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“Do you ever wonder what people /really/ think of you?”
It was well past 3am when Kirishima asked this, it was an obvious answer of no for Bakugou. He never wondered what /people/ thought of him. Though, he always wondered what Kirishima really thought of him.
It was well past 3am when Kirishima asked this, it was an obvious answer of no for Bakugou. He never wondered what /people/ thought of him. Though, he always wondered what Kirishima really thought of him.
Kirishima can’t keep his mouth shut to save his fucking life so Bakugou knew some of it. What he did know wasn’t what he wanted to know, it wasn’t what kept him up at night wondering.
It had been weeks of this shit, either he wasn’t able to sleep or Kirishima wasn’t able to sleep and they would call each other and just sit, usually they just would sit. The sound of someone else’s breathing soothing them, comforting them in the fact that they weren’t alone.
Kirishima must have something really bothering him, he kept asking deep questions. The type of shit that Bakugou didn’t usually think twice about. Some nights he indulged in his questions other had him too scared to answer. Tonight he felt brave.
“Of course I don’t care about what extras think of me,” He sighed, moving his phone to his other ear so he could roll to face the wall he knew Kirishima was on the other side of.
“Sorry, dumb question then.” He started to apologize which was stupid, it wasn’t a dumb question.
“Sorry, dumb question then.” He started to apologize which was stupid, it wasn’t a dumb question.
“I care about what you think though.” He’s not sure why he whispered it, if it was fear of actually saying it or fear of Kirishima actually hearing him.
“You already know what I think of you Bakugou.” Kirishima whispered back.
“Do I really though?”
“You already know what I think of you Bakugou.” Kirishima whispered back.
“Do I really though?”
He regretted the question as soon as it came out of his mouth. Kirishima’s silence on the other side of the wall wasn’t helping the sinking feeling in his gut. This was stupid he should have just kept his mouth shut.
“Well, I guess you don’t know all of it.” Kirishima said after way too long of silence. He wasn’t whispering it but it was said quietly like he was making himself small, hiding.
“What don’t I know?” Again another question he instantly regretted.
“What don’t I know?” Again another question he instantly regretted.
“It’s kind of embarrassing.” He sighed. He could hear shuffling on the other line, he didn’t have to see him to know he was fiddling with his blanket to distract himself.
“Can’t be more embarrassing than what I think of you.” Why. Does. He. Keep. Saying. Stupid. Shit.
“Can’t be more embarrassing than what I think of you.” Why. Does. He. Keep. Saying. Stupid. Shit.
“What?”
“You heard me Shitty Hair, I’m not repeating myself.” There was another moment of silence, it didn’t feel silent on Bakugou’s end, not with the way he could hear his heart beating fast in the quiet.
“What do you think of me, Katsuki?”
“You heard me Shitty Hair, I’m not repeating myself.” There was another moment of silence, it didn’t feel silent on Bakugou’s end, not with the way he could hear his heart beating fast in the quiet.
“What do you think of me, Katsuki?”
He used his name, he used his given name and he was fucked. Shit. What didn’t he think of Kirishima, honestly he thought about him so much that, /fuck/. He was screwed. So he decided to be honest.
“I don’t know where to start.”
“I don’t know where to start.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Kirishima asked with a light nervous laugh. Bakugou raked an hand through his hair and sighed.
“It means, I think about you too much... so I don’t know where to start.”
“Oh... good or bad?”
“It means, I think about you too much... so I don’t know where to start.”
“Oh... good or bad?”
“Always good. Was bad when we first met but for like a week, even that wasn’t really ever bad it was more annoyed than bad.” The annoyed was more at how positive his thoughts on him were.
He’s maybe had one bad thought about Kirishima in the entire time that he’s known him, and that was about his poor taste in shoes. Everything else was... mushy.
“It was the same for me too, I really thought you were just a massive asshole, but then at the sports festival.” He could hear the smile in his voice, he really wished he could see it, he loves Kirishima’s smile, all toothy and stupid.
“I think about that a lot about, you know? About how wrong I was about you.” Bakugou held his breath, waiting for him to explain. “Everyone used to tell me that I was wasting my time, that you were always going to be a loner. I kinda believed them for awhile, but you let me in.’
‘Then we got closer and became friends.” He wasn’t sure why he paused, but then he heard the shaky inhale and exhale. “And then I fell in love, hard.”
His first reaction was to ask ‘ with me?’ But that was dumb, Kirishima obviously meant him. His second reaction had him moving quicker than he could process it, he was out of his room and in front of Kirishima’s in an instant. He knocked as quietly as his nerves would allow him.
Kirishima opened his door, wiping his eyes with his hand. When he looked up at him he visibly relaxed, then he punched him in the shoulder hard enough to bruise.
“What the hell?” He asked rubbing his shoulder.
“Don’t fucking hang up after someone says something like that!”
“What the hell?” He asked rubbing his shoulder.
“Don’t fucking hang up after someone says something like that!”
“I was coming over here to kiss you, you idiot.” Bakugou grumbled.
“Oh.”
“ ‘Oh.’ Is fuckiing right, fuck Kirishima did you use your quirk? This shit hurts.” He went to roll his shoulder to ease the tension, but he didn’t have much room with Kirishima in his space. “Uh, hi.”
“Oh.”
“ ‘Oh.’ Is fuckiing right, fuck Kirishima did you use your quirk? This shit hurts.” He went to roll his shoulder to ease the tension, but he didn’t have much room with Kirishima in his space. “Uh, hi.”
He was close, really close, so close if he tilted his head up with the way he was leaning in their lips would connect, but that was the goal wasn’t it?
“Can I kiss you?” He asked with that stupid toothy smile of his.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked with that stupid toothy smile of his.
Bakugou didn’t answer with words, he answered by grabbing a fist full of his hair and pulling him down. He still had to reach up on the tips of his toes thanks to Kirishima’s latest growth spurt, but he managed.
Kissing Kirishima was not at all what he thought it would be, he expected softness, he’s not sure why maybe cause he’s a kind person. What he got, left him breathless.
There was some softness to it but it was only so he could catch his breath, the rest was like being devoured. Probably because of his teeth. He could definitely break skin with them they were sharp, but he was gentle with them but also not so gentle.
The way he dragged his bottom lip between them was going to leave it red, but he couldn’t give less of a fuck, he wanted more of that feeling. He also really wanted to know where Kirishima learned all this, he wanted to thank the person and also beat the shit out of them.
A throat clearing, broke them apart.
“Not in the hallway. Bakugou if you see All Might tomorrow let him know he owes me money.” Aizawa spoke as he passed by them on his patrol.
“Not in the hallway. Bakugou if you see All Might tomorrow let him know he owes me money.” Aizawa spoke as he passed by them on his patrol.
Neither said anything back, quickly scurrying into Kirishima’s room their faces both redder than his hair.
***
They spent the rest of the night talking about all the things they had been holding back, all the things they wish they would have said.
They spent the rest of the night talking about all the things they had been holding back, all the things they wish they would have said.
The next day they realized a lot of the teachers owed Aizawa money, they all had bet against them getting together before graduation
He won even more money when they got married the day after graduation.
The end
He won even more money when they got married the day after graduation.
The end
