“I’m not doing this for you,” Bakugou mumbles. His lips brush the bare skin of Kirishima’s back because Kirishima sleeps shirtless—of fucking course he does. Shirtless is pretty much his constant state of being.
“Obviously,” Kirishima confirms. “You’re doing it for yourself.”
Bakugou wants to laugh. He wonders if there’s anyone else in the world that can possibly understand him better than Kirishima does. He would be okay if there wasn’t, as long as Kirishima doesn’t stop offering Bakugou things like his broad back and contagious happiness and his steady, outstretched hand.
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Wow I just found a youtube comment that sums up my personality ✨☺️
do you know how easy is to fall in love with you?
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Prompted by @lostwithoutmyanchor: The prompt I mentioned: Maybe Steter - meeting online in a supernatural forum/chat. maybe AU meeting first time or somewhere in canon and them not realising who the other is.
Got no time to say what I think to anonymous cowards like you.
*looks in a mirror*