Kirishima cupped his boyfriend's cheeks in his hands, admiring each little freckle that donned his pale skin. He found himself smiling each time he did this in the morning, no matter how annoyed or angry Bakugo got with him; he never pulled away or stopped him, though.
That morning was different though, because Bakugo didn't say anything as Kirishima held him. Instead, they just looked at each other, lovingly, for what seemed like hours. He didn't know what prompted the change in Bakugo's behavior, but Kirishima didn't mind one bit.
"Bakugo?"
"Mmh?"
"Can I kiss you?"
Silence fell over them again, and Kirishima began to feel the heat in Bakugo's cheeks before the red gave him away; it was cute, he thought, just how embarrassed his boyfriend could get over something they've done perhaps millions of times.
"Yeah," he finally said, squeezing his eyes shut as if it was a nuisance to him. Kirishima only grinned, overjoyed by every moment he spent with Bakugo.
He leaned forward and pressed their lips together—it lasted a moment, but felt like forever. Slowly, the two began to figure out that that was how every moment spent together felt.
After they pulled away again, Kirishima dared to continue, pressing soft kisses along Bakugo's cheeks and every other inch of skin along his face and neck that was dusted with dark, beautiful spots.
"Oi," the blond started, but his protests fell short under the sound of Kirishima's breath alongside his own.
"Yeah...?"
"Nothing."
Kirishima laughed, sliding his hands down to Bakugo's shoulders. He locked eyes with the latter as if to ask for something a little more, and earned a subtle nod. He was ecstatic.
He held Bakugo's hands in his own, interlocking their fingers as he kissed him once again; this time, Kirishima indulged a little further.
"...Bakugo?"
"Yeah?"
"I love your freckles."
Bakugo sat up and rubbed the back of his neck, eyebrows knit together in a mixture of confusion and annoyance. "My freckles, huh? Must be real fuckin' fond of 'em to stay with me for this long, then."
Kirishima chuckled again, turning over onto his side in the bed. He reached up and brushed his thumb against Bakugo's cheek. "Oh, shut up. I love all of you, Baku. Your freckles are just a bonus."
"Hah? That so?" Bakugo grinned and leaned down, attacking the redhead's face with a bombard of butterfly kisses. "I think you're a bonus all on your own, Kiri. How'd someone like you get stuck with me?"
"Hmm...just luck, I guess?"
"Shitty luck, then. Just like your hair."
Kirishima gasped and sat up. "You take that back!" He scolded, despite laughing between the words.
"Hmm? You gonna make me?" Bakugo leaned closer, gently knocking his forehead against Kirishima's.
"You know you can't resist me, Baku." Kirishima huffed slightly, and waited.
Bakugo got the message; he gave in and pressed his lips down against Kirishima's for the billionth time that morning, and savored them.
"You've got me there."