Bakugo closed the door behind him, feeling uncomfortable with something he couldn't describe. One side of him was relieved to know that he had done nothing wrong, but the other felt useless for not knowing how to help. And that feeling. The urge to touch him. It was never easy for him to deal with people, that wasn't news to him. But somehow, with Kirishima things were used to hate closeness, but the redhead's presence never bothered him. And above all, no one had ever awakened in him the desire to comfort anyone. But seeing Kirishima discouraged, pathetically embracing his pillow as if he were a little girl made Bakugo want to hug him and punch him at the same time. And that was news to him. He kicked the air in front of him and sighed as the memory of those crimson eyes filled with water appeared in his mind, haunting him like a ghost, twisting his bowels like wet towels. He marched to his room, hands in his pockets, still thinking about what had just blond entered his room, took off his shoes, and opened the windows to feel the night it was the summer, but that night had been hotter than the other days. He started to play with the sweat in his hands, pouring out small blasts, and then gradually lowering them to the level where he could control the heat in his palms. When he was able to soften the heat on his fingers, he began to gently massage his shoulders, letting his mind float with the pleasant sensation. He wondered if he would ever be able to reproduce it in another living thing without hurting it, and immediately his brain filled the gap with the idea of trying on Kirishima. He blushed heavily, shaking his thoughts away. Though it made sense, on account of Kirishima's quirk, Bakugo was not good in matter of intimacy and the thought of sharing it with the redhead made him both uneasy and willing. Anyway, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to ask him later. After all, the bastard was the one with a girlfriend, and Bakugo didn't want to be left behind. Kirishima must have some nice moves since Bakugo could swear weird ears were all over Pikachu and vice-versa. By the way, where had all that begun? He felt like bursting through Kirishima's door to find out, and at the moment the thought crossed his mind, the explosions in his hands suddenly increased without warning, burning his shoulders.
"OUCH! W-WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?" The blonde cursed at the top of his voice for the whole UA to hear.
Worried with his scream, his redhead neighbor opened the window of his own balcony, putting his head out with an inquisitive look.
"Hey man, is everything ok? - Kirishima asked, in a worried tone. Then, he noticed the burns on Bakugo's shoulder and narrowed his brows. - Bro. What the hell just happened?"
"None of your business shittyhead." - Bakugo answered pouting.
The redhead stared at him for a few moments, as if meditating whether to intervene or not. Then an idea occurred to him, and he disappeared saying
"I'll be here in a moment, hold on!"
"MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS, I don't fucking needed it!" Bakugo shouted trying to stop him, but Kirishima was already gone.
Less than five minutes later, there he was, knocking at Bakugo's door, with a worried look on his face and an ice pack in his cursed himself as he walked to the door, and once he opened it, he cursed twice before the face of pity that Kirishima made when he saw his shoulder.
"I said I didn't needed your fucking help." Bakugo said with a frown.
"And you say that I'm the stubborn one." Kirishima said, ignoring the blonde and placing the ice pack on the burn marks in Bakugo's shoulder.
"Ouch!" The blonde complained as the ice first touched the surface of his wounds. "I'm not fucking stubborn, I'm just used to it. It's my fucking quirk, after all." He said he said while giving space for Kirishima to pass.
"And yet you decided to try it on yourself? That doesn't seem very smart" The redhead said, sitting joyfully on Bakugo's bed. "Geez man, I always thought about your room being something more manly, but it's simple as fuck."
"Fuck you. And why the fuck have you fantasized about my room, shittyhead?"
"You didn't left your cave in our first day in the dorms, but we did a bedroom contest and get to see everyone's room, except yours and Tsuyu's. I always thought yours would be more… fierce." The redhead boy said, smiling.
"Huh? The fuck that even mean? And why do you have these on your room anyway?" Bakugo asked pointing to the ice bags as he sat on the floor.
"Even I have muscular pain every now and then." Kirishima said with a grin. "And in case you didn't noticed, I have a massive punch bag in my room who helps to increase them. Taking care of your body is so important as training it! Serious business bro, if you were thinking about managing your own heat why didn't you used one of UA's dummies? I'm sure they would be very less sore than your shoulders."
"I was trying to make it kinder to human skin." The blast boy said shyly looking the other way.
Kirishima raised a brow.
"Why?" The redhead asked, genuinely curious.
"You know. Like, to make my palms warmer to touch without hurting anyone's skin." The blonde said, blushing "Obviously, I didn't managed to do it."
A dark thought crossed Kirishima's head, as he remembered his embarrassing dream about those hands. He straightened himself, coughed and giggled nervously.
"So you're trying to adapt you quirk to some next level reiki stuff? Y-you should try with a stronger human dummy then, haha." The redhead said, nervously scratching his head.
"So, you're in?" Bakugo asked him with a serious look in his face. " You can still feel how much it's bearable to regular people even when you're hard right? It won't actually hurt you but you can sense it, isn't that so?"
"Well, I mean, yes. I could, but when I brought it up I wasn't actually… talking about me?" Kirishima said in a mix of embarrassment and awe. "But, hm. Sure. Why not?"
"Great, give me your hand." Bakugo demanded.
"Wait" Kirishima came closer to reach Bakugo's hands, his heart racing as he activated his quirk on his entire left arm. "Why exactly are we doing this, please?"
Bakugo grabbed Kirishima's right hand with his own, making a shell and concentrating to create the tiny explosions all over again as he analyzed his partner expression.
"Because eventually I'll start going out with some girl, and I don't want burn the shit out of her, that would be fucked up." The blonde started concentrating the first mini explosions, then looked up to measure the redhead's reaction. "How does it go so far?"
"Yeah, that would be kinda problematic" Kirishima said, trying hard to control his quirk and stay put. "It tickles. It's like pop rocks, but on my skin."
-And it's freaking great.- He thought, blushing lightly.
"I'll try to make them even so they come in waves. Tell me if it works." Bakugo said, focused in the boy's right hand. He increased the heat then softened it, inadvertently causing chills on the redhead.
"I-it's still too hot. First it felt like opening the hot shower before the cold water blend in. Then the heat went down, but still not enough. Reduce it. And… spread it trough all your fingers. It's nicer if I can feel the entire touch of your phalanges." Ejiro said, blushing hardly.
"Why?" Bakugo asked without drawing his attention away of Kirishima's hand. He raised a brow. "Does it feels good?"
"It feels better if one can feel the whole extension of the touch." Kirishima said with a low voice, now completely red. "Look bro, I'm giving you sincere feedback here but it's going to get weird if you keep asking things like that."
"Ok, ok, whatever." Bakugo said, calmingly obeying his instructions. He raised his eyes. "Now it's better?"
"Yes." Kirishima mumbled, completely hypnotized by Bakugo's touch. He slowly decreased his own quirk, until his right arm was just a regular piece of human flesh.
"How you do it?" Bakugo asked still concentrated in maintain the heat even in his hands. "I mean, when… you know."
"Well, hahaha… I guess my quirk isn't so aggressive as yours. Unless I decide to use in a offensive way, of course, but in a romantic situation I guess would simply not use it.
-Like now.- Kirishima thought tenderly.
Several minutes passed until Bakugo was convinced he was able to manage his quirk into something pleasurable instead of hurtful, so when it happened, both of them were sleepy. The blonde let go of Kirishima's hand once he was satisfied with his job and stretched lazily.
"You got good at it pretty fast. I'm jealous." The redhead said cheerfully.
"Of course, it's me we're talking about" Bakugo said with a smirk. "I had a good training dummy though." He completed trowing a soda to Kirishima with a smile. "Now get outta here."
"How cold of you, using me as a toy then discarding me like this." Kirishima said, trying to sound offended as he got up and walked to the door.
"Fucking go already!" Bakugo said, laughing.
"Right, right. Good night, bro." The redhead said making his way out.
"Night." The blast boy said with a tiny smile.
Then Kirishima left, closing the door behind him and thinking;
-What on earth just happened?-
