Closer to You | KiriBaku

Katsuki

// POV Switch: Kirishima //

  "...Mmm."

I pulled back a little and Bakugou gasped for air. "I like that noise. I want to hear more."

"I didn't mean to. It's not happening again!"

   Knowing I could coax that sound out of him again easily, I put on a determined face. I moved my hand from the back of his head and put my thumb on his bottom lip, pulling it down slightly while still gripping onto his waist with the other.

"Are you sure about that, Bakugou?"

We both jumped a little when the bell rang, followed by an intercom announcement. "Please report to your home room class in five minutes. Thank you."

Bakugou put his hands on my chest and pushed back. "Well, better get going." He was nervous, I need to let him know it's okay. Before his hand reached the lock I grabbed his wrist, whispering in his ear. "Stay with me a little longer, Bakugou. It'll be fun."

I released his wrist, pulling him closer with the arm I had wrapped around him. He was making sure not to look me in the eyes. I held him loosely, so if he wants to leave he can. I doubt that though. "Don't you want to stay with me?" He looked up at me.

"Yes."

Bakugou leaned forward, this time being the one to initiate the kiss. His lips are soft and he tastes like caramel. I couldn't help but hold him tighter, showing my appreciation for what he had done.

I've never heard Bakugou's first name from anyone. He isn't one the kind of person to want people to ask permission, so I won't ask. I looked him in the eyes, forcing another sensual tone as I whispered.

"Katsuki."

I felt his legs melt, and he fell even more into my arms.

"Ah-ngh."

I smiled at his pleasure while I broke the kiss. He was too dazed to put on an angry face. Who knew Baku's weakness would be his own name?

  "Katsuki..." He looked up at me, a glint of trust in his eyes. "Should we get to class?"

    He nodded his head.  He looked like he was regaining his senses.

"Idiot, we'll be late!" He threw on an angry face, but I knew he probably enjoyed this more than I had.

    I unlocked the stall door and we left the bathrooms. When we made it into the halls, Bakugou grabbed my hand and pulled me as he picked up his pace.

"You're the one who was trying to skip in the first place."

    He glanced back at me with his usual angry expression still there. He threw a few insults at me. I smiled as I ignored him and intertwined our fingers.

        // POV Switch: Midoriya //

    Hmm, it's a bit odd that Kacchan hasn't made it to class yet. I heard the bell ring and I assumed he was just skipping again.

                   Bang! 

The class door flew open. Of course, Kacchan walked into the room - with someone behind him?! He never walks into class with anyone. He won't even walk in with me!

   I felt my eyes widen upon seeing Kacchan's hand wrapped around Kirishima's. I tilted my head down in thought.

    "Hmm. It makes sense. When we were in middle school I found that magazine in his room, but I had assumed it was for the fashion details. Oh! And he is fashionable and smells really nice...it all adds up. Kacchan is-"

   I was interrupted when Kacchan himself slammed his hand down on my desk.

    "DEKU! WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ME IN FRONT THE WHOLE CLASS?!"

    I looked up and saw that the entirety of 1-A, including Aizawa, staring at me. I had been muttering about Kacchan's sexuality in front of the entire class.

    He leaned in closer, smiling. He whispered, "I'm going to blow your head off, Deku."

   I'm going to die. I have dug my grave. Someone please kill me before Kacchan gets me. He stood up straight again. "Looking forward to seeing you again later."

    Yeah, I'm dead. I should write my will now.

         // POV Switch: Kirishima //

    The school day went by fast. Each class felt more and more dragged out, but we were finally in our last class of the day. I let out a loud sigh and sat my head on my desk. I hate school, but I have to suffer through it. If I'm going to be the manliest hero ever, I need UA.

    A cold pencil eraser poked my cheek. "What's up with you, hair for brains?"

   I sat up and looked at the blond sitting to my left, my science partner.

   "I'm just tired." He looked at me with his red eyes, as if they would force out the truth. And they did.

    "I'm just upset school started again, you know? I'm not good at it like you. I don't get the best grades."

   He hit my forehead with the pencil. "Ow." I rubbed the spot where it had hit.

    "Idiot. I'm not good at school. I put in effort and I work hard to get my grades. It's just part of being the best there is."

   I couldn't help but laugh. "Was that supposed to be encouragement?" He shrugged, looking a little confused by himself as well.

    "I would rather study you than some book." I layed my head back down. Bakugou grunted and turned his attention back to the teacher at the front of the class. I sighed as I did the same.

         // Time Skip: After class //

    I looked around for Bakugou. He wasn't even in the class anymore. As soon as the bell had rung, he disappeared. I got my stuff together and left. I shouldn't think much of it.

    While I was walking to the dorms I heard a scream. No, a shriek. I dropped my bag and ran toward it. Someone needed my help. As I got closer to the source of the disturbance, I saw a crowd. I pushed through it. A fight?

      Of course.

    Bakugou was staring down at a whimpering Midoriya. He was backed against a wall. Bakugou was stepping closer and closer, smoke pluming from his palms. My instincts kicked in and I walked behind the furious blond.

   "Bakugou?"

   He ignored me, still slowly stepping toward Midoriya.

   "Leave him alone!" He stopped for a second, but continued moving forward.

     "KATSUKI!"