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when bakugou and kirishima first hold hands - without /any/ intention, except for wanting that contact: not when kirishima had soared through nights skies with villains crawling bellow, but with the intent to /hold hands,/ nothing more: is when they are both eighteen. https://twitter.com/gummyconcrete/status/1322261005968187392">https://twitter.com/gummyconc...
they& #39;re at graduation, and the procession is over. they watch the ceremony wrap up and clear out bellow them, as they stand out on the balcony of the hall.
there& #39;s curtains, and the lights are shutting off as time ticks by.
their hands are on the railing.
there& #39;s curtains, and the lights are shutting off as time ticks by.
their hands are on the railing.
kirishima& #39;s fingers inch towards bakugou first - but they stop, he breathes, holds - and waits for bakugou to take him up on it.
it& #39;s a game of chess, of sacrificial pawns and calculated moves and it /feels/ complicated, when kirishima doesn& #39;t want it to be.
which is why he dares.
which is why he dares.
he dares move without a care for the rules. he dares let himself forget the checkerboard of black and white.
he only has bakugou: the curve of his jaw, the set of his cheekbones, his unruly tufts of hair settled on temples.
kirishima dares, for bakugou.
he only has bakugou: the curve of his jaw, the set of his cheekbones, his unruly tufts of hair settled on temples.
kirishima dares, for bakugou.
and bakugou takes him up on it, after a lull - an inhalation of breath, somewhere a neighborhood dog barks and the lights switch off downstairs.
kirishima only sees the curve of one of bakugou& #39;s cheeks, caught in ambient light, he guesses the rest.
kirishima only sees the curve of one of bakugou& #39;s cheeks, caught in ambient light, he guesses the rest.
but bakugou takes him up on it, and it& #39;s a brush of pinkies. a burn of contact. kirishima drowns in the warmth and his skin hardens, toughens up and pushes out to stone, ridges and edges becoming defined.
bakugou slips his fingers into kirishima& #39;s hardened digits anyway.
bakugou slips his fingers into kirishima& #39;s hardened digits anyway.
and they hold this, quietly.
in silence, save for the race of their heartbeats - bakugou holds onto kirishima& #39;s hardened hand.
in silence, save for the race of their heartbeats - bakugou holds onto kirishima& #39;s hardened hand.
edit: i wrote the word below as bellow because my stupid trilingual brain only is wired for phonetic languages forgive me
