realizing that for a full thirty seconds he was just sort of...spacing, so when he manages to return back to earth Bakugou is saying he's hot and he's become redder than his own hair.]

You might as well be talkin' about yourself right now, dude. You know you're tough and you ain't afraid to show it. You don't let anything get in your way and you don't let anyone tell you there's somethin' you can't do. You just...do it, because you don't think you'll be the greatest hero someday. You know you will.

[Ugh... Bakugo's never been good with compliments. Even if it's totally fair for Kirishima to shower him in some after he did the same to him, it still has his face heat up and a vein throb in his forehead out of annoyance-- the embarrassment being what's annoying.]

Shut the fuck up and kiss me already.

[So he decides to quickly change the subject matter entirely by grabbing the front of Kirishima's shirt suddenly, and pulling him in for another kiss-- this one less of a mess than before but still passionate as can be.]

[Okay, shutting the fuck up and kissing. He can do that. He thinks. He's not actually sure he really kissed Bakugou before? He sort of tried, but...

Well, whether he did or not, he's sure as hell kissing him now. He's at least expecting it a little more than the first time, so he's not quite as much of a stone wall when Bakugou presses their lips together. His lips are warm and soft against his own, inviting despite how rough and abrasive Bakugou was on a general basis.

It's enough to prompt him to relax a little into it, letting his head tilt against the blonde's naturally.]

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"I wish you liked boys, boys, boys"

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why does he look like he got five o'clock shadow in that icon

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