#i definitely went overboard w this one too slkdjgkjf

[eijiroukiriot]

#8 kiribaku? :D

8. ...in secrecy

In Katsuki’s mind, most things are black and white. Easily reducible to a single snap judgement. All Might was the best hero because he never lost. Those Class B losers are the worst because they think it’s Katsuki’s fault that he’s better than them. The dorms are great because Kirishima is there. 

The dorms are the absolute worst, because the rest of the idiots in their class never leave them alone. 

“I’m telling you, I’m taking back my crown tonight. I’ve got a new technique,” Katsuki hears Kaminari say. He can’t even stand to walk as a part of the group anymore, so he keeps pace five steps ahead of them. You’d think that after a month of living together, Kaminari and Sero would pick up on what a bad idea it is to block off not only every Friday, but every Saturday and Sunday, too, as “friend time”. Game nights and movies and choking down Kaminari’s shitty modded ramen. They still haven’t fully earned friend status in Katsuki’s book, but Kirishima never says no when it’s Soy Sauce and Dunce Face, and Katsuki isn’t just gonna hand his boyfriend over to a couple of losers for all the time they could’ve been spending together. 

So, game night it is. 

“You got a new technique since last night?” Sero shoots back. He’s probably elbowing Kirishima to egg him into joining - no, Katsuki knows he is. He’s not gonna turn to look. The sooner he gets to the elevator, the sooner they’re down in the common room, the sooner those two drive themselves into a one-on-one death match and Katsuki can ignore him in favor of Kirishima on the couch. 

But as Katsuki’s finger hits the down button, Kirishima says, “Wait, Bakugou,” and that’s the one voice that can get him to turn. 

Kirishima’s stopped in front of his door, hand on the doorknob. “I’ve gotta give you back your chem notes, right?” 

He’s looking at Katsuki with the same certain smile as usual. 

Katsuki glances at Kaminari’s confused face, then back at him, and says, “Right.” 

With a nod in Katsuki’s direction, he ushers him towards the door, and points the grin at Kaminari and Sero - a don’t worry about it that could break down any skeptic. “We’ll catch up to you guys in a sec.” 

There’s definitely the beginnings of a typical clueless what? why don’t we just come in? on Kaminari’s face, but before it can make its way out, the elevator dings. “Okay, but be fast. I wanna get my Smash on.” 

“What, you’re in that much of a hurry to lose?” Sero says, stepping in behind him. Before he presses the ground floor button, he waves.  

Kaminari’s groans of protest echo all the way down the hall. Kirishima stays perched in the doorframe, like a sailor waving to a departing boat, until the door’s completely shut - and then, in one swift motion, pulls his own door shut and clicks the lock behind him. 

“You don’t have my chem notes,” Katsuki says. 

“We gotta tell them Friday is date night,” Kirishima blurts, before Katsuki’s done speaking. He breaks out so much air with it that his wound-up shoulders drop three inches. 

This is the first time they’ve been alone all day, and Kirishima had to break his men don’t tell lies code to make it happen. It pulls a laugh out of Katsuki, which he covers with a, “Fucking finally.” 

“You know I love those guys, but I wanna have some alone time, too.” 

Too, as in he had noticed Katsuki wanted to get away from those idiots, and broke his men don’t tell lies code to make it happen for him. “So tell them.” 

“Yeah.” Kirishima looks set on the decision, but he’s still pressed up against the door. 

“Shouldn’t we go down there,” Katsuki asks. If this coming Friday will be just for them, he doesn’t mind pushing Kaminari off a video game stage for an hour tonight.  

“Yeah, but,” Kirishima says, and then pauses. He showered before they met up, so his hair’s hanging down around his face, and curling up a little as it dries. It hides his ears, but there’s a little bit of red peeking into his cheeks. 

His face breaks into a little half smile. “I really want to kiss you right now.” 

They’ve only kissed four times so far - Katsuki’s counted - and this is the first time they’ve been alone all day and Kirishima had to break his men don’t tell lies code to make it happen because he wanted to kiss him. 

God dammit, Katsuki should’ve told them to get lost himself. 

His own cheeks are definitely heating up, so before Kirishima catches on, he grabs the collar of his shirt, which he stole from Katsuki a few days ago, and pushes his lips against his. It’s not graceful, but fuck graceful - “watch how much force you use” sounds like advice one of the girls in their class would try to give him without his asking. As soon as he realizes what’s going on, Kirishima starts pushing back, too; it’s hard, but there’s no bumping, or awkward collision of teeth. The thought sends a rush through his body that makes it feel like he’ll fly straight off the ground - they’re definitely getting better at this. 

“Hang on,” Kirishima breathes, pulling away just long enough to move them over to the edge of his bed. The way he sits, one of his legs is over Katsuki’s and one of Katsuki’s is over his; it’s an uncoordinated landing, but the hand that cups Katsuki’s face is gentle, and when Kirishima leans into him again, it’s to leave three soft kisses on his face - the side of his nose, the inside of his cheek, the corner of his mouth. 

“That’s,” Katsuki says. He doesn’t really know what he’s going to say next. His throat feels dry, and Kirishima’s looking at him with the warmest eyes in the world like he’s the only person he wants to see. 

Needless to say, it takes them a few minutes to get downstairs.