โœจ I Know โœจ

[a kiribaku thread]

When Eijirou confesses the name of his crush to Mina, he's met with a resounding "Duh."

She then asks the million dollar question: "What are you gonna do about it?"
๐ŸŒธ QRT, don't reply!
๐ŸŒธ They're second years!
๐ŸŒธ Inspired by a conversation I had with my dear Kiko ( @shinsocane)!
๐ŸŒธ Just some random flirty fluff! I just wanted to shamelessly project my own pining onto Eijirou.
The moment the final bell rings, a small pink hand closes around Eijirou's arm and forcefully drags him from the classroom, leaving a confused Kaminari, who was mid-sentence when Eijirou was whisked away, in their wake.
Her grip is strong, manicured fingers like a vice around his bicep as she stomps her way past the rows and rows of cherry blossom trees until their dorm building comes into view.
She's pointedly silent the whole trip, eyes laser-focused ahead and not even stopping to admire and fawn over the gorgeous sight of pink petals floating in the warm spring breeze.
He's finally released once they've crossed the threshold of her room, the bright interior familiar and welcoming in its loudness. "Sit," she demands, pointing at her bed.
Eijirou dutifully obliges, taking a seat on the edge and putting some space between them. "What's up, Mina?"

"Fess up. Who are you crushing on?"
"Whโ€”" he stammers out, cheeks quickly heating. "I'm not crushing on anyone!"

Mina rolls her eyes up to her ceiling and groans. "Do you think I'm dumb?"

"Of course not!"

"Then why are you lying right now?"
Eijirou deflates, jutting his lip out in a pout. "I don't know if it's a full-blown crush yet. I'm still figuring things out." He takes a breath, exhales forcefully as he closes his eyes and braces himself. "And it'sโ€ฆBakugou."
"Duh."

Red eyes snap open and he screeches, "Mina!"ย 

"What are you gonna ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ about it?"

"Uselessly pine from afar?"

"That is," she brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose, "a terrible idea, Eiji."
"Well rejection is scary."

Huffing loudly, Mina stands up and crosses the room to dig around in her desk drawer. After a moment, she brandishes her leopard print bag of makeup with a flourish and glides back over to take a seat in front of Eijirou. "You face villains every day."
"That's different," he groans as she starts to apply bright red eyeshadow to his lid. "This is ๐˜‰๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ. We're friends! Best bros! I don't wanna lose that! His friendship is really important to me, Mina."
Tongue sticking out slightly as she concentrates, she adds black to the corners of his eyes in a small V-shape. "Exactly, Eiji. He's your ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ. Your ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต friend. If he can't handle the fact that you have feelings for him, then he doesn't deserve you."
"Mina," Eijirou sighs, obediently closing his eye as she blends his eyeshadow with a fluffy brush. "I don't want to make him uncomfortable. And that's all a confession is going to do. It's pointless. He doesn't like me like that, so it's just going to make things weird."
She rolls her eyes and taps his nose lightly with the brush. "I thought you said you were saying goodbye to the old, pathetic you?"

"This isโ€”"

"Different, yeah, yeah, you said that. Listen, Eiji," she goes back to applying his eyeshadow, switching eyes, "you never know.
He could be feeling similarly to you! You'll never know if you don't take a chance!"

"I don't know..." he trails off as she starts to line his eyes, giving him a dramatic wing. "He doesn't act like he feels the same. Surely I'd know if he liked me, right?"
"Eijirou." Oh, damn, she pulled out the full name. Eijirou straightens up and swallows hard, bowing his head to avoid her piercing gaze. "You don't see what we see. Just promise me you'll think about telling him, okay?"

"Fine," he relents.
"And promise you won't let my amazing make-up skills go to waste."

For the first time since they entered her room, Eijirou laughs, the tension in his chest easing the slightest bit. "Of course, Mina."
Eijirou has just slipped out of Mina's room and made his way down to hall towards the elevators when Yaomomo and Jirou emerge from Uraraka's room.

Yaomomo lights up, clapping her hands together when she sees him. "Oh, Kirishima, you look stunning! Mina did a wonderful job!"
"I'll tell her you think so!" he chirps, smiling easily. "I'm surprised she uses me as a guinea pig when she has you guys!"

"She's gotten tired of using all of us," Jirou drawls, looking up from where she was scrolling on her phone. Her eyes search his face for a moment.
"Has Bakugou seen you yet?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

Putting all his effort into keeping the heat from his face, Eijirou furrows his brows. "No, why do you ask?"

Another pause. "No reason."
Eijirou opens his mouth to retort, but Jirou wraps a hand lightly around Yaomomo's wrist and brushes past him. "Sorry, Kirishima, we gotta go. Movie night in the common room." She waves her phone as evidence, a message from Kaminari pulled up on the screen. "See you down there?"
"Yeah..." he agrees mindlessly, hardly registering the question because he's so stuck on wondering ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ she'd asked about Bakugou and what she meant by it.
He isn't able to articulate his thoughts before they're both gone, leaving him all alone in the hall, '๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜‰๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ถ๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต?' playing on a loop in his head.
Suddenly, Eijirou is standing in front of Bakugou's door, hand poised to knock, with no recollection of how he got there, his body apparently having moved on autopilot while his thoughts took a vacation to dreamland.
"Not very heroic," he mutters under his breath, then exhales sharply, shaking his head to clear it. "Get it together, Eijirou."
Finally feeling present again, he knocks his knuckles against the wood of Bakugou's dorm door and calls out, "Hey, Bakugou?"

There's a grunt from within and a moment later, the door opens to reveal Bakugou, fit in a black tanktop and loose grey sweatpants.
"What do you want, Shitty Hair?" he asks, raising an eyebrow as he leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms. His eyes linger on Eijirou's for one heartbeat, two, then flick away as his face tints the faintest pink.
Eijirou flashes an easy grin and hooks a thumb over his shoulder. "Everyone is watching a movie down in the common room! Wanna go?"
Leveling Eijirou with a considering look, Bakugou hums. "Don't feel like dealing with the idiots tonight," he drawls, pushing off the doorframe and turning to walk further into his room. "You comin'?"
"Of course!" Closing the door behind him, Eijirou follows Bakugou into the room and plops down beside his friend on the bed. "So what are we watching?"
"New All Might movie," Bakugou grunts out as he grabs his laptop off his bedside table and opens it. "Some team-up, I think."
"Nice!" Eijirou grins and scoots closer until their thighs are pressed together, his heart picking up speed. "Who's the team-up with?"

As he clicks the movie to pull it up, Bakugou cuts his eyes over to Eijirou. "You'll see."
Eijirou cocks his head in question, but Bakugou offers nothing more, so he shrugs and turns his attention to the movie.
All Might's theme starts to play through the speakers, filling the quiet room with triumphant music as he emerges from a collapsed building, dust settling around his broad figure holding an injured woman in his arms.
"I am here!" he cries out into the room and the music swells, an audience of onlookers cheering out his name.
Suddenly, another voice calls out over the crowd, silencing the clamor.

And Eijirou ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ด that voice.
"Whโ€”" he barely gets out before there he is in all his glory, Eijirou's idol, Crimson Riot. His cape billows out behind him as he crosses his arms and steps into the frame, rumbling voice announcing his own motto.
Eijirou grabs Bakugou's arm, squeezing hard as his heart stutters and his made up eyes widen. How had he not know Crimson Riot was making his big screen debut, in an All Might movie no less?
His fingertips dig into the soft skin of Bakugou's forearm as he watches, transfixed, as Crimson Riot takes on the villains and defeats them single-handedly as All Might evacuates the remaining citizens.
"Bakugou, thank you," he whispers, never tearing his eyes away from the screen.

With a good-natured huff, Bakugou pulls Eijirou's hand away, but doesn't release it, instead opting to hold it gingerly.
Too busy watching his idol bashing skulls, Eijirou doesn't fully register when he intertwines their fingers and leans into Bakugou's shoulder until he feels Bakugou freeze up next to him.
He blinks a couple times, bringing his focus away from the movie, then turns to face Bakugou to apologize, but Bakugou relaxes and leans into him in return.
Humming happily, he turns his attention back to the laptop screen and lets himself become fully immersed in the movie as the opening credits play.
โš™๏ธโš™๏ธโš™๏ธ
They've made it through the whole movie, sitting huddled close together in companionable silence only broken by the occasional quip or grunt, when the final battle starts and All Might chooses to save the love interest instead of chasing after All For One
and Bakugou wrinkles his nose. "I guess she's attractive, but to risk the fate of the entire damn world for her? Fuck that."

"She's got nothing on you," Eijirou comments off-handedly, eyes focused on the screen.
"Whโ€”Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair!" Bakugou shouts, pressing a hand into Eijirou's face and pushing him away. Reflexively, Eijirou grabs his arm and twists his weight to pull Bakugou down with him.
They grapple for a few tense minutes, Eijirou unable to hold in his laughs as Bakugou's eyebrows furrow in concentration, putting his all into the wrestling just like he puts his all into everything he does.
It's not as intense as their sparring sessions, having learned their lesson last year when they put a hole through the wall conjoining their rooms while roughhousing after they finished studying for the night and were forced to stay with Shouji as their rooms were repaired, but
they're both breathless by the time Bakugou finally pins Eijirou to the bed. "Ha, I win, bastard. I ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ด win." A smug grin blooms across his face as his chest heaves, cheeks flushed from the exertion.
โ€œYeah, you do,โ€ Eijirou whispers, eyes darting around his best friendโ€™s face. โ€œBut if it were between saving the world by defeating All For One or saving you, Iโ€™d still do whatever I could to save you. Always will.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re a damn sap,โ€ he gripes, then, quieter, he says, โ€œIโ€™d save you, too.โ€
"You would?"
ย 
Bakugou huffs, looking offended. "'Course I fuckin' would. You're my best damn friend."
"You're mine, too," Eijirou whispers, smiling so hard that his eyes scrunch up.
ย 
"I better fucking be."
Calloused fingers come up to lightly trace the blended colors, pressing lightly into Eijirou's eyelids and making him sigh shakily. "What's this shit on your face?"

โ€œMina did my makeup. Ya like it?โ€ he breathes.
The same fingers that were on his eyes are now threading through Eijirouโ€™s hair, tugging the strands lightly. โ€œMatches your shitty hair.โ€
Bakugou runs his thumbs under Eijirou's eyes, soft and reverent like the brushing of butterflies' wings. "Matches your shitty eyes," he murmurs and Eijirou doesn't think his heart has ever beat so fast and so hard.
"What was that? You think they're pretty?"

With a roll of his eyes, Bakugou flicks Eijirou's forehead. "Don't push your fuckin' luck, asshole."

"What if I wanna push my luck another way?"
Without waiting for a response, Eijirou hooks his ankles around Bakugou's waist and flips them over, pinning Bakugou's wrists above his head. "There. As much as I liked the other position, I like ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ much better. I like seeing you underneath me."
Bakugou makes a choked noise and grits out, "You're fucking disgusting, Kirishima," but Eijirou doesn't miss how a pretty blush paints across his smooth cheeks.

"Eijirou. Call me Eijirou."

"Fine. You're fucking disgusting, ๐˜Œ๐˜ช๐˜ซ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ."
Eyes darting across Bakugou's face, memorizing every line in the glow of the moonlight streaming in through the balcony doors, Eijirou makes a decision.
"I really like you, Katsuki. You're manly and strong and smart as hell and so damn pretty it's unbelievable. You're stubborn and an asshole and sometimes you drive me up the wall, but I'm crazy about you.
I've never met anyone so amazing in my life and most of the time I have no idea why you chose me to be by your side, but I hope I can stay here forever. You're incredible and being your friend means so much to me, but I want to be more."
"I know. Even before tonight, you're the least subtle person I've ever met in my fuckin' life. Outside of the '๐˜ด๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ต'๐˜ด ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ'โ€“you're damn right, by the wayโ€“you've told me all of that shit a thousand times before.
You spout compliments as easy as fuckin' breathing, Shitty Hair. Wasn't hard to put two and two together."

Eijirou's face burns bright in the dim light of the room as he squeaks, "That's so embarrassing, oh my god."
"You just told me you like seeing me underneath you and ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด is what you get embarrassed about? You make no fucking sense."

"It's different!"
"Yeah?" Bakugou asks, sounding completely unconvinced as Eijirou dives to the side and slaps his hands over his face. "How so?"

"I don't know, it just is!" Eijirou cries, voice muffled by his hands. "Ugh, I'm so sorry."
"You're so damn weird. What are you apologizing for? Did I ever stop you when you did that shit?"

Eijirou peeks one big eye out from behind his fingers. "No..."
"So what can we conclude from that?"

A second eye becomes visible through the slats between scarred fingers. "That you...didn't hate it?"
"There we go, idiot. Now, if you don't get up here and kiss me in the next five seconds, your ass is gonna end up on the ground."

"Bakugouโ€”"

"If I'm calling you Eijirou now, you're sure as hell not calling me Bakugou."
"Fine, ๐˜’๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช, you're so mean! How can you threaten me while simultaneously asking for a kiss? That's such a mixed signal, man!"
"Have you fucking met me?" Katsuki huffs, incredulous, and Eijirou supposes he can't argue with that, so he takes a deep breath and slowly removes his hands from his face.
"You really like me?" Eijirou asks, looking up at his best friend with searching eyes.

"Have I not made that clear?"

"It'd still be nice to hear."
"Fine," Katsuki huffs, then grabs the front of Eijirou's shirt and pulls him up. "I like you, idiot," he admits, then crashes their lips together.

It's totally graceless, all clashing teeth and bumping noses, but Eijirou is on cloud nine.
Sighing through his nose, he brings his hands up to cradle Katsuki's face and gently runs his thumbs over the smattering of light freckles on Katsuki's cheekbones, hoping it will ease the tension and help him relax into the kiss.
The ministrations seem to do their job when Katsuki lets out his own sigh and untangles one hand from where it was bunched up in Eijirou's shirt, bringing it up to rest over the pulse point on Eijirou's neck.
Moving his lips against Katsuki's experimentally, Eijirou is sure that Katsuki can feel how his heart is racing like a hummingbird's wings, but he doesn't have the mental capacity to worry over that embarrassing fact when all his mind can focus on is
๐™†๐™–๐™ฉ๐™จ๐™ช๐™ ๐™ž, ๐™†๐™–๐™ฉ๐™จ๐™ช๐™ ๐™ž, ๐™†๐™–๐™ฉ๐™จ๐™ช๐™ ๐™ž.
As Eijirou slides a hand back to card through the hair at the nape of Katsuki's neck, he dares to rake his sharp teeth over Katsuki's bottom lip and thrills when he hears a sharp intake of breath, heart hammering as Katsuki rises to the challenge and nips his lip in return.
After several mind-numbing minutes of exchanging increasingly improving kisses, Eijirou whispers against Katsuki's lips, "I really like you, Katsuki," before capturing them once more.
Katsuki whispers back, "I know. You said that already, dumbass," and gently guides Eijirou back until he hits the mattress, then presses a series of kisses to his scar, to his nose, to his cheeks, and finally, to his mouth once again.
"Still nice to hear though, isn't it?"

Katsuki pulls away just far enough so that Eijirou can see him roll his eyes. "I guess," he grumbles. "I really like you too."

"I know, Katsuki," Eijirou quips, smiling so hard his cheeks ache. "I know."
[THE END]
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