a month after summer break kirishima has gotten used to knocking on bkg’s door when he hears explosions in the night and figures it’s a nightmare again that made bkg knock on his door tonight, so when he meets eye bkg’s eyes and sees him start to sob, he doesn’t know what to do

fully, no idea what to do. bkg’s all scraped up nd bandaged and kirishima clumsily catches him before he falls through the door but he can’t piece together what’s going on at all, and it’s instinct and his still hazy mind making him say “whoa, hey, whoa, don’t cry, are you okay?”

it doesn’t really help his confusion about the situation that bkg just grips him tighter, but it does make one thing clear - whatever’s going on, bkg came to him for help, and what he needs to do is to let him into his room. and to stop babbling already

kirishima asks him if he wants to talk when they land on his bed and bkg doesn’t say anything, and because the lights are already off anyway kirishima decides not to push it. maybe he just needs to sleep

there is one thing, though. usually, kirishima wakes up to bkg clinging to him, and usually with all the blankets kicked to the floor. before they fall asleep, bkg stays as far away from him as possible

not tonight, though. bkg doesn’t move from his side even for a second, and neither of them fall asleep until kirishima’s arms are around him

they don’t talk abt it when they wake up- bkg doesn’t give him more than an “aren’t you going to class?” & a grunt as he rolls out of bed back to his own room

the morning sun’s just starting to slice through the room. when he stares too long, kirishima thinks he’s still dreaming

kirishima will find out about the fight from hound dog’s attempt at a speech and the two glaring empty seats, but he won’t find out until years later that that’s why bkg stopped in front of his room that night. because he /didn’t/ know anything.

that bakugou received very clear instructions to return straight to his room, but paused - and then kirishima opened the door, half asleep and sheet-tousled in an old t-shirt, and knowing nothing about one for all and legacy and barely anything about he and deku’s history

everything that felt...huge, and consuming, like sludge and black smoke in his throat. everything he knew he fucked up that he thought he’d never get past. kirishima didn’t know about any of it, and he opened his door for him.

that was one thing, at least.

twitter thread about how horse intimacy post made me think very hard about my completely unrealistic post-dvk2 krbk bed-sharing headcanon