I Even Like His Shitty Hair [Kiribaku]

Sharing a Bed Isn't That Bad

Bakugou woke a few hours later, disoriented, with his front pressed to Kirishima's back. After realising why he was there and listening to his friend's even breathing, sensing he was still asleep, he drifted back off.

He woke up a few hours later to the sound of Kirishima's annoying alarm, he jumped back, realising he was still pressed to Kirishima's back, nestled against his ass.

"Hey man, sorry about my alarm, I thought I turned it off before it woke you." Oh god, had Kirishima realised their position when he woke up? Bakugou scrambled to get out of bed, mumbling something about having a shower.

Taking in the sight of his own room, Bakugou realised he would be needing a new mattress before he could sleep in here again. He'd probably have to sleep in Kirishima's room again tonight, the thought wasn't as unappealing as it could have been.

He thought about how much he enjoyed being in Kirishima's company, how much he enjoyed being touched by him, hell he even liked his shitty hair.

Did he like him? He thought with a jolt. Nah, that was stupid. But he kept thinking back to the day before when he had wanted to kiss him. Well obviously it's not fucking normal to want to kiss your friend.

He scrubbed his hands over his face as he got ready for school. He really fucking hoped Kirishima wouldn't bring it up. What was he supposed to say!? "Yeah, I want to make out with you but I don't know if you want that too. But I'm too much of a nerd to ask you".

He was so fucked.

During the test, he caught himself hoping Kirishima did well, the idiot had actually tried really hard during their studying.

The test had gone well and Kirishima even said he had a good feeling about it. So Bakugou decided to give in and go to the pool with him.

They arrived as most of the class was already there. Kirishima remembered the last time they had all been at the pool together, they had been about to have the final race between Bakugou, Todoroki and Midoriya when Eraser had blocked their quirks and told them to leave because of the time.

"Hey, why don't we finally have that race you guys!" Kirishima called out to everyone.

Kirishima couldn't help but think back to Bakugou's style of 'swimming' and how it didn't really count but after he had announced "It's called freestyle swimming!" no one wanted to argue with him.

Iida organised the three of them on the blocks and started the race. Kirishima couldn't help but admire the control Bakugou had over his movement as he sailed over the finish line just in front of the others. Kirishima cheered in a mix of excitement and relief, he really wanted his friend to win, especially since he would probably be sleeping in his room again.

After eating dinner Bakugou finally asked, "Look, do you mind if I sleep in your room again tonight? I need to get a new mattress before I can sleep in my own."

"Yeah of course man. I'm just going to hit the shower and turn in soon, I'm beat," Kirishima offered.

Bakugou needed a shower too so he grabbed his clothes and headed down after a few minutes. Kirishima was just coming out of the shower as he entered, his back toward him and a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. Steam rose in tendrils from his moist skin and his hair was limp from being washed so water dripped from the ends, making its way down his shoulders.

Bakugou's face heated at the sight of Kirishima's body, still glistening with water droplets. His eyes ran down his friend's body and he gulped, imagining the towel slipping away. It was going to be a long night.

Kirishima was already in bed when Bakugou entered. He noticed his hair was still down after his shower.

"How do you get your hair to do that?" It was so faint that Kirishima had barely heard it.

"Hmm?" was his only response.

"How do you get your shitty hair to stay that spikey?" Bakugou repeated.

Kirishima chuckled wanting to mess with him, "My quirk is hardening right? It doesn't take much out of me to harden my hair. I usually only relax it to wash it or sleep. I thought you would have realised already. You did kinda knock on my head during the cavalry battle."

Bakugou let out a tch, wondering whether he was joking or not.

"Nah, it's just gel and practise. It takes three minutes to set!" Kirishima happily informed him.

Bakugou snorted, "You damn idiot".

It lacked his characteristic strength though and Kirishima thought it sounded much more like an endearment than an insult and he smiled as he snuggled into the blanket and whispered goodnight. Bakugou just grunted.

After a few minutes, Bakugou's strained voice broke the silence "Can you harden your entire body?"

Kirishima balked and turned to face his friend, "Ahh yeah, I can harden all of me. W-Why?"

"Show me," Bakugou whispered into the darkness.

Kirishima couldn't help but think of the implications of those simple words.

"You've seen me harden a hundred times," he said, a little confused, but he put out his hand anyway, activating his quirk. "Careful," he breathed.

Bakugou grasped the red head's hand with both of his own. He slowly ran his hands up his friend's forearm squeezing as he went. "Can you still feel it?" he asked.

Kirishima gulped, deciding to push again, he whispered, "Yeah, it's actually ah, a little more sensitive when I'm hard." Oh the irony, he thought.

His eyes flew to Bakugou's face to judge his reaction and he could just make out the blonde's smirk in the dark. But Bakugou just let go of his arm and rolled over. Saying he should get some sleep.

Ugh how can he just go to sleep after something like that!? Kirishima sighed, frustrated.

Bakugou woke slowly just as the sun was about to rise. Kirishima was softly snoring with his chest against his back and his arms wound around him. Bakugou didn't have the urge to throw him off.

Instead, he turned over, being careful not to wake his friend and wound his own arms around Kirishima's waist, enjoying the feeling of being held. God this was stupid, what if Kirishima had woken up?

Kirishima woke to the sound of his alarm, realising the position he was in, at some stage during the night the two of them had ended up face to face with their arms around each other. It was pretty cute to be honest.

Bakugou's other hand was resting on the inside of Kirishima's thigh. He couldn't help but think about how good it felt, waking up next to him like this. He could get used to it, and something was telling him, Bakugou wouldn't complain about it either.

He reached out and flicked off his alarm, gently snuggling back down. As he was laying there Bakugou's eyes started to flutter open, Kirishima closed his and evened his breathing, not wanting to scare the other off.

Bakugou, finding his left hand resting on Kirishima's thigh, gave it a small squeeze before he took his hand away.

Kirishima's eyes flew open.

"Tch. What? You were crushing my hand in your sleep," Bakugou deadpanned, getting out of bed.