Chapter Four-Sailing Ships

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(Bakugo's P.O.V)
Kirishima FINALLY opens the door. I take a quick glance at him. his hair is all messy, and hasn't been styled, and his eyes look puffy and red. Has he been crying...?
Whatever. Not like I care or anything... (baka.)
I slap him across the face.
"THATS WHAT YA GET FOR NOT RESPONDING, BROOM HEAD." I scold.
"I... I'm sorry Bakugo..." He murmurs.
He didn't even call me 'Baku-bro' like he usually does... Damn. I messed up badly.
"Are you gonna let me in or what, fuckface? It's cold out here." I growl.
Without a word, he lets me in.
His place is a MESS. Ugh, I guess I'll have to take care of him. He's so needy. But he's worth it.
(baka x2)
I start cleaning. Filthy fucking animal. I hope he knows this is the LAST TIME.
"Uh... Bak-" I cut him off.
"Shut up. You need to take better goddamn care of yourself. I'll make you dinner. It's gonna be spicy and I don't give a fuck even if it melts your tongue to nothin'." I rant.
He hugs me.
HE
FUCKING
HUGGED
ME.
"Thanks..." He says.
WHY THE HELL AM I SO GAY FOR HIM?! UGH!
I walk into the kitchen, and I see that i could make some spicy chicken curry...
Hell fucking yes.
"So... erm... who was that girl?" He asks me.
"Random slut that should burn in hell." I say.
"Oh... so you don't like her?" He looks up a little.
"Dude, I'm as straight as a goddamn fucking circle. You should know this by now!" I admitted.
I see a blush creep onto his cheeks.
"Kirishima."
He looks at me, His mood has definitely improved.
I kiss him.
He jumps a little, but he melts into it.
I eventually pull away.
"This curry isn't gonna fucking make itself, Eijiro."
He is smiling like an idiot with those knife-like teeth of his, and he is blushing wildly.
How cute.
"So... I'm taking that as a yes to my failed confession...?" He asks.
"Why the hell would I kiss you if I didn't love you?" I tease.
"Fair enough!" Kirishima can barely contain his joy.
"So does that make us... an item...?"
"What's with all the goddamn fucking questions?!" I yell.
"And... yeah... if you are ok with it..."
Kirishima's face lights up, and he kind of lets out a girly squeal.
"Wow. Very Manly." I smirk sarcastically.
"WHATEVER. THIS IS A SPECIAL MOMENT!" Kirishima squeaks.
I smirk a little.
This has been the best day of my life.

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