A bit of a stupid idea but Kirishima had always thought Bakugou was straight. (I mean he had a girlfriend at some point.)
One night, they had a little too much too drink and the next day, Kirishima wakes up naked in Bakugou's arms, in the blondes bed.

But Bakugou's straight. One drunken accident won't change that.
Maybe with Kirishima's shoulder length hair, Bakugou mistook him for a girl. Maybe Bakugou just likes to have anal sex? Guys can fuck girl asses too?
Yeah, Bakugou just thought he was doing anal with a cute girl.

That was it.
At least that's what Kirishima convinced himself.
He left before Bakugou could wake up and regret what happened.
Kirishima's ass still hurt though...

Kirishima's not sure about himself that day.
Typically he walks around his home shirtless, only a loose pair of shorts hanging off his waist. There he is though, standing accross from a full length mirror, his hands cupping his chest.

His pecs weren't that large right? He works out but they couldn't be big enough to look like a girls tits.
Hesistantly, Kirishima squeezes them, a wanton noise leaving his lips. He flushes, hand immediately covering his mouth.
God, he reminds him of the noise he made when -

When Bakugou - Kirishima shudders, his eyes red and hand cupping his mouth too roughly as a scene from last night replays in Kirishima's mind.

He remembers Bakugou squeezing his small tits, tongue tasting the sweat and spilled beer on his skin, remembers the warmth of lip wrapping around his nipple.
Kirishima's flushed ears ring with the groans and mewls he had made from the affection Bakugou gave him that night.

The whole night comes back to him. Starting with the beers, sitting on the couch. Too busy laughing at each other to watch the tv.
Kirishima has his legs swung over Bakugou's lap, one arm hooked around the blondes shoulders.

He was practically hanging off of Bakugou (so stupid), mindlessly swinging his can around and dripping beer all over his shirt. One more toss and the whole can fell on his chest, Bakugou calling him a dumbass as he dragged Kirishima to the bedroom for a change of clothes.

Kirishima never go those clean clothes. Not while laying shirtless on Bakugou's bed, the blonde hovering over him, suckling on his chest. Kirishima's brain was too muddled, his inhibitions too low to think it better to stop. So he let it happen.

He let everything happen. Let Bakugou kiss him and he kissed right back. Let his arms wound tightly around his best friends broad shoulders. Let Bakugou undress him fully and undress himself too.

He let Bakugou go all the way with him. Let him sink his long girthy cock in Kirishima's ass, nipping his skin. And he cried out Bakugou's name, clung to him and dug his nails into the blondes back.

Looking down at his nails, they really were long. Another reason for Bakugou to mistake him as a girl.
Kirishima worried his lips, a little surprised when his phone started to vibrate on his bedside drawer.

Picking it up, Kirishima glanced at the time (12:01pm) then down at the message icon next to Bakugou's name. Once unlocked, Kirishima read the text that Bakugou sent him.

"You get home okay?"

Kirishima's heart skipped a beat, warmth filling the pit of his stomach at the thought that Bakugou may have worried.
That doesn't mean that Bakugou remembers though. Kirishima almost hopes Bakugou doesn't remember what they've done.

"Yeah. Sorry, I didn't say anything when I left. Got back a few hours ago."

That's all he says and Bakugou doesn't send anymore messages after that.

That night, Kirishima cuts his nails. He grabs a pair scissors and considers cutting his hair himself but he doesn't. Once again, he finds himself staring at his chest, poking his pec. It wouldn't help to lose muscle... Besides it wpuld take to long to go flat.

Can Kirishima not do more to look less feminine? He never had these insecurities before.
Kirishima calls Mina in the middle of a bubble bath, near murmuring in the water. He asks her if he looks like a girl. Before answering, she asks what kind of question is that?

But shesays no. Tells him he's too tall, that he has muscles like a god. She can't think of a single thing that makes him "girly".
He asks about his hair and she asks why?
"Lot's of men have long hair? Besides you always have it gelled up."

A week passes. He doesn't explain to Mina what that call was about. He's only gotten a few texts from Bakugou that week, mostly asking about work stuff.
Never one mention about that night.
Still Kirishima goes into the barbers shop and asks for a trim and undercut.

The next day, Bakugou stops at Kirishima's cubicle and almost has to do a double take. "The hell did you do to your hair?"

Kirishima's tilts his head up, scratching the back of his head. Dull nails scraping along the shaved part of his head.

Kirishima's black roots are visible, the red part of his hair still pointed upward in all directions like before but much shorter. Too short to be mistooken for a girl Kirishima hopes.

"Hey, man! Pretty cool right?" He asks nervously.

It's not that he hates what happened. He has thought about it for years but was certain Bakugou would never humor him enough.
He was straight. He was too drunk that night. He didn't recognize Kirishima.
That's what hurt. That Bakugou probably didn't once think of him during sex.

Bakugou's brows furrow, an intent look on his face.

"Do you... not like it..?"

He's feeling insecure again, unsure of himself. Did he just make it worst?

Bakugou sighed, ruffling the top of Kirishima's hair. "It's nice."

Kirishima's cheeks turn pink.

"It's Friday night." Bakugou claps his hand down on Kirishima's back. "We gonna go out again?"

Right, Friday. They always eat out on Fridays, sometimes go to one of their homes to drink. That's how they ended up sleeping together.

Kirishima pushes the thought away.

"Yeah, yeah." Kirishima shakes his head, heel of his palms rubbing against his face. "Just... I don't think I should drink that much tonight. I had a pretty bad hang over last time."

"Why'd you leave so early then? Driving with a hangover. Are you an idiot?"

Kirishima laughs but doesn't answer.

"Whatever, I'm gonna drink til I blackout. Now come on. You can finish up tomorrow."

Kirishima flinches, sending a worried look towards Bakugou's departing back.

Should this be a short thread or long pinning shit fuck?

Six hours later and Bakugou starts drinking early. As soon as they sit in a booth, Bakugou orders a long island. Then another. Next is a shot of patreon. Three more. And lastly, a glass of spiked pink lemonade that he attempts to push onto Kirishima.

It's not as if they're eatting anywhere fancy but still it's a bit odd to Kirishima. Bakugou's treating this like a bar rather than a crab shack.

As politely as Kirishima can, he pushes away Bakugou's offering hand. The pink drink sloshes, spilling slightly. It's a simple drink. A beginners drink. Kirishima was dumb not to realise that, of course, Bakugou got it for him. Was trying to coax the redhead into starting slow.

Trying to get him drinking with the blond. Kirishima sighs. "Come on, man. I already told you I was gonna stay sober for the night. I gotta get up early tomorrow." A lie.

"For what?" Bakugou glowers, his cheeks tinted slightly pink. Damn, was that patron already getting him.

Kirishima looks down, notices how Bakugou's lobster has barely even been touched. Yeah... He's going to get drunk a lot faster if he doesn't eat.

"Just... My ma wants me to help her move some stuff into storage. You know how she lives like four hours away. We gotta finish before

noon. It gets horribly hot miday over there."

Bakugou scoffs. "And you think you can finish by noon?"

"Uh well uh" Kiri does the math in his head. "If I drive up there at 5:00 and we start moving at um 8:00? 9:00?"

Bakugou rolls his eyes, bringing the vodka

lemonade to his lips. He sips it slowly, eyes glancing somewhere off in the corner of his eye. Kirishima watches as Bakugou's adams apple bobs, then panics when Bakugou starts choking and spitting.

"Katsuki!"

Bakugou's sputtering, one hand grasping at his throat, the other slamming down the glass. Kirishima's chest is half sprawled over the table, patting Bakugou's back and clinging to the blonds shirt. He missed the slip of his tongue - how he screamed out Katsuki instead of Bakugou.

"Fucking shits sweet as hell - the fuck!" Bakugou's coughing up spit, gasping in air. Was this a false alarm? It was too sweet for Bakugou? That's why Bakugou coughed it up?

Kirishima's eyes softened, the tension in his shoulders easing. "Jeez, don't scare me..."

Kirishima's giggling now. /You litterally asked the waitress five minutes ago to bring you a whole bottle of tequila and now you're dying on a lemonade./ It's a good call that the waitress has decided to cut Bakugou off after he ordered the lemonade. He's had so

much already. Maybe it's time Kirishima set an example.

"Here. I'll finish it, you big wimp."

Bakugou growls but Kiri doesn't mind, drinking the rest of the drink for Bakugou. Its is a bit sweet. Lot's of strawberries, too much sugar on the cups rim. What kind of vodka was it?

Not enough to have him drunk by a long shot. The waitress won't be filling anymore drinks orders though so Kirishima swallows it down. Knows this is all he will have and that Bakugou won't be able to get another drink.

At least that's what he thought.

Somehow, Kirishima got roped into a grocery store. He has two six packs in his kart. (That's it. If they run out, he's not gonna let the blond coax him to buy more.) Bakugou himself was resting in Kiri's pickup, smart enough to know they will only sell to sober Kiri.

He's going through a few extra aisles, trying to build up the courage to tell Bakugou no. To put the beer back, walk out of the store empty handed and drop Bakugou off at home. Crawl into his own bed alone and cold.

He's eyeing the price of the two gallon waters. Reminds himself that he's low on bottle water and that his sink water tasted like actual shit. If Bakugou were going to stay the night, he'd need some water and advil tomorrow.

Kirishima smacks his cheeks, his face bright red and warm. He needed to stop. For Gods sake, he's suppose talk himself out of this situationon.

But... If Bakugou wanted to...

He grabs four gallons, rushing out of the store.

Kirishima's trembling as he clutchez the steering wheel. Bakugou doesn't look at him the whole ride to Kiri's home, gaze fixed out the window. Kiri wonders what he's thinking and nearly drops his keys while opening the front door.

Bakugou's standing on his own two feet but still he's too close for comfort. Standing merely two inches behind him, hands on Kiri's waist and warm breath ghosting over his ear as the blond whispers, "You're not gonna leave me drinking alone, are ya..?"

He has to keep from gulping, from mewling at how Bakugou's holding him. He can't be that far gone?

"I told you... I gotta leave early."

Kirishima wishes his heartbeat would slow down. He told himself he wouldn't drink. Won't let anything happen tonight.

He'll let Bakugou have his beers. Keep him on track and make sure he sleeps alright. He'll take care of Bakugou and that means not taking advantage of him. Nothing will happen as long as Kirishima stays sober.

He turns on a movie, combs through blond hair when Bakugou leans on his sgoulder. Tries not to laugh too hard when Bakugou slurs through some long winded conversation. Kirishima doesn't even know what he's talking about.

And when the clock hits 12:00, when Bakugou can't keep his eyes open any longer, Kirishima turns off the lights. He helps Bakugou into the bedroom, pulls down the covers and lays him down on his side. He'll stay close by, make sure Bakugou doesn't choke on vomit.

Hesitantly, Kirishima gets ready for bed himself. He takes off his shirt, tries not to think about Bakugou in his bed, wiggles out of his pants. He considers putting on sweats or pj bottoms but it's hot.

Like a dumbass, he crawls into bed with a sexy drunk and only his boxers.

He doesn't get the covers half way up his thighs before a hand rests on his hips, solid chest pressed against his back. Bakugou cooes what sounds like "Eijirou", finger tips lightly ghosting over Kirishima's undercut.

Kirishima gasps, the hand on Kirishima's hip moving down to grope idly at Kirishima's crotch. The redhead whines, bucking his hips and catching a breath when he feels the excitement in Bakugou's own pants.

No. No, he can't do this.

"Bakugou..."

"Shh, baby... Should o' told me you wanted to get undressed..."

"Nnh, Bakugou..." Kirishima swallowed thickly, his throat feeling dry. Carefully, almost gently, Bakugou turned Kirishima onto his back.

Staring up into hazy red eyes, Kirishima tangled his fingers into the bedsheets. Cheeks dusted pink, breaths coming out slowly. "Katsuki..."

Once again, he was underneath the man he loved for years.

Bakugou shushes him with his thumb pressed to Kiri's lips, fingers of his other hand threading through short red hair. "Pretty..."

Kirishima's eyes fluttered shut, chest heaving.

All he had to do was push Bakugou off, it's not like the blond was holding him down. He was drunk. The liqour probably affected his movements, he couldn't be that strong with it coursing in his veins.

Kirishima pressed his palms against Bakugou's chest.

Bare skin meeting bare skin, Kirishima opened his eyes wide. When? When did Bakugou take his shirt off?

"Wh-what are you -"

He shut his eyes again, pressing lightly against Bakugou's chest but not trying to dislodge him. Bakugou's hands were unbuckling his pants. /Oh, God!/

***Warning for minor dubcon and, if you haven't realised yet, under the influence.

***What happens next will end consensually.

"N-no!" Kirishima yells, scrambling in attempt to turn tail and run. The bathroom! He could hide in the bathroom until Bakugou passes out. Kirishima claws at the sheets, then ends up flipped back onto his back.

"Shh, it's okay..."

Bakugou whispers so softly that Kirishima believes him, biting his bottom lip. The blonds knuckles brush accross flushed cheeks, his nose kissing the others beneath him. Kirishima whimpers, his trembling legs spreading to allow Bakugou between them.

"Kat- Bakugou..?" Kirishima whines, his hands resting on Bakugou's biceps. It's wrong. Kirishima should stop this, should close his legs. Not widening them as Bakugou's nimble fingers tug on his underwear.

"I-I'm not a girl..."

"Don't care..." A puff of breath breezes against Kirishima's lips, a tongue poking out to lick Kiri's lips.

"Uhn..."

His semi-hard cock twitches, legs lifting as Bakugou pulls his boxers off. Kirishima's dull nails dig into Bakugou's skin - just like they had last time.

Bakugou kisses him, captures his bottom lip between his. Suckles on them, licks the inside of Kirishima's cheek. The redhead whimpers, his nails scratching along Bakugou's upper arm as deft fingers curl around his manhood.

Bakugou shouldn't be touching him there but it feels so good. This is his best friend, his first love. How... How can Kirishima deny him..?

Bakugou smells like alcohol and Kirishima drowns in the scent, clinging to Bakugou.

But... he didn't know if he could handle another one night stand.

Their lips parted. Kirishima wanted to speak, to say something. Anything. How could he with chapped lips littering butterfly kisses over his shoulder and neck.

His mind went blank with nimble fingers wrapped around his cock, chapped lips nibbling on his neck. Kirishima mewled, back arching and legs spreading. His hands found perch on Bakugou's shoulders, eyelids fluttering. "Katsuki..."

"Eijirou..." Bakugou murmured onto his skin, nipping just above his collarbone.

"Nn... D-don't leave marks..." His plead fell on deaf ears, voice cracking on a moan. A slippery, warm tongue laved at the dips and curves of Kirishima's neck, suckled in places he couldn't hide.

In the morning, he'll have bruises scattered accross his neck. Sore muscles and another heart attack. But for now... For now, he had Bakugou.

Had the blonds hand curled around his cock, his hair twisted in his own grasp. He had Bakugou's name on the tip of his tongue.

Had Bakugou in his bed, over him, possessing him. Had Bakugou taking control once again.

Kirishima's breath hitched, his back arching and head thrown back at the swipe of Bakugou's thumb over his little slit. He leaked so much, the slide sleeked by Kirishima's precum.

Kirishima's toes curl, whimpers escaping his tighly shut mouth. He could feel the warmth in his belly spreading, the way that his cock twitched with every jerk and every squeeze. Never was the palm of Bakugou's hand too tight or too loose.

He was perfect. Always so perfect.

A breathy hiccup left Kirishima's lips, the pace of Bakugou's hand slowing down. It was easy to tell when Bakugou's head began to move, his grip still strong in blonde hair. With knitted brows and a quickly rising chest, Kiri watched curiously.

His eye's followed the blonds movements, sqeaking when two firm hands spread his thighs even wider apart. Kirishima blushed, quickly covering his face with his arms and squirming.

He could feel the intensity in which Bakugou looked at him, could feel the ghost of his breath on

his cock and balls.

Kirishima should stop this. This was it. This was too much! He had to stop this! He had to! Now -

"Mm, wow... You're so much cleaner than the other cocks I've had."

/O-other... cocks?/

Kirishima's shoulders shook, his eyes hesitently peeking through the space between his fingers. /Other cocks?/

Between his legs, hovering just above the most sacred parts of Kirishima's body was Bakugou in all his glory.

"So pretty..."

Kirishima's breath caught, his hips buckling at the pointed nose nuzzling along his groin. The swift swipe of a tongue to the underside of his cock making his mind go blank. A strangled moan escaped Kirishima, every muscle in his body easing.

"Katsuki..." Breathlessly, Kirishima's arms fell beside his head. His eyelids fluttered, half glazed eyes and parted lips staring down at the blonde beauty before him. The wall of muscles, a golden halo of hair and thick fingers holding Kirishima open for that mischievous mouth.

"Mm," Bakugou's palms rubbed soothing circles along Kirishima's thighs, his lips leaving feather light kisses beginning from black pubes and traveling up velvety skin until they hit home at the tip of Kirishima's cock.

The tip of his tongue dipped under the fold of Kirishima's foreskin. Tugged lightly on it before teasing the head of Kirishima's meaty length. Slow leisurely licks turned to demanding lips swallowing the tip and sucking roughly. Kirishima screamed, his hands quickly holding a

blond head of hair in place. Eyes tightly squeezed shut, chest rising and falling rapidly, Kirishima couldn't remember his first time with Bakugou feeling like this. He couldn't breathe past the gasps of air, past the ringing in his ears.

/Fuck./ Were his knees trembling already? Were blowjobs always so warm? /God!/ It felt like Bakugou was sucking the life out of him from his cock!

Kirishima's grip tightened, his heart beating out of his chest.

Bakugou.

/Bakugou was sucking his cock./

A swift tongue swirled around the tip of Kirishima's dick. Hallowed cheeks suckling down to the base, nose nestled in black carpet.

Kirishima groaned. Strong arms kept firm thighs pressed against the mattress, kept withering hips from bucking upward. Firm hands wrapped tightly around strong sides, thumbs rubbing idly over flat muscles. Tangled fingers tugged at blond hair, pulling at soft strands.

"Ka-Katsuki," Kirishima whimpered. His toes curled, vocal cords screeching at the top of his lungs.

Audibly, Bakugou swallowed around the length in his mouth. Gold flecks sparkled in his ruby eyes, eyes crossed as he glared down at his tasty treat.

If Kirishima wasn't so breathless, he would have giggled at Bakugou's own determination. Instead, a choked gasped escaped his open lips. Kirishima mewled, eyelids fluttering shut. His feet resting on Bakugou's shoulders, fist gripping blond hair.

"I'm - I'm coming!"

Kirishima cried out in bliss, back arching off the sheets. His scream rung and echoed off the walls.

In post orgasmic bliss, with a fuzzy head and beat red ears, Kirishima heard the choked off moan of another man. Blinking bleary eyes, Kirishima watched as Bakugou swallowed thick white ropes of cum.

Another whine squirmed its way past quivering lips. Bakugou continued to lick at Kirishima's floppy dick, cleaning ever last bit of his cum.

"Kastu..."

Letting go of the blonds hair, Kirishima wiped the sweat off of Bakugou's brow. His palms cupped at the others cheeks, guiding Bakugou forward.

"Katsuki..." His voice was so small, his wants and needs laced through its tone. "Mm."

Kirishima guided Bakugou's lips to his own, kissing him slowly and sloppily.

The sun shone brightly through the peek opening between curtains, casting a ray of heat upon tanned skin. Kirishima groaned, attempting to swat away at the warmth that it gave away. Kirishima opened his eyes, turning to stare at the clock that read 8:42.

A bundled weight laid sprawled out on the redheads chest, a heavy reminder of last nights mistake. Rubbing his thighs together, Kirishima grunted in discomfort. Sticky and bare as the skin chaffed.

Kirishima always hated when his thighs rubbed together in irritation.

Another reason for him to be self-conscious - Kirishima hid his face behind his hands - and Bakugou was between them last night. Oh god! What if he saw all the stretch marks from when Kirishima started growing!

Kirishima breathed in, counting to five before exhaling and inhaling again. It was okay. Everything was fine.

Stretch marks are normal.

"Stretch marks are beautiful," Kirishima murmured to himself.

If only it was easier to believe those words.

Bakugou snorted in Kirishima's ear, arm shifting until his fingers brushed against Kirishima's hip.

Biting on his bottom lip, Kirishima turned his head. Bakugou was... cute when he slept. His brows relaxed, lips parted. A drop of drool slipping down his chin. Adorable. Kirishima giggled.

It couldn't stay like this.

Kirishima most certainly couldn't lay for one more minute stark naked and dick coated in saliva.

As gently as possible, Kirishima removed Bakugou's limbs from himself. He prepared a change of pants and fresh underwear. Started a shower for himself and wiped himself clean with a warm cloth.

By the time Kirishima started coffee, he forgot all about his "plans" for the day. Couldn't remember the lie he told Bakugou last night.

Humming to himself, Kirishima scrimmaged through the fridge for something to eat. Eggs, leftover rice, it didn't matter.

Kirishima pulled out a carton of milk, blinking when he felt a sweaty forehead thud against the space between his shoulder blades.

"Bakugou?" Kirishima vraned his neck, unable to see Bakugou's face no matter which way he turned. "What's wrong?"

"I'm hungry," Bakugou groaned, his stomach rumbling. "Starving."

Kirishima sighed, "Bro. You didn't eat a thing last night. I can't believe I had to pay for a ¥3200 lobster."

"...we had lobster?"

Kirishima spit, his whole body lurching forward on a cackle. "Oh my - Oh! Hahahahaha!"

"S-seriously?" Kirishima gripped the counter as he choked on his laughter, Bakugou's weight following the way his body curled. "You - hahaha - you can't remember anything dude?"

Bakugou grunted, weakly knocking his knuckles against Kirishima's back. "Shaddup. I remember that stupid fruity drink. Nearly killed me."

Kirishima smiled fondly, humming in agreement.

Bakugou rested his cheek on Kirishima's shoulder, analyzing the marks on the redheads neck.

"...'member you were goin' to yer moms."

"Oh?" Kirishima crook his neck. His stopped pouring milk into his coffee mug midway. "Oh."

/Oh fuck. Is that what he said?/

Kirishima panicked, his hand shaking as he returned to his mug.

How long was the trip again? When was he supposed to be there? Why was he there again?

The questions ran wild and Kirishima had no answer to any of them.

What was he suppose to say?

"I..? I guess I forgot?"

Bakugou hummed. He's large, /strong/ hands rested on Kirishima's for only a moment before pushing off of him completely. "Yeah, whatever you say."

"Yeah..." Kirishima ran a hand through his hair. "I'll have to call her and apologize..."

"Yeah, yeah." Bakugou rolled his eyes. Leaning his backside against the counters, Kirishima noticed that Bakugou hadn't put a shirt on yet. His pants still hung loosely around his waist with the button open.

"Where's mine?"

"Wh-what?" Kirishima blushed, raising his head to watch Bakugou nod his chin toward the mug in Kirishima's hand.

"Oh! Coffee, right!"

Kirishima reached for a new mug and asked, "Are you sure coffee is a good idea? You drank a lot, didn't eat much. Isn't that just /begging/ for a headache?"

"You keep talking, you're gonna give me a headache," Bakugou grumbled.

Sure enough, Bakugou laid sprawled out on Kirishima's couch. He groaned at every little moment, YELLED for Kirishima to close the blinds and turn off the light. Everything set off a ruckus in his head and it hurt.

"Come on, Bakugou." Kirishima kneeled beside the couch. He held up a glass of clean water and two painkillers. "You need to drink some water."

Swiping his hand in the air, Bakugou turned to face the back of the couch. "Gross. You're sink water's brown. Why the hell would I want to drink that."

Kirishima laughed, the corners of his eyelids crinkling as he smiles. "It's clean. I bought a few gallons of water last night."

"When did you have time to do that?" Bakugou squinted his eyes in suspicion.

"When you ordered me to get you beer." Raising his brows, Kirishima smirked.

"Great," Bakugou groaned.

Kirishima giggled, leaning back on his hunches as Bakugou sat up. The blond groaned all the while, holding his head in his hands. "Shitty Kirishima, making me drink all by my self."

"I didn't make you do anything last night."

Puffing out his cheeks, Kirishima crawled between Bakugou's legs. Kirishima looked up at Bakugou, cooking his neck to the side as he saw Bakugou's cheeks turn pink.

"What's wrong..?"

"...nothing."

"Then why are you - OOF!"

Kirishima's jaw clack shut, his teeth grinding against each other. A hot palm - Bakugou's hot palm - pressed against Kirishima's. He pushed him away, nearly had Kirishima stumbling on his ass.

"You're gonna make me fall! Geez!" Kirishima knocked Bakugou's arm out of his way. "I just want to know what that face is for!"

Bakugou hissed like a cat, gravely and hoarse. His brows furrowed, eyes scrunched in aggression. That tinge of pink was still there, however.

"The fuck are you doing sitting here!?"

"Huh!?" Kirishima blubbered, his eyes wide. "What's wrong with where I'm sitting?"

Kirishima's hands rested on Bakugou's knees, his body crouched between the taller mans legs. His head tilted upward, Bakugou's chin tilted to look down on him.

Kirishima still clutched the pills in his right hand, rolling between his fingers.

"Come on," Kirishima breathed, lifting the pills to Bakugou's lips. "This will make you feel better."

Bakugou growled, his eyebrow twitching as the pill pressed against his lips. That didn't stop Kirishima's innocent act of caring for his friend, however. The blonds lips parted, his tongue prodding at Kirishima's finger while he pushed the pill between his lips.

Kirishima's eyes lit up, his grin widening. Bakugou's eyes bore deeply into his, held a darken tinge to it. Something in that gaze caused Kirishima's stomach to twist, his throat to tighten.

Perhaps the moment lasted too long.

Kirishima's eyes widened. /Oh god./ Kirishima could feel the tickles of pink as his face began to flush. /Oh no!/

Bakugou reached out with his hand, his gaze not once shifting. With Kirishima's thumbs still pressed to Bakugou's lips, Kirishima felt the softest of pressed between their fragile skin.

/TOO CLOSE!/

Smooth fingers brushed upon rough hands, both grasping at the glass of water.

Kirishima's muddled mind couldn't take it no more.

He pulled back, the water sloshing as the glass jerked, nearly slipping out of Bakugou's own hand. Kirishima stumbled on his knees, his back hitting the floorboards with a rough thud.

Kirishima covered his face as he groaned. What a fool he is. A lovestruck, blind fool with much too little awareness. Bakugou must think he's weird now. Kirishima shifted, his legs aching in their awkward bent shape.

Not that Bakugou hasn't called him weird and an idiot before.

Kirishima wallowed on the floor in what sounded like silence only broken by a swallowing noise. (Kirishima twitched at a memory, rubbing his legs together in attempt to hide his new found interest.)

"Hey, dumbass. The fuck you doing lying there." It wasn't a question, never usually was with Bakugou.

The blond growled before swallowing it down with gulps of water. The glass smacked against the side table non-too-gently.

Still Kirishima lay on the floor for a while longer. His chest rose with each calming breath, lips parting on every exhale. Kirishima let his arms fall beside his head, eyelids fluttering dizzily.

Kirishima didn't drink but for a moment he felt lightheaded.

Toes prodded at Kirishima's calves, nudging his leg back and forth. Kirishima hummed a lullaby to the rhythmic movements.

"Get up here, you ass."

Kirishima's body obeyed faster than his mind could process the demand.

In only an instance, Kirishima sat with his best friends head rested in his lap. His rough hands lightly tossled blond hair, whispered lyrics filling the air.

Bakugou sighed with his heavy eyelids closed, the tension in his brows lightened. Bakugou's weight was heavy upon Kirishima's thighs and yet he didn't want to push him away. Kirishima cradled Bakugou's upper torso in his arms, holding him close like the special person he was.

Soon Bakugou would fall asleep and soon Kirishima's legs would feel like pins and needles. For now, though, Kirishima will let Bakugou treat his hangover in anyway that he wanted.

Kirishima smiled down gently at Bakugou, brushing the hair away from his forehead.

Kirishima spent well into the afternoon petting Bakugou's hair, tickling the sideburns on his cheeks. He stopped talking without anyone to converse with but Bakugou's occasional snorts and snores kept Kirishima minimally entertained.

The rest of his joys came from texting his friends and watching muted videos with subs. He figured it was better not to wake Bakugou yet. If he relished in the way Bakugou curled up in his lap, however, that was for Kirishima to know alone.

Kirishima smiled innocently at his phone, swiping mindlessly through the posts that his friends write.

Eventually, Kirishima's thumb stopped upon a post Mina made.

He clicked on a video of her smiling face, the camera struggling to focus. Kirishima turned the volume up to hear the pitch in Mina's shrill voice.

"Gym day!" Mina sung.

"Gym day!" Uraraka's head popped into frame beside Mina's as she sang as well.

With how the camera shook and jiggled, it was obvious that they were walking. Dressed in athletic wear, the city view painted itself behind them with every step.

Mina giggled and Kirishima heard her speak again. She wasn't being specifical nor was she talking to anyone particular. The video didn't last long after Mina mentioned hanging out with "Round Cheeks" - a nickname she stole from Bakugou - at the nearby gym for a work out.

Kirishima thought to himself for a moment, looking down at his stomach (ignoring Bakugou's soft features ). He hardened his abs and poked at the skin, pouting his lips. Since he wasn't going to his mothers house then maybe he should get a work out in too.

It's been awhile and working a sweat has always seemed to ease Kirishima's insecurities.

Kirishima quickly sent Mina a message and asked if he could join the girls.

With new plans set, Kirishima only needed to go get ready and -

Wake Bakugou up.

Kirishima pouted, his hand resting on Bakugou's shoulder. He really wished he didn't have to push the blond away, almost regretted his decision to be productive for the day.

If he let Bakugou cuddles his waist any longer though, Kirishima might begin to hope that what he had with Bakugou wasn't only physical. That they weren't just drunk secrets.

Kirishima wistfully sighed.

"Bakugou," Kirishima gently shook the blonds shoulder. "Bakugou. Wake up, buddy. I want to go somewhere."

"Mm," Bakugou tiredly shook his head, nuzzling his forehead against Kirishima's belly.

"Bakugou." Kirishima shook him a little rougher. "I need to get dressed. Don't make it /push/ you off."

Just like that, Bakugou's eyes flashed open and he glared. "You're gonna do what, asshole."

Kirishima grinned, eyes sparkling. "Push you. You know like you pushed me."

Kirishima's hands flashed forward, stopped only by the grip of Bakugou's own hands on his wrist.

"Don't you fucking dare!"

"Then get off! I need to find my sneakers!"

"You need to find some pride!"

"Ouch! Don't kick me!"

"What are you!? A weak little child!?"

"Why do you think I gotta go to the gym!"