Summary: Prepared with snacks, games, and the means to shut up Katsuki Bakugo of all people, Kirishima puts a plan in action under the guise of needing help with his schoolwork for the break.
Kirishima had his bag slung over his shoulder, which had his textbook for his schoolwork, and an extra controller for the system in Bakugo's room, because he knew that Katsuki had never even attempted to go out and buy a second one. It also held snacks, some of which Yaoyorozu made for him because she was much too nice for her own good. When Kirishima had told her he was gonna spend the next day or so cranking out his homework, she got oddly excited and said she was happy that he was beginning to take his schoolwork a bit more seriously. It made him feel a little guilty, knowing that his entire plan was just to mess with Bakugo.
Grinning his signature grin, Kirishima leaned against the wall next to Bakugo's door and knocked on it lightly. From inside, he could hear the muffled sound of what sounded like rock music but it was immediately turned off once he'd finished knocking. After that, there was a string of colorful curses, ranging from 'Who the FUCK...' to 'I'm gonna fuckin' KILL whoever...'.
If he was anyone else, Kirishima would've been worried. Just about everyone in their class had been on the receiving end of 'Lord Explosion Murder's' famous rants, including Kirishima himself. However, none of the others really had the same edge when it came to Bakugo that Kirishima had. It was almost as if the always-chipper boy had some kind of special privilege...
It'd be ridiculous to think that he didn't, though. After all, Kirishima was the only one in their class who could render Katsuki Bakugo of all people speechless with one action.
The doorknob to Bakugo's room shook violently before the door was wrenched open, only stopping from hitting the wall because Katsuki himself held it open. As per usual, his face was fixed with a scowl but, once he saw Kirishima, it softened a little. Before the red-head could say even a word, though, Bakugo leaned out into the hallway and pushed Kirishima aside, looking around the hall as if he expected there to be more people there. Once he finally saw that no one else was hiding in the hall or anything, he leaned back into his room and sighed heavily, looking toward Kirishima with a questioning look on his face. The usual scowl was gone and his face actually looked quite soft at that moment.
"What is it, Eijiro?" Bakugo asked, his voice a lot lower than most people ever really heard it. Kirishima, though, was used to hearing it at this point.
He reached into the bag over his shoulder and pulled out the textbook he'd stuffed in there, among the other things. Holding it in front of him, he grinned. Katsuki's gaze faltered, but only for a moment.
"I wanted your help on a few of the homework problems," Eijiro answered. Having rehearsed the lines so much, it was easy to get them out convincingly. "I've gotten most, if not all of them, done, but I wanted a second opinion on some of them. Mind helping me out, partner?"
Katsuki scoffed, but his usual sneer wasn't as strong as before. Thinking back on the homework, he sighed before leaning against the open doorframe.
"All that work is easy, Eijiro," He told him. As if to prove his point, he flicked his finger along the bottom edge of the page that was sticking out of the book's pages. "You don't need my help with this."
Smiling still, Kirishima leaned against the other side of the doorframe.
"I didn't say I needed your help, Katsuki," He said, rolling his eyes at the sneer that practically forced itself across the others' face. "I said I wanted it. I'm just not as confident about my answers as you usually are, so I figured you could help me make sure these are right."
Bakugo narrowed his eyes at Kirishima, the edge of his mouth tipping up into its usual snarl. His eyes flashed across a couple different things on Eijiro's person: The textbook still in his hand, plus the paper that was sticking out of its pages. The bag over his shoulder, still clearly full of other things despite the fact that the textbook, especially with how large it was, wasn't in it anymore. Casual clothes; a sweater and a pair of sleep pants. His hair wasn't let down yet, but Katsuki had a sneaking suspicion that was just to aid him in whatever he thought he was doing here.
On that note, it was clear to see that Eijiro was up to something. Exactly what that was, Bakugo didn't know quite yet. But there was clearly something. His grin wasn't forced, in fact, it looked like it came a little too easily and he had a glint in his eye that reminded Bakugo of Kaminari. Anything that reminded him of Denki, of all fucking people, was clearly not a good fucking thing. Despite all the bad feelings and clear warning signs he was getting...Katsuki couldn't say no to that face. And Kirishima fucking knew he couldn't.
He sighed before pushing himself further against the edge of the doorway, leaving enough space for Kirishima to walk past him, which the redhead eagerly followed up upon.
"Let's get this fucking over with," Bakugo said to the others' back, shutting the door silently behind him. "The faster we get this shit over with, the faster you get out of my room. And the second we're done, I want you fucking gone, got it?"
With his usual grin -his shit-eating grin, Katsuki would call it- Kirishima dropped his bag on the floor next to Bakugo's bed, sat down on the bed, and set the textbook on his lap. He patted it with both hands and looked up at Bakugo expectantly.
"Got it. Let's hurry up and get to work, then, alright, Katsuki?" Kirishima told him. There was something about the look on his face that made it so much harder to keep the scowl on Bakugo's lips. Something about the way his head tilted slightly to the side, how easy it was to see the dimples in Eijiro's cheeks, and how...how goddamn annoying it was that he could point that shit out so fast.
Grumbling his displeasure, mostly with himself, Bakugo slinked over and dropped himself onto the bed next to Kirishima. He didn't miss Eijiro pushing himself against his side as soon as he did and scowled in response.
"Absolute fucker.". He muttered under his breath, to which Kirishima simply smiled harder and cracked open his textbook. Sighing, Bakugo looked down at the pages, unsurprised to see that Eijiro had not only had the entire first page done, but all of it was, as far as he could see, perfectly right. Kirishima wasn't stupid. He was far fuckin from it. Bakugo seemed to be repeating himself over and over, but he just fucking knew that Kirishima was up to something. He just didn't know what the fuck it was.
"Dammit, Eijiro! You don't fucking need me for this!" Bakugo exclaimed after flipping past yet another page of completely finished and perfectly done homework. Kirishima simply grinned at him. That fucking grin was starting to get to him. At this point, if he shut his eyes, all Bakugo would see was that goddamn grin and those stupid fucking, ridiculously cute, dimples in his fucking cheeks. Gods, it was going to drive him fucking insane.
Shaking his head, Kirishima put both his hands behind his head and fell onto his back on Bakugo's bed.
"Do I have to keep saying it, Katsuki?" He said, the mirth oh so clear in his voice. He'd opened his bag and pulled out an assortment of snacks that, as he'd put it, Ponytail gave him to 'help him focus' on his work. Now, he reached over to Bakugo's desk, where he'd set the snacks down, and brought a muffin over, which he eagerly bit into. Once he finished chewing, he sat up and looked at Bakugo from the corner of his eye. "You're right. I don't need you for this. But I want your help. Is it that hard to understand?"
Bakugo ground his teeth before jabbing an accusatory finger into Kirishima's chest.
"You're damn right it is! If it's all fucking done and you were confident enough to be happy with the answers, then why the fuck did you even come to me for help?!" Kirishima opened his mouth to reply, only for Bakugo to grab his hand and push the muffin back into his mouth, effectively silencing him. "No, you shut your damn mouth! What the fuck's your game here, huh?! I can see that fucking look in your eye! I know you're fucking up to something!"
The two of them were silent for a moment before Kirishima reached up to pull the muffin out of his mouth, only to reveal that he was laughing. Bakugo was ready to pop a goddamn gasket at this point, which was apparent in the way he looked at Kirishima and dug his finger harder into his chest.
"What the hell are you laughing about, huh?!" Bakugo jabbed Kirishima again, only causing him to laugh even more. "Dammit, Eijiro! I don't HAVE to help you, dumbass!"
Finally managing to sit himself up and, for the most part, stop laughing, Eijiro grabbed Bakugo's wrist and held it between them.
"Then why are you doing it?" He asked, even though he already knew the answer. Really, it was too easy sometimes to push Katsuki's buttons.
Kirishima's hand was warm and it seemed all the heat from his palm was traveling up Bakugo's arm, only to settle down in his face. Actually, no, fuck that. Fuck. That. What, was he gonna turn into Round Face whenever fucking Deku did anything near her? Was he gonna turn into a goddamn tomato like she did and grab his cheeks and whine and fucking die from it? Fuck no.
"...Because I want to," He stated, clear and proud. Sure, it made his cheeks turn a little red and it made Kirishima smile -that fucking smile, Gods- but he meant it. "And because you're not allowed to fall behind, got it? When I'm the number one Hero, you're gonna fuckin be there too, got it Eijiro?!"
His smile was wide, but it was clearly just that. A smile. Whereas he'd just been grinning like a little shit the entire time before, Eijiro legitimately smiled there. Thankfully, Katsuki was already sitting down. If he wasn't, he was sure his knees would've fucking gone weak at that damn smile.
"Got it, Katsuki," Eijiro replied. With a flick of his hand, he tossed his textbook and his work to the side and reached into his bag, pulling out the spare controller he'd brought with him. "It's like you said. I don't need your help with the work, so why waste time on it? I went out and got a controller so we could play that game together. You know, that hiking sim that you bought?"
Thankful for the distraction, Bakugo shot up off of the bed, throwing his own work to the side as he did. Without looking back at Eijiro, though, he immediately kneeled over to start setting up his console. The 'hiking sim' that Kirishima was talking about was already in the system and, before that day, it was true that Bakugo only had the one controller that he'd play with.
"Yeah, yeah, I knew you wouldn't wanna keep bullshitting the work like that eventually," Bakugo claimed, standing up again. He had one hand in his pocket, but the other seemed like it was clutched to his chest. "But...you didn't need to buy the damn controller." With that, he turned around and tossed two controllers onto the bed. One was clearly the same that Bakugo had always used if it's red case and rough exterior was any evidence of it. The other one was spotless. Completely black without a custom case on it and with no flaws in it at all, Kirishima picked it up steadily and looked back up to Bakugo, whose back was still turned to him. From the looks of it, he was fumbling with the cords behind his TV; But Kirishima knew better.
Quietly, he stood up, dropping the controller back onto the bed, and stepped up behind him. There was no way that Bakugo, out of all people, hadn't heard him. It just meant that he didn't want to stop him. Eijiro smiled and looped his arm around Bakugo's neck, pulling him down just a bit, and put his chin over the taller boy's other shoulder. With the start of a rebuttal on his lips, Bakugo turned to try and look at Kirishima, only to feel the redhead's lips press against his cheek.
It was quick and as soon as it was over, he could hear the springs of his bed creaking, revealing that Eijiro had fallen back onto the bed. Part of him was tempted to look back at him, but he knew damn well that his body wasn't agreeing with him right now; The heat in his face was enough of an indicator already. Instead of turning around, he simply scowled and went back to untangling his cords, though a lot more aggressively now.
From where he'd fallen onto the bed, Kirishima watched him with an easy smile on his lips. He half expected Katsuki to blow up but really, he knew better than that. After all, he was the only person out of their entire class who knew Bakugo's weakness.
"Thanks, Katsuki," He sat on the bed, waiting for Bakugo to sit down. He held the new controller in his hand, turning it around in his hands. On the back of it, there was a sticker with writing on it, written crudely in red pen, that said: 'FOR EIJIRO'. "...Love ya, partner."
Katsuki froze for a fraction of a second, only for the screen of his TV to finally light up and turn on. Dragging a hand over his face, he backed up to sit down on the floor, just against Eijiro's legs so that he couldn't see his face. He was mumbling under his breath, quiet enough so that Eijiro couldn't hear, but got louder as he went on.
"...Love you too, you...piece of shit." Katsuki grumbled out, his face still turned up toward the screen so that Eijiro couldn't see him, even though he really didn't need to. Chances were, Bakugo's face was as red as Kirishima's hair. Because really, when Kirishima knew his weakness, how could he not mess with him about it? It was adorable.
Who would've thought that Katsuki Bakugo's biggest weakness would be pure, unadulterated, affection?