#bakushima fluff

[puppyaulait]

Early twenties, building their home

[peachsukii]

stitched muses ꒰ tangled hearts series - kiribaku x fem!reader ꒱ ⇢ bakugo's stumped on inspiration for his upcoming fashion line, the deadline fast approaching as he's working day and night to meet it. he's frustrated at his lack of ideas, stuck in his home office while you and kirishima are enjoying your weekly movie night. he's pacing the house, putting too much pressure on himself to excel. little did you know you'd be the solution to his temporary dead-end creativity.

꒰ content ꒱ bakugo's a grumpy goose, fluffy domestic goodness, bakugo has that little "eureka!" moment, kirishima is cute & cuddly, mitsuki asks reader to lunch cross posted to ao3 // wc; ~1.4k ✿ tangled hearts masterlist ✿ ↶ | previous entry (sweet like honey) ↷ | next entry (one-way ticket)

The rain pattered against the Bakugo-Kirishima household, echoing as the droplets bounced of the roof in an off beat rhythm. Spring has truly sprung, the rainy season coming in full force over the course of the week.

“Goddammit!”

Bakugo’s frustration traveled from his office and through out the house, accompanied by the sound of his chair forcefully retreating from his desk. He despised the rain, the miserable storm only adding an unnecessary layer of irritation to his long work day. He trudged out of his office, shoulders slumped as he makes his way into the kitchen.

Kirishima and yourself are sitting on the living room couch, snuggled under a blanket and watching a romcom on tv for your weekly movie night. Bakugo was supposed to join you two, but he’s been shackled to his laptop all day long. He’d step away for a minute, thinking he could take a break, and then shuffle right back to his desk to pace like a caged animal.

“I’m gonna check on him,” you whisper to Kirishima, giving him a quick peck on the cheek as you peel the blanket from your lap.

Sauntering into the kitchen, you see Bakugo making himself tea, silently staring at the countertop and tapping his fingers against the laminate. His gaze shifts sluggishly from the tea kettle to you when you approach his side.

“Hey sweetheart,” he sighs, turning to pull you into his chest. “Sorry for workin’ late. I know you and Ei have been waitin’ for me.”

“It’s okay, Kats, we know you're working hard. Here,” You break away from his embrace and take his mug from the counter, using your hip to playfully bump him out of your way. “Let me finish this and make you something to eat.”

"S'fine, baby, I can—"

"Katsuki," you interrupt sternly, followed by a sweet smile to soften the bite in your tone. "I made dinner for all of us earlier, I'll get you a plate with your tea and bring it to you."

Bakugo grumbles under his breath, not having it in him to fight your stubbornness. He leans down and meets your lips for a brief kiss before moving to the living room, hovering behind the couch for a moment.

"Hey babe," Kirishima says, flashing his toothy grin backwards toward him. "Try and call it a night soon, yeah?"

Bakugo bends over the couch, cradling Kirishima’s jaw in his hands and presses a gentle kiss to his forehead. “M’tryin’. This deadline is killing me.”

“Mom hounding ya again?”

Hearing Kirishima call Mitsuki “mom” made your heart flutter from the kitchen, such a simple sentiment making you melt. Watching your boyfriend’s love for one another naturally flow will never get old, even though they’ve been married for years, it still was new to you to witness casually.

Bakugo rolls his eyes. “She’s been bitchin’ at me all week.”

“She loves ya and knows she can push your buttons to get you to succeed,” Kirishima assures, kissing the tip of Bakugo’s nose. “Anythin’ we can do to help?”

He releases Kirishima’s face from his grasp and steps back from the couch, shaking his head with a frown on his face. “Unless you suddenly have a knack for fabric and textiles, don’t think so.”

You round the corner of the island in the kitchen, a plate in one hand and cup of hot tea in the other, making your way to Bakugo’s office. Kirishima sighs contently as he watches your silhouette disappear down the hallway.

“That woman is a damn goddess,” he swoons, deflating back into the couch cushions. “Go eat and wrap up. We can start another movie when you're done.”

Bakugo nods his head and turns to head back to the office. He peers in the doorway to find you mesmerized by the designs scattered across his desk - multiple sketches of clothes, scribbled notes about fabric choices and design suggestions on every page. You glance toward the door, catching him staring.

"These all look great, love. What's got you stumped?" you ponder aloud while organizing the papers back into their proper piles.

Bakugo crosses his arms, leaning against the doorframe. "It's too bland, shit's been done a thousand times. Need somethin' that'll be versatile."

"Maybe you're thinking too much into it."

He blankly stares at you for a moment - you can see the wheels turning in his head while he processes your statement.

"...Do y'know who you're talking to?"

You can't help but laugh, walking around his desk and to the doorway. "I do, hotshot. You're an incredible designer, but not everything needs to be fashion week quality. Most people would just walk around in a t-shirt if they had the option."

Something in his mind clicks the moment you mention 't-shirt,' immediately sending him bolting upstairs and to the bedroom without another word. Bakugo comes barreling back down the stairs with a few t-shirts in hand moments later, tossing all but one onto the back of his office chair.

"Strip," he demands, hands on his hips impatiently.

You quirk your eyebrow at him, but discard your sleep shirt and sweatpants as ordered. Once you do, he shoves the shirt he grabbed over your head, threading your arms through the sleeves and taking a step back to analyze it in full.

"...this is one of your shirts? What does that—"

"Gimmie a sec to think."

The t-shirt is worn out, heavily loved over the years with a faded band logo over the chest and spotted with bleach stains. It was slightly too big for you, cascading over your figure and ending around your mid-thigh area.

Bakugo clicks his tongue while pushing up his glasses back into place. "Turn around."

You obey, turning your back to him. He cinches the back of the shirt with one hand and pulls at the hem by your thigh with the other, as if he's fitting you into his imaginary garment.

"Think ya just solved my problem, sweets," Bakugo says with excitement, letting the t-shirt fall back into its natural state before scooting past you and sliding into his office chair. He turns to the screen, opening a new e-mail and begins furiously typing, paragraphs flowing from his fingers in the matter of minutes.

"Don't forget your dinner and tea," you remind him, turning on your heel to head back to the living room. "I'll leave you be."

"Don't let Ei finish the popcorn without me."

Returning to the couch, you plop down next to Kirishima and fold your head into his lap. He looks at the shirt your wearing, noticing it's definitely not the one you were in 15 minutes ago. And that you're not wearing pants.

"Ah, so he needed that kinda motivation," he snickers, ruffling a hand through your hair.

You chuckle and wiggle in his lap. "No babe, not this time. He should be done soon."

Half an hour later, Bakugo comes into the living room, sighing dramatically as he falls onto the couch, head landing on Kirishima's thighs.

"Made it with three days to spare," he rasps, putting up a victory fist with exhaustion. "Ma approved it, too. S'goin' to be expedited to production tomorrow."

"Way to go, superstar!" You exclaim, bending down to kiss his forehead. "Knew you could do it."

"Good work, Kats! What did you end up going with?" Kirishima asks, a hand massaging Bakugo's shoulder to help him relax.

"She was right, I was thinkin' too hard about it. You'll see it when it's released next month."

"Aw, you're not even gonna tell us after all that?!"

Bakugo snickers, turning to face the TV. "Nah, you two can wait like everyone else. S'nothin' out of this world, but I'm proud of it."

───

Later that night, your phone pings a few times with multiple messages while you're getting ready for bed back in your apartment - they're from Mitsuki.

How did she even get your number?

"Hey sweetie, it's Mitsuki. Thanks for being patient with my brat. Even at 30 he's still a pain in the ass sometimes! He's lucky to have one, let alone two, people tolerate him long enough to stick around." "Are you free for lunch sometime? I'd love to get to know you better. Katsuki and Eijiro talk about you a lot."

Mitsuki wants to meet for lunch? You've met her a handful of times, but she doesn't...know about you guys yet.

Right?

You respond with a simple "Sure, I'd love to!" and leave it at that.

You're not sure why, but there's a bundle of nerves knotting in your stomach over the thought of having to impress Katsuki's mother.

No, it's not like that...yet.

mitsuki's always been perceptive...you think she knows about you and the boys? and what'll happen when you celebrate katsuki's new fashion line with friends in a few weeks and you tag along? 😉 ⇢  wildflowers; @maddietries @smolbeanzzz @camila2201 @lik0 @pixel4ffecti0n @moonlight-dreamer04 @lumi-cent @pastelbakugou @hannahk @camryn-ciel67 @c4prisuna @perfectsukii @screechingpeachdelusion @lightsgore @cuntpiercedprincess @aphrodite-xoxo

[emrick-huntr]

Chapter 12 of 'To Be Loved, Is To Be Changed' is out now!!

Tw - child tr*fficing (not in depth), gore/fight scenes , gorey descriptions

I'm immediately going to bed after this, maybe after I reply to a rp and fix my mlp game, but THEN I'm going to bed SNOREEE MIMIMIIIII

I hoped I made Bakugou's occupation subtle enough, or I think I made it too subtle. Idk, SHRUGS.

Me frfr

#why do I keep seeing a preggo kiri + baku with deku being the father with the title 'fill me up - consequences ' on everything I see. #its legit haunting me I need to bleach my eyes #what was I gonna say #dead ass forgot it was gonna be funny too. #memoryloss2024

[animlcrisscross]

Wanna Hold You Just For A While

One Shot

Preview:

He couldn't erase his grin as he walked in, almost giddy to see his best friend, the worry of the moment gone. 

“Hey, buddy.” Katsuki’s dad said as soon as he walked in. Eijiro stayed by the entrance, the feeling of nerves creeping back up on him as quickly as they had left. 

“I'm not fucking five, dad.” He heard Katsuki scoff.

“Don't swear, brat. We have a guest.” Said a woman. 

“Another fucking doctor that's gonna tell me something's wrong with my head? Maybe I'd remember shit if these assholes stopped bugging me.”

“Katsuki, your doctors are just trying to help.” Katsuki’s dad assured him. “One of your friends is here, be nice.”

He heard Katsuki sigh, and he finally came from the cover of the door. He doesn't know why he's so nervous, considering that it's well…Katsuki . Maybe it's because he's around his parents for the first time. But they seem nice enough. And apparently, Katsuki talks about him. Which is a nice thing to know, especially because he loves to talk about Katsuki all the time. 

But how could he not? He's his best friend and his super cute crush. The biggest crush he's ever had at this point. And it's just nice to talk about all the sweet things Katsuki does for him and how much he admires him. No one ever gets to see that side of Katsuki, the caring, considerate side. He always feels so special that he gets to see it.

Could you blame him for wanting to talk about Katsuki all the time?

“Someone else I'm not gonna remember from that stupid school I go to?”

“Katsuki…” the woman said again, a sigh heavy on her voice. 

“What, Ma?”

He saw Katsuki in time to witness one of his signature eye-rolls, and he smiled.

“Hey, Kats. How are you feeling?” He greeted with a wave. 

Katsuki’s eyes went wide, pretty pink flushing his cheeks and he swallowed, “Holy fucking shit.”

He walked an inch closer, “Man, I was so worried about you.” He admits, laughing quietly. 

Katsuki shook his head for a split second, “Who the hell are you?”

Eijiro’s heart gave a single pound. His dad had said his brain was a little messed up, but…

“Um—ah, I'm Kirishima. Or uh, you like to call me Shitty Hair. Or Eiji.” His cheeks flamed as the words left him.

“Sorry, kid. The doctor said he was hit by some type of memory loss quirk,” explained Katsuki's mom. 

“Oh,” he pouted, “That's okay. Uh—I mean, I'm sorry.”

“Not your fucking fault.” Katsuki said, scoffing.

“Why don't we let you two catch up? Want some food, Katsuki?” Katsuki's dad asked.

“Whatever.”

“What about you, kiddo? Have you eaten yet?” Katsuki’s dad turned to ask him. 

“I'm fine, thank you!” Eijiro replied. 

With that, Katsuki's parents left, and Eijiro didn't know how to act. Especially because Katsuki was staring him straight on, an intense glare like he was an equation he was analyzing.

“Who are you?” Katsuki said with a squint of his eyes.

“Um...Eijiro? We go to U.A together.”

“Fucking obviously.”

Summary:

Katsuki gets hit with a memory loss quirk and Eijiro doesn't know how to navigate thier "new" friendship.

AO3: [x]

[tsukisriot]

Kiribaku fanart!

I remember making this when I was in a KrBk mood. Need to draw them more <3

[redbirb]

the way you talk with your lips

Fandom: BNHA | MHA Pairing: BKKR & KRBK | Bakugo/Kirishima Rated T: SFW w/ mild sexual tension, mostly romantic fluff & hurt/comfort, 3rd year au, kissing + intimacy, second-hand embarrassment for bakugo, for lots of kissing, also embarrassed bakugo, mina is a good friend, light angst w/ a happy ending

Also found on ao3.

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Bakugo Katsuki is good at everything.

Until he isn’t, but nobody tells him that, not at first. And by nobody that would be his bestfriend, former crush, current boyfriend of two years, Kirishima Eijiro.

It took a lot of dancing and pining before the two got together. Eijiro had to do most of the heavy emotional lifting to get to the mutual confessions, but it had been worth it to get to now, to holding hands and kissing each other in quiet moments between class and school work.

Eijiro prided himself on honesty and open communication, navigating the hardships of any relationship with care and patience. He's cracked Katsuki's tough shell, carving himself a door to knock on when things get rough so he could be let in.

But how do you tell your boyfriend he absolutely sucks at kissing?

He endures it for two years before the sturdy hero crumbles and confesses to Mina, the only person he trusts not to blow up and tell everybody (not Kaminari who can't keep a secret to save his life).

She loses her shit, and rightfully so.

Eijiro waits her out, sitting cross-legged on her bed, watching her roll with laughter, wiping tears from her eyes before it smears her eyeliner. He sighs, chin in hand, elbow on knee, patient.

"B-Bakugo can't ki-kiss?!"

"Shh! Not so loud! The walls aren't that thick, Mina," he complains in a hushed tone. He knows he'll be in big trouble if anyone were to overhear; the idea of Sero and Denki's taunting alone has him frowning.

"I can't believe this. Am I in a fever dream?"

Eijiro wishes.

"It's not that he can't kiss," Eijiro stresses, because of course Katsuki knew how to give gentle kisses against his temple on bad days or soft presses of lips on aching hands," it's just when things get... heated he loses it a little."

Mina finally settles, pink hair a mess.

“What do you mean by that?”

He lets out a frustrated whine, falling back to sprawl against the bed. "He doesn't know how to, like, use his tongue? He gets really into it, but he doesn't know how to make it good. It's really sloppy and just... I don't know. I feel bad saying it."

Eijiro didn't really care, not when he got to fall asleep next to his boyfriend every night, not when their dates were filled with laughter and sweet, whispered words.

He didn't need their makeouts to make his toes curl and leave him shivering. He just wanted the intimacy.

“You look like a kicked puppy.”

He groans, scrubbing his hands down his face. “You’re not helping. You’re supposed to be helping.”

“Honey, why don’t you suck it up and tell him?”

“Because he’ll never talk to me again if I do. You know how Katsuki can be…”

Temperamental. Private. Prideful.

And very much in love with Eijiro as much as Eijiro was in love with him. It feels like a low blow, it shouldn't make him yearn the way he does. But how much happier would he and Katsuki be if they both knew what they were doing?

"You could teach him," Mina suggests. "If you sit him down and talk to him, give him a day to stew about it, then show him what you want."

He supposes that's true, easy enough. So why is he so scared he's about to mess up everything by being greedy?

"How do I tell my boyfriend he's a lousy kisser when he doesn't like to admit he's bad at anything?"

A sound, something hard hitting the ground, the flap of paper. Eijiro looks up, heart dropping down into his stomach.

Because Katsuki is looking at him with heartbroken eyes.

Shit. Fuck, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, and more shit.

"I-I, what are you doing here?"

Smooth. Eijiro wanted to bash his head against the wall, unhardened. Katsuki's eyes were shining rubies, beautiful and sad, and full of emotion, but hurt being the most prominent.

His focus shifts to the magazine that's been dropped to the floor. It's a fitness book, they'd been talking about getting new weights, Eijiro could use a new punching bag, something custom made with a Red Riot logo perhaps.

Now he feels even more like an ass.

By the time he looks back up, Katsuki's gaze has sharpened, no longer vulnerable. His walls were up, ruby eyes turned into broken glass, threatening to tear Eijiro open, laid bare and wounded just as Katsuki had been.

They searched, burned, questioned.

Then Mina moved, reminding them both that she was here, and they were having a staring contest in her room. Awkward.

“Ahem. Mom, Dad, I know you’re fighting but—”

“Oh fuck off!”

Katsuki shouts and quickly turns on his heel, the door slamming right after him, rattling the walls with echoes of his frustration.

Eijiro let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Shit."

“Well that could’ve gone better.”

"Mina," he whines, grabbing a pillow and shoving it into his face, hoping to suffocate himself.

He can't see her roll her eyes, but he feels another pillow being thrown at him, landing on his chest. "Quit being a baby and go talk to your boyfriend like a manly man, or whatever it is you need to convince yourself to get off my bed."

Eijiro huffs, but does as he's told, getting up and slinking out of his friend's room. Apprehensively, he finds himself outside of Katsuki's dorm room, wringing the forgotten magazine in his hands. He finds the courage to knock, firm enough to be heard.

“Katsuki?”

He waits. After a minute he thinks he's being shut out, that he should give his boyfriend time to mope and seethe.

Then the door is ripped open, Katsuki's angry face greeting him with bared teeth. "What? Are you done humiliating me?"

“I wasn’t—”

"Shut the fuck up," Katsuki hisses, grabbing the front of Eijiro's shirt, pulling him forcibly inside the room, slamming the door then his body against it.

It’s another moment of intense eye contact.

Katsuki's nostrils flare as he attempts a breathing exercise, trying to keep himself from exploding. It's cute, as cute as a raging bull can be.

Eijiro can wait for him. He’s done it countless times before, giving his explosive boyfriend silent support.

The struggle is plain across Katsuki’s face. Eventually he calms down, slowly like a deflating balloon; hunched shoulders relax, the wrinkle in his brows smooth over, even his mouth softens.

Forehead meets shoulder, defeated. “I thought you liked kissing me.”

It's heartbreakingly melancholic. Eijiro wants to kiss the sadness away, but it'll take more than that to mend the hurt ego of his boyfriend.

"I do, I like kissing you a lot! It's just... how you kiss sometimes just—," he bites his lip, unsure.

There's a puff of hot breath at his shoulder, he can feel it through the cotton of his shirt. Katsuki lifts his head to look at him dead on. “Talk clearly, dumbass.”

"You're really sloppy!" He blurts out before he can back out. He's committed to being honest, that's what Katsuki is asking of him. The guilt is still there, tugging with greedy hands, worse when seeing his boyfriend's gobsmacked face.

"Hah!? What the fuck, Ei?"

"Look just— you said talk so just listen okay?" He points to the bed, earning a huff and small shove.

There's grumbling and shuffling, but eventually they're sitting on the bed, facing each other. Eijiro nervously presses his palms against his knees, taking a deep breath.

"I love kissing you. It's, like, my favorite thing to do! Your lips are so soft and your hands are so warm—"

“Fucking— damnit Ei, get to the point!”

Flustered, Katsuki also presses his hands against his knees, trying to wipe the nervous sweat away. He licks his lips, self-conscious.

Eijiro gives him mercy, reigning in the sappiness for now.

“You get too… excited. Like the way you use your tongue is, I don’t know, too much. If you’d just slow down maybe?”

Katsuki growls, frustrated. Was he using too much tongue? Was he too aggressive when they kissed?

"You never said anything before," he mumbles. Did he use too much teeth? No, he figured that one out after their first kiss.

“I didn’t want to embarrass you.”

“And telling Pinkie wasn’t?”

“I needed advice!”

They grow quiet again. Eventually Katsuki reaches out, grabbing one of Eijiro's hands tightly. He pulls, pulls until his boyfriend falls into his lap. With arms tightly wound around a familiar waist, Katsuki can finally breathe.

“Then show me. Show me how you want me to do it.”

Eijiro is very aware of his position, the way he's straddling his boyfriend, hands resting on strong shoulders. Manly, he can’t help thinking.

He's hesitant at first, scrutinized under Katsuki's penetrating gaze. He feels seen through, and the glimmer in those eyes challenges him, dares him to put his money where his mouth is.

Or rather his kissing skills where his mouth is.

Fingers fit along Katsuki's jaw, making him shiver. Trying to keep his heart from beating out of his chest, he stares up. Eijiro's hair is down, soft strands of red tickling his cheeks. He has half a thought to move his hands, to pull hips closer or run a hand through that hair. He doesn’t, trying to give his boyfriend the reins.

It's hard, he's used to taking the lead, but maybe that's the problem. Eijiro needs to lead, to take, and the idea is a turn on if he were honest with anyone besides his thoughts.

"Ei," he murmurs in encouragement, skin buzzing with anticipation the longer he has to wait.

And Eijiro, damn him, smiles. It's unfair how he steals Katsuki's breath away with little effort, keeping the explosive blond hopelessly in love.

Finally, Eijiro leans in, head tilting to fit their lips together. It's soft, softer than their first kiss, and it sends pleasure and happiness through Katsuki like lightning.

He can't help the way his hands grasp at the back of Eijiro's shirt, or the hushed groan that leaves his lips. There's just something about having Ei's weight on him, hands touching him gently, the careful way they slot together like puzzle pieces.

It's that moment in the romance novels he secretly reads, the one that says 'Oh, you're the sun, and the moon, and the stars, and I'm an asteroid caught in your orbit, ready to collide with you.'

Katsuki will be happy to experience it again and again, forever.

But he has to focus, figure out what he's lacking, and how he can love Eijiro better. No way is he missing out on anything, eyes closed, but trying not to get lost in it like he usually does.

The first slide of tongue is hot and slow, unhurried, almost like it's making love to his mouth. Katsuki moans, shifts the weight in his lap, trying to press closer somehow.

It's not enough, it's never enough when it comes to Eijiro unless he's pinning the other boy down—

Lips break apart with a wet 'smek!' and Katsuki growls in annoyance as he opens his eyes. Somehow Eijiro is under him, hair splayed out looking up at him in a mixture of amusement and exasperation. Their hips are flush together, Katsuki can feel heat spreading from head to toe.

“Katsuki.” Eijiro is laughing.

He can feel his face burn up worse than his quirk. "Fuck, I didn't..."

"You always do this. You get so—" Eijiro rolls his eyes, but his smile holds no malice. It makes Katsuki want to kiss him again. "I love you."

And there goes his heart, melting like a popsicle under the heat of the sun, or maybe a warm mouth like Eijiro's.

He swallows harshly, leaning in again, but a hand covering his mouth stops him. He opens his eyes, forgets ever closing them, to see Eijiro grinning, the corners of his eyes crinkling with the force of it.

“Nope. I’m cutting you off.”

He tries to say something, muffled by the palm. He growls, moving until he can get into a position to bite.

"Hey!" The hand flies back, a pout replacing the wild smile. "You didn't even say it back, jerk."

“You want me to say it?”

It's Katsuki's turn to grin, one hand sliding up Eijiro's shirt, fingers dancing along exposed skin. It has the desired effect, the body beneath him squirming instantly, trapped and unable to escape the revenge. He pairs the tickling with gentle bites along his boyfriend's neck as Eijiro fights in his hold. There's laughter, some pleading, and when Katsuki thinks he's had enough, he pulls back. He takes another long look, taking in flushed cheeks, messy hair and a panting mouth.

The grin softens into a smile. "Fucking love you," it's a whisper, like a secret, reminding Ei that these words were meant for him and him alone. A grunt, impatient, follows. "Now can I fucking kiss you?"

Eijiro laughs with a nod, settling down as lips skim across his cheek. Katsuki tries on his own this time, starting the kiss slow, applying the short lesson he allowed Eijiro to give. He molds their lips together carefully, imitating Eijiro. Slowly he inches his tongue in to join, flicking it across pointed teeth teasingly. Pride swells in his chest when Ei moans, hands moving to comb through soft blonde hair.

Katsuki presses forward, reminding himself to go slow. Eijiro deserves the effort, the time it takes to break him down into a blissed out mess. He continues licking, then pulling back to initiate another kiss in the same slow manner. Everything grows hotter, deeper.

Eijiro keeps making these pleased little noises: hums, groans, even a few gasps when Katsuki adds a little nip. And Katsuki understands now why his boyfriend felt a little underwhelmed. There's something about the slowness that makes things more intense, more intimate.

When they finally part again, they need a minute to catch their breaths. Katsuki's lungs are filled with awe at the glazed look in Eijiro's eyes, the way his boyfriend is relaxed in the bedsheets.

Katsuki is no longer an asteroid, he's a comet crashing and burning with love.

"Ha," he says the second he can breathe again," I'm the fucking best."

He's not offended by Eijiro's laugh for long, not when he's pulled back in for another kiss. Because Bakugo Katsuki is a fast learner, and he refuses to be bad at anything, especially loving Kirishima Eijiro.

[ficwritingnerd]

🫶🏼Miracles of fate🫶🏼

Days 28-31: Soulmate, Mutual Pining, Meet Cute & Quirk Accident

Words: 2, 372

Tags: SFW, Fluff and Humor, Characters are Pro Heroes

[yalocalfanficaddict]

Finally getting back into the groove of writing even with my chock-o'-block full schedule, haha! I just hope I did this justice as I REALLY want to try to portray the characters the way they were drawn! I sort of accidentally (not really) made this a two-shot but this could be read as a stand alone! Anyways, at the bottom of the post will have a link to the master-list and the other part of the two-shot so enjoy!

Tags: fluff, gen, bromance, developing feelings, canon compliance, Deaf!Bakugou, Pining!Kirishima

Word count: 2409

"Oi! You gonna come or not?"

"You bet I am!" Eijirou chuckles as he jogs after Bakugou. Slinging his arm over Katsuki's shoulder, the two boys grin as they walk out of the classroom. "Also, take that out of context right now, I dare you."

Bakugou grins and shakes his head, hiding his chuckle. "You idiot. Why do you have to make everything gross?"

Eijirou shrugs with a laugh of his own. "Well it's not everything, you just make it too easy sometimes. Besides, Kaminari is like, ten time worse."

As if coming in on cue for a comedic scene in a novel, Kaminari trots after them, arm raised and waving at them. "Yo, guys! Wait for me, guys!"

Unfortunately for Kaminari, he's too far away for the duo to notice him. Eijirou's attention is suddenly brought to Katsuki's ears, noticing something is off. His usual black and red stud combo on his ears are different. Instead, the red piercing looks wider and larger, maybe the size of a pea. Not to mention that it looks like a red hook going completely through his ears. Why didn't he notice sooner, Eijirou couldn't tell, but it did intrigue him. "So uh, I noticed you did a little something to your ears over the weekend. Were the other earrings too small or something?"

Bakugou grins at him and shrugs, but not hard enough for Eijirou to take his arm off of his shoulders. "I mean, yeah, I guess. Got a fucking problem with it?"

He quickly shake his head. "Of course not! But I'm just wondering what they are because I've never seen them before."

"I mean, these specifically are horseshoe tapers. But what I actually want to put in my ears after I stretch 'em enough are plugs or gauges. Don't want them to get in the way of becoming number one, so I'll probably just keep them small and not get anything bigger than twelve point seven millimeters."

Eijirou's eyes widen as a smile of astonishment tugs at his lips. "That's actually sick, dude! What are you at right now?"

"I'd say I'm around ten millimeters. It drove the hag batshit crazy when she saw what I did, but she's not the one doing it to her body so I don't give a fuck."

He laughs hard enough to lean on Bakugou a little, who lightly shoves him back. "Oh my God, how are you still in school? My parents would ground my ass so hard that I wouldn't be able to step a toe from my room."

Bakugou shrugs. "Well, they're both in the fashion world so I got away with it, calling it some stupid trend going around."

Eijirou chuckles, playfully nudging him. "Well who knows? Maybe you might actually start a trend!"

Laughing, the two boys venture into the dormitory common room. A few peers somehow make it there before them, but it doesn't matter. They switch from outdoor shoes to slippers, firing jokes and witty comments at each other. Grabbing a few snacks, the greetings from their friends fall on deaf ears as the boys keep poking and prodding each other before dashing up the stairs to their dorms in a race.

"Fuck you, cheater!"

"Says the guy using his explosions for a boost!"

They pant at the top of the steps, hands on the knees from how fast they moves in such short time. Bakugou puts a hand on Eijirou's shoulder, simulating a push down the stairs, leaving Eijirou to laugh as he swats the hand away and playfully throws him a light hit. "You're just salty that I won without my quirk."

"Shut up."

Scoffing, Eijirou leads him to his room before unlocking it and letting them both inside. Kicking off their slippers, Eijirou flops onto his bed as Bakugou takes a seat on the desk chair. Eijirou looks up with a sigh and a groan as he tugs off his tie. Bakugou chuckles as he watches. "Now what? I know your lazy ass doesn't want to study right now."

"Hey!" Eijirou pouts, tossing his bunched up tie at Bakugou. It falls pathetically at his feet but it doesn't matter to Eijirou as he unbuttons his top button to give himself more breathing room. "You know I'm not some lazy guy—"

"Well not physically, but you sure are academically with your doodling and dozing off."

Pouting turns to soft glares as Eijirou realizes that Bakugou isn't wrong. He does doodle, but it helps him focus. As for the sleeping part...he's never actually fallen asleep before. He would just close his eyes and listen, trying to focus better. Okay, yes, he did sleep in class, but it was one, or two—most likely six—times!

"Yeah...whatever. I do care about my grades, dude. I've just get distracted easily sometimes."

"Well then focus harder," Bakugou states, sounding like ever other authority figure in Eijirou's life.

"I know, I know, bro. Oh, and how your hearing aids treating you with your gauges by the way?" Eijirou asks, trying to change the subject.

Bakugou scoffs and pulls out the spare batteries Eijirou always leaves for him from the desk. "They're fine. I'm not some prissy little pansy that can't handle shit. What about your piercings and your quirk? Wouldn't you break the metal or some shit?"

Eijirou sputters out a laugh and tosses Bakugou a chip bag once he finishes with changing the batteries. "Well I tested it out with some weird earrings my eccentric aunt gave me and they surprisingly didn't break, but I didn't test them with Red Riot Unbreakable because everything breaks when I do that. So I won't wear things when out on the field."

They munch on their snacks for a moment in silence. It was a nice silence that they enjoyed often, despite how rowdy they can get at times. All their thoughts are calmed and Eijirou can't help but sneak glances at Bakugou as his friend scrolls through his phone. After a few moments longer, the quiet is broken.

"So did you see the stupid shit stupid Deku did while training today?"

"What? Like how he managed to catch Tsu in time when she fell from the ledge?" Eijirou asks around bites of food. He licks the seasoning of his snack off his fingers before continuing. "I mean, I thought it was cool that he had a such a fast reaction time. It's almost like your's now."

"Shut up!" Bakugou snaps and throws his empty snack bag at him. "That little twat has nothing compared to me! Besides, Frog Face could've saved herself."

"Whatever man, just teasing you." Eijirou laughs at the sulking pout Bakugou makes while swivelling away from him on the desk chair, flipping Eijirou off. He takes their wrappers and threw them in his trash bin before taking his computer from his bag. After flopping back onto his bed, he begins to look for movies to watch. "So what are you up for watching?"

Scoffing, Bakugou slowly gets up from the chair at the desk and crosses his arms over his chest. "I guess you don't give a shit about your grades, then."

"Well we can do it later! It's what the weekend is for—"

"I was being sarcastic, dumbass," Bakugou huffs, flicking Eijirou's forehead gently. "Let's watch something with action. Maybe that Banana Fish would be a good watch."

Eijirou's eyes widen for a moment. "Nah-uh, no way. That anime is too traumatic and gut-wrenching to watch. It's watch something more wholesome like Death Note."

"How the fuck is that more wholesome? It's basically a brat with a god-complex getting his morals fucked."

They go back and forth, briefly ranting about their opinions on the different anime they've watched, until they finally settle on something. Eijirou fusses with the brightness of his computer as Bakugou turns off the lights and climbs onto the bed to join him. The first episode of their anime begins and it's hard for Eijirou to stay silent.

"Just look at the art style! Studio MAPPA always knows how go to go crazy with details—" Eijirou points out before being cut off.

"Shut up," Bakugou mumbles, wanting to watch the episode in peace and quiet.

"Right..." Eijirou sheepishly mutters before accidentally pipes up moments later. "Oh my God, did you see that? Look at that! The intro song synced per—"

Bakugou doesn't even let him finish his sentence this time. "Shut up or I'll hit you."

"Sorry! Sorry..."

They stay in silence for what feels to be the whole movie, until a weight falls on his shoulder and Eijirou realizes that there's still thirty minutes left. Looking over at his shoulder to see what the weight was, his heart skips a beat when he finds Bakugou asleep. He watches at how Bakugou's lips part as he falls into a deeper state of rest. He grins at how Bakugou curls into him more, wrapping loosely around his arm. Was his heart beating in his chest that loudly or was it the main characters feet thudding against the pavement in their show? Brushing some of his bangs out of his eyes to give him a better rest, Eijirou gasps slightly once he realizes what feelings are fluttering in his chest.

"Do I like him?"

The whispering words are hardly audible, but it's enough for him to flush deeper at the realization.

"Do I have feelings...for my best friend?"

Eijirou needs a moment to collect himself and organize his thoughts, so he scoops him into his arms and carries Bakugou's to his room before going back to his own. Not knowing what to do, he calls the worst yet best person for this situation.

"Oh hey, Kiwi, what's up?" her voice chirps as she props her phone near something that sounds like running water. He must have caught her during her skin-care routine because she also had a green mask slopped on her face.

"Hey, Acid. I uh, need to tell you something."

A wicked grin stretches over Ashido's face as she leans on the bathroom counter while turning the water off. "I fucking knew it."

The blush on his face only darkens, exposing more of his recent revelation. "Knew what?"

"Well it was obvious to nearly over half the class that you two will be going out. Nobody knew who fell first and that doesn't really matter, but I'm still so glad that you decided to tell me first that you guys are dating!"

"Wait, wait wait. No, no, no. I'm not dating Bakugou. We're just friends."

Her brow furrow and she tilts her head slightly like how a cat would when trying to figure out a puzzle. "Really? Well it's fairly obvious with how much you and Bakugou spend time together that at least one of you has a crush."

There's a long silence that's filled with the sounds of Eijirou's breathing and Ashido's skin-care routine.

Slowly, he admits it and everything feels like it's coming into focus like donning proper lenses to clear blurry vision. "I'm—I have a crush on Bakugou."

"Oh so you fell for him first?" Ashido teases, earning a groan and another flush from Eijirou.

"No! I mean...maybe? I don't know." Eijirou got up and paced around his room as he spoke, flicking the light-switch on so he doesn't trip. "Not even Midoriya can read Bakugou to the fullest. Sure, we all have an idea or basic understanding about him, but he's just too...well, he's out of everyone's league to say the least."

Ashido says nothing as her wide smile only grows as she watches him through the video call. "Go on," she rags.

Eijirou finally decides it's a mistake to call the class head gossiper, so he huff out a sigh. "Not unless you promise me that you won't say a word to anyone."

She mimes zipping her lips shut and locking it before throwing away an imaginary key.

"Okay. Well, I think I like him because I can't stop thinking about him. I always want to spend time with him," Eijirou begins. "I think I like because despite his smile being scary to others I find it charming and I think it matches this rather feral energy he has. I like how energetic and passionate he is about hero work. He's also smart, really, really smart. I think I like him because I can't stop thinking about how I just want to run my hands through his hair and feel how soft it might be. I—"

Eijirou feels his throat close up as his cheeks flare up once again. He should've shut up ages ago. Ashido titters as she flops onto the bed with her phone in hand. "Kiwi...I think the word 'like' is way to little to describe how you feel right now."

With a sigh he nods. "I know, I know. Can you help me? You know in middle school that romance wasn't my strong-suite."

After a teasing silence, her grin splits impossibly wider. She's definitely enjoying this more than Eijirou thought. "Hm, I'd say confess to him on Valentine's Day. That way, once White Day comes around, you'll get your answer on what your relationship status is with him."

"But what if he gives me marshmallows, Acid? That's the worse thing to receive so what if that means I ruined everything?"

Ashido gives him an almost knowing look as she answers. "Oh, I'm sure everything will work out. He's your best friend, he'll give you at least a cookie or macarons. You're the closest person to him so I don't think you'll ruin everything."

He groans, the overwhelming feelings and thoughts running through his head is nearly driving him crazy. "Fine. I'll do it."

Blowing him a kiss, she chuckles. "Good luck, Kiwi! It'll all work out whether you stay platonic or not."

Eijirou gives her a weak smile. "Thanks, Acid."

With that, they hang up and Eijirou clutches onto his pillow as he tries to calm his flustering face. Why did things become so complicated so quickly—when did these feelings form anyway? Could he keep himself under control until Valentine's Day? So many questions bolt through his mind as he begins to hear his pulse from how hot the tips of his ears and his cheeks are becoming.

"I wanna be the one," he whispers as he kicks his feet against the mattress of his bed in a love-struck manner. "I might just be the one..."

Master-list, 2/2, main page

in their own little bubble

[yalocalfanficaddict]

The Master List of Master Lists

Hey there! So glad you decided to visit my blog! This pinned post will contain all the master lists of my projects I'm working on! Anything without an underline is a WIP/uncompleted project that's yet to be posted but hopefully I'll have more underlined projects as time progresses!

This is the link to the my fandoms I'm in and along with other details like whether requests are open or not! Now I'm more active in some fandoms than others but hopefully I'll be able to write whatever you wish (within reason) but I'll clearly state what you're allowed to request at the bottom of the post in case you're curious! ^^

MHA/BNHA

KiriBaku and/or BakuShima

The Wrong Bag

Don't Suffer Alone (TW: Sensitive topics)

Home For Christmas

A Warm Spring Day

Sick Of Your Face (Old)

ShinKami and/or KamiShin

I Fell For You

Other Master-lists

Masterpiece Master-list -- Ships so far are: Romantic!KRBK, (Queer)Platonic!KRBK, Platonic!BKDK,

Y/Ns Harem (Basically a bunch of CharacterxY/N and Y/N will be whatever YOU request, so yeah if you want the cringy 2016 orb Y/N or a normal human being Y/N, I gotchu)

(More ships yet to be added/requested)

SK8 The Infinity!

MatchaBlossom

Love Bites (Halloween)

(More ships yet to be added/requested)

Banana Fish

(More ships yet to be added/requested)

Death Note

(More ships yet to be added/requested)

Now I am a multi-shipper so I can probably do a lot of different ships but in case I'm not clear for what is and isn't allowed for what type of things I write, here are the guidelines below!

ALLOWED

Sickfics, gen fics, romantic fics, queer-platonic fics, NSFW references/hints, fluff, (heavy) angst, AUs, headcannons, Character x Y/N, prompts (but don't expect for all of them to be written -- I'm still in school and need to also balance a social life, haha!), polyamory, whump, DD;DNE. If you're curious about if [x] thing is allowed and it isn't on here, feel free to ask!

NOT ALLOWED

R@pe, incest (looking at you MHA fandom), su!c!d3, NFSW/smut, MinorxAdult (Again...mostly looking at you MHA), graphic DD;DNE, abusive relationships, omega-verse, m-preg. If you're curious about if [x] thing is not allowed and it isn't on here, feel free to ask!

[ao3feed-kiribaku]

Home For Christmas

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2476OPA by YaLocalFanFicAddict "Mr. Red, huh? Should I try using that when we're on patrols, Eijirou?" Eijirou whips around and throws his arms around the man behind him. He can recognize that voice from anywhere. Especially the soft curse that slips past his teeth when Eijirou squeezes him tight. "Katsuki! What took you so long?" When they pull away, allowing room for the puffs of steam to mingle between their lips, Bakugou kisses Eijirou's temple, warming his core. "I got you something to warm you up. It's colder than a witch's tit out here." Eijirou snorts at the remark and accepts the warm drink. "Thank you." Bakugou grunts as he takes a sip from his own cup. ~~~ Just a fluffy Christmas KiriBaku/BakuShima one-shot for the holidays!! Words: 2985, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Shitty Hair & Blasty Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Eri (My Hero Academia), Toogata Mirio, Jirou Kyouka, Sero Hanta, Various Character(s) Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Eri & Toogata Mirio, Jirou Kyouka & Sero Hanta Additional Tags: Christmas Fluff, Christmas Eve, Christmas Special, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Pro Hero Kirishima Eijirou, Kirishima Eijirou is a Dork, Kirishima Eijirou is Good at Feelings, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Significant Other, Bakugou Katsuki is a Dork, They honestly are just a bunch of little dorks that rot my brain, Hot Chocolate, Domestic Fluff, The author has lost sleep over the brainrot, Comfort No Hurt, A gift for the sweet annon on the Author's Tumblr, Charlie Brown is the best animated Christmas movie, I will fight you on it, Anyways, back to the normal tags, Christmas Kisses, no mistletoe sadly, Author began foaming at the mouth from how sweet the fluff is read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2476OPA

[puppyaulait]

[yalocalfanficaddict]

Just a little drabble I wrote as a way to get back into this characters (I've been a touch busy as exams pop up so bear with me on any/all OOCness)! Note that this is a slight cannon compliance because I need to learn how to write fluff without going overboard in angst!

"Shut up, Shitty Hair," Katsuki groans with an eye-roll. "It's just a stupid scar from that shitty villain."

"But it looks so manly! My boyfriend truly is a tough guy, surviving all that," Eijirou beams, chest swelling with pride.

Katsuki sucks his teeth and dumps his bag at Eijirou's desk. He tosses his shoes to the front door, ignoring the thump they make as they smack the baseboard. "Whatever. Are we doing this or not?"

"Hell yeah! I love myself a good ol' study date. When was the last time we even did this stuff anyway?" Eijirou asks, sliding off his bed and plopping onto the floor. Working through his own bookbag, he pulls out a black notebook. 

Katsuki hums in thought. "How the fuck should I know? We've been so busy that it's hard to fucking remember which month it is."

Eijirou throws his head back and barks out a laugh. "Fair enough, bro."

As they work through their comfortable silence, it's hard for Katsuki to imagine his life with his new injury. His arm being almost crushed to sawdust is by far worse than the constant ringing in his ears. At least with hearing aids, Katsuki can fix that problem then and there. However, even with physical therapy, he still struggles to move his arm with the new muscles the doctors have woven for him. It infuriates him that he can't be the hero he planned to be with each "setback," as others call it.

But he shouldn't complain. At least he still has his eyesight.

Or at least that's what the doctors and his parents say.

"Katsuki, you good, man?"

He snaps his head to the right, and a hand comes up to cup the scarred cheek. "What?"

Eijirou nibbles at his lower lip to bite back his sheepish smile. "Well, you sorta just started staring at the paper and dropped your pencil."

Before Katsuki can pull away to grab it, Eijirou places it on the pile of sprawled books. After he makes sure the pencil doesn't roll away, he holds Katsuki's with both hands instead of one. A warm smile tugs at the corner of Eijirou's lips, the edges of his eyes crinkle, and his puckering scar twists to accommodate the movement. "Is it about your scar? Do you want to talk about it?"

Katsuki's own lips curve into a hint of a frown. "No, I don't."

"Not even a little?"

"What part of no don't you understand, Hair For Brains? The nngh or the ooh?"

Eijirou laughs again, sending Katsuki's stomach into somersaults. His frown melts, and his lips betray him, barely tipping up into a grin. The tension around his shoulders and in his jaw thaw. Each breath grows more full, welcoming the scent of Eijirou's cologne. This oblivious boy before him has no clue of what magic he holds over Katsuki.

His giggles are abruptly cut off with a vague gasp when Katsuki pulls him onto his lap. "What did I do to deserve you?" he asks, pressing his forehead against Eijirou's. Katsuki closes his eyes, allowing himself to savor the warmth that doesn't radiate from his quirk for once.

Eijirou hums in playful thought as he leans in to place a peck on Katsuki's lips. The action causes him to go rigid, but he's quick to soften when sweet words greet his ears, followed by more kisses.

"I'm not sure, 'Suki. But I can say that I'm honored to be the one you wish to spend your weekends with. I'm honored to be the one to bandage you up, and you, me. I'm honored to have your shoulder to cry on, knowing you can use my shirt for a tissue, too. Knowing that I am wanted by someone as independent as you really energizes me in ways I can't even begin to describe, Kats. Maybe the Universe made a mistake, and I'm ecstatic if they did. But know that if they ever try to correct themselves, I fight until my bones ache and scream until my voice turns bloody, only to keep you with me a moment longer."

He doesn't know what to say. A mere 'you did enough' would suffice, but knowing Eijirou and how he wears his heart on his sleeve, Katsuki should have known better.

Instead, Katsuki tangles his finger through Eijirou's spikes, earning a cry of protest, quickly silenced in a deep kiss. "You're an idiot, you know that?" he asks before crushing his lips against the precious boy he would scrap tooth and nail for. "You're such an idiot—my idiot. I'd blast my head off my fucking body before doing anything to make you upset, ya hear? I'll ignite every damn inch of me if that means I'll put a smile on your face. Your stupid shark teeth and shitty hair color will forever be burned in my memory, and I hope you know that it's what I'll look for by whatever chance in hell that we are separated. Do you understand, motherfucker?"

Eijirou wraps around Katsuki and buries his face in the crook of his neck. "Good to know we're on the same page here!"

They sit like that for a moment that stretches on into timeless oblivion. The only sound is their content sighs and occasional 'love you' flittering through the air.

That is until Katsuki feels a tickle against his neck.

"What the hell are you doing, Eiji?" Katsuki asks as he slows the speed of his hand that draws intricate patterns along Eijirou's back.

A grin is felt against Katsuki's jaw, and he groans at Eijirou's answer.

"I don't think I ever kissed you better, so I'm doing it now!"

"You sap," Katsuki grumbles as Eijirou holds his face in one hand again.

He grins while tilting Katsuki's complexion in search of a better angle. "Oh, don't pretend you don't like it."

Katsuki can practically see the hearts form around them when Eijirou kisses his cheek.

And he doesn't mind it.

Not one bit.

Kiss it better ❤️🧡

I needed some cute KiriBaku out of my system for you to enjoy 🤣💕

[peachsukii]

one-way ticket | tangled hearts series ⇢ it's the weekend, hooray! after a long week at all of your respective jobs, you and the boys plan to take some time to head into the city to visit friends for drinks and merriment. you've gotten to know a few of their friends through passing, but they plan to introduce you as their girlfriend for the first time. what could go wrong? but before that, you have to sit through a grueling lunch with Mitsuki…alone.

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"Your mom texted me last night, she wants to have lunch with me."

Bakugo's eyes linger over his coffee mug in your direction, two seconds from spitting it all over the table.

"She texted you?"

You nod, pulling out your phone and sliding it across the table to him. "I guess she got my number from Eiji? I don't mind, but the way she phrased it sounds like…she knows."

He scans over the messages before handing the phone back to you.

"She's gonna find out one way or another."

Bakugo was being extremely…calm about this. That soothed your nerves a bit, but not entirely.

"Are you sure?" you ask, double checking for your own sanity. "I don't mind her knowing, I just don't wanna mess anything up or say the wrong thing."

"Sweetheart, her son is married to a man, I've been down this road with her before. Addin' a woman into the equation is not far-fetched," he laughs before taking another sip of coffee.

"Kats had a girlfriend or two before we dated in college," Kirishima chimes in, nonchalantly strolling into the kitchen with a yawn. "So did I. You'll be meeting them this weekend!"

Wait…what?

Bakugo catches the brief look of worry that flashes across your face.

"Don't make it a big deal, Ei. It's been over a decade and they're both married now," he combats, waving his hand toward Kirishima to knock it off.

"There's nothing to worry about, angel. Mina and Ochako are sweet girls, you'll get along with them perfectly," Kirishima comments while patting you on the back. You puff out a quiet laugh, fiddling with the handle of your coffee mug in silence.

"Hey now, it's alright! Mom's all bark and no bite. If you can handle Katsuki, you're more than well equipped to spend an hour with her."

Kirishima makes a decent point, giving you the boost of confidence you needed to calm yourself down. All you had to do was sit with her for an hour and let her lead the conversation.

What's the worst that could happen?

~

Friday's luncheon with Mitsuki arrives in the blink of an eye. You're standing outside the café she suggested, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt while you wait.

'Calm down, don't panic. The boys told you there is no reason to be nervous,' you remind yourself as you take a deep breath. 'If you act odd, she's going to suspect something⎯'

"Hi sweetie!" Mitsuki greets, interrupting your thought and startling you when she lays her hand on your shoulder. "Hope I didn't keep ya waitin' long."

"No! Not at all," you respond with a smile.

It's astounding to you how alike Bakugo and his mother are not only physically, but down to the mannerisms, too. She leads you inside the cafe by the hand and picks a table by the window. Once the two of you have ordered, Mitsuki's grinning wickedly as she leans onto the table, chin laying atop her folded hands.

Well, shit. She's about to drill into you, no doubt about it.

"I'm sure you're wonderin' why I asked you to lunch," she begins, tilting her head as she analyzes your body language. "But ya look a little nervous, dear."

You shake your head and wave your hands in response, trying not to come off as too jumpy.

"I'm alright! Sorry Mrs. Baku⎯"

"Oh honey, none of that formality bullshit. Call me Mitsuki," she orders with a huff. "Katsuki and Eijiro talk very highly of you, and I was curious to find out more about ya."

Oh shit.

She knows.

"That's sweet of them! They're good friends of mine," you respond, trying your damndest to hide the quiver in your voice. "We met a few months back when I moved to the area for a job transfer. I went to Eijiro's gym for a yoga class on a whim and the rest is history."

Mitsuki leans back in her chair with her arms crossed as if she's studying you.

"A meet cute, how sweet." Her tone is dry, almost accusatory. You're thankful the waitress brings over your drinks before she presses further, giving you an extra few seconds to stall and compose yourself.

"So," she sighs, shaking her head. "M'just gonna ask. Are you sleeping with my son?"

You straighten in your seat, unable to stop the physical reaction to Mitsuki's bluntness.

"Uhh…" you hesitantly whisper while biting your lip.

Laughter.

Mitsuki begins cackling at your hesitation, smacking the table dramatically and holding her side, her eyes glassy with glee. What the fuck?

"Sorry, it's not you I'm laughin' at," she wheezes while catching her breath. "Can I show you something?" She reaches into her purse to grab her phone, sliding it across the table for you to read. "Read this."

What choice do you have? You're already mortified by her reaction, you might as well entertain whatever the hell she wants to show you. You glance at her phone to see her company e-mail inbox on display, a specific e-mail opened in a smaller window.

From: Katsuki Bakugo <kbakugo@flarewing.co> To: Mitsuki Bakugo <mibakugo@flarewing.co> Subject: Untitled Dress Prototype T-shirt styled dress, plain or with graphics. Worn in look - rips or bleach stains? Stops mid-thigh. Prototype measurements: …

"Mitsuki, I'm not sure I follow what you're trying to tell me," you admit, lost as you skimmed the remainder of the message. "What does this have to do with me?"

"Sweetheart," she giggles while pointing to the measurements in the e-mail. "Those aren't Eijiro's measurements. He's modeled things for us in the past and we have them on file, Katsuki wouldn't need to write them down. Plus, it's obvious who they belong to."

That's when your eyes find the damning evidence - he included your name after the measurements. From the looks of it, the e-mail was never supposed to be sent to anyone and should have stayed in his drafts. He must've accidentally clicked 'Send' in his fatigued state instead of 'Save.'

"Katsuki never let's anyone model his clothes, especially prototypes, outside of Eijiro and pre-selected candidates in our company database. He doesn't know I have this."

Well…Bakugo did say "She's gonna find out one way or another." Guess the cat's out of the bag, unbeknownst to him.

"So," Mitsuki chirps, smirk tugging on her lips. "What's your deal with my son?"

You slump your shoulders, sighing to yourself. "I'm…dating him. And Eijiro."

She practically spits out her drink, covering her mouth in surprise.

"Do they know?!" She shouts, deeply invested in all of the delicious details of your confession. It dawns on you how salacious this all sounds and how it reads like a reality show plot line.

"Yes, we're all together. I'm not cheating with one or the other."

Mitsuki almost looks disappointed before her expression shifts into a gentle acceptance.

"Do you love them?"

Your first instinct is to say 'yes, absolutely,' but it's only been a few months and you have not confessed to them…yet. You've overheard the two of them say it to one another, but never in your direction. It's a delicate topic, a stepping stone you're not sure they're looking to climb with you and you didn't want to risk losing them.

"…yeah, I do, but I haven't told them yet," you answer, fingers tapping nervously against the glass of your drink. She reaches across the table and pushes her phone aside to hold your hand, forcing you to make eye contact with her.

"Hun, s'okay. I know you probably weren't expecting this today," she shakes her head with a soft smile spreading across her lips. "Sorry for blindsiding you, but I was prepared to give you hell for ruining my son's marriage. Turns out, you're enlightening it. It's a relief to hear."

A relief?

"You're not…?" your question hangs in the air as Mitsuki begins to giggle to herself a second time, letting go of your hand to take her phone back and put it into her purse.

"No, m'not mad or disappointed. If both Katsuki and Eijiro approve of you, then so do I. Takes a lot for Katsuki to like anyone, let alone date them. That kid's serious about his inner circle and keeping his bubble small."

Wow. Bakugo was right, it wasn't far-fetched at all. You had no reason to be concerned about her being unaccepting of you.

"Thank you, Mitsuki. I'm sorry this wasn't more formally done," you apologize, one hand moving to your nape in embarrassment. She waves a hand to dismiss your condolences.

"Oh sweetheart, this didn't happen. We're gonna pretend Katsuki didn't out himself and let the two of them properly introduce you when the time it right." She gives you a wink. "Our little secret. 'Kay?"

You nod with a warm smile.

"Yeah, thank you."

~

Later that night, your phone rattles on the nightstand with an incoming call from Bakugo. He's probably dying to know how your lunch date with his mom went.

"Hey sweetheart," he greets. "How'd lunch with Ma go?"

You can't help the warmth blooming your chest before you answer.

"It went great! Mitsuki's sweet as can be. She showed me some of your baby pictures."

No, she didn't, but it's a decent cover for what you actually talked about.

You hear him huff sarcastically. "She always does that shit. Means she likes ya, though."

"Aw, I feel special."

"'Cause ya are, idiot. Anyways, be here tomorrow by 2, dinner's at 5 in the city."

Oh…right. You're meeting their friends tomorrow for dinner.

"Sure. Say good night to Eiji for me."

"Can do. Night, baby."

"Night, Kats."

When you hang up, you flop back onto your bed with the biggest smile on your face…until you remember they're planning on telling their friends about your relationship tomorrow.

You survived a luncheon with Mitsuki, what's another dinner?

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Chapter 14 of 'To Be Loved, Is To Be Changed' is out now!!

Tw - suicidal thoughts , dark thoughts , sexual content / sex

RAGH I haven't written smut in FOREVER so I hope it's okay 😫😫 if not then oh well.

I hc bakugou to be a talker, and to lowkey be a service top for kiri.

Also, before yall hate on me or bakugou for edging kiri like 3 times, spoiler alert but baku is a virgin and didn't know kiri was close 😔 LMAO THE SOUND OF THAT BAHAHFHHS

Anyway fools, I have school starting up again so I dunno how my schedule will be!! It'll probably be the same I dunno, but! Trust I will finish this story 👌

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Breaking in the Booze

kiribaku / f.reader

genre: aged-up/prohero au, fluff, how much more domestic can we get

warning(s): drinking (obviously), bakugou+y/n are moving by themselves so kirishima can work (he feels kinda bad), they all share a bath but its super sweet :DD (so what- brief mentions of nudity?)

w.count: 4k

synopsis: it took a long hard time, but finally you, katsuki and eijirou were finally moving into a house you all three just bought. moving day it hectic, but so worth it. kaminari sends booze home with kirishima as a congratulatory gift- so why wouldn't they drink it?

a/n: this is technically a sequel to Forgetful Fuckin' Drunk, but it can be read as a stand alone fic! this time, kirishima's the one getting drunk hehe

-x-x-x

If you had to explain to anyone what it felt like inside of a moving truck packed full with furniture and boxes in the middle of summer, you'd just tell them hell would feel better.

Moving was exciting, you wouldn't want anyone to think it wasn't. It was just much less exciting and much more sweaty in the summer heat. Trying to get an early start wasn't much help either since the sun was already barreling down and producing sweltering heat by 8 am.

"Holy shit," Katsuki groaned, rolling up the short cut sleeves of his gym tee- the fabric already irritating him. Thankfully, when you three loaded this truck, it was evening of the previous day- so all y'all had to do was drive to the new house and unpack. Problem was, Eijirou was called into the agency by Fatgum- since he still worked there until Katsuki and him could work up an agency of their own.

You weren't a prohero, but you were a graduated and decently known support technician for heroes. You currently worked along with Hatsume, a fellow UA graduate who always had some sort of gear or idea cooking up.

Of course, when Ground Zero and Red Riot get their agency dream off the ground, they've already set aside a plan for a workshop and office space for you because there was no way they were going go go independent without you.

That all being said, that left Katsuki and you to handle everything on your own. Eijirou tried to tell Fat that today wasn't exactly ideal, but Katsuki and you pushed him to work- you two could handle it.... somehow.

"Okay babe," Katsuki, huffed again. The tail end of the truck was packed with all the larger furniture and first off the chopping block was the two piece living room set Katsuki and Eijirou bought back in their previous apartment that consisted of a three section couch and two section love seat. That couch was going to be item number one off the truck. "This mother is heavy as shit," he told you standing on one end of the three cushion couch. "Think you're gonna be able to handle it?" For once, his tone wasn't teasing or challenging when it came to a situation of strength.

You thought him and Eijirou were going to pop a blood vessel just loading this thing up yesterday, so to say you were a little nervous was an understatement. It wasn't like you were all that weak, in fact you were toned in your own ways; but you weren't at your boyfriends' strength levels either. You knew this was going to suck just as much as Katsuki did.

"Well," you huff, touching around the couch and it's arms to see where the best place to grab on to was, "I don't think we really have a choice, now do we?"

After a little bit of tips, like the obvious of lifting with your legs not your back he also advised you to absolutely tell him if your grip is slipping because he will immediately drop the couch off the truck if it's too much to handle. Eijirou's bank account be damned (he'd understand).

So, after double checking that the metal ramp you hand pushed up against the truck's dock was secure and wouldn't slip and cause your sudden and immediate doom by being crushed, you and Katsuki heaved.

Your forearms burned as your fingers were so tightly fisted where they grasped on the fabric you thought they'd break off. You shuffled backward as carefully as you could down the ramp, regretting that you decided to go first at all. Katsuki was huffing and suffering just as much as you were. His eye flicked from keeping the couch upright to looking down at you to make sure you weren't going to slip and fall; all while making sure he wasn't pushing or moving too quickly to make you stumble.

If you so much as slipped, he would pull that couch back and fling it away himself with an explosion. It may be heavy, but it wasn't indestructible.

"Fuck- you- shiiit- you okay?!" he grunted in harsh stutters. You didn't speak back to him, too afraid that if you did your concentration would be broken and you'd be done for.

Somehow, you both shuffled your way to the pavement and safely off the metal ramp uncrushed. You dropped the couch in sync with the blond. You nearly collapsed as your arms screamed and tried not to think about the fact that you still have to carry it inside.

Katsuki flopped over the arm as he cursed under his breath like all the words his mama ever taught him were mature ones.

"Well," you huff, "at least it's down. Half way there?" You tried to reason. Katsuki just lifted his head and gave you the most deadpan look.

"You have got to be joking."

You bark out a laugh before he cracked a smile. Rolling his eyes he straightens back out before rolling his shoulders.

"Fuck this couch- we'll do it last. For now, lets just unload the smaller shit." The wristwatch he wore showing him the early hour. "Hell, if we have to, we'll leave the damn thing outside for Ei to bring in later. He's jacked enough to lift it himself."

"Now, you know that's not true. I saw you guys struggling with it yesterday."

"You didn't see anything."

"Ah, right," you playfully tap your forehead. "I forgot that I went temporarily blind when you guys were loading the truck up. I must have been hallucinating."

"You are insufferable."

"Well, I guess I'll just have to sleep in my own separate room then, huh?"

"I think the fuck not!" He cried as you barked out another laugh at him. The rest of the morning went by smoothly, aside from the awkward struggles of dressers, tables or dining chairs. Bringing box by box inside and into the rooms they were labeled for, soon the inside of your new house was stacked high with boxes.

It felt like you were inside a giant playhouse with stacking blocks and the thought made you chuckle as you watched Katsuki trip over the same small box he kept over looking for the third time in a row.

It was around 3 in the afternoon when you and Katsuki decided that working hour after hour with only minor breaks was called for an actual break. Slumped against the outside wall just next to the front door with his legs extended out, he groaned.

"This is taking longer than I thought."

You nudged him with your foot as you offered him a glass you had dug out of one of the kitchen boxes filled with water. "Blame Eijirou- he has a hard time throwing anything away. Sip, don't gulp," you advised as you noticed him taking long drinks that would definitely make him puke after all his moving around all day in this heat.

After your break and a few sipped on glasses of water, you were back at it again. All the boxes and furniture had been carried inside- although not all in it's proper place yet. Well, all furniture accept for that damn couch. Katsuki didn't want you straining like before, so he was going to wait for Eijirou, even if he didn't get home until midnight- it was staying the fuck outside.

It was evening when Eijirou finally came back home. Decked in a pair of swears with a two red gears on the right pocket and a stained, white t-shirt. He also had his duffle on his hip filled with his hero gear.

"I'm back guys!" He felt all giddy seeing the once empty halls and rooms lined with furniture and boxes. He felt even more giddy hearing you and Katsuki welcome him back home as you rummaged around in boxes looking for whatever.

"About time," Katsuki huffed. "Come help me carry in that damn couch," he instructed. Eijirou dropped his duffle which you quickly took and relocated so the boys wouldn't trip on it.

"I saw it sitting in the driveway. Couldn't get it inside, huh?"

"What? No, I didn't want y/n to lift that heavy piece of shit again. Nearly crushed her this morning."

"Crushed?!"

"No! It did not," you immediately deescalated. "It was just heavy and awkward. I was fine." You crossed your arms and cocked your hip to one side as you knew Katsuki's turned back hid the smirk on his face.

The two of them went out and you could hear their grunts and groans of the heavy piece of comfort. You decided to quickly kick boxes out of the way and create a clear path they could travel. Snatching Eijirou's duffle back into your arms, you hear a few things inside clink.

They didn't sound like the thick, metal gears he wore around his shoulders for protection and support- but instead sounded delicate like glass.

Unzipping the back as you set it delicately on the table in the kitchen. you pulled out two large bottles of liquor. You held the necks of both in either hand, looking at them quizzically.

You were soon brought back to reality when you hear a small thud followed by relieved moans. Coming back to the living room, Katsuki was bent backward, his hands on his lower back between his spine trying to relieve any aches. Eijirou was bent over, hands on the couch arm huffing. You scoffed at them in good faith as you lightly clinked the liquor bottles together.

The two both looked at you, Katsuki straightening his stance and Eijirou looking over his shoulder.

"The hell did you get those from?" Katsuki asked, not remembering having them in any cabinets that were loaded up.

"Eijirou's duffle. You're not drinking on the job are you?" You tease since the bottles weren't even open yet. He chuckled as he stood up and walked over to you, taking one bottle from your hand and reading the label.

"Oh, definitely. Nothing like a drunk Red Riot out to save innocent civilians," he chuckles playing along before he quickly dismisses the joke. "Nah. Pretty sure Fat would throw me out a window if I did that. Amajiki might actually raise his voice at me too. No, this is from Kaminari."

"Kaminari?"

"When did Dunce Face have the time to buy and give you liquor?" Katsuki asked, coming over to the two of you and standing on Eijirou's other side.

"Dunno," Eijirou shrugged. "He just popped by the Fat Agency before I left this afternoon and gave it to me as a house warming gift."

"He couldn't have gotten us anything else?" Katsuki clicked his tongue and crossed his arms. "I swear, all that's on his mind is alcohol and women."

"Don't say that," you reached around Eijirou and swatted at Katsuki's arm. "He thinks about Kyoka and his job all the time. He just... likes to have fun too."

"Yeah, Kats," Eijirou joined. "Take a page out of his book and loosen up." Katsuki tutted and Eijirou smirked. "Well, I guess it's fine if you don't. After all, if you start drinking again maybe you'll think that only y/n and I live here and you'll be all dejected being left out again."

The blonds face erupted into a fit of reds between anger and embarrassment. The lost memories of the last time he went out drinking with friends you both had told him about were once again thrown back in his face. Thinking that you and his boyfriend were dating each other exclusively and not also with him.

He threw his arms down in a fit. "Oh shut up!" He cried as you and Eijirou shared a laugh.

Soon enough, there was calm between you all as Katsuki and you took to the kitchen, well before Katsuki shooed you out of it. He hated people in his kitchen on a good day, but now it was all cluttered with boxes and foam padding and tape and he couldn't stand it with another body in it as well. You were shocked you were allowed inside for as along as you were at all.

Eijirou gave you a quick 'got kicked out huh?' as you just nodded and started helping him unpack. Eijirou was busy sorting stuff in the living room as you made your way into the master bedroom that would be all three of yours to share.

One long dresser with a vanity mirror sat next to the door and reflected the large bedframe with an equally large, naked mattress on it. Two other dressers mirrored each other on opposite walls, and the closet was two sliding, white doors wide.

Boxes were stacked everywhere, on the bed, on the ground, besides the dressers, in the closet- everywhere.

You weren't sure how long you were going through them before you were being call back into the kitchen to eat something. You three talked a lot over dinner, about the house, how Ei's day went, how Fatgum and Amajiki were doing, about the team agency you all dreamed off- so much was discussed over a quickly thrown together batch of miso.

After dinner, you were cleaning up with Katsuki, scrubbing dishes as you handed them to the blond to dry. Eijirou came bouncing back in the kitchen from the bathroom where he stood between the both of you, both of his arms slinging around you two. One hand on Katsuki's hip and the other on yours.

"You guys want to take a bath with me?" He sang. You could feel the dampness of his shower he just took from his arm around you in his nighttime tanktop.

"You just took a shower though?" You told him, handing Katsuki another bowl.

"So? That was just to get clean. Now we can just relax, you know?"

Before you could tell him that maybe it could happen another night, Katsuki was already agreeing for himself and for you with a quick 'sure'. You were shocked, since he wasn't a fan of baths in general. In fact, of the three of you, you favored them most bc of all the scented oils or salts you got to use.

The moment dishes were cleared away, Eijirou was dragging you both to the en-suite bathroom off the master bedroom. The main bath had a standing shower, toliet and standing sink. But this one was more extravagant.

It was a long counter top with two sink bowls and a large, long mirror stretching it. The tile was large in white squares that chilled the bare foot. The shower was right inside the door, long with two shower heads on opposite ends and separate from it was a large, oval tub. In the back of the room was a double doored pantry, well away from any source of water for anything that needed to be in the bathroom from soaps, to toiletries, to clothes hampers and towels.

Honestly, this bathroom was one reason you were so dead set on this house.

Eijirou practically danced as Katsuki began to undress, you following him as he started the water, adding in a few drops of your newest favorite scented oil. Katsuki wasn't usually a fan of oils, making him smell all sweet since he was a big-tough-guy. But, he had let it slip once that he really didn't mind them because when he used them, he smelt like you. Eijirou always loved your oils, even if he didn't use them. He liked talking to you about the smells and effects they have- since he liked seeing you get all excited of a new scent or brand.

The tub was big enough to fit all three of you somehow comfortably. Sitting between the two of them, both of their arms were laying across the tub's edge and behind your shoulders. Just like during dinner, conversation flowed so naturally. Even when it did die down and get quiet, you just watched the oil swirl in the bathwater and basked in the peace.

But of course, you couldn't stay in the tub forever. When you all got out, you were all pruned up on your fingertips and toes. Eijirou wrapped you up in a giant red towel.

"You're like a little, red sushi roll," he told you as you just rolled your eyes.

Once everyone was dressed again, clean and relaxed, you three went back to the living room and sat on the couch. The TV you all had wasn't set up yet, still just sitting on the floor. It'd have to be something for tomorrow though since no one wanted to bother with it.

Instead, Eijirou suggested drinking the liquor Kaminari gave him and since you were already home and ready for the night, you agreed easily.

-x-x-x-

You're not sure what Kaminari was thinking, buying you guys hard liquor especially since Eijirou was able to somehow down the potent liquid shot after shot without so much as flinching.

While you and Katsuki were drinking by mixing with sodas or other flavors or just taking it easy, Eijirou was just straight balling it. Attractive in a way, but also not so great when he was 6 shots in and already drowsy.

Eijirou wasn't a hard drunk to deal with, not like Katsuki, but he was sleepy. In that way, it was almost more irritating than a stumbling, emotional blond. He would just pass out at any time and it was like when he did, gravity decided to push down on his body because he felt impossible to move.

Quite literally feeling as heavy as a boulder.

You always knew when it was going to happen because he'd get all sing-song like, drawling out words like any typical drunk, and gushing about his partners. He'd flop over you or Katsuki or cling to you both as a last resort to stay standing should he pass out standing up. You thought of it as his brain's last ditch effort to avoid injury even while piss-drunk.

You had gotten up to get him a glass of water, to help sober him up a little since he still had to work tomorrow afternoon.

"Get the hell off me you damn drunkard!" You heard Katsuki shout from the kitchen as the water filled the glass and cooled your palm. You chuckled.

"No!" Eijirou whined, no doubt being pushed away, but not deterring from his goal of smothering his boyfriend. Coming back into the living room, you were correct.

Katsuki was holding Eijirou buy his shoulder in one hand and pushing against his chin with his other. His face was flushed, but you couldn't tell if it was from the alcohol or his fluster.

Eijirou was weakly swatting his arms around, trying to grab his boyfriend, but was too weak to actually snag him anywhere to make it count. His face was red like he had a sunburn all from the amount of liquors he's drank. It was rare for him to drink so heavily, so when you agreed to all drink at home, you were shocked to see him down so much so quickly.

Eventually he gave up, flopping forward and onto Katsuki's leg. His arm came to wrap around his thigh. "You smell nice," he cooed while Katsuki just rolled his eyes.

"You damn leech," He sighed before his hand came to rest on Eijirou's red hair that lay flat on his head- devoid of any hair gel.

Moseying over to them, you kneeled in front of Eijirou who lay on the couch sideways. You joined Katsuki's hand on his head and lightly scratched around his ear and if he were a cat he probably would be purring. He cracked his eyes open to see a very blurry you- but you nonetheless.

"Hey, Ei," you cooed as he smiled drunkenly at you. Affectionate and sleepy- that's what Eijirou was when smashed.

"Hello, Sweetcheeks."

"Can you do me a favor?" He hummed, his cheek smooshed up against Katsuki's thigh. "Try and sit up for me so you can drink this." He squinted at the glass you held.

"What is it?"

"Water."

"I don't want to drink it."

"You have to, dumbass," Katsuki scolded, lightly pulling on the tip of his ear, making the redhead whine and weakly kick his legs. "Our girlfriend asked you to do something." Somehow, that sentence had Eijirou sitting up almost immediately.

"You're right!" He shouted, ignoring the spinning room around him and not seeing Katsuki beside him frantic like he was ready to catch him if he fell off the cushion. "I have to! Y/n asked me, if I didn't that wouldn't be very manly, would it?"

He stuck his hand out towards you.

"Water me," he dramatically spoke with a fake, deep voice. You laughed, carefully handing his glass and guiding his hand up to his mouth so he wouldn't spill it all over himself.

Katsuki shook his head as he chuckled, resting his elbow on the couch arm while his curled fingers pushed on his cheek as he leaned to the side to watch.

After he finished drinking, you took the glass and Katsuki took it from you, standing up.

"We should get him to bed," he suggested and you nodded. You watched Eijirou's head start to nod back and forth obviously fighting the pass-out stage of his drunken stupor. Giggling, you stood up, grabbing his hands and placed a kiss on his head.

"Come on, big boy, let's go to the bed."

During your time unpacking boxes in the bedroom, you had dressed the bed in a fitted sheet and threw a few pillows and blankets on the mattress. Ready for bed, Eijirou flopped into bed face first into a pillow. You sat on the mattress edge, petting his hair and marveling at how soft it is. Between him and Katsuki, you weren't sure whose hair was softer.

"That feels good," he spoke into the pillow as he turned his head so his cheek pushed into the plush.

"Good."

When Katsuki came into the room, Eijirou was immediately whining him over as he soon took a seat on the other side of the bed with Eijirou in the middle. You both always had Eijirou in the middle of the bed- or against a wall when it was only him and Katsuki in their old place- when he drank so there was no chance of him falling off.

The lights were turned off and the three of you settled in. Katsuki lay on his side, one of his arms folded under his head and the other on Eijirou's back, rubbing his spine up and down. You mirrored him on the opposite side of Ei as the redhead muttered on and on before finally falling asleep.

"He's going to regret drinking like he's going to war tomorrow," the blond scoffed with a lift to his lips.

"Oh, most definitely."

"Whatever, can't do anything 'bout it now. Go to sleep," he told you. And you were ready to do just that. It was a long, tiring day and there was still a lot of work and unpacking left to do. Rest was in your best interest.

"Good night, Katsuki."

His hand stopped rubbing Eijirou's back and latched onto your hand, lacing your fingers over the small of the red head's spine.

"Yeah, night."

The next morning, Eijirou pushed his pillow over the top of his face as he lay on his back, groaning and moaning about how bright it was and how much his head hurt. Katsuki laughed at him and you gave him medicine for his head.

"I'm gonna punch Kaminari the next time I see him," he whined, voice muffled from the pillow.

"He's not the idiot who drank himself stupid," Katsuki teased, slapping his thigh.

"Shut up." Katsuki laughed louder, Eijirou whined more, and you were just happy that you three were finally together under the same roof.

-x-x-x-

a/n pt.2: i tOLD y'all it was gonna get domestic. so like, how much for like some feedback? bc i would prefer words/reblogs over likes pls. pls tell me how this was- i will shake an empty tin can for words like coins at you.

[vale-writes]

Weighted Blanket

my autistic!bakugo x autistic!kirishima fic i posted here. (kudos/reblogs are appreciated!) in this, bakugo and kirishima realize they have a lot more in common than they thought.

DISCLAIMER: this is just MY experience with my autism. ASD is a SPECTRUM. please do not read this and assume every autistic person acts the same as in this random krbk fic for the love of god. this is a fluff fic, so i’m not showing all the sides of my autism. i’m proud of my disability, but this is not my full experience. with that in mind, enjoy!!

1.5k~ words

tags: FLUFF!!!, positive autistic rep, kiribaku, confessions

“I’m going to kill you, Sparky,” Bakugo growled as he ripped his plate of food out of Kaminari’s hands. He’d been messing with Bakugo for the past 10 minutes, and he was quickly losing his patience. 

“Aww, Bakugo, can’t keep your cool? I’m just teasing you,” he said in a sing-songy voice, taunting Bakugo. Kaminari reached over for his plate again, but before he could reach it, Bakugo grabbed his wrist and created a small explosion. Not enough to actually hurt him, but enough that Kaminari would get the message.

“Ow! What the fuck, dude?!” he yelped, rubbing his wrist. “I was just messing around, chill.”

“Well you’re not fucking funny. Piss off.” Bakugo grabbed his plate and stormed off to his room. He could hear the others in the common room talking, most likely about him. He scowled and slammed the door behind him.

It was like he was constantly walking on a tightrope. Any little thing could tick him off. He was already dealing with the feeling of the uniform on his skin, the sounds of his classmates in the room, his teachers’ constant speaking, the bright lights that covered the school, and a million other things that nobody else seemed to care about. Bakugo didn’t want to blow up at people, it just seemed like they always came around him at the worst possible time. Which apparently was all the time. 

Except for when he was in his room. It was the only time he could block the world out and just be in his own space. Bakugo put on his headphones and started his homework. He loved throwing himself into his work, especially with math. Each problem had one answer. A logical answer. He liked following the formulas and being right every single time. The sounds of his pencil quietly scratching along his paper soothed him. He let out a deep sigh. He was finally able to relax. That was until he heard a faint knock on his closed door. 

He growled and snapped from his desk, “What the fuck do you want?”

“Hey man! It’s Kirishima. Can you uh.. Open the door?” the familiar voice of his best friend made his muscles relax.

“Just come in,” Bakugo said as he turned back around to his homework. The door slowly opened and Kirishima walked in with his backpack. Bakugo started tapping his pencil on the table slowly. Kirishima sat down on the floor and smiled at him.

“Excited to see me, huh?” he teased.

“How the fuck did you know?” Bakugo raised an eyebrow at him in surprise.

“You always tap something when you’re happy. I see you bounce your leg when you get a good grade, you knock on your leg when you win a fight, and,” he took out his own pencil and tapped it on the floor. “You do that whenever you see me.” Bakugo looked back at his math work.

“You’re just the only person I can tolerate. Don’t let it get to your head,” he grumbled, but kept tapping his pencil. He heard Kirishima chuckle softly. Bakugo wasn’t lying when he said that. For some reason he was the only person he liked. There was just something about him that put Bakugo at ease. They weren’t similar at all, at least on the surface, but Kirishima seemed to understand him in a way nobody else could. He knew when to back off, when Bakugo was overwhelmed, and all the little things about him that nobody else noticed. Everyone usually thought that Bakugo was some loud, cocky, asshole, but somehow Kirishima was able to see who he really was.

“Why are you here?” Bakugo said bluntly. Kirishima didn’t seem to mind, though.

“Just wanted to check in with you. I uh.. Heard what happened in the kitchen,” he played with the hem of his shirt. Bakugo stopped tapping on the desk.

“What about it? He was being annoying. I’d already told him to stop. Not my fault he doesn’t know how to fucking listen,” he snapped.

“Oh, I know,” Kirishima laughed. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I know stuff like that can get you ticked off for the rest of the day. Same thing happens to me. Usually it’s when people are being loud, though. And don’t even get me started on crowds! Way too much stuff happening at once. I usually have to, like, hide in the bathroom or something-”

“Because it’s too overwhelming? And everyone’s expecting you to talk and know how to socialize with random people?” Bakugo interrupted, his words quick. He leaned forward in his seat, not looking directly at Kirishima.

“Y-yeah, how’d you know?” Kirishima blinked in surprise. 

“Because the same exact thing happens to me. Why do you think I’m locked away in my room right now?” Bakugo laughed. “Since when has this been happening to you? You’ve never said anything about it.”

“I used to talk about it, but everyone looked at me like I was crazy,” he replied with a shrug. “I felt like you’d get it, though.”

Bakugo nodded and returned to his work. He could see Kirishima on his phone out of the corner of his eye. He tried not to, but he kept ending up staring at him. Every time he looked at him, he felt this weird feeling in his chest and stomach. It was like every bone in his body wanted to run away but also run at him at the same time. All he knew was that he wanted Kirishima to stick around. 

“Blasty?” 

Bakugo blinked and was greeted by Kirishima’s face inches away from his and his hand waving in his face. He jumped back a little.

“Uh- what?” he asked, trying to regain his composure.

“You were kinda zoned out and staring at me. You okay, dude?” Kirishima gave his signature toothy smile. Bakugo noticed that he didn’t really back up.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he hesitated. “Well- I’m not, but it’s not bad, it’s just weird.”

“What is it?” Kirishima rested his hands on the arms of the chair, while also making sure to give Bakugo some space.

“It’s just- well- Okay fuck it. You’re really pretty and I can’t stop staring at you, and you also make me feel really weird, and I actually want to be around you,” the words started spilling out of his mouth before he could think. “Is this what “liking” someone is like? Like- like a crush?” Bakugo looked at the wall behind Kirishima. He could just barely see Kirishima’s face turn bright red.

“Y’know, I’m actually really glad you’re so blunt about things,” he paused. “Because I’ve been thinking the same thing.”

“You.. have?” Bakugo’s fingers slowly inched towards Kirishima’s. He got the hint and took his hands into his.

“Yeah. I have,” he said, leaning in a little closer. “I just don’t think I really had the words for it.” His words wrapped around Bakugo like a warm blanket.

“..Can I kiss you?” Bakugo said softly, almost whispering. He held Kirishima’s cheek while their foreheads rested against each other’s. The blonde’s scarlet eyes flicked between Kirishima’s eyes and lips. Bakugo could feel the heat from his red face on his hand. 

“Yes. Please,” Kirishima said breathlessly. Bakugo leaned in and kissed him softly. Neither of them knew what they were doing, but they tried their best. Kirishima could feel Bakugo smiling against his lips. He gently ran his fingers through his blonde hair and traced over his headphones. Suddenly, he felt fingers digging into his arms. The grip Bakugo had on him made him burst out laughing.

“What is it? What happened? Did I do something-” he let go immediately and stepped back, his eyes wide and his face red with embarrassment.

“It’s nothing, I promise. It’s just the way you’re grabbing me,” Kirishima covered his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m not gonna run away, Blasty.”

“Tch. Fine. I won’t kiss you then,” he grumbled as he sat back down in his chair and picked up his pencil.

“Nooo, c’mon, it was just cute!” Kirishima whined.

“Go do your homework. You can come back later, I need to focus. Don’t come back until you’re actually done, I know you like to get out of it by annoying me,” Bakugo said as he waved him off.

“Fine, fine, I’ll be back later then, babe,” he giggled and kissed Bakugo’s cheek before leaving and closing the door behind him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just get going,” Bakugo said while trying to hide his blushing face.

The last thing Kirishima heard before walking out the door was the sound of a pencil tapping against the desk.