You Don't Mean That (Bakugo x Kirishima)

Intensity

We were watching TV and were glued to each other despite how warm it was. Denki came in and rolled his eyes, then sitting on the couch. "Do you plan on sticking any closer", Bakugo glared before a smirk crept upon his face. "Is someone jealous because they're lonely and a fucking loser", I quickly covered his mouth and stepped in before the conversation could get worse. "Its fine Denki, he was just joking. Anyway look at this show, super manly", my plan to change the subject worked and the cars on screen crashed into each other. Following with fires and explosions. It was actually an intense scene.

Denki changed the channel and before Bakugo could say something, the reporter caught his attention leading him to rise up to his feet quickly. "They finally have a picture of that bastard", a tall and skinny guy appeared out the screen, while the reporter explained how he had already killed over 20 people. He possessed a quirk related to poison and was difficult to be dealt with. They were telling people to stay inside their homes. I saw the look on Bakugos face. Hunger. He was itching to find and destroy the villain. I could only imagine what Todoroki and Midoriya were feeling.

I felt the tension for the rest of the day. Our classmates returned to the Dorms after being authorized to and of course everyone was worked up. Bakugo took me to train on that day. Though then I felt the intense energy and urge he had while fighting. It wasn't like all the other times. This time he was trying to exceed his own expectations. Understanding it made me want to give it all I had. The thing I wanted and envied most is what they have.

It was already evening and so much had happened. We were all still waiting for Aizawa sensei or at least Allmight to come with some news. I sat in my room after I had showered and then someone knocked at my door, once. Then twice. Finally thrice. Bakugo came in holding a blowdryer "I thought you'd be lonely", his wording for I want to be with you. He sat on my bed as he always does and blowdried my hair. After we started dating, it was clear that I was more open verbally, and he on the other hand was open more physically. When it's just us two, He's calm and gentle. I felt his fingers brushing through my hair as the wave of heat from the blow dryer followed. I almost fell asleep until it stopped making noise. So I turned to face him. I placed my arms on his lap to then set my head on top of them. I noticed that he always glared, despite what his mood is. That was just his go to facial expression.

"Wanna make out", I whispered while he looked at his phone but he didn't give a reaction, which confused me. "Bakugo", I said normally. He then turned to me "Kiri?", maybe he didn't hear me, so I climbed up onto his lap yet pouted. He placed his right hand on my cheek and caressed it with his thumb. My heart started beating fast and I felt a bit embarrassed even though this wasn't new for us. He used his left hand to grab mine and kissed me. As we deepend our kiss, the grip on our hands tightend.
After I pulled back, a sigh escaped me. I had my head on his shoulder. "I really like you", my heart was tugging because I was so happy. I could feel his heart beating just as fast as mine. "Yeah, same here, Kiri", I didn't have to courage to look back up at him knowing my face wasn't its original shade.