shiroi-no-kiba

[shiroi-no-kiba]

Kirishima and Bakugo have such different relationships to touch.

Kirishima grew up with lots of physical affection from people. His parents, his friends at school, so he sees nothing strange about passing that on to people he gets close to.

Bakugo is very different.

The only time he really got physical affection was from Deku when they were really young. Holding hands while walking through the woods together, hugging at the end of play dates. His parents weren't huggers, so as he grew apart from Deku, the only touches Bakugo became used to were bonks on the head from his mom as discipline. He figures that touching other people is reserved for one thing, and that's kicking ass.

When the 2 meet at UA, Kirishima refuses to back off the idea of being friends. Bakugo reluctantly lets him in. That's when it starts. First it's just a bump on the shoulder or a forearm to his belly. Simple things that Bakugo can write off easily. Then it moves to draping arms across shoulders and around waists. Helping with stuck zippers on hero costumes, picking fluff out of hair and brushing lashes off cheeks. Hands linger for a bit longer, fingers brush by skin and leave behind an electric charge that tingles.

At first Bakugo gets angry. Why is Shitty Hair all over him? Doesn't he know what personal space is? When he confronts the redhead, the response he gets is... confusing.

"Sorry, bro! I'll lay off if you want."

But Bakugo quickly learns that's not what he wants. Because now Shitty Hair is touching other people. Pressing his thigh into Kaminari's when they sit next to each other on the couch. Pushing his thumbs into Sero's shoulders to massage out the knots. Leaning close to Deku's face when they're walking and talking in the hall. Bakugo can barely stand it, not when Kirishima has been so careful around him lately. Walking on eggshells. Whenever Bakugo asks him to help with that damned zipper, there's no rush of skin anymore. No secret thrill to send a shiver down his spine. It's like Kirishima is afraid now. It pisses him off.

"What's your problem?" he asks. He can't take the awkwardness anymore. "What, you afraid I'm gonna bite you or something?"

Kirishima is shocked. Confused. "Wh-what?"

"You know what!" Bakugo explodes. "Pussyfooting around me like I'm contagious or something! What the hell is that?"

Kirishima just blinks at him a few times. Bakugo keeps going.

"I see the way you've been feeling up Dunce Face and Deku in front of me. Tryin'a make me jealous?! It ain't gonna work, Shitty Hair!"

He whips around and marches away before Kirishima has a chance to respond. He wipes at the corners of his eyes because they're wet for some reason and bursts into his room. He throws himself onto his bed and crushes his face into his pillow. He showed that Shitty Hair. Giving out touches that belong to him to those extras.

He curls into the pillow. Goddammit. Why did everything feel so weird inside him now? His stomach turns into a knot when he thinks of Kirishima's hands on those others. It's a feeling he hasn't had since childhood. Since he saw Deku walking home from the playground with someone else. Holding some neighborhood girl's hand instead of his. He doesn't remember what happened next, the only thing he knows is that he made Deku cry for it. For replacing him.

And now Kirishima is doing the same thing. Replacing him. He never asked him to back off, he did that himself. Who does he think he is, treating Bakugo like some toy he can throw aside when he gets bored?!

Just as Bakugo moves to jump from bed to give that Shitty Hair another piece of his mind, there's a knock at the door. Bakugo doesn't have a chance to even tell whoever it is to fuck off before the door opens and in comes Kirishima.

His expression is dark, serious. His eyes are intense. Bakugo tries to ask what he wants, but chokes on his words and has to swallow. Kirishima walks silently to the bed and pushes Bakugo's shoulder into the mattress, crawling over him. His expression stays the same, his jaw set tight.

"Kirishima, what the hell--"

"I can't read your mind you know. If you want something, you've gotta say it."

Bakugo stays quiet.

He's too shocked to speak. Kirishima shuts his eyes and at last that rigid expression relaxes. He presses his forehead against Bakugo's. He sighs, his breath washing over Bakugo's face.

"Say what it is that you want."

Bakugo stutters for a second. Is he really about to say it? Is he brave enough? Of course. But being vulnerable... just the thought makes his fists bunch the covers. He squeezes his eyes shut, scowling. He hears a chuckle.

"Is it that hard to admit you want me to touch you?"

His eyes go wide and Kirishima is smiling down into his face. He hates that it makes him blush. Kirishima must've expected the blast, because he threads his hardened fingers through Bakugo's and presses his hand into the bed. He rolls over onto his side, bringing Bakugo to face him. They lay side by side, facing each other, as sunlight pours in from the window, warming them. Kirishima reaches out carefully, brushing the tips of his fingers across Bakugo's cheekbone, a ticklish touch just under his eye. He tries to mask the gasp by turning into the pillow. Kirishima just chuckles softly again.

"It's okay," he whispers. "It's okay to like it. It's okay to want it."

So Bakugo turns back, his breath held tight and burning, his eyes shut. He lets Kirishima's fingers wander over his face, over his brows, his eyelids, trace the bridge of his nose and dip into his cupid's bow. The air shivers in his lungs when those gentle fingers run across his lips. He tilts his chin back to feel them skirt over his Adam's apple and down to the dip of his throat between his collarbones. Then Kirishima uses his whole hands over Bakugo's arms, rubbing him a little more firmly, squeezing his muscled form in strong, gentle hands. Bakugo doesn't notice, but he's drawn his shoulders in to savor that touch.

"Touch my face strong like that," he croaks in a weak voice. It's all Kirishima can do to keep from actually giggling with happiness. He strokes his palm across Bakugo's face and lets his fingers pull gently on blond hair. Bakugo lets out a sigh, or is it a moan? He's turning his head into Kirishima's palm, letting it brush his lips, too. And Kirishima keeps going, letting Bakugo guide him where he needs him. His neck, his shoulders, his scalp, using firm but careful hands to make Bakugo feel him, make those sounds like a purring cat bubble up from his chest. Until they're too warm to stay awake anymore, until their eyelids become too much of a burden. So they drift off together, lying side by side in the fading sunlight, their faces close enough so that they share the air they're breathing.

Bakugo becomes less afraid from then on. The touches always lead to the same conclusion; two boys laid face to face, dozing just inches from each other. But maybe that's not enough anymore. Maybe Bakugo needs something more.

Find the nsfw part 2 here!