Bakugo felt like he had just stumbled onto death's doorstep and then was thrown into a blender all at once. His body ached and he felt the anxiety start to creep up on him as it usually did at night. However, the blond simply kept his hands in his pockets as he angrily walked down the dormitory hall. He didn't want to accidentally explode something again, he didn't think Aizawa would send him off on another warning.
Like most nights after Bakugo came back from the showers, instead of walking back to his own room, stepping into the nearly untouched dorm, he walked past it. It had been months since he slept in his own dorm. It wasn't anything special or comforting to him; it was just cold. Yet, the four walls were suffocating at night.
Bakugo could count all the times he stayed in his own bed alone while at UA, all ending in some awful nightmare and small explosion marks left on the edges of his comforter.
Simply it just wasn't for him.
Not that he would admit it, however, the night terrors that always overwhelmed him at odd hours were not something he dealt with well on his own, to say the least. He would only be pushed into another awful dream once he tired himself out again.
Kirishima on the other hand had somehow always known what to do when Bakugo woke up to a panic attack or even when he was zoning out and needed something or rather someone to ground him.
So like every night Bakugo snuck into the redhead's dorm—the den of manliness—Bakugo refused to call it that though.
In the safety of the awfully decorated dorm, Bakugo felt himself relax a bit.
"Hey, Bakubabe!" Kirishima greeted him.
Bakugo stared at his boyfriend for a moment. The redhead was laying upside down on his bed and while Bakugo was temporarily distracted by the lack of a shirt he was more concerned for the man's well-being.
"What the fuck are you doing, Shitty-hair?"
Kirishima sat up. "I was waiting for my sweet boyfriend to come back from the showers—so you might have to leave. I don't want him to get any ideas."
Bakugo rolled his eyes.
"You're a dumbass."
"I'm your dumbass."
Bakugo made his way onto his side of the bed, kicking his boyfriend off with a loud thud in the process.
"You've killed me," Kirishima spoke dramatically.
Bakugo rolled his eyes before trying to get comfortable. He was tired from training and it was getting late for him, he had always preferred waking up before the sun so going to bed early was a necessary process for his beauty sleep.
Kirishima got up and without much warning jumped onto the bed, settling on the spot Bakugo was occupying.
"Ouch, Shitty-hair!"
Kirishima laid on top of the blond as if he were a body pillow. To prove his point he let his head rest on the blond's chest for as long as Bakugo would let him.
"Don't you dare say it—"
"You're like my own pillow—"
Bakugo hit him.
"It's okay Kat, some people who have nice tits are mean."
Bakugo cupped his face, pulling the redhead up only to stare at the crimson eyes that met his own. "Simp."
Kirishima kissed him lightly before grinning back at him. "Says the one who crawls into my bed every night and usually acts bratty."
Bakugo pouted. "I do not do that."
Kirishima leaned down kissing along the blond's jaw and down his neck. "You totally do, babe."
"I do no such thing—"
Kirishima pulled back and laid down beside him instead, leaving the blond with no contact. He simply grinned at the frown on his boyfriend's face.
"Why the fuck did you stop kissing me, Dumb-hair?!"
"Because clearly, it wouldn't bother you, right?" Kiri asked innocently, knowing damn well it would bother him.
It was early on in the relationship that Kirishima learned how much Bakugo liked affection—at least from him. Other people not so much.
"Eijiro," Bakugo warned.
Kirishima sighed loudly and with enough dramatic energy to make Presentation Michael jealous. "Kats, you can't just say my name like that—you know it's not fair!"
The blond crossed his arms with his signature glare. "All is fair when you stop kissing me. It's fucking rude."
"Just admit you're a brat or let me touch—"
"Don't you dare—"
Kirishima ignored him and made a squeezing gesture to the air as he continued. "Let me touch the titties."
"I hate you," Bakugo grumbled.
"You love me~" Kirishima sang to him sweetly.
"Fuck you."
"I mean if you're offering, I'm game bro."
"Don't call me 'bro' if you want in my pants."
"Is that a yes?" Kirishima asked, hopeful that the blond wasn't joking with his comment.
"Obviously."
"Does that mean I can—"
Bakugo rolled his eyes. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged it off revealing what Kirishima craved to see.
Kirishima scrambled up, nearly falling off the bed again. He watched as the shirt was thrown to his favorite place for Bakugo's shirts to be thrown, onto the floor.
"Don't get drool on me," Bakugo smirked, catching the look on his boyfriend's face.
He knew if anyone else looked at him the way Kirishima was he would waste no time in making them regret that decision. However, when the redhead did it Bakugo simply found himself excited by the hungry stare. "Fuck sake are you going to—"
Kirishima cut him off by tilting the blond's head up as he leaned down to kiss him. Soft at first as Kirishima ran his hands along the two horizontal scars under Bakugo's pecs.
Bakugo let out a small sigh of contentment once his boyfriend's tongue swiped over his rough lips. Greedily Bakugo pulled his boyfriend on top of him and opened his own mouth tasting more of everything that was Eijiro Kirishima.
"Eager tonight aren't we?" Kiri laughed teasingly as he pulled back to see the blush on Katsuki's face.
"Ei so fucking help me if you don't—"
"Don't what Bakubabe?"
Bakugo pushed Kiri off of him enough to sit up again. "That's it I am leaving—"
Without warning Kirishima put his hand down Bakugo's pants, shutting the blond up.
"Just lay back and relax," Kirishima spoke softly.
"Says the one with his hand down my pants."
"What, would you rather it be my mouth?" Kirishima offered.
Bakugo's face turned as crimson as his boyfriend's red hair. Kirishima loved it when he was the one who got that kind of reaction out of him. He was able to get the explosive angry blond to blush bright red with little effort.
"You know you're a dick," Bakugo grumbled, turning away.
Kirishima with his hand still down the front of his boyfriend's boxers leaned up and kissed the boy softly. His eyes closed as their lips met and for a moment nothing was real. Both pressing pause to anything around them.
"My dick is one of the things you love about me though," Kirishima muttered when he pulled back from the kiss.
Bakugo rolled his eyes. His boyfriend was being impossible and it was getting too late for this shit. "For the love of fuck Ei, start moving your fucking hand or take it out of my damn pants—" he was cut off as his boyfriend did just that.
A moan suddenly escaped Bakugo's mouth as he felt his boyfriend brush over his cunt before he was being kissed again.
Kirishima always loved Bakugo's chest and he did a poor job at hiding it. It took months for him to be able to look at the blond in his hero costume without making it completely obvious that he was hard—and not because of his quirk.
But now with full reign to touch, kiss, lick, or bite whatever he wanted was all he could ask for when he bit down on the blond's shoulder.
"Watch the teeth," Bakugo said with a gasp. His face was flushed perfectly pink when Kirishima pulled back.
"You like when I mark you," he teased knowing damn well he was correct.
Bakugo only glared and pulled him back down for a kiss. "If you don't get to fucking me I am leaving you."
It was an empty threat and they both knew it. Kirishima without hesitation pulled Bakugo's pants off, nearly throwing him onto the floor in the process.
"Watch it," Bakugo warned.
Kirishima settled between his boyfriend's legs. "You good?" Even if they had hooked up countless times over their years of dating and even the few times before they weren't dating; Kirishima always made sure he was in agreement before they did anything.
"As if I would have my thighs around your fucking head if I wasn't." With that Bakugo pushed Kirishima's head down and the redhead got to work. He wasted no time in blowing his boyfriend. His tongue licked up his folds slowly until he finally sucked on his clit while his boyfriend let out a series of moans in the process.
"Fuck, Eijiro!" The voice was like honey and Kirishima loved every second he got such a reaction out of Bakugo-Doesn't-Show-Any-Emotion-Other-Than-Anger-Katsuki.
He was able to see the blush cover his boyfriend's face and hear the sounds that unwillingly escaped his mouth. Kirishima couldn't ask for more.
He wrapped his arms around Bakugo's legs pulling his hips up for a better angle. The blond was torn between a glare of being moved and the wave of pleasure he got when he felt Kirishima's tongue enter him again.
Lapping at his entrance as Kirishima noticed his boyfriend's breathing getting heavier. Small crackles came from his hands like pop rocks being thrown into water.
Bakugo closed his legs around Kirishima's head as he came biting into one of the pillows to muffle himself a little. He pulled Kirishima up once his breathing was better only to be met with his boyfriend grinning at him like a total dumbass.
"Stop smirking like a damn idiot!"
Kirishima kissed him on the cheek, completely unbothered.
The blond only glared at him but before Kirishima could really respond Bakugo was getting up and Kirishima was suddenly pushed onto his back. Bakugo climbed on top of him. The blond ran his hands down Kirishima's abs as he fought back the urge to lick them.
He moved rubbing over Kirishima's erection with his ass and smirking devilishly when he got a curse in return. He would never admit how much he liked when Kirishima cursed, so instead, he made a game of it when they were like this.
"What's wrong hair for brains?" Bakugo moved again. "You want me to ride you? Let you cum inside me?"
Kirishima didn't trust his voice enough to answer that. He felt as if he were the one with the explosion quirk and that he was going to blow up any moment if his boyfriend kept moving on him like that.
Bakugo might have been a bottom, but he was still the one in charge. Whatever he said, Kirishima knew he would have agreed to it without any hesitation.
"Answer me," Bakugo reached up, twisting his boyfriend's nipples hard enough to get an involuntary gasp.
"Y-yes. Ride me, Katsuki," he managed out.
Bakugo smirked and leaned down kissing Kirishima, letting his teeth pull on the redhead's bottom lip as he pulled back.
The blond sank down onto his boyfriend slowly getting used to the stretch. His legs already felt like shit from training, but fuck did he love the feeling of his boyfriend's cock inside him. All of the anger and frustrations of his day seemed to fade away bit by bit as Bakugo finally relaxed.
Kirishima fought the urge to move his hips up for any form of movement. Bakugo was so warm and tight Kirishima needed to move he needed some kind of friction. As if sensing that Bakugo started moving slowly until he was nearly bouncing on his dick.
Kirishima hardening parts of his body where Bakugo's sweaty hands rested. Soon Kirishima was thrusting up into Bakugo as he came down on him. Few things were gentle when they fucked, both chasing the other one's pleasure by whatever means necessary.
Kirishima brought Bakugo down for a kiss, the blond could taste himself from earlier. However, he didn't even care when he felt the dick in him twitch and warm liquid spilled into him. He felt his pussy clench around his boyfriend's dick milking it for everything he could. Craving to be filled.
For once he was thankful for the awkwardness of the time his mom forced him to the doctor and was practically thrown birth control before he was sent away to the dorms. It was definitely worth the lectures the old hag gave him then.
Now in bed, his boyfriend's cum inside of him and warm hands on his waist. They both took a moment to get control of themselves again. They stayed like that for a while until Bakugo finally got enough energy to roll off of his boyfriend, feeling cum spill out of him with the movement. He was too tired to even care about the mess.
Kirishima turned over and kissed him this time much softer, cupping his face before getting up. He knew Bakugo would be grumpy in the morning if they didn't clean up, no matter how many times he protested that he wouldn't.
Kirishima got them both cleaned up the best he could without having to leave the dorm room.
"I am not sleeping on dirty sheets," Bakugo muttered.
"Didn't know you were such a pillow prince," Kirishima chuckled.
Kiri pulled the stained sheets off, throwing them into the pile of laundry that needed to be done, and replaced them with another obnoxiously red pair of Crimson Riot themed sheets.
"Excuse me for wanting sheets without cum on," Bakugo growled.
Neither bothered with clothes as they climbed back into bed. Bakugo laying in the back close to the wall as he pulled his boyfriend back into his chest and wrapping an arm around Eijiro's waist.
Kirishima chuckled at the affection. "Love you, Katsuki."
Bakugo kissed him on the shoulder before cuddling into his touch even more. "Love you too, Eijiro."
—
Denki woke up suddenly, sending a small shock to the purple-haired boy who had his arms wrapped around his waist. Denki looked around his boyfriend's room not wanting to get up or move out of the warm embrace.
He wasn't supposed to be there. Apparently, Shinso had a 'no loud blond' rule by his dad. Clearly, it was not a rule he listened to since he and Denki would take turns sleeping in the other's dorms when given the opportunity.
It was much easier for Denki to get up in the mornings and sneak back than it was for Shinso to do the same. Usually, they stayed in the purple-haired boy's room.
Denki was almost lulled back to sleep by the content purring of one of the cats Shinso hid in his dorm—or at least he assumed it was the cat. He wouldn't have been surprised if it was his boyfriend's soft snores that resembled purring.
"Hitoshi," Denki whispered. He wasn't sure why he was whispering if he was trying to wake his boyfriend. So he sent a small zap to the arms that were wrapped around him.
Shinso groaned, clearly used to the action by now. It wasn't painful just enough to get his attention. Like a shock he got when dragging his feet over carpet with fluffy socks on then touching a light switch. A small sting danced across his skin.
"I need to leave before your dad gets up. Him and Hizashi are on duty this weekend to stay in the dorms. Unless you want them knowing how utterly in love—completely fallen for a loud blond, you are~" Denki sang.
Shinso let him go. "Please don't sing this early in the morning."
Denki simply kissed him on the nose and got up. He managed to find most of his clothes—usually leaving something behind, even when he usually thought he had everything with him. It was amazing how they didn't get caught with the number of random clothes Denki kept in Hitoshi's room.
The blond opened the door slowly and cautiously as he stepped out looking into the empty hall. No one was in sight as usual at the early hour.
When Denki got to his own door, however, he came to realize he left the key inside. He only ever locked his door when he wasn't there at night, that way no one could barge in thinking he was missing or something when they noticed that he wasn't there.
"Shit," he muttered. He didn't want to wake Dadzawa or Papazashi but he also didn't want to sit in the common room by himself for the next three or more hours until one of his friends came out to join him. He looked down the hall and hoped to get the other blond on a good day as the awful idea came to mind.
Denki walked to Bakugo's room.
The angry blond was the only person crazy enough to be awake at such an hour. It was probably out of pure spite—towards what Denki didn't know and wasn't going to ask.
He knocked lightly on the door not wanting to wake anyone else. When he was only met with silence he decided to just try and open the door. If he was met with an explosion to the face he could hopefully duck in time and run off to safety.
The door was unlocked. Denki walked in only to find the room dark and the bed perfectly made. Either Bakugo got up a lot earlier than Denki thought or he had never slept in his bed.
Denki looked around the room but found no sign that Bakugo had been there last night.
Weird.
Denki tried not to panic as he walked out to the common room to check and see if Bakugo had got up to get something to drink or maybe make breakfast before anyone noticed and started to ask if he would make them something. Unless Kirishima was there to push Bakugo, he usually just stormed off with enough food for himself.
No one was up yet.
All the lights were off, only dim lighting lining the hall remained on.
Denki jumped when he saw a figure passed out on the kitchen counter move. Naturally, he decided to poke them. Walking closer he realized it was Sero so having his fun, Denki pushed him off the counter with a thud.
"Que?" Sero groaned at the rude morning call.
"Dude, we have a problem," Denki wasted no time in telling Sero about Bakugo. Sero still half asleep and kinda in pain from the fall, simply nodded. That was what led them to Mina's room and somehow along the way of waking the pink-haired girl Shinso was up and joining them in the search.
Denki didn't question the cat that was fast asleep in his boyfriend's arms as they walked back down the hall.
"Did you ask Kiri?" Mina asked.
Denki shook his head.
"You didn't ask the one person who always knows where that asshole is, if he saw him?" Shinso clarified.
"Well, I didn't think it through—Sero was the first one I saw, then we got Mina—my point is, I didn't."
Shinso rolled his eyes. Sometimes his boyfriend could be a bit oblivious sometimes. Shinso knew it was nothing, even if Bakugo was missing it's not like they wouldn't return him at some point. However, Shinso followed his boyfriend and friends down the hall. They walked to Kirishima's room and knocked. They waited patiently for a total of three seconds until knocking again. Nothing happened. They might have started to panic at this point.
"What if there was a villain after them and Kirishima saw Bakugo was gone and then they got him too?!" Mina covered Sero's mouth.
"You need to be quiet. We don't know they're gone," Mina whispered.
"Just pick the lock and search the room," Shinso interrupted.
They stepped back and all looked at Denki. "Oh come on why me? I got in trouble the last time."
"Just unlock the door," Mina sighed.
Denki looked down at the lock and sighed in defeat. He took a pin out of his hair. Using his quirk he managed to break the lock and fall into the room face first as he did so. Shinso stayed back with his boyfriend that was now muttering incoherently as Sero and Mina rushed into the room.
Their screams were no doubt heard by the nearby rooms, however, if it woke anyone they never came out to bother the group at least.
Kirishima was safely in his bed, covers pulled up so only his head peeked out of the sheets.
"Kirishima!" Mina and Sero yelled at the same time.
Shinso helped Denki up and into the room as they saw the sight in front of them.
Kirishima looked as if he saw a ghost when he opened his eyes to see all of his friends suddenly in his room. He didn't move or react to the shouts and screams of his friends.
"Bakugo isn't in his room. He is missing!" Denki yelled.
It was then Shinso saw it. A puff of blond hair behind Kirishima. It was barely noticeable given the shitty lighting, however, Shinso smirked putting two and two together. The mess of clothes on the floor along with a shirt that looked oddly similar to the skull one Bakugo wore all the time.
Shinso knew the others hadn't seen Bakugo yet and he was half tempted to take a picture of the sight for blackmail. However, the angry blond gave his own spot away and sat up taking half of the covers with him in the process. "YOU DAMN IDIOTS!" Bakugo yelled.
Kirishima tried to comfort Bakugo but the blond slapped his hand away. "You're telling me, Pikachu, that you picked the lock here but not for your own dorm?!" Bakugo yelled and looked as if he were going to chase after his friends.
Kirishima grabbed Bakugo by the waist as the blond tried to get out of the bed to blow up the human charger for waking him.
"Now now, Bakugo. You don't want to let something slip," Shinso chuckled.
Bakugo looked down at the sheets that were starting to slip before he quickly wrapped them around him and Kirishima again.
Mina high fives Shinso at the comment.
"I am going to murder all of you—"
Kirishima kissed Bakugo on the cheek.
They all watched as Bakugo was momentarily not yelling and no longer trying to get out of Kirishima's arms.
"Can you guys go? I'll calm Kats down and then we can go for breakfast all together and talk—" Kirishima was cut off.
"Like hell, I'd agree to that—" Kirishima kissed him again, small explosive hand gestures were made and followed with crackles in the air. However, Bakugo calmed down again. It was like another power that only Kirishima had the ability to use.
"You're so whipped bro," Sero muttered with an amused look.
Bakugo watched the extras leave as he sent a glare in their direction. If he had pants on he would have ran after them.
Instead when they were out of sight Bakugo leaded back into Kirishima who wrapped his arms around the blond less aggressively. "They broke my lock," Kirishima chuckled.
"Dumbasses," Bakugo commented. Though he was much calmer now.
Kirishima knew the anger would come back again when they got up. Kirishima let his boyfriend go as he got up only to crawl back into bed pulling the soft sheets over the both of them as he settled on top of Bakugo.
"You can't be serious," Bakugo looked at him quizzically.
"Why not? You need some kind of release or you're going to blow someone up—and I don't really want another hole in my dorm room."
"You don't have a working lock," Bakugo states.
"We'll be quick."
Bakugo glared at him. "You're putting too much trust in a bedsheet."
"Do you want me to suck you off or not?"
Bakugo glared at him for a moment. "Fine, just put your damn pretty mouth to good use."
Kirishima kissed him before he settled between Bakugo's thighs.
—
"I think he killed Kiri," Denki muttered.
It had been fifteen minutes of the bakusquad meeting in the common room after they all changed out of their pajamas.
To say they were all a bit shocked when Kirishima finally walked into sight with a much calmer Bakugo following behind him was an understatement.
Mina and Shinso smirked at the clothes Bakugo had most likely taken from the redhead's closet. The hoodie was two sizes too big on him and there was no way Bakugo-Whose-Parents-Are-Literal-Fashion-Designers-Katsuiki owned a pair of crocs nor did the Bakusquad know how Kiri got him to wear them.
They all seemed to notice the silence. Bakugo wasn't yelling at them again and they all looked over at Kirishima, amazed at whatever was keeping the blond from yelling at them for walking in on the two cuddling.
"You damn extras just going to stare or are we getting breakfast?" Bakugo finally asked. He didn't like them looking at his boyfriend like that. As if Kirishima tamed the dog that bites everyone else. It might have been a little true but they didn't need to draw attention to it.
"Right," Mina shook herself out of all the questions she wanted to ask. She knew there was something between them, all of UA knew that much. She just always kinda assumed they were both just oblivious when it came to the other's feelings.
They all headed out of the dorms—more like leaving a note and sneaking out to get breakfast.
Bakugo and Kirishima walked behind their friends. "Fucking hold my hand, Shitty-hair!" Bakugo commented to his boyfriend.
Kirishima grinned and happily did as the blond more or less told him to.