"Okay," Kirishima began with trepidation "What about us?"

Bakugo took a deep breath, this conversation may just kill him. "You tried to ask me last night if we were…"

"If you want to be my boyfriend?" The hopeful tone was back behind Kirishima's words

"Yes… that."

Kirishima gave him a small smile. "You don't seem opposed to the idea? I get this is a lot. Do you wanna just tell me how you're feeling right now?"

Bakugo rolled his eyes but he was honestly pretty grateful Kirishima was treating the situation so gently. He really didn't know what he was doing, and he didn't think Kirishima knew either. "I like you" Bakugo chanced a glance at Kirishima and immediately regretted it when the dopey smile on his face caused heat to rise in Bakugo's cheeks again. "You already knew this, but I do. I don't feel like this is something I'm allowed to feel. So much has happened this year. I'm…"

"Overwhelmed?"

Bakugo clenched his jaw. "Yeah…"

"Honestly, dude, I'm okay with whatever you're comfortable with. We don't have to label anything. I like you, and you like me, and as long as we know that isn't that what really matters?" Kirishima was still smiling but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"I guess, but.."

"But what?"

"But I don't half ass anything"

Kirishima let out a snort "Okay?"

"No listen, I don't half ass anything. I'm not going to half ass this either."

"Everything doesn't have to be so black and white Bakugo." Kirishima said with an eye roll and a fond smile.

"I know that, fuck I know that. I'm just saying if we like each other we should just… go for it. Right?" Bakugo gave an awkward shrug.

"I'm most definitely in favor of that idea."

Bakugo sighed, exasperated "Why do you have to be so weird."

"You're the one who likes me."

Bakugos cheeks flared red again, even the tips of his ears burned as he muttered "Oh shut the fuck up."He cleared his throat and asked a bit louder "How are you feeling about all of this?"
"I'm happy. Definitely feeling good about it… I am a little worried about what everyone else might say it's not like either of us have come out."

Bakugo noticed how his smile faded just a bit with the admission. "I don't give a shit what any of those fuckers have to say about it, I only give a shit what you think about it. And any fucking way nobody gave a shit when Deku and Pepsi got together."

"Aw, blasty you only care what I think, huh?" Kirishima's cheeks were dusted a pretty pink and Bakugo rather liked the look on him.

"Oh shut up already." Bakugo shoved his shoulder lightly "And Mina knows."

"Yeah, what's up with that?"

"With what?"

"You and Ashido?"

"Oh, well she's the only other fucker who seemed to notice when you were acting weird with me and she would call me out on it. Well, she honestly just cared that you were upset probably but she was trying to help me."

"Ah, so that's why she's so desperate for us all to hang out. More so than usual at least."

"Yeah, and for her to help me I kind of chose to come out to her in the process"

Kirishima brows knit together "Was it hard?"

"No." Bakugo answered immediately.

He pulled his lip between his teeth, worrying it "Oh… okay."

"Hey, it wasn't hard to tell her. It was hard to figure out how I felt and what I wanted to do. And maybe it was hard to admit it out loud for the first time, but I wasn't worried about what she would think of me."

"I'm worried about telling people." Kirishijma admitted in a whisper.

"Do you want this to be a secret then? Is that why you were suggesting it?" Bakugo didn't really want to do that, but he could do it if it made Kirishima more comfortable. They could work their way towards telling people together.

"No! Maybe? I don't know, I'm just nervous. But I don't want to keep it a secret that's not manly! And I really want to be with you." Kirishima smiled, this time it looked genuine, and held out his hand.

Bakugo took it in his and laced their fingers together.

"Before," Kirishima tightened his hold on Bakugou's hand "Back when the villains took you I was so scared. I was scared about what would happen to you, but I was terrified I would never see you again. I know it's selfish, you could have been getting tortured, or who knows what, but all I could think about was how I would feel if I never got to see you sitting in class, or spar with you or, shit, or have you tutor me." Kirishima tried to blink back the wetness in his eyes but a few tears slipped past his lashes and rolled down his cheeks. "I kept thinking 'if Bakugou doesn't come back, if he doesn't get out of there, I won't be able to do this.' I knew I had to get you and make sure you were safe and the minute I called for you and you flew through the air and grabbed my hand my heart fucking exploded. I was so happy to have you back, literally in my grasp I just knew I'd never want to let you go again."

Bakugo knew his cheeks were as red as Kirishima's hair but he refused to look away. He reached up with his empty hand and gently brushed away the tears on his cheek. "Kiri, I'm not going anywhere. I'm okay."

"I know, but you so easily could have not been okay."

"But I am."

"Yeah," Kirishima gave him a small smile "But that was it for me. I knew how I felt, and I don't think it's going to change. I want to be with you, and I'm scared, but I think I'll be fine if we're doing this together."

"Well you can't really fucking date me without me."

"That's a good point." Kirishima laughed, loud and happy. It was definitely a sound Baklugo wanted to keep hearing.

"Yeah I'm fucking full of them"
"So Bakugou?"

"Hmm"

"Will you be my boyfriend?" Kirishima asked with another sharp toothed goofy smile.

Bakugo knew he looked just as ridiculous when he said "Yeah, shitt hair, I will."

…

Bakugou and Kirishima had split ways to change. Bakugou was happy to be in his own clean clothes, and was waiting impatiently outside Kirishima's door while he finished getting ready. Bakugou couldn't help but hope that Kirishima left his hair down, he wanted to touch it, and the thought hit him like a brick to the face that now he could. Of course, he'd ask first. It'd be super fucking weird to just touch his hair, right? Right?

Kirishima chose that moment to open the door and his hair, was in fact, down.

"So!" Kirishima exclaimed flapping his arms awkwardly at his sides "Are we gonna, like, go tell our friends?"

Bakugou couldn't stop his smile at the weird behavior "Do you want to?"

"Yes?" but it sounded like a no.

"We don't have to right now." Bakugo offered. There wasn't any rush.

"But, if not now, when?"

"Are you ready for them to ask questions."

Kirishima let out a sigh as he thought about it, his arms still restlessly moving at his sides.

"Kiri? We could tell them, and then just tell them to shut up if they ask any questions."

"That wouldn't stop them and you know it."

"I'll blow them up." Bakugou accentuated this with a few pops from his palms, and it earned a nice laugh from Kirishima.

"I don't think that's necessary. Okay, what if we walked down holding hands? Good middle ground?"

Bakugou flushed for what felt like the millionth time that day. PDA was not something he had actually thought about before this moment.

"Bakugou, we don't have to. You look like you might die just from the suggestion."

"I fucking DO NOT!" Bakugou snapped. He reached out and grabbed Kiri's hand and tugged him away from the door. "There still gonna ask questions if we go down holding hands."

"Yeah, you're probably right. I guess we're doing this."

"Yup."

Kirishima's palms were sweaty, and coming from Bakugou that was saying something. He was probably a little nervous too, but that may have been the hand holding more than the impending conversation. He already knew Mina would be fine with it, and if Kaminari or Sero had anything bad to say about it, he really would just punch them in the face.

…

Bakugou and Kirishima walked into the common room, hand in hand, and for a moment Bakugou felt like an idiot. Because obviously it was a saturday, and obviously their entire class lived in the dorms, so obviously most of them are in the fucking common room. So, he may not have been prepared for the hush that fell over the room and the collective head turn of everyone to look at them. Of course they would look, it's only human nature to glance at the new thing that just moved into the room, and apparently it's hard to look away when said thing is your classmates holding hands. Right, teenage gossip. Here we go.

Bakugou could practically feel the nerves coming from Kirishima in waves. He was about to bark out that everyone can mind their fucking business already but before he could open his mouth someone else was speaking.

"About time, huh."

Kaminari. Bakugou was about to snap already turning his head to shoot him a glare when he felt Kirishima's hand shaking in his. He quickly glanced at him instead and saw the stress in the downward turn of his mouth, in the lines across his forehead and just wanted that to stop. He gave Kirishima's hand a tug, gave him a private smile and pulled him over to the couch to sit with his friends. Once they were on the couch Bakugou noticed everyone else had moved on, they'd probably had some sort of reaction to what Kaminari said and he was kind of pissed he missed it. He'd like to know what everyone thought for Kirishima's sake, but he'd been too pissed at Kaminari and then too worried about Kirishima to catch it. Whatever, as long as Kirishima's okay.

"So, holdin hands huh?" Kaminari jabbed an elbow into Kirishima's ribs and Bakugou watched him flinch away. He tightened his hold on Kirishima's hand just a bit.

"Yup." Kirishima said with a shaky smile.

"Alright, then listen up Blasty."

"Huh?" Bakugou replied intelligently.

"If you hurt Kirishima, if you so much as make him frown I will electrocute you so bad, that you forget uh, that you… well it'll suck."

"You shouldn't start a sentence if you don't know how to finish it you fucking idiot." Bakugou snapped. What the hell was this?

"Yeah Sparky," Mina pointed a finger in his face "If you break his heart I'll melt your face!"

"What the fuck? You literally tried to help me figure this out!" At least her threat went somewhere.

"Wait!" Kaminari gasped "Ashido you helped him? What the hell you already knew about this?"

"No, well yes, but no! I knew that Bakubro wanted to ask Kiri out I just-"

"Wait, Bakugou asked Kirishima?" Sero asked.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean!?" Bakugou yelled, because like, what the fuck!

Sero put his hands up, quick to placate "Nothing! Nothing!"

"What Sero is too afraid to say,"

"More like I value my life."

"As I was saying, what Sero is too afraid to say is that Kirishima seems like he'd be more intune with his emotions, while you seem like a feral gremlin who only just learned what the word friend means."

Bakugou's free hand was already crackling and Kaminari was jumping up ready to run when he heard the chuckle. He looked at Kirishima and saw a watery smile, and tears clinging to his lashes, but he looked happy. The popping from Bakugou's palm died out and he shared a small smile with Kirishima. This was a big deal to him. His friends responded better than he was hoping. It was written all over his face.

"Holy shit, look at that! Bakugou knows how to smile!"

"Shut up Kaminari, you're going to ruin it!"

"He's kind of pretty when he smiles."

Bakugou turned to them, and with the smile still on his face said kindly "I'll fucking kill all of you."

"Nevermind," Kaminari whispered to Sero "He's still terrifying."

…

"Hey, Bakugou?"

Bakugou hummed in response. They were laying on Kirishima's bed not doing much of anything, just on their phones and enjoying the time together.

"Would it be okay… Like, would you mind if…"

"Spit it out Shitty Hair."

"Could I call you Katsuki."

Bakugou dropped his phone, and it hit him smack in the face.

Kirishima sat up and leaned over Bakugou. "Are you okay?" He was trying to bite back a smile, and if it wasn't so cute Bakugou might have been pissed.

"I'm fuckin fine."

"Okay… so can I?" Kirishima looked nervous, which didn't help the fact that Bakugou's heart was pounding in his chest.

"Fucking whatever." Bakugou mumbled. "You can do what you want."

"Okay, Katsuki." Kirishima bit the inside of his cheek, Bakugou could see the indent. "If you want, you can call me Eijirou"

Bakugou's entire face was on fire and he turned away slightly "Whatever," He looked at Kirishima out of the corner of his eye. "Eijirou."

The smile he got in return was blinding and it made his chest feel tight.

"So," Bakugou started in an effort to change the subject, if he looked at that smile any longer he'd go blind "Do you feel better now that our friends know?"

"Yes! It went better than I expected, and we didn't even get bombarded with questions!"

"I think they would have asked more if I wasn't threatening them."

"Yeah, I was proud of you for not commiting any murder down stairs, showed some real self control."

Bakugou shoved Kirishima away with a laugh. "Oh shut up."

Kirishima moved right back next to him, leaning on his elbow to look down at Bakugou in a more comfortable position.

He flashed his sharp teeth in a smirk. "You don't really want me to shut up."

"Can I touch your teeth?" Came out of Bakugou's mouth before his brain had time to process it. The following blush that spread across his cheeks was also out of his control, but he was pretty sure it wasn't even as red as the one that was now on Kirishima's face.

"I'm sorry, what?" Kirishima asked, voice cracking.

"Uh…" Bakugou said intelligently.

"You want to touch my teeth?"

"They're sharp." Bakugou added, quick-witted like he is.

"Yeah…" Kirishima gave Bakugou a weird look he couldn't read "Okay?"

"Okay, like I can touch them?"

"Yeah, I guess?"

Bakugou nodded and leaned up on an elbow. He reached up with his other hand and waited for Kiri to open his mouth. When he did, he took one finger and pressed it down on one sharp tooth.

"Huh." He said, pulling his hand back to look at the finger.

"What?"

"They're not as sharp as they look." Eyes still trained on his finger, there wasn't even a mark.

"Yeah, I mean, they're much harder when I, ya know, harden."

"Oh, yeah that makes sense." Bakugou finally looked up at Kirishima and flushed at the weird look he was still receiving. "That was weird wasn't it?" he asked as he flopped back down onto his back.

"No, I mean yeah, but it's okay. It wasn't bad weird. I just didn't expect it I guess."

"I totally just put my finger in your mouth that's pretty weird." Bakugou said as it sunk in, his eyes widened in horror. What the fuck was he doing?

But Kirishima just laughed, the weird look replaced by a fond one. "It's really fine. I don't mind at all. Like I said just unexpected."

"You look nice like that." Bakugou wanted to borrow some tape from Sero and tape his mouth shut so he'd stop saying the weirdest fucking things imaginable.

"Thank you, but like what?" Kirishima looked way too composed for how awkward Bakugou felt. He was much better at this when it was just the two of them.

"Nevermind." Bakugou said turning his head in an attempt to hide his face in the pillow.

"Hey," Kirishima poked a finger into Bakugou's cheek "Like what?"

"Like that, with your hair down or whatever."

Kirishima moved a hand up to his head and ran his fingers through his hair. "You like it like this?"

"Less shitty." Bakugou grumbled.

"You can, uh feel it too if you want?" That pretty blush was back on Kirishima's cheeks.

Bakugou took advantage of the opportunity and ran his hands gently through Kirishima's hair, brushing it back from his face.

"Can't do this when you have spikes." Bakugou whispered. He was too nervous to look anywhere but at his hand in Kirihima's hair.

"I don't want to say anything that's going to make you uncomfortable…"

Bakugou looked into Kirishima's eyes. "Well you gotta say it now."

"I really want to kiss you right now." Kirishima wasn't looking at his eyes.

"Okay."

Kirishima looked up quick. "Okay?" Just to make sure.

"Okay."

Bakugou's heart was pounding in his chest as Kirishima leaned down and gently pressed his lips against Bakugou's. They were warm and dry and just a little bit chapped and Bakugou had never felt anything better.

Kirishima breathed deep out his nose, the warm air brushing against Bakugou's face. Bakugou was pretty sure you were supposed to do more than just sit there with your lips pressed against each other, but he'd never done this before, and god his heart was beating so fast, and was this okay?

Kirishima pulled back, his eyes were half lidded and this close Bakugou could practically feel his blush. "Tell me to stop if it's too much."

Bakugou wanted to ask if what was too much, but all he could focus on was his hand still in Kirishima's hair, and how the other one was holding his shirt in a tight fist, they were shaking just a little bit, and then Kirishima was leaning back in and brushing his lips gently against Bakugou's.

Kirishima's lips were parted and gently closed around Bakugou's top lip, he couldn't help the little sigh that escaped him as he tried to match Kirishima's rhythm. Just open mouthed kisses, gentle and slow and Bakugou thought he might melt into the bed. He'd never imagined something could feel like this. It had always looked so frantic, so rushed and messy in movies, and maybe he just didn't watch enough romance but this was nothing like he'd pictured. His stomach was a swarm of butterflies and the light touch of Kirishima's tongue to his bottom lip had him gasping. Which Kirishima took as an invitation to lick into his mouth. Bakugou didn't necessarily think it was an invitation but couldn't really focus on that once his tongue was sliding against kirishima's, and especially not once he heard the breathy little sound Kirishima made in response.

After what felt like hours, but could only have been a few minutes Bakugou pushed at Kirishima's chest to get a little space between them. They were both breathing heavily and Bakugou wanted to stare forever, Kirishima's hair was tousled, his lips pink and swollen, he never looked prettier. Had he ever thought about how pretty Kirishima was before? He definitely would never stop now.

"Is everything okay?" Kirishima whispered. It felt strange to break the silence.

"Yeah," Bakugou whispered back "Just need to catch my breath" and his bearings. None of that even felt real. "Today has been quite a fucking day"

Kirishima smiled sweetly, one of his sharp teeth poking out over his bottom lip. "It really has."

AN

So, this is finally over, we finally made it to the end! I seriously want to thank everyone whos taken the time to read this and especially to everyone who has left a kudos and comments! This is the first thing I've really tried to write in a few years, and I've never posted on this site before so I'm not sure what's good or not but I'm so excited over the attention this did get! I mean all I really wanted was to get over 100 kudos and we're at 139 right now and I'm just so overwhelmed! I had originally started writing this just for myself cus I thought it was a neat enough idea and I wanted to practice writing a little and I just impulsively made an account and posted the first chapter and when people actually seemed like they wanted me to continue, even just after the first person showed interest, I was like well damn okay I guess other people might want to enjoy this too. Which is pretty fucking dope. I could probably ramble forever about my gratitude so I just want to say thank you again all of you!

Also a huge thanks for no one calling me out on my laziness on never giving Bakugo's therapist a name… like I swear everytime I posted a therapy chapter I was like here comes the comment I'm sure. And then it never came! And I was like wow you're all the best!