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KrBk au where Kiri and Baku have a joint workout playlist and maybe one of them gets bold and starts adding love songs on it, hoping the other might take the hint that they like them.
The gym isn't exactly the most romantic place, what with the sweaty bodies and unmanly grunting and the constant stank, but if Kirishima was being honest with himself, it's where he fell in love anyway.
At least, that's what he is calling the feelings he has for the blonde currently running on the treadmill next to him.
Because in truth, he doesn't know how else to describe the sick way his stomach drops when he sees him, or how to stop himself from smiling like an idiot
Because in truth, he doesn't know how else to describe the sick way his stomach drops when he sees him, or how to stop himself from smiling like an idiot
everytime Bakugo so much as breathes around him. He's had crushes on other boys, but not like this, never like this.
"Oi, shitty hair," Bakugo huffs, popping out one of his ear buds. "Is there something on me?"
"No," Kirishima huffs back, turning down the incline on his own
"Oi, shitty hair," Bakugo huffs, popping out one of his ear buds. "Is there something on me?"
"No," Kirishima huffs back, turning down the incline on his own
treadmill. "Why, what's up?"
"You're fuckin' staring at me."
Shit.
He can't deny it, he really /was/ staring at him. He's always stating at him truthfully, but usually he's a little better at hiding it.
"Sorry," he mutters, trying to focus back on his workout.
"You're fuckin' staring at me."
Shit.
He can't deny it, he really /was/ staring at him. He's always stating at him truthfully, but usually he's a little better at hiding it.
"Sorry," he mutters, trying to focus back on his workout.
He tries not to read too much into the small smile Bakugo gives him before slipping his ear bud back in.
But he'd be a liar of he didn't acknowledge the flutter in his heart at the sight of it though.
He shakes his head, trying to get rid of the image and ups the speed.
But he'd be a liar of he didn't acknowledge the flutter in his heart at the sight of it though.
He shakes his head, trying to get rid of the image and ups the speed.
Running always seems to help calm him down. If anything, he at least gets to blame his fast beating heart on something else besides his cute best friend.
He peeks at him, trying to be slick about it, only to meet Bakugo's eyes.
He peeks at him, trying to be slick about it, only to meet Bakugo's eyes.
"Fuckin' creep," he laughs, throwing his towel in his face.
He doesn't care what name he's being called because it doesn't matter right now.
Bakugo was staring at him too.
And something about that had hope blossoming in his chest.
He doesn't care what name he's being called because it doesn't matter right now.
Bakugo was staring at him too.
And something about that had hope blossoming in his chest.
When they hit the showers, Kirishima is deep in thought. His mind as tangled as his hair he's scrubbing with shampoo.
He /needs/ to find a way to tell Bakugo how into him he is. One that won't ruin their friendship if he wasn't interested in changing anything.
He /needs/ to find a way to tell Bakugo how into him he is. One that won't ruin their friendship if he wasn't interested in changing anything.
Maybe it isn't very manly of him to try and be sneaky, but hell, Bakugo was his best friend and he didn't want to lose him.
There /has/ to be a way to feel out the situation without being too direct.
He isn't sure what that is yet, but he is a damn man and men get shit done.
There /has/ to be a way to feel out the situation without being too direct.
He isn't sure what that is yet, but he is a damn man and men get shit done.
Just as he's finishing changing, Bakugo joins him at the lockers. Kirishima has to bite his lip hard to keep himself from professing his love right then and there.
He just looks /so/ good.
His usually spikey blond hair is a wet, slightly wavy mess on his head.
He just looks /so/ good.
His usually spikey blond hair is a wet, slightly wavy mess on his head.
Sprinkles of water are still beaded on his chest, sparkling on him when the light reflects just right. One of the drops descends down, rolling off of his abs before disappearing. His towel is slung deliciously low, low enough that Kirishima can see the deep dip of his hips.
The slamming of a locker breaks his stare, pulling him out of his trace. When he looks back at Bakugo, he's grinning.
He knows he's caught him staring again.
"Get a good look, pervert?" He asks, his tone teasing.
"Not really, towels in the way," he quips back.
He knows he's caught him staring again.
"Get a good look, pervert?" He asks, his tone teasing.
"Not really, towels in the way," he quips back.
Wait.
Holy shit did he just say that out loud?
FUUUU-
Luckily Bakugo just laughs loud, and shakes his head at him.
Yeah, he can't /do/ this anymore. He needs to find out a slick way to tell him and he needs to do it soon.
Holy shit did he just say that out loud?
FUUUU-
Luckily Bakugo just laughs loud, and shakes his head at him.
Yeah, he can't /do/ this anymore. He needs to find out a slick way to tell him and he needs to do it soon.
Because sometimes, sometimes it seems like Bakugo might like him back. And if he's got a chance in hell with him, he needs to know before he explodes.
To stop himself from really being a pervert, he grabs his stuff and tells Bakugo he'll meet him in the car.
To stop himself from really being a pervert, he grabs his stuff and tells Bakugo he'll meet him in the car.
Once in the car, tucked behind the drivers seat, Kirishima softly bangs his head against the head rest, trying to rattle a solution out of his brain.
He doesn't know how long he sits there, looking like a psychopath but long enough that when Bakugo finally joins him, sliding
He doesn't know how long he sits there, looking like a psychopath but long enough that when Bakugo finally joins him, sliding
into the passenger seat, he reaches over and fists his wet hair.
"I thought you were having a seizure. Knock that shit off," he says, giving his head a shake before shoving it back against the rest.
But all Kirishima can focus on was the hands in his hair and how much he
"I thought you were having a seizure. Knock that shit off," he says, giving his head a shake before shoving it back against the rest.
But all Kirishima can focus on was the hands in his hair and how much he
wants to feel the fingers against his scalp again.
He forces out a laugh, to break the silence, to get Bakugo to maybe stop staring at him like he's an idiot.
"I'm good bro, don't worry," he says.
"I wasn't," he huffed, looking down at his phone, his fingers tapping.
He forces out a laugh, to break the silence, to get Bakugo to maybe stop staring at him like he's an idiot.
"I'm good bro, don't worry," he says.
"I wasn't," he huffed, looking down at his phone, his fingers tapping.
Out of habit, Kirishima hands him the aux cord.
Bakugo grabs it, and plugs it into his phone, making the car speakers crackle as he openings up his streaming app.
"What do you want to listen to?"
"I don't care really, just put on our playlist I guess."
Bakugo grabs it, and plugs it into his phone, making the car speakers crackle as he openings up his streaming app.
"What do you want to listen to?"
"I don't care really, just put on our playlist I guess."
Bakugo grunts in reply, tapping on his phone before a familiar song plays through the speakers.
He's pulling out on to the main street when the idea hits him like a ton of bricks.
Oh.
OH.
His hands grip the wheel tight, his foot automatically slamming on the breaks.
He's pulling out on to the main street when the idea hits him like a ton of bricks.
Oh.
OH.
His hands grip the wheel tight, his foot automatically slamming on the breaks.
Bakugo's slams back into his seat, his breath coming out in a quick gasp.
"What the fuck??" He spits, eyes looking around out past the windshield frantically.
"Sorry," Kirishima mutters, "Thought a car was coming."
"Idiot," he sighs, leaning back into his seat.
"What the fuck??" He spits, eyes looking around out past the windshield frantically.
"Sorry," Kirishima mutters, "Thought a car was coming."
"Idiot," he sighs, leaning back into his seat.
Kirishima nods.
He really /was/ an idiot. The solution to his problem has been right in his pocket the entire time and he never realized it until just now. The perfect way to be direct yet subtle, the perfect way to tell his bro he's in love with him without having to /say/ it.
He really /was/ an idiot. The solution to his problem has been right in his pocket the entire time and he never realized it until just now. The perfect way to be direct yet subtle, the perfect way to tell his bro he's in love with him without having to /say/ it.
The playlist.
They've had it for months now. A shared playlist on Spotify where they can each add songs to it. They made it back when Bakugo grumbled that he liked some of the songs Kirishima was playing, and he was only too happy to share.
They've had it for months now. A shared playlist on Spotify where they can each add songs to it. They made it back when Bakugo grumbled that he liked some of the songs Kirishima was playing, and he was only too happy to share.
When Bakugo deemed Kirishima wasn't musically educated enough, Bakugo started sending him songs. Finally, the playlist was created to appease both of them.
As he drove them back to their apartment complex, his mind was busy trying to think of the perfect songs to add.
As he drove them back to their apartment complex, his mind was busy trying to think of the perfect songs to add.
"Don't hurt yourself," Bakugo muttered.
"Huh?"
Bakugo rolls his eyes before reaching out and rubbing his finger against the furrowed lines in between Kirishima's eyebrows.
"You're thinking hard about some shit, I can tell," he says in a gruff voice.
"Huh?"
Bakugo rolls his eyes before reaching out and rubbing his finger against the furrowed lines in between Kirishima's eyebrows.
"You're thinking hard about some shit, I can tell," he says in a gruff voice.
"And you know you've got that baby brain. Don't wanna overwork it," he finishes with a smirk.
God, he was so fucking in love with him.
"Shut up," he says, unable to hide the smile on his face.
Sure he called him stupid, but he also touched him. Again.
God, he was so fucking in love with him.
"Shut up," he says, unable to hide the smile on his face.
Sure he called him stupid, but he also touched him. Again.
He needed to think of songs to add and he needed to do it fast.
When Kirishima wakes up the next morning, it isn't due to his alarm, it's due to the insistent pounding on his front door.
He tries to call out to the person, or possible giant based on the noise, but his voice is too sleep dried, too quiet.
He tries to call out to the person, or possible giant based on the noise, but his voice is too sleep dried, too quiet.
When he answers the door, he's slightly out of breath, and very shocked at seeing a wide eyed blushing Bakugo.
"The fuck are you clothes shitty hair?" He chokes out, thrusting a cup into Kirishima's hand.
Kirishima takes what he forces him too, and glances down at himself.
"The fuck are you clothes shitty hair?" He chokes out, thrusting a cup into Kirishima's hand.
Kirishima takes what he forces him too, and glances down at himself.
Holy shit.
He's practically naked.
He's just wearing boxers.
It's also morning.
Very early in the morning and the first thing he saw was Bakugo... Bakugo blushing at him on top of it.
He moves the cup lower, trying to be inconspicuous.
"You gonna fucking let me in?"
He's practically naked.
He's just wearing boxers.
It's also morning.
Very early in the morning and the first thing he saw was Bakugo... Bakugo blushing at him on top of it.
He moves the cup lower, trying to be inconspicuous.
"You gonna fucking let me in?"
Right.
He moves to open the door, letting Bakugo stomp his way inside. When he shuts the door behind him, Bakugo immediately turns on him, scrutinizing his face.
Fuck he's close. Too close.
"W-h-what?" Kirishima manages to squeak out.
"You sick or something?"
He moves to open the door, letting Bakugo stomp his way inside. When he shuts the door behind him, Bakugo immediately turns on him, scrutinizing his face.
Fuck he's close. Too close.
"W-h-what?" Kirishima manages to squeak out.
"You sick or something?"
His hand dashes out quick, presses his palm up against Kirishima's forehead.
God, he's only wearing boxers and he needs to calm the hell down.
He grabs Bakugo's wrists, and pulls his hand off his forehead.
"No, why would you think so?" Kirishima asks, genuinely puzzled.
God, he's only wearing boxers and he needs to calm the hell down.
He grabs Bakugo's wrists, and pulls his hand off his forehead.
"No, why would you think so?" Kirishima asks, genuinely puzzled.
Bakugo shrugs, his breath coming out in a small rush.
"You didn't meet me outside my place, and you didn't answer your phone. So I thought you might be, I dunno."
The blush on his face was returning.
Oh my God, he was worried about him.
"You didn't meet me outside my place, and you didn't answer your phone. So I thought you might be, I dunno."
The blush on his face was returning.
Oh my God, he was worried about him.
And he still hadn't moved his hand out of Kirishima's grip.
Did he die in his sleep and not realize?
"What time is it?"
Bakugo finally shakes his hand out of Kirishima's grasp much to his disappoinment to look at his watch.
"Almost 2 in the afternoon, you lazy bum."
Did he die in his sleep and not realize?
"What time is it?"
Bakugo finally shakes his hand out of Kirishima's grasp much to his disappoinment to look at his watch.
"Almost 2 in the afternoon, you lazy bum."
What the hell?
How did he sleep in this late?
He blanches, suddenly remembering his late night activity. The one that had him staying up until God knows what time adding hopefully the perfect songs to make the blonde boy in front of him realize his love for him.
How did he sleep in this late?
He blanches, suddenly remembering his late night activity. The one that had him staying up until God knows what time adding hopefully the perfect songs to make the blonde boy in front of him realize his love for him.
"Ah, sorry, man," he mutters, his hand automatically reaching up to rub nervously along the back of his neck.
Bakugo eyes the movement then suddenly coughs, his eyes adverting to the cup he's holding in his own hand.
Oh shit.
He forgot how little he was wearing.
Bakugo eyes the movement then suddenly coughs, his eyes adverting to the cup he's holding in his own hand.
Oh shit.
He forgot how little he was wearing.
Wait... Did Bakugo just check him out?
The thought has his pulse racing and his smile turn panicked.
"I'll uh.. I'll get dressed. Give me a second." He goes to turn to leave when Bakugo pulls his arm.
"Aren't you going to drink the shake I brought you?"
Huh?
The thought has his pulse racing and his smile turn panicked.
"I'll uh.. I'll get dressed. Give me a second." He goes to turn to leave when Bakugo pulls his arm.
"Aren't you going to drink the shake I brought you?"
Huh?
Bakugo taps his own cup against Kirishima's.
"I put extra vitamins in yours too, since I thought you were sick and not just some lazy asshole. Drink it before it gets hot," he says, trying to sound demanding.
But it's too late.
Kirishima can already hear it in his tone.
"I put extra vitamins in yours too, since I thought you were sick and not just some lazy asshole. Drink it before it gets hot," he says, trying to sound demanding.
But it's too late.
Kirishima can already hear it in his tone.
He can hear the care for him in his voice and it makes his heart swell and he smiles stupidly at him before taking a huge gulp of whatever Bakugo made him.
He doesn't care when he chokes from swallowing wrong, or that it tastes like something absolutely foul.
He doesn't care when he chokes from swallowing wrong, or that it tastes like something absolutely foul.
Bakugo was worried about him. Worried enough that he called, that he showed up when he didn't answer and also brought him an extra healthy drink, even if it was disgusting.
"Thank you," he says, smiling huge as he forced himself to take another swallow of the vile smoothie.
"Thank you," he says, smiling huge as he forced himself to take another swallow of the vile smoothie.
"Shut up, sap," he grumbled into his own drink. But Kirishima could see the tips of his ears turning red and he knew that he was at least a little pleased.
His mind played back to the songs he chose, and hoped as hard as he could that his plan would work.
His mind played back to the songs he chose, and hoped as hard as he could that his plan would work.
After chugging his drink with as much fake enthusiasm as he could muster, he slammed the cup down on the counter, silently praying none of it would come back up.
"Alright," he announced, "let me get dressed as we can go work out."
Bakugo eyed him over the rim of his cup.
"Alright," he announced, "let me get dressed as we can go work out."
Bakugo eyed him over the rim of his cup.
"Or, you could just stay like that?"
Kirishima dropped Bakugo's cup he was washing, the sound clanging loudly in the sink.
"...huh?" He breathed out.
He held his breath, hoping that maybe this was his confession. His admittance to liking Kirishima, or at least his body.
Kirishima dropped Bakugo's cup he was washing, the sound clanging loudly in the sink.
"...huh?" He breathed out.
He held his breath, hoping that maybe this was his confession. His admittance to liking Kirishima, or at least his body.
God, even if he just wanted him for his body he think he's whipped enough to take it.
And man, he would take it.
He shivered at the thought, despite hanging on for Bakugo's answer.
Bakugo sips at drink, and even though his eyes narrowed like he was about to say something
And man, he would take it.
He shivered at the thought, despite hanging on for Bakugo's answer.
Bakugo sips at drink, and even though his eyes narrowed like he was about to say something
rude, even he couldn't deny the shade of scarlet that dusted across his cheeks.
"Yeah, just stay like that. It'll be good. Think of all the children who will be be traumatized."
Kirishima scowled.
"Whatever, let me go get dressed if I'm that ugly to you," he muttered.
"Yeah, just stay like that. It'll be good. Think of all the children who will be be traumatized."
Kirishima scowled.
"Whatever, let me go get dressed if I'm that ugly to you," he muttered.
Just as he makes his way around the counter, heading toward his room, in a voice so low he'd surely miss if he wasn't so tuned into the rude as fuck blonde in his living room, Bakugo says, "I definitely don't think you're ugly."
Kirishima wants to say something, but Bakugo is
Kirishima wants to say something, but Bakugo is
staring pointedly at the floor, avoiding eye contact. His face nearly the same shade of red as Kirishima's hair, and it takes everything in him not to grab him and kiss him stupid.
He smiles softly at him, unseen of course, but he thinks maybe he can feel it because
He smiles softly at him, unseen of course, but he thinks maybe he can feel it because
the corners of Bakugo's mouth seem to turn up slightly.
He walks down the hall, trying hard not to fist pump into the air.
He doesn't think he's ugly.
Sure it wasn't a confession, but... If Bakugo doesn't think he's ugly, that's gotta count for something.
He walks down the hall, trying hard not to fist pump into the air.
He doesn't think he's ugly.
Sure it wasn't a confession, but... If Bakugo doesn't think he's ugly, that's gotta count for something.
He gets dressed quickly, and before he heads out, he makes sure to grab his portable Bluetooth speakers off of his dresser.
He looks at himself in the mirror, giving himself a determined nod.
He can do this.
He looks at himself in the mirror, giving himself a determined nod.
He can do this.
He heads down the hall, his stomach either flipping from nerves or the gross concoction Bakugo made him drink, he isn't sure.
He finds Bakugo on his couch, running his hands through his hair, making his already messy spikes somehow ever more wilder.
He finds Bakugo on his couch, running his hands through his hair, making his already messy spikes somehow ever more wilder.
Kirishima wants to be the one to mess his hair up. He hopes that maybe after today, he'll let him.
Bakugo looks up at him, and even though he looked about a nervous as Kirishima feels a second ago, his mouth falls into his favorite smirk.
He caught him staring again.
Bakugo looks up at him, and even though he looked about a nervous as Kirishima feels a second ago, his mouth falls into his favorite smirk.
He caught him staring again.
"Nice view, perv?"
Kirishima shrugs, "I've seen better."
The scowl on Bakugo's face immediately makes him laugh. And when Bakugo rolls his eyes at him, mumbling a quick "Whatever," he laughs even harder.
He's so cute when he pouts.
Kirishima shrugs, "I've seen better."
The scowl on Bakugo's face immediately makes him laugh. And when Bakugo rolls his eyes at him, mumbling a quick "Whatever," he laughs even harder.
He's so cute when he pouts.
Kirishima makes to grab for his keys on the counter, "You ready to hit the gym?"
Bakugo fidgets, twisting his fingers into each other, a sign that he's nervous about something.
"You good br-"
"I didn't bring any of my shit. I thought... I thought you were sick.."
Bakugo fidgets, twisting his fingers into each other, a sign that he's nervous about something.
"You good br-"
"I didn't bring any of my shit. I thought... I thought you were sick.."
Oh.
OH.
Holy Hell.
He /really/ did just come over here to check on him and bring him that gross ass drink. He has to stop himself from clutching at his now rapidly beating heart. How was this boy so freaking cute?
"Yeah...so, d'ya just wanna maybe work out here? Otherwise
OH.
Holy Hell.
He /really/ did just come over here to check on him and bring him that gross ass drink. He has to stop himself from clutching at his now rapidly beating heart. How was this boy so freaking cute?
"Yeah...so, d'ya just wanna maybe work out here? Otherwise
I'll have to go and grab my stuff from my place."
Kirishima thinks for a second. He means the gym here in their apartment complex. It's pretty outdated, but it's also usually empty and the place where he met Bakugo in the first place.
The perfect place to try out his plan.
Kirishima thinks for a second. He means the gym here in their apartment complex. It's pretty outdated, but it's also usually empty and the place where he met Bakugo in the first place.
The perfect place to try out his plan.
"Yeah, sounds good."
Bakugo gets up off the couch, ready to follow Kirishima out the door.
As Kirishima let's Bakugo go ahead of him, he takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He pushes the key into his door, locking it behind him.
Bakugo gets up off the couch, ready to follow Kirishima out the door.
As Kirishima let's Bakugo go ahead of him, he takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He pushes the key into his door, locking it behind him.
He stares at Bakugo's back walking a few feet ahead of him, and with his eyes on his prize he nods once to himself, much like in his bedroom.
It's time man up.
He's ready.
It's time man up.
He's ready.
They arrive at the small gym with it's meager selection and outdated equipment and Bakugo immediately sighs heavy.
"Forgot how shitty this place was," he grunts.
"Yeah, but it's where we met," Kirishima says, cheery as he can, even though he's so nervous he wants to throw up.
"Forgot how shitty this place was," he grunts.
"Yeah, but it's where we met," Kirishima says, cheery as he can, even though he's so nervous he wants to throw up.
He clicks his tongue against his teeth, "Tch. Fine. I guess. Still shitty though."
Kirishima goes over to a small cubby area and places his keys inside, and sets his speakers up on top of it.
"Sorry we couldn't have met somewhere more glamorous," he jokes.
Kirishima goes over to a small cubby area and places his keys inside, and sets his speakers up on top of it.
"Sorry we couldn't have met somewhere more glamorous," he jokes.
"Don't care where I met you shitty hair," he groans, stretching his arms high above his head before bringing them down to touch the ground next to his feet, "just glad that I did."
Kirishima swallows hard.
"W-what did you say?" He asks, voice shaking embarrassingly.
Kirishima swallows hard.
"W-what did you say?" He asks, voice shaking embarrassingly.
Bakugo looks away, his cheeks turning a dark pink.
"Nothing, I didn't say anything."
He turns his back on him, suddenly becoming very interested in the outdated scale on the far side of the room.
Kirishima heard him right, he was certain.
"Nothing, I didn't say anything."
He turns his back on him, suddenly becoming very interested in the outdated scale on the far side of the room.
Kirishima heard him right, he was certain.
Certain enough that he pulls up their new workout playlist.
"Hey," he calls out, "I added a few new songs to our playlist. Hope that's cool with you."
"Whatever, shitty hair."
With only slightly trembling fingers, he hits the green play button.
"Hey," he calls out, "I added a few new songs to our playlist. Hope that's cool with you."
"Whatever, shitty hair."
With only slightly trembling fingers, he hits the green play button.
His speakers crackle to life and the unmistakable sounds of a synth keyboard is heard.
He swallows, trying to clear the lump in his throat.
God, he really can't look at him. Not yet.
Just as he's grabbing for a free weight, the cheesy 80s lyrics play out.
He swallows, trying to clear the lump in his throat.
God, he really can't look at him. Not yet.
Just as he's grabbing for a free weight, the cheesy 80s lyrics play out.
I see the crystal raindrops fallAnd the beauty of it all
Is when the sun comes shining through
To make those rainbows in my mind
When I think of you sometime
And I wanna spend some time with you
Just the two of us
We can make it if we try
Just the two of us
Behind him, he can hear Bakugo hop off the scale.
He tries not to be hyper aware of his every movement, but he fails. He can /feel/ his eyes on him.
He makes show of pretending to struggle with the weight.
The song playing loud in the quiet of the room.
He tries not to be hyper aware of his every movement, but he fails. He can /feel/ his eyes on him.
He makes show of pretending to struggle with the weight.
The song playing loud in the quiet of the room.
And darling when the morning comesAnd I see the morning sun
I wanna be the one with you
Just the two of us
We can make it if we try
Just the two of us, just
(Just the two of us)
Just the two of us
Building big castles way up high
Just the two of us
You and I
He can /feel/ Bakugo walking behind him, and hell he needs to /look/ at his face, see what his reaction might be.
He turns around, and Bakugo is stepping onto a treadmill, when he feels Kirishima looking at him, he looks up, and their eyes meet.
He turns around, and Bakugo is stepping onto a treadmill, when he feels Kirishima looking at him, he looks up, and their eyes meet.
Bakugo grins at him and without breaking eye contact, starts to whistle loudly to the tune of the song.
Kirishima's grip on his weight slips the second Bakugo starts whistling, letting it fall from his fingers rolling onto the floor.
Bakugo only stops whistling to laugh at him.
Kirishima blushes deep, and scrambles back to pick up the weight.
Bakugo only stops whistling to laugh at him.
Kirishima blushes deep, and scrambles back to pick up the weight.
So far, his reaction isn't...horrible?
He at least seemed to /like/ the song.
It isn't much, but he'll take it.
He at least seemed to /like/ the song.
It isn't much, but he'll take it.
The song dies down and a new one starts.
Kirishima doesn't even pretend to use the weight, he just holds it anxiously, his teeth biting down hard on his bottom lip as he wills his eyes not to look at Bakugo as the first of lyrics sound off through his speakers.
Kirishima doesn't even pretend to use the weight, he just holds it anxiously, his teeth biting down hard on his bottom lip as he wills his eyes not to look at Bakugo as the first of lyrics sound off through his speakers.
We're no strangers to loveYou know the rules and so do I
A full commitments what I'm thinking of
You wouldn't get this from any other guy
Kirishima doesn't have to wonder what Bakugo is thinking.
"Oh! Fuck yeah!" He yells, doing a cute as dick little strut on the treadmill.
This dude is really trying to kill him.
It isn't long before Bakugo is singing the lyrics and adding his own at the top of his lungs.
"Oh! Fuck yeah!" He yells, doing a cute as dick little strut on the treadmill.
This dude is really trying to kill him.
It isn't long before Bakugo is singing the lyrics and adding his own at the top of his lungs.
"Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down! Never gonna run around and desert you, Kirishima! Oi! Never gonna make you cry, Hell nah! Never gonna say goodbye! NOPE! Never gonna tell a lie and hurt yoOOU!"
He's laughing, probably making fun of him, but he doesn't care.
He's laughing, probably making fun of him, but he doesn't care.
Because he's never seen him be this /silly/ this carefree and if it's cheesy songs that are bringing it out of him, Kirishima will spend the rest of his life making this beautiful boy ridiculous sappy playlists.
He just hopes that a part of him is /listening/.
He just hopes that a part of him is /listening/.
That part of him knows this isn't just for fun.
That Kirishima is trying his hardest to say the words his mouth won't form, the words his heart is too scared to say out loud.
And when Bakugo is pointing at him, adding his name to the lyrics, his heart flutters.
That Kirishima is trying his hardest to say the words his mouth won't form, the words his heart is too scared to say out loud.
And when Bakugo is pointing at him, adding his name to the lyrics, his heart flutters.
He allows himself to dream that maybe Bakugo is hoping that Kirishima is listening too.
The song is starting to die out, Bakugo having stopped singing in lieu of actually running on the treadmill.
Kirishima tries to think of what song is supposed to come on next when suddenly Bakugo hits the stop on the machine.
"Hey," he says, slightly out of breath.
Kirishima tries to think of what song is supposed to come on next when suddenly Bakugo hits the stop on the machine.
"Hey," he says, slightly out of breath.
"Can I pick the next song?"
Fuck.
He looks almost shy when he asks, the hint of a smile playing at his lips and Kirishima can't help but give in.
They can always go back to the list later.
"Uh, yeah sure. Here, take my phone." He reaches into his pocket and hands it off.
Fuck.
He looks almost shy when he asks, the hint of a smile playing at his lips and Kirishima can't help but give in.
They can always go back to the list later.
"Uh, yeah sure. Here, take my phone." He reaches into his pocket and hands it off.
Bakugo pauses the song, as he clicks around on his phone searching for whatever.
"Uhm, would you mind spotting me?" He nudges his head towards the one weight bench set.
He looks nervous.
It's making Kirishima kind of nervous too, but he agrees and sets down his weight.
"Uhm, would you mind spotting me?" He nudges his head towards the one weight bench set.
He looks nervous.
It's making Kirishima kind of nervous too, but he agrees and sets down his weight.
He adds some weights to the each end for Bakugo, and just as he's finishing, the blond is sitting down, his bsck to him, Kirishima's phone still in his hand.
Just as he's wondering what song he could possibly want to hear, Bakugo is pressing play, shoving Kirishima's phone into
Just as he's wondering what song he could possibly want to hear, Bakugo is pressing play, shoving Kirishima's phone into
his pocket and laying back on the bench, his fingers brushing against Kirishima's as he reaches for the bar.
The song plays and Kirishima's eyes meets Bakugo's, trying to figure out if it's just a coincidence or if he's trying to tell him something.
The song plays and Kirishima's eyes meets Bakugo's, trying to figure out if it's just a coincidence or if he's trying to tell him something.
God, he hopes it's the second part.
As Bakugo basically holds his hand against the bar, they stare at each other. Time seeming to practically stop and their eyes stare deep into the others.
There's no denying it.
Bakugo /was/ listening.
And now, using someone else's words, he's finally talking to Kirishima.
There's no denying it.
Bakugo /was/ listening.
And now, using someone else's words, he's finally talking to Kirishima.
In the background, REO Speedwagon plays loudly, the sing ringing in both Kirishima's ears and his heart.
Oh, I can't fight this feeling any longerAnd yet I'm still afraid to let it flow
What started out this friendship has grown stronger
I only wish I had the strength to let it show
Kirishima gulps, his grip on the bar tightens and Bakugo presses harder against his fingers.
I tell myself that I can't hold out foreverI said there is no reason for my fear
'Cause I feel so secure when we're together
You give my life direction
You make everything so clear
"B-Baku-" he starts, hesitantly.
Bakugo scowls at him from below.
"Shut the fuck up and just listen."
Bakugo scowls at him from below.
"Shut the fuck up and just listen."
And even as I wanderI'm keeping you in sight
You're a candle in the window
On a cold, dark winter's night
And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might
He stares down at Bakugo, watching the deep blush blossom against his handsome face.
If Bakugo's hands weren't pressing against his in a death grip, he'd already be on him.
If Bakugo's hands weren't pressing against his in a death grip, he'd already be on him.
And I can't fight this feeling anymoreI've forgotten what I started fighting for
It's time to bring this ship into the shore
And throw away the oars, forever
'Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore
And Kirishima can't fight the feeling anymore either.
Holding back is /too/ much.
He rips his hands out from under Bakugo's, ignoring his protest as he does.
He moves to the side of the bench just as Bakugo is scrambling up into a sitting position.
Holding back is /too/ much.
He rips his hands out from under Bakugo's, ignoring his protest as he does.
He moves to the side of the bench just as Bakugo is scrambling up into a sitting position.
He leans down to grip his t-shirt, unsure of his next move but needing to grab into /something./
"Bakugo?" he says, his voice nothing more than unsure breathy question.
The song nearly swallowing up the name.
"Bakugo?" he says, his voice nothing more than unsure breathy question.
The song nearly swallowing up the name.
'Cause I can't fight this feeling anymoreI've forgotten what I started fighting for
And if I have to crawl upon the floor
Come crashing through your door
Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore
"Well, kiss me, dumbass," he says, yet he's the one who grabs Kirishima's shoulders, pulling him down to meet his mouth.
And when they kiss, Kirishima no longer hears the cheesy songs playing through his cheap speakers.
And when they kiss, Kirishima no longer hears the cheesy songs playing through his cheap speakers.
All he can hear now is the soft sighs coming from out of Bakugo smiling mouth, and his heart pounding in his ears, playing him a new song, a sappy romantic song about patience and love and about finally getting the boy.
