After an awkwardly silent walk back to the dorms, both boys go their separate ways to get cleaned off. Kirishima's mind was a buzz, what did this mean for them, did it make them more than friends, did that make him...gay? The tingle from the warm water reminding him of the response sent through his body when his lips met with his best friends. His face turned red as he sunk lower into the bath, "well this is just great." He says to himself, before submerging himself up to his nose.
He spends another half hour soaking in his thoughts, before he makes his chilling rise into the cooler air around him. Quickly drying himself and roughing the towel through his hair. When it is reasonably dry, he ties his white bandana in his hair to keep it from falling down completely. His stomach growling as he slides into a pair of athletic shorts and a cut off shirt.
He makes his way from the bathroom to the kitchen area, empty since most of the class had eaten already. He quickly reheats some food he gotten at the store this weekend. A nice piece of meat always did the body good. He stares at the turning tray as the timer seems to take forever to count it's way down. His stomach grumbling as the buzzer finally sounds and he takes out his food. He smiles as he looks down and grabs it, pulling it out of the microwave.
"Don't eat that loser, it's probably gone bad." A familiar gruff and teasing voice sounds from behind him, making him lose his wit and his grip on his food. Kirishima turns around to find the blonde staring him up and down and looking a little irritated. "Don't you know how to care for yourself."
Kirishima feels his whole body grow a little tense as he meets the red eyes looking over at him. "No… I am just trying to make sure it all gets eaten."
"Im not letting you get sick, throw it away" He says as he moves himself into the kitchen and grabs items out of the fridge and cupboards.
"But Bakugou isn't that your own personal stuff?" Kiri asks a little concerned, rubbing the back of his neck.
A red flush grows over the other boys face, "Just let me do it hair for brains." His voice not as brash as it normally is. His eyes and hands focusing on the preparation of the food. Kirishima watches his skilled hands move the blade quickly chopping up little bits of vegetables. In no time the prep is done, he pours the olive oil into the pan and starts to brown the meat, a fresh aroma fills the air and makes the redhead's stomach grumble. It doesn't take long for the stir fry to finnish cooking. Bakugou plates it and places it in front of Kirishima and a small smirk making its way up his face.
"Oh my god bro, this is incredible." He doesn't take anytime to grab a fork and start digging in. Bakugou starts to eat as well as he lets his eyes watch the excitable man in front of him.
"Slow down your gonna choke and die." he rumbles gruffly into his food.
"Sorry man, but it just tastes so good." He says with a big wide smile, and Bakugou felt his whole chest tense up. Kirishima slows his eating as he raises his eyes to look over at Bakugou, he feels his heart beat faster. There is a tension that falls on the room as the quietest sound of chewing is all that can be heard. Kirishima take a deep breath, just a few seconds of courage he chants to himself. He looks over at the blonde, "so are we going to talk about what happened today?"
Bakugou feels his breath grow short as he tries to let out the tension he had been holding. "Do we need to, what about it. Come on shit hair, I've known you've been into me for a while, your pathetic blushing gives you away." He says not even looking up to meet the other boys eyes.
Kirishima's mind starts to race as he wonders just how obvious he was being. So many questions fill his mind, but the biggest one escapes his mouth without much thought. "So do you feel the same?" He wanted to pull the words back, his face matching the color of his hair dye. Bakugou stopped chewing and slowly looks up at him.
The thoughts and feelings of today had cast a huge weight on his shoulders. Some many days spent wondering alone, about who he was. The feelings make their way out of his mouth as if it is was completely natural. "I don't know what I am shit hair, this has been bothering me, I don't know if I want to say I'm gay, or whatever, but I don't regret it. I don't do things I don't mean."
Kirishima could feel his heart race as he felt closer to the explosive boy than he ever had before, this was one of the first times Bakugou had really opened up to him. He wanted to hug him, to hold him, to kiss him. His mind racing. He looked back over, Bakugou's eyes focusing on his plate again as he worked at getting the last scraps of food into his mouth.
"If it makes you feel better.." Did he want to say this, would it make things better or worse? "I.. I don't know what to call myself either. It has been bothering me too, for a while now. But maybe we don't have to call it anything, maybe we can just be together. Feelings are feelings right?" The words frightened him, what if Bakugou didn't agree, he was wildly focused on his future as a pro hero, would he even want a relationship. The silence felt like an eternity, and Kirishima finally looked up surprised to meet the eyes of the boy he confessed too.
Bakugou's face felt warm as his heart skipped and he felt his whole body tense. "Well I guess if we both feel this way, it only makes sense that we explore it more." He darts his eyes away, vulnerability was not a comfortable place to be for him. He slowly rose from the chair and closed the space between them, each step feeling a bit lighter than the last, as he finally got to Kirishima. In his closeness he could see the sag of his unspiked hair and it made him flush. He didn't know what to do, he had never done anything like this before, but his gut lead him to lean in and place a kiss on the surprised lips of his partner. A flutter filling both of their stomachs, as Kirishima wrapped his arms around Bakugou's waist pulling him quickly onto his lap as he deepened the kiss. Both boys learning from each other as their lips moved across the others. They continued this exchange for a few minutes and both pull away, foreheads touching as their breath mixes with each other. Kirishima tightens his grasp on his partner and holds the blonde head to his chest, enjoying the moment. Bakugou listens to Kirishima's heart pound intensely from behind his strong chest, and for a moment that is all he could focus on.