Bakugou might like cute things.

It was a revelation Kirishima wasn't expecting to have during Squad Night inside some shitty-lit arcade while he listened to Mina and Denki screaming at their screens playing Tekken.

Bakugou might like cute things. Or not. Maybe, just maybe, he was getting ahead of himself with this.

Maybe, just MAYBE, his best pal wasn’t staring at the fluffy, white teddy wearing a cute, frilly dress, topped with a crocheted pastel pink bow. He could be staring at that weird cross between a frog and a cat? Honestly, what the fuck was that, exactly?

Kirishima shook his head to himself. Focus.

Anyways, he could be staring at that ugly-ass stuffed toy instead of the cute-ass one in that big claw machine a few steps away from the two Tekken machines. Right? Blinking to himself, Kirishima let out an exhale and forced himself to shift his attention back to the screen.

Mina was beating the living shit out of Denki making him snort. He scanned through his friends near him—Jirou actually cheering, Sero laughing non-stop, Denki shouting, Shinsou hitting Denki's shoulder in weakly-covered excitement—

but his eyes kept getting stuck on Bakugou, still.

Bakugou who was staring at the claw machine. Bakugou who had his arms crossed with his fingers twitching slightly, and suddenly, Kirishima couldn't bear it anymore.

Quickly, he shoved his hand into his pocket, collecting some quarters. He slowly walked his way towards the claw machine, leaving his friends behind for a bit. It's not as though they'd notice, anyway.

Bakugou did notice, though. When he heard Kirisihima shift, his gaze tore away from the white bear and directed towards him.

The redhead merely flashed a grin. As he was near the blond, he wiggled an eyebrow, "Staring at something there, best bud o’ mine?"

With that, Bakugou's eyes widened, as though he'd been caught, but he changed his expression quickly, settling for an annoyed look, "Fuck off."

Kirishima couldn't help but bite the inside of his cheek at that. Maybe he was embarrassed? Maybe it was none of Kirishima's business. He could easily drop this right now, if he were being honest.

He could be wrong about this but for some reason he didn't have it in himself to forget it. He couldn't forget how Bakugou looked at the toy—how /soft/ he looked.

Kirishima locked gazes with Bakugou for a few seconds before shrugging to himself, "Well, okay." He then turned and faced the machine, "I, for one, was actually staring at that weird frog-cat cross, man And I," he pulled out a quarter, "Plan to get it."

Which was a lie. It was the biggest lie ever and if Bakugou noticed his lie, he didn't fucking care. He pushed in the coin, pressed start, and immediately aimed the claw at the most adorable teddy ever. As he double clicked on the button, he couldn't help but chant to himself.

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon.

And by some motherfucking miracle, he got it. On the first try. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. How'd that even happen?!

He blinked to himself and forced to swallow down his cheer.

Once the bear was dropped, he rushed to pull it out of the little hole, turning quickly to face Bakugou who seemed to be just as surprised. Kirishima handed the bear in a rush and probably due to the shock, Bakugou wordlessly accepted it.

"I missed!” He couldn’t act for shit but he had to push, “You can have this, dude."

Kirishima tried not to watch his reaction too closely. He was expecting Bakugou to be mad, if he were to be honest. What if he really was just staring at the weird stuffed animal? What if Kirishima read too much into this? Yikes.

The teen prepared himself for a glare, an outburst, some cusses here and there but—he didn't get any. What he got was a huff and a small smile.

And that? That got Kirishima's everything feeling warm and fuzzy. He was sure as hell he had butterflies filling up his chest and stomach too.

"You weren't even near the frog-cat, dumbass," the blond was staring at the soft white bear now in his arms, "But I can fucking take this if you don't want it."

His tone was teasing but Kirishima could see his ears turning red, and suddenly it was too much for the teen to handle. He let out a nervous laugh and very awkwardly gave a thumbs up, "Yeah, dude. She's all yours!"

He then quickly muttered "bathroom" and brisk walked his way towards the arcade's public comfort room. As he was inside, he let himself breathe and clutch at his chest with his best friend's soft smile imprinted in his mind.

Kirishima let himself calm down a few seconds before a chuckle bubbled out of his chest.

Maybe Kirishima might like cute things too. And by cute things, he meant Bakugou Katsuki who was probably the cutest thing Kirishima has ever seen.

He couldn’t help but laugh again at that though.

He was screwed.

—the end ! ty 4 reading !