Eijirou turns up at Bakugou’s room to sleep over but it’s actually a trap to get the guy to talk about his apparent /crush/. He’d had to hear about it from Kaminari! He‘s supposed to be Bakugou’s best friend, why didn’t he tell Eijirou first?

#krbkmonth2020 day two!

“Bakugou likes someone.”

Eijirou’s hardened hand dug into the surface of the desk while Sero almost fell off his chair, and Kaminari didn’t even laugh at them. He just looked deep in thought, and a little bit disgusted.

“YOU WHAT?!” Eijirou yelled, already standing up as Sero said quickly, “Dude, elaborate, you gotta elaborate, what the hell do you mean by-”

“He’s got a crush.”

Eijirou and Sero both groaned in unison, Sero’s head dropping against his arms. “I never wanted to hear that! I never thought this day would come and I hoped it wouldn’t!”

“Don’t be mean, Bakugou’s entitled to human emotions!” Eijirou scolded, but he sounded too stressed to be stern. Truth be told, he’d never expected this day to come either. The thought of Bakugou having romantic feelings towards someone?

Wanting to hold someone’s hand, flirt with them, kiss them?! The images forming in Eijirou’s head made him feel almost woozy.

“How did you even find out, dude?”

“Just saw him /blushing/ and stuff,” Kaminari said in disgust, and Eijirou and Sero both yelled, “BLUSHING?!”

“He was looking at something on his phone. It was so weird, he was blushing but a soft kinda blush, and smiling too. It was so scary. When he caught me staring he almost blew up my phone but I was so shocked that I could /not/ leave it be,

I followed him around for like an hour trying to question it.”

“Dude, you’re so annoying.”

“You’d do the same thing if you were in my position, this is CRAZY stuff! And I think he got so annoyed and just wanted me to leave him alone that he eventually just hissed, “You’d fucking know. You get a crush on literally every person you see.””

“You do,” Eijirou said and Sero hummed in agreement which had Kaminari whining, before they officially processed the hidden meaning, and both stared at each other in amazement. “Holy /shit/.”

“Same. I tried to pester him about who it was but he really was ready to kill me then so I had to run away but heck, guys. The time’s actually come. Blasty’s all grown up.”

“I don’t know whether to cry or barf,” Sero said tactfully, and Eijirou kind of had to agree. The swirling in his stomach didn’t fully feel like he was going to be sick, though, but he didn’t know how else to explain it.

He really did feel emotional at the thought of Bakugou wanting to love, though.

But he wished the guy had told him.

“I’ll get more info out of him. I’m his best friend after all!” Eijirou cheered, and the others whooped, patting his back before they all fell into an uneasy silence.

“Do...do we actually /want/ to know more?” Kaminari whispered, shivering like he was in a horror movie and Eijirou was ready to throw his shoe at his head.

“Guys! It’s just! A crush! And he deserves to be able to talk to someone about it, if it really is his first time. Man, I hope he does let me in if he’s struggling.”

“How’re you gonna do it. At lunch? You probably want somewhere more closed off and where he’s comfortable to talk, right?”

Eijirou frowned, thinking.

Sero was right, Bakugou was already pretty high-strung whenever he was outside, pretty much always alert as if he thought someone would jump him at any time.

The only times Eijirou could think of that Bakugou was even a little bit towards the relaxed end of the spectrum was when they had their study sessions in Eijirou’s room. He did Maths furiously like the questions were opponents he needed to beat,

but if it was memorising information or essay questions, he was calm and focused, the only real movement being the blinking of his eyes and his hand moving his pen neatly across the paper.

Eijirou liked Bakugou whenever, the guy was all kinds of interesting and cool in his own explosive way, but he liked those moments. He liked the thought that Bakugou had chances to not be so wound up, and let loose a little.

“I think I have an idea,” Eijirou said quietly, and Kaminari and Sero both looked at him curiously but the cogs in his brain were still whirring. He had no idea if Bakugou would say yes. He was also pretty sure he’d have to ask Mr Aizawa for permission.

But him and Bakugou were only best friends, and Eijirou used to do this with best friends all the /time/ so he had high hopes.

“Bakugou, I’m sleeping over!” Eijirou said brightly at eight pm that night when Bakugou opened his dorm door only to see Eijirou with his hair down and only sweats on, his bed covers and a bag of snacks bundled in his arms.

Bakugou’s eyes widened a fraction before he made to slam the door closed, but Eijirou wiggled through the gap just in time.

“Idiot, what are you doing here?! This ain’t legal,” Bakugou growled, and Eijirou let out a surprised snicker.

“‘Legal’?! Oh dude, you’re the cutest, you call breaking school rules ‘illegal’?”

“...shut the fuck up.”

“Besides, this is completely and utterly legal, I’ve got permission,” Eijirou grinned, waving the ticket Mr Aizawa wrote him in front of Bakugou’s face smugly, because he’d known that Bakugou would ask for proof.

Bakugou stared for a second before he grabbed the note, stared some more then scrunched it up in his hand.

“What the /fuck/.”

“Ahhhh, this is comfy,” Eijirou sighed after he sank into Bakugou’s bed, humming contentedly only to yelp when he was shoved off. “Dude!”

“You haven’t answered my question yet, what are you /doing/ here,” Bakugou snarled low in his throat as he leant down and grabbed Eijirou’s shoulder, effectively pinning him to the ground. Eijirou just grinned up at him.

“Besties have sleepovers, bro! It was bound to happen sooner or later, so I thought I’d go for sooner. I’ve been wanting to do this so why not tonight?”

It wasn’t a lie, at all. Okay so he hadn’t really thought about it a lot, but it /was/ nice to think about, staying up chatting with Bakugou about anything and everything and guzzling sweets then falling asleep strewn over each other.

So what if he had /one/ tiny bitsy ulterior motive? He’d even survive with not finding out anything about the crush, but he did want to know if his friend was doing okay.

Bakugou blinked at that, still looking sceptical but he leant back, sitting beside Eijirou who turned on his side, hitching an arm to rest his head on his palm.

“So what d’ya think?” Eijirou asked, winking, and Bakugou grumbled as the tips of his ears flashed red.

“Friends do this, huh.”

“Absolutely, completely, totally, utterly, abso- oh I already said that one-”

“I go to sleep soon. What, so you just sleep here too?”

“Mhm. But stay up just a little! For me! Let’s gossip and squawk like mother hens!” Eijirou laughed as he grabbed Bakugou’s arms and pulled the guy up, taking advantage of his split-second of confusion to roll them both on the bed. He grabbed his snacks bag too. “I’ve got food!”

“That’ll mess with your appetite and body,” Bakugou frowned, but Eijirou just knocked his hand, telling him to hush.

“Don’t be a downer, it’s just for tonight, anyway. Snacks really set a mood, I promise.”

“Mood?”

“Chatty mood!”

“I don’t chat.”

“Oh but I do. And my chatting is very contagious, I’ll have you know,” Eijirou said pointedly, and Bakugou snorted.

“I do know.”

That had Eijirou smiling, and when Bakugou didn’t say anything against him settling on one side of the bed, he patted his side. Bakugou narrowed his eyes, so Eijirou just patted harder like a maniac.

“You’re so dumb,” Bakugou muttered, but he slipped into the space beside Eijirou, a hand’s width of space between them as he rested his head on his pillow. Eijirou looked around for the one he brought with him then said ‘aha!’ when he found it, and slipped it under his own head.

Now they could face each other, bold happy gaze meeting a wary irritated one, then something hit Eijirou.

“Did you have any plans?”

“No. Obviously. You’d be kicked out easy if I did.”

“Ooh, nice. Got any gossip then?” Eijirou teased, reaching out to pat Bakugou’s fluffy hair and he giggled when the guy groaned, kicking him.

“I don’t fucking /gossip/.”

“Yeah but Ashido’s the queen of gossip, how’re you friends with her without knowing anything?

Oh my God, bro, just yesterday she told me that she thinks Amajiki-senpai and Togata-senpai have something going on. I totally believe her, Amajiki talks about him a lot at work studies. And he’s not even a talker.”

“They’re...” Bakugou furrowed his eyebrows, looking like he was thinking. “Third years.”

Eijirou gaped. “Yo, you remember who they are!”

“Shut up. It’d be nice.”

“Hm?” That was surprising to hear.

“For you to have a relationship to look up to.”

Eijirou blinked. For a moment, his heartbeat picked up a bit of speed. Sure, he might’ve mentioned to Bakugou before that he was a little disheartened by the lack of gay relationships in Japanese life and media especially with how far ahead they’d got now,

but he didn’t think the guy would go as far as to ever remember small talk like that.

“It would be!” Eijirou agreed in a dramatic cry, throwing himself forward to bury his face in Bakugou’s shoulder and the guy was yelling at him like normal but the atmosphere was so nice

now that even Bakugou didn’t seem to want to shove him away. Eijirou felt warm, throwing a lazy arm over the guy as he brought his head back to smile at him. Bakugou looked back, all neutral expressions and sunset eyes. “It would.”

“One of Endeavour’s sidekicks tried to hit on me at work studies,” Bakugou suddenly said and Eijirou gasped sharp enough for the whole floor to hear.

“SCANDALOUS!”

“It was so fucking funny, she was /bad/ at it too and all like twirling hair and batting eyelashes and shit, I was unimpressed as fuck but super not bothered enough to do anything that’d get me kicked out so I just called up Burnin’ who decked her silly.”

Eijirou was choking on laughter. “O-Oh God. Bro, dude, my man, let’s hope she didn’t know your age.”

“I swear she‘s engaged.”

“WHA- /BRO/!”

Things really got going after that. Eijirou was the one who mostly talked about embarrassing funny stories of things his friends did, tallying in his head each time he got a snort out of Bakugou or a small smirk.

Bakugou still really wasn’t one for gossip but he was observant as hell so he still had a few interesting stories about shit he’d see that always had Eijirou /howling/. He half wished he was drinking milk so it would snort out of his nose because Bakugou always laughed at that.

And between stories, they’d have mini snack games, like throwing gummy worms into each other’s mouths even though they were super close so it got aggressive fast, or counting how many marshmallows they could fit in their mouths. When Bakugou got to twenty,

Eijirou had actual tears in his eyes because the guy’s eyebrows were pinched in focus and cheeks were all puffed and he looked more adorable than Eijirou’s heart could take. He cupped his face without thinking before immediately letting go because Bakugou finally started choking.

“Bro! You did so good!”

Bakugou just glared at him while chewing slowly and it was the most cutely intimidating thing in the world. Like an angry hamster. Eijirou felt dizzy.

It was so nice and comfy talking and having fun like this that Eijirou wished he had done it so much earlier, he could feel Bakugou easing into his touch and presence more than he ever had and the guy had /already/ acknowledged their best friend status by now.

Seemed like there was still some way to go for them, and Eijirou was more than excited for it.

He didn’t know when their voices had lowered to almost whispers (he loved Bakugou’s whisper, so raspy and manly), but it was probably because Bakugou looked so sleepy. His eyelids were the tiniest bit droopy, his lips weren’t even trying to pull themselves into a

characteristic scowl or something neutral, they just looked soft, and he’d half-tucked himself under his covers. Eijirou grabbed his own and tugged it over both of them, even though that hadn’t been the initial plan, and Bakugou blinked his eyes open a bit wider.

“We’re not sleeping yet,” Bakugou said, sounding more confused than anything, and Eijirou beamed.

“Yes sir! I’m accepting because you look the sweetest when you’re sleepy and if you’re actually asleep then I’d become a creep if I kept looking at you.”

“You’re already a creep,” Bakugou murmured, the lightest blush darting across his nose as he pushed his head into his pillow. “You like gossip ‘n shit. Creeps like that stuff.”

“I don’t like harmful gossip! I just think people and the things they do are really interesting!”

“Creep.”

“/You’re/ a creep,” Eijirou huffed lamely and Bakugou cracked an eye open.

“How?”

“You observe people like...like...a really cool spy.”

“How am I a creep if I’m cool-”

“I’m conflicted, okay!”

Bakugou snickered, a sound that was so nice and breathy that Eijirou pretty much forgot his anger as he nudged Bakugou’s leg lightly, then kept their limbs touching. Bakugou didn’t move away, he just made the tiniest of noises that was probably nothing, eyes closing again.

Staring at him had Eijirou thinking this was a rare opportunity, seeing the great Bakugou Katsuki all cuddled up and vulnerable but totally not vulnerable, Eijirou bet he could still pummel people in this state.

But he looked sweet and open, all his cards laid out in front of him and they just read ‘sleepy’. Eijirou felt kinda blessed, to see this. He wondered how many more times he’d be able to.

Thought about how lucky a future someone would be to get to fall asleep and wake up to Bakugou like this.

Right. Bakugou’s crush. That might be the future someone. Eijirou felt the weird coiling in his gut again, and knew he was probably a little jealous.

It was unmanly but he just wanted to be the one closest to him, be the guy who made him smile at his phone, made him blush. Well...he didn’t want to make him /blush/. But, he did like the way Bakugou looked when he did that thing where he’d go just a little pink.

He’d done it a few times tonight.

Eijirou reached out, hand ghosting Bakugou’s cheek, but his thumb brushed over his eyebrow for real. Bakugou frowned the tiniest bit, and his ears were touched up with a gentle pink again.

“So I heard you have a crush,” Eijirou tried to say smoothly though it definitely wasn’t, but to his surprise, Bakugou just sighed.

“S’that why you wanted to do this?”

He couldn’t lie to Bakugou. “Maybe. Is that okay?”

Bakugou was silent for a long minute. Eijirou almost thought he’d fallen asleep, until he suddenly muttered, “It’s annoying. But it’s okay.”

“Just wanna know if you’re dealing with it alright, really. And that you can tell me anything because we’re ultimate besties.”

“It’s your metal friend.”

“Tetsutetsu? Really?!” Eijirou yelped, more shocked than he could even process but he paused when Bakugou shook his head.

“No, was jokin’.”

“Aw, dude. Don’t do that to me!”

“It’s actually Ears.”

“JIROU? FOR REAL?!”

“No.”

“Wha- Bakugou!” Eijirou whined, shaking the guy by the shoulders and Bakugou looked mildly amused even with his eyes closed, cuddling up into the mattress some more. “Why’re you messin’ with me?”

“‘Cause I don’t want to tell you but I want you to stop worrying.”

Eijirou pouted, crossing his arms. “I’m not worried about who it is. I don’t...I don’t really care about that. Just wanna know if you’re okay.”

“Look, I’m dealing with it fine. ‘M pretty sure he likes me back, he’s just fucking dense.”

He. “That’s awesome, dude! How d’you know?”

“He likes touching me.”

“Oooh,” Eijirou said as his fingers brushed through Bakugou’s hair. “Spicy.”

Bakugou snorted. “Not like that, you moron. Little touches. And I /know/ he wants to hold my hand again like all the fucking time. He keeps knocking it against mine like I’ll take a hint but he’s gotta be a man and do it himself.”

Eijirou swallowed. “A-Again?”

“Did it once. Was really dynamic and important ‘n shit. Then rejected him a few times after ‘cause I was too...embarrassed. Might’ve shot down his courage a bit but still.”

“Ooh.”

“He can’t keep his eyes off me.”

“...oh.”

“He does really dumb things to try and make me smile.”

The tight feeling was getting worse and worse. Eijirou didn’t know if he could handle this much longer, but he wanted to be a good bro. “Cute.”

“He’s like my own cheerleader. Didn’t realise how much my name came out of his mouth ‘til Soy Sauce brought it up,” Bakugou snickered. Oh, he was enjoying this. Of course he was but that just made everything worse, and Eijirou couldn’t say anything in reply this time.

Bakugou didn’t seem to care, though.

“He likes spending time with me,” Bakugou hummed as he shuffled closer so smoothly that Eijirou barely noticed. “He initiates it all the damn time. Could probably call half our hangouts dates by this point.”

Huh? Who...who else did Bakugou spend time alone with?

“And,” Bakugou said, blinking his eyes open to ruby slits to look at Eijirou with a soft smirk curling up his lips. “I don’t think he likes the fact that I’ve got a crush on someone.”

“He knows?” Eijirou asked weakly, and Bakugou hummed.

“Found out recently.”

“Poor guy.”

“I should put him out of his misery.”

Eijirou choked over his words a little, but he managed to get out, “Y-You should.”

“Ei,” Bakugou said, tired voice laced with gentle amusement that somehow set Eijirou’s heart on fire. Wait, scratch that, it was the nickname that did that. Holy hell. “You’re the dumbest motherfucker I’ve ever had the displeasure to know.”

Eijirou’s heart sank. “Man, I’m sorry. I’ll- I’ll figure out who it is with more clues, bet!”

“The thing is, I want you to figure it out on your own. I’m pretty sure I’ve done enough.”

Eijirou groaned, dropping his face into his pillow. Bakugou sounded disappointed in him, and on top of that Eijirou felt sick and like he wanted to run away and never hear about this crush again. The explanations made it hurt that much more,

because Bakugou sounded happy, happier than Eijirou usually heard him being, and they seemed /close/ to the point that Eijirou almost felt like his own closeness with Bakugou was fake. There was no way the guy had room for both Eijirou and his crush in his life.

“But don’t hurt your brain,” Bakugou mumbled. “It’s late.”

“Not for me,” Eijirou tried to say, but the words died in his throat when Bakugou glided closer, an arm loosely curling over Eijirou’s waist, and that sleep-soft face rubbing gently into his neck.

Eijirou couldn’t move for the life of him, but he was also kind of suffocating himself staying in his pillow.

“He’s dense as a rock,” Bakugou whispered against his skin as his free hand found Eijirou’s, but didn’t link them. Because right now that was Eijirou’s job.

/That was Eijirou’s job./

He grabbed Bakugou’s hand faster than lightning as he turned, gasping in a breath as his other hand almost slapped Bakugou’s face with its urgency to touch his cheek, and Bakugou was grinning at Eijirou like he was stupid because he was, oh he so fucking /was/,

but like he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“S’this kinda gossip good enough for you?” Bakugou asked, and Eijirou felt tears gather in his eyes as he nodded fiercely.

“Good. Don’t cry, you baby. You’re such an idiot that I can barely deal with it, I described you to a fucking T earlier and there’s literally no-one else I could possibly like.”

“Y-You never know!” Eijirou wailed, grabbing Bakugou around the shoulders and pulling him close. “All kinds of things get said during sleepovers! People are weird!”

He felt Bakugou smile into his shoulder as his arms wound around Eijirou too, hands rubbing against his back.

“Thought you said they were interesting.”

“They’re weird too!”

“And you’re the weirdest.”

“I’ll /kiss/ you, then you won’t say I’m weird!” Eijirou sobbed, and Bakugou leaned back and rubbed Eijirou’s cheek this time, flicking away tears.

Eijirou barely even knew why he was crying. Maybe it was because of the impact of realising such a big thing as a crush, or relief that he didn’t actually want to throw up.

“Stop crying, I’m too fucking tired for your irritating sniffles,” Bakugou grumbled even as he leant in and pressed miniature kisses along Eijirou’s tear trails, making him cry harder, oh /God/. “You’re okay.”

Eijirou nodded, sniffing loudly as he gave a watery smile. “Way better than okay.”

When he finally started calming down, even though Bakugou squishing his cheeks had him wanting to both stop crying and cry waterfalls, Bakugou sat up and started rummaging around in the cabinet in his nightstand.

He returned with a marker, then he grabbed Eijirou’s hand and wrote on his palm, ‘Katsuki likes you. It wasn’t a dream’.

“How dumb do you think I am?!” Eijirou yelled, but Bakugou just gave him a look and Eijirou let him finish. He was completely swooning when Bakugou drew a little heart on his pinky finger before pausing, scrunching up his face.

“The fuck am I doing.”

“You’re being cute and it’s killing me.”

Eijirou wanted to laugh when Bakugou actually looked satisfied with that answer, then he threw the marker away and dove back into the bed, caging Eijirou in his arms again.

“Sleepovers are good,” Bakugou decided as he pecked Eijirou’s lips, almost missing in his sleep haze, and Eijirou melted into the mattress. He was right. They’d better do this way, way, way more often.

“The best.”

— the end! happy krbk month!!