kiribaku month day two: sleepovers!
day two: sleepovers
title: we’ll take off our phones and we’ll turn off our shoes
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Whenever Bakugou woke up in the middle of the night, he was always greeted with smoking air and crackling palms.
Tonight he awoke to the sound of fists knocking on his door. He shot up out of his bed, palms crackling and brain on high alert. He took a glance at his alarm clock.
2:31 am.
The fuck? Would the League even be awake at this fucking time?
“Bakubro? It- um. It’s- ah hell... It’s Kirishima...?” A voice sounds from the other side. It had a calming sound to it, it was something that Bakugou had heard many times. It was enough for him to let the tension roll out of his shoulders. But something sounded wrong. It was too raspy. Too wobbly.
But it wasn’t a League Attack. It was his goddamn sort-of-but-not-really boyfriend. Which meant he was fine.
Fucking fine.
Groaning, he stomps over to the door without a care of who was sleeping or not. He swung it open with force. “What the fu-”
Bakugou stopped dead when he saw how much of a mess Kirishima looked like. He looked... dead on his feet. For someone so fucking lively, you’d never expect to see him like this.
Eyebags. Red-rimmed eyes. Trembling lips. Shaking arms. And- fuck, Bakugou would never admit it, but he’s worried to his fucking core.
Looking at his big strong boyfriend who stood vulnerable before him, a tidal wave of concern wracked Bakugou’s body. What the fuck happened to make him look so defeated?
“Shitty Hair..?”
Kirishima seemed like he’d just been snapped back into reality. Maroon eyes whipped up to meet Bakugou’s ruby.
His red-rimmed, tear filled eyes. The ones that made Bakugou’s heart ache.
He looked like he was trying to smile. The tears fell silently as he all but dove into Bakugou’s arm, leaving no time to brace.
“Wh-what the-” Bakugou sputtered, snaking his arms around Kirishima’s waist like he had done countless times before. He let Kirishima’s head fall into the crook of his neck and his arms tighten around his shoulders.
“Shi- Kirishima- hey... hey, Kirish- Eijirou. Eijirou, please, talk to me... I’m right here, I’m right here...”
Bakugou continued to mumble sweet nothings into Kirishima’s ear while the redhead cried, his shoulders shaking with the heavy sobs.
“Eijirou, come on...” He gently tugged Kirishima towards the bed, making him sit down. He climbed on top of his lap, straddling him.
In another world, this position would be something sexual. Right now though, Bakugou could only scan Kirishima’s body for injuries and pepper him with kisses.
“Hey, shhh... what’s wrong, Eijirou? Can you tell me?” He whispered uncharacteristically. He wrapped his arms around Kirishima’s neck and rubbed patterns into his back, other hand playing with his hair.
“L-later.” Kiri- no, Eijirou said- because that’s who he is now. Katsuki’s Eijirou. His big, dumb, beautiful boyfriend
Katsuki hummed in agreement. “Okay. It’s two in the fucking morning anyways. Let’s go to sleep before Aizawa has our fucking heads.” He earned a chuckle for his joke.
He wanted to hear that chuckle more. Katsuki felt fucking powerful when he made Eijirou laugh. Especially when he’s sad.
“Y-yeah... okay.” Eijirou croaked, pulling his head back to meet Katsuki’s eyes. “Can I...?”
Katsuki felt dumbstruck. (Which he never is, by the way, fuck you.) He stared breathless into pleading seas of blood, swallowing whatever spit he had left in his mouth.
Not trusting his voice, he nodded.
Eijirou smiled nervously.
It felt like a crash course, their relationship. Obstacles to get through, problems to work out, but they’re taking it like champs. They’ll fucking blast through anything that gets in their way.
Eijirou and Katsuki. Together, they’re unstoppable.
And its reflected in the way they kiss. The desperate pang of how long they’ve waited for this. They meet in the middle with passion, and well, fuck, it might sound cliche, but it was fucking perfect.
Of course to anyone else it wouldn’t be. There were tears running down Eijirou’s face, and since it was both of their first kisses it was far from experienced.
But hey, they’ll learn. Just like how they learned to work together. Practice makes perfect, right?
Soon enough they get tired. Katsuki flops onto the bed first and brings Eijirou down with him, giggling breathlessly.
“You’re big spoon. No fucking complaining.” A bark of laughter, followed by a kiss to the nape and arms around his waist. He twists his head around to sneak another quick kiss giddily. It was like he was on a sugar high.
...
Yeah. They’ll be fine.
~end~
im always so late to posting these smh- but hey! i got the second prompt done! and im actually kind of proud of this one. at least, its better than the first!
inspiration for the title: nothing by bruno major
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