bakukiri oneshots

🏢 Coworkers 🏢

they're coworkers
that dont get along
but also have like
so much sexual tension omg

femboy kiri ehe ☺️

Kirishima hummed, sipping the cool red wine out of a pristine, clear glass, looking out at the city below him, currently standing on a balcony. He had left the party, the atmosphere getting to be too much for him and his social battery worn out. He'll probably just wait outside until the party's over, which he doesn't necessarily mind.

A gust of wind blew past him, making him regret wearing a short, skimpy skirt and a loose button-up. He huffed, choosing to ignore the cold crawling his skin, and instead took another sip from his glass. 

The redhead heard the window leading out to the balcony slide open, making him turn to see who it was. He ended up huffing once more in exasperation when he sees his absolutely irritating, tall, ash-blonde, hot as hell coworker. As he turns back around, he hears the other snort at his reaction, making him roll his eyes.

"Well, aren't you just a fuckin' delight?" Bakugou rhetorically asked, striding towards the smaller one and taking the empty space beside him. 

Kirishima placed the wine glass on the ledge and gave the blonde a sarcastic smile while batting his eyelashes and saying, in a sickly sweet, "I know, isn't it great?"

His smirk drops and this time he's the one who rolls his eyes. "Sure, whatever."

They fall into a weirdly comfortable silence, both of them looking over the edge and watching the city flash its lights and honk its horn. When Bakugou notices the redhead shiver slightly and cross his arms over his chest, he silently unwraps his scarf, unrolls it, and drapes it across the other's shoulders.

The Libra is silent for a moment, clutching onto the forest green fabric, before mumbling. "God, you're frustrating."

Bakugou sends him a look. "I try to be nice and that's what I fucking get? I could always just take the damn scarf back, y'know."

Kirishima sends him his own glare and turn towards the other so they're face-to-face, "that's not what I mean." He takes a moment before speaking once more. "It's just when you do things like /this/," he gestures towards the scarf he's still holding onto tightly, "I can't tell if it means if whether you have feelings for me or not."

The blonde sends him a confused look then bluntly responds, "I do have feelings for you."

A sudden heat rises into the strawberry boy's cheeks. "Y- You do?"

"Yeah. I /strongly/ feel that you have shitty ass hair," the latter responds with a smug grin that Kirishima hates he find attractive.

The redhead's face falls and the red in his cheeks are suddenly from embarrassment and anger at getting his hopes up. "God, this is what I mean! You're absolutely infuriating! Right when I think that, I don't know, we could happen, you-"

Bakugou rolls his eyes and grabs the scarf by both ends, pulling the other closer with it, and giving a quick, passionate kiss to the smaller male. When their mouths part, Kirishima is wildly blushing and shocked, but quickly recovers.

"You, um, you.. Wow." 

Okay, so he doesn't recover that quick.

"So, uh, you do that apparently." He murmurs, looking down shyly. "Will you, um, keep doing that?"

The blonde quirks an eyebrow, hands trailing down to rest on the strawberry boy's waist, and he leans in a bit. "You want me to?"

Kirishima rolled his eyes, this time in fake annoyance. "Well clearly since I asked."

Bakugou scowled at him, "you're insufferable." 

Yet their lips were ghosting and they briefly connected when Kirishima pecked him. "I like you, too."

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