Prompt 3: Wrestling
"That all you got, shitty hair?" Bakugo grinned across the mat at Kirishima. It was Wednesday night, when the dorm common room was packed full with their classmates as they piled in for their weekly movie. Wednesday night, though, was Bakugo and Kirishima's sparring night. The only night of the week where everyone was too invested in their own dramas to care that the two boys were battling it out in the attached gym to see each other's progress. Their only rule: no quirks. Less damage to the basic gym that way. Not that Bakugo ever kept to that rule one hundred percent.
Taking a more defensive stance, Kirishima returned Bakugo's taunt, "better than what you got, blasty!" With a scoff, Bakugo rushed at Kirishima determined to break through his defenses. Of course, being a close-combat specialist, Kirishima always had the upper hand in their quirkless matches. It was one of the reasons they had begun this weekly tradition. Bakugo was an excellent fighter, but even he knew he relied on his quirk way too much. What if there was a situation where his quirk was suppressed? He needed to be ready. Of course, getting up close and personal with your best friend and fuck buddy on a weekly basis didn't hurt either.
After a few minutes of intense bouts that resulted in deuces, the two ended up locked by the arms each boy gripping the other's shoulder and blocking an opposing elbow. Staring each other down, Bakugo's eyes dashed about looking for an opening to exploit. Damn Kirishima and his rock hard defenses! It ended up like this every week! Bakugo needed one week to hold over his head. He was tired of hearing Kirishima's 'it's ok, I just have more experience' bullshit excuse!
Desperate for a leg up, Bakugo surged forward knocking Kirishima off balance and onto his back. Bakugo then took advantage of the situation and eventually pinned Kirishima's arms to his chest and straddling him and locking Kirishima's legs with his thighs. After a few seconds of struggling, Kirishima threw his head back against the mat and sighed. "Fine, I give!"
Leaning closer to his face, Bakugo couldn't contain the shit-eating grin that broke out. "My win, Eijiro." At hearing his given name, Kirishima locked his eyes on Bakugo, a whole new heat surfacing between them.
"Your prize?" At the question, Bakugo closed the distance between them. Any and all conversation dying between them as they savored a sweaty and hard earned victory.
Yep, Wednesday nights were Bakugo's favorite nights.