what if, after kamino bakugou can't sleep alone anymore, which is why he's extra emotional and grumpy the next few days because he can't fucking sleep anymore all of the sudden.
one day he lashes out at kiri and he lashes out hard. in front of everyone.

kiri tries his best to stand there and smile, but there are tears in his eyes and bakugou can see that. he gives an exhausted sigh and takes kiris hand, leading him towards their rooms.
when they arrive, he hears quiet little sniffles.
"fuck, don't cry. oi, kirishima."

"crying isn't manly, i know."
"fuck no, crying is hella manly."
bakugou spits, but there's a warmth to his voice.
"listen... i'm sorry."
he mumbles his apology, not used to feeling so bad about hurting someone's feelings.
"it's fine."
kiri sniffled once more, wiping his face

before looking at bakugou, just now noticing how tired the blonde actually looked.
"do you want to talk about it?"
he gave a light squeeze to bakugous hand that was still in his. kirishimas hand that grounded him and made him feel safe and accepted.
"about what?!"

"no need to get defensive man. if you don't wanna, that's fine too."
the redhead gave a grin, causing the blonde to shrug and head towards his room.
"don't worry about me."
he muttered, before closing his door. like a normal human would. not slamming it shut like bakugou would.

it was at 2am, five days after bakugou had lost his cool.
kirishima was about to lock his phone and sleep, when a message from bakugou came in.
'can i come over?'
kirishima's face lit up with a signature grin, as he quickly typed his answer.
he heard feet shuffling outside his

door and then there was a single knock, before the blonde entered his room.
"it's messy as fuck in here."
he remarked tiredly, far too exhausted for any more scolding.
"couldn't sleep again?"

bingo.

kirishima had hit the nail on the head.
"what do you mean again?"

"cmon bakugou. i can read you like an open book. i'm not as stupid as i look."
kirishima patted his mattress and bakugou sat down next to him, reaching out his hand shyly yet almost instinctively.
kirishima chuckled and took the calloused hand into his, drawing a single circle

onto the back of bakugous hand with his thumb.
"it haunts me. i know that sounds stupid and made-up but it truly does. the way i felt so helpless and like i couldn't breathe. and then all might retired because of me. i fucking ended an icon. everyone hates me. can't blame them.

i'm pathetic, i can never be number one, i'll never be good enough, i-"
a single sob ripped from his throat as he fell forward, into kirishimas embrace, who slowly rocked them back and forth.
"you're amazing, bakugou. your feelings aren't stupid, they're valid and i don't know

if anyone ever saw you for what you are instead for your quirk. to me, you're already my no.1 hero. my inspiration."
bakugou sat up, staring at his best friend, a furious blush on his cheeks.
"what the fuck are you saying?"
kirishima shrugged and looked at the blonde through his

lashes, nibbling on his lower lip.
"i'm saying that-"
bakugou didn't let him finish, as he spoke up again.
"i'm shit at feelings, but i know what this is. i'm a rude prick and yet here i am with the best person ever. i hope you know what i'm trying to say, kirishima."

"i mean i hope you're trying to say what i want you to say..."
kirishima mumbled, slowly inching even closer to bakugou, who was exuding so much heat, kirishima felt like he was about to melt.
"shit i'm fucking tired kirishima hurry it up or don't man up at all."

way to destroy the mood. the blonde wanted to knock himself out right then, until he heard a giggle and suddenly felt two fingers on his jaw.
"this will be red riots manliest act yet."
it felt like eons passed before kirishimas unexpectedly soft lips met bakugous.

"you're such a loser."
bakugou growled between kisses, causing kirishima to laugh into their next kiss.
"and you're an asshole but you don't see me completely about it, do you?"

before the blonde could clap back, kiri had him pinned to the mattress, a wicked smile

on his lips.
"let's sleep."

bakugou was flustered for a second, before falling silent and then he whispered into the darkness.
"thanks for rescuing me back then."

he felt kirishimas strong arms wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to his chest and pecking his neck.

bakugou kept mumbling, the constant low noise sending kiri off to dreamland, as bakugous lids grew heavier with each of kiris steady heartbeats and his calm breaths.
"i think i love you, hair for brains."

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