#Kiirishima imagine

[aikrus]

Sweet Eyes And Butterflies (Bakugo x Kirishima Fluff)

Fandom: Bnha / Mha Warnings: None! (Except for an ooc Bakugo I guess?) Words: 683 (Sorry it’s so short!) Requested by: @i-happen-to-be-a-sociopath Request/Prompt:  hello there! if it's not too much trouble, would you be willing to write some fluff for my bois kiri and bakugo. something soft or sleepy, or both. please and thank you~

AN It’s never trouble! Sorry, it took so gosh darn long... I struggled so hard to imagine this, that it’s really short, but I hope you at least kinda like it?

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Bakugo knew that if he wanted to stay at the top of his classes, he would need to study harder and harder every time he opened his book. He was well aware of the unwavering Todoroki, and somehow Deku even came close to scoring the same as him recently. He decided that the only logical explanation was that he wasn’t studying as hard as he used to, and he needed to up his game. But that was growing difficult every second.

Why was the most dedicated guy in class struggling to focus on one single, stupid scientific scenario? Simple. His adorable, freaking, boyfriend, was asleep on his bed and cuddled up into a ball. His spikey red hair lacked any product, so it fell around his face in soft little puffs of fire, and his mouth had fallen slightly open. But most importantly, he was all snuggled up and warm in Bakugo’s brand new, black sweatshirt. How unfair was that!

He huffed and looked back at his pair. Light particles had never particularly interested him, but neither had sharks before this year, so who’s to say it wouldn’t grow on him throughout this unit? That being said, each second that passes with Kirishima sleeping in his bed while he’s learning new facts about refraction and different mediums makes him hate it more and more.

He wants nothing more than to throw his binder and textbook out the window and lie down next to his boyfriend, but he was torn. What would happen if Deku surpassed him? How would he manage?

Simple answer, he wouldn’t. It was stupid, Kirishima made him well aware of that, but it isn’t his fault when that stupid idiot thought he was better than everyone else! He just had to push himself harder.

Everyone was surprised when Bakugo and Kirishima were ‘revealed’ as a coupe, but no one was more shocked than them. They had been a couple for three months, and they never felt the needed to say anything about it, but it’s not like they hid it. They flirted in front of everyone- pretty sure they’ve kissed in front of everyone too. So, when the majority of class 1A went to the park and saw them kissing on a bench, their reaction was like a cold wakeup call. Apparently, no one managed to pick up on it- which just proved how utterly ridiculous his class was.

Bakugo blushed at the memory... It was a colder fall day, and they had been missing each other for the entire week. So, they decided that they would forget studying for one day and go out on a much needed day. The problem was, Kirishima had forgotten his gloves. Like the great boyfriend, he was, Bakugo st of mini-explosions onto Kirishima’s hardened hands. It was so freaking adorable, and as a thank you, Eijiro had kissed his nose. Which, of course, lead to a full-blown makeout session in the middle of an empty park- until the park wasn’t empty anymore. 

The class was practically screaming at them- Bakugo almost sent a fire-ball there way. Nevertheless, he simply pulled his boyfriend's body onto his lap and they stayed close together to keep warm.

“Baby...?” A voice had drawn out the nickname three times longer than it should have been said, and it was laced with sleepiness. “Come to bed,” he whispered.

Maybe it was the trip down Memory Lane that finally got him to put down his pencil, but in nearly two seconds he was cuddled against Kirishima, while the red-head buried his face in Bakugo’s shoulder. 

“You’re so warm,” he whispered, his hot breath tickled Bakugo’s skin.

“Thank’s babe, you’re pretty hot too,” he said with a lazy smile before he fell into the plushness that is the hoard of blankets and pillows Kirishima had accumulated. 

They had been in that position for an hour or two- long enough that both of them thought the other was far into sleep.

“God,” Bakugo breathed slightly out of his noes, “I love you so fucking much.”

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“I love you too,”