bakugou is scrolling on his phone, about to go to sleep, when his messaging app pops up with an incoming call from kirishima.

he stares at it. it's probably about the homework. it usually is, and he usually answers.

but suddenly, he feels a little mischievous.

he declines it.

the notification disappears. he waits, straining his ears: there, a shuffling next door.

[video call from kirishima]

immediately, he declines it again, fast enough that it's obviously intentional.

and it gets him what he wants: a confused "what?" through the thin wall.

bakugou snorts, oddly triumphant. kirishima sounded so offended! look who's gotten spoiled, getting their calls answered every night.

[video call from kirishima]

declined.

"bakugou?" kirishima knocks against the wall. "dude??"

bakugou can't help it; he barks out a laugh.

kirishima tries calling again. bakugou declines it. call. decline. call. decline.

every time that red button is pressed, kirishima whines through the wall, sounding like a neglected puppy, and bakugou is breathless with incomprehensible glee. this is too fun, what the fuck.

"bakugouuu." kirishima's groan is muffled, childish. "answer meee, this is important!! stop laughing!"

bakugou can't. he sounds awful, like he's suffocating. he's fucking honking like a seal. it's just--something about kirishima acting like this is so /cute/ that it's funny.

kirishima calls him /again/. why doesn't the dumbass just walk over here??

bakugou waits. lets him hope. then declines the call.

"noo!!" kirishima cries.

bakugou rolls over in bed, hands clapped over his mouth, breathless with mirth. he's gonna pop a vein, shit.

he can't explain it, he doesn't understand why he finds this so hilarious, why kirishima's confused complaints and the pout he's probably wearing right now fill his stomach with a light, bubbling feeling--

all he knows is that this is fun. kirishima's made this boring night fun.

he's too busy giggling to himself to notice the door swinging open, and the footsteps that pause at the threshold.

so he's caught unaware when kirishima leans over him and boxes him in with his arms.

"bakugou," he says, and yes, he's wearing the pout bakugou imagined. "/why?/"

it's literally physically impossible to keep the laughter from bursting out of his chest. kirishima's expression grows long-suffering. he drops his head to bakugou's trembling shoulder with a sigh.

"fuck," bakugou gasps, "holy fuck, kirishima, your /face./"

"yeah yeah, you've had your fun," kirishima grouses into his neck, "now will you help me with math or not?"

his breath tickles and bakugou squirms away, sputtering, hands grasping at kirishima's tshirt, not quite pushing or pulling. just holding.

kirishima's mouth quirks up at the corner. he drops down to his elbows, weight settling fully onto bakugou, and noses at his cheek.

"you're insufferable sometimes, blasty," he mumbles, "y'know that?"

bakugou huffs and bites gently at kirishima's jaw. "and you're needy."

but it's him who tangles their legs together, it's him that pulls the covers over them. it's bakugou that resists when kirishima tries to pull back.

"I still got the worksheet to do," he protests. "not that I don't wanna, but seriously, help me out here, man."

bakugou makes a beeping noise. "declined."

"katsuki," kirishima says, pained. "this is a verbal conversation."

he tries to detach them again but bakugou tightens his legs around kirishima's waist. "stop tryna leave, fucker."

"but my /grades/, dude."

"but your /boyfriend/, ei." bakugou nips at kirishima's throat. "always complaining that I don't touch you, but now you wanna go?"

kirishima's face crumples, defeated. bakugou grins.

"okay, but if ectoplasm scolds me, it's your fault."

"he won't, we'll wake up early to finish it," bakugou says, words soft against kirishima's lips.

any protests kirishima has about that is swallowed up in a kiss.

the next time kirishima calls for help, bakugou locks the door before declining it.

kirishima runs into the door expecting it to open, and bakugou collapses onto the floor, howling with laughter.

the night after that, kirishima tries coming in through the balcony. it's locked.

bakugou waves cheekily from the other side. he looks away when kirishima presses his essay to the window, jabbing plaintively at it.

"I just need your opinion on it!" kirishima pleads through the glass. "five minutes, I swear."

"should've asked me when you were here earlier."

"I wasn't done then!"

bakugou locks eyes with him and pulls the curtain shut, grinning.

(he does get kirishima to send it over for him to skim, though. he's not trying to be mean, he's just...teasing. now he gets why kirishima does it all the time.)

the night after that, kirishima hesitates before leaving bakugou's room after their study session.

"you're not gonna lock me out again, are you?" he asks. "I finished everything today, I thought I could spend the night."

"sure, whatever," says bakugou, head buried in a book.

"okay, be right back!"

the door and window are both locked and reinforced when kirishima comes back.

his groan of exasperation is so loud that shoji comes out asking if he's okay. bakugou listens to kirishima trying to explain himself and cackles into his pillow.

[7:56pm] ei:
I just wanted to cuddle bro!!

[7:56pm] me:


[7:56pm] ei:
katsukiii

[7:57pm] me:
no

[7:57pm] ei:
KATSUKIFBSHCJFHHWHF

unfortunately, the game stops the next night, because kirishima refuses to leave his room after their study session.

he finishes his work in record time and brushes his teeth in bakugou's bathroom, standing in the doorway like he's afraid bakugou might lock him in there.

but nothing happens. bakugou lets him change into his pajamas without fuss, lets him into the bed without a word. kirishima curls around him, smug.

"I win," he sings into bakugou's hair. "can't keep me out now! I'll never go back to my room, just watch."

bakugou's mouth twitches. fuck, he really loves this idiot. "shit, you got me," he drawls. "my boyfriend? refusing to leave and cuddling me every night? how awful."

"...hold on." kirishima's head pops up, eyes narrowed. "did you--did plan this??"

"I wonder," he muses. he turns over, pulling kirishima's arm around him. "night, ei."

"katsuki. katsuki, if you wanted me to stay over more, why didn't you just ask? dude, answer me. I know you're not asleep. babe? hello?? bro???"

bakugou falls asleep smiling.

fin.