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“Doesn’t Bakugou kind of remind you of a dog?” Kaminari asked, his face vague as he watched the aforementioned blonde stalk onto the practice field for his turn against Aziawa. He glanced up in the following silence, making a face at the surprised looks his classmates directed his way. “You know? Like if he just had a good owner maybe he wouldn’t be such a prick.”
Surprisingly it was Mineta that answered him, “You know, he does kind of give off that vibe.” With a small grin he cut a look towards Kirishima. “Especially around you Kirishima.”
Kirishima’s brows furrowed, lowering the bottle of water he had been drinking from. “Vibe, what vibe?” He asked confused, Bakugou’s frustrated snarls starting to make their way towards them. Kirishima fought to keep his eyes on his friends as they spoke, it was difficult as Bakugou had given up on attempting to subvert Aizawa’s quirk and was instead diving in to fight him hand-to-hand. The sight was very distracting for the redhead. Bakugou always looked good but Kirishima had a specific soft spot for the blonde in his hero costume and without his signature explosions there was nothing to block the sight of his muscles tightening and releasing, sweat already starting to gleam as he tried to make contact with the erasure hero.
Mina’s vicious poke to his side had his head whipping back to his friends a rueful smile on his lips. “You know exactly what vibe Kiri!” She accused, her hands planted firmly on her hips as she stared him down, the finger that poked him coming up to wave in his face. “He screams, literally screams, Bratty! Submissive! Bottom!” She declared, her finger coming closer. “And you are just the man to top him!”
Smacking her hand away from his face, Kirishima glared at his three classmates. “I told you guys to knock that off. Our relationship isn’t like that and he doesn’t want it to be like that.”
“How do you know!”
“Because I know him.” Kirishima hissed, tired of the conversation. “He’s not the least bit interested in anything like that.”
“O ya?” Mina challenged her eyes narrowed at him. “Then tell him that you're interested in BDSM and see how he reacts. You guys are best friends right? It wouldn’t be weird to tell your best friend that.”
“Of course it’s weird! You can’t just blurt something like that out. Hey man,” Kirishima mimed as if speaking to Bakugou. “Just to let you know i’ve always had this fascination with the idea of dominating someone. Just wondering how you felt...”
“You know the conversations wouldn’t go that way!” She interrupted, lowering her voice. “Look Kirishima, I can’t promise that he would want to be in a relationship with you, even though I really think he does, but that’s not the actual point. He’s your best friend, you know he won’t reject you for your interests. And it's actually eating you up inside that he doesn’t know about this. I know that you have been trying to hide it, and despite what you claim I also know you wouldn’t have told us if you hadn't gotten drunk.”
Kirishima felt sudden shame roiling in his gut at his friends' words, he couldn’t deny her, she was right. He had never planned to tell anyone, even with a couple of his friends knowing and accepting, he still felt it would be better to push his urges as deep inside as he could and never let them out. Kirishima wasn’t into kink shaming but there was just something inside of him that rebelled, that whispered to him that such things weren't the actions of a hero. What hero would want to pin their best friend to the ground? What hero dreams about how well ruby red rope would offset pale skin and blonde hair? What hero pleasures themself to the thought of training a mouth used to foul words and spitting insults to plead, moan, to beg.
“Just think about it ok?” Mina sighed, her eyes gone soft and pleading.
Kirishima groaned feeling the beginning of a headache start to pulse in his temples. “I… I mean...Ya” He finally consented, keeping his eyes towards the calming blue of the sky. “I”ll think about it. I promise.”
“Hey Blasty!” Kaminari suddenly interrupted, causing Kirishima to choke. “We were just talking about you.” Kirishima caught the wicked look in Kaminari’s eyes as he turned his back on the blonde who had just made his way over to them, trying to hide the sudden flux of red he could feel burning across his face. “Do you like dogs?”
Kirishima choked again, head whipping around to open mouth gape at the electric fucker who was currently trying to give him a heart attack. “What he means!” Mina, bless her heart, forced herself to the forefront planting herself in front of Kirishima. “We were just talking about who was a cat person and who was a dog person and we all thought you were a cat person but Kirishima thinks you're a dog person!”
Flinching, Kirishima subtly slouched so Mina’s pink hair covered more of his face, desperate to hide from searching red eyes.
“You’re all fucking stupid.” Bakugou finally grouched. “We don’t have time for pets. Kirishima!” He barked.
"What!?” Kirishima gasped in a higher pitched voice than he had ever heard from himself before, wincing as Bakugou roughly pushed Mina out of his way. Inwardly the red-head groaned as the blonde grabbed his arm and began dragging him off the practice pitch. He couldn’t stop his eyes from trailing across his friends flexing back muscles as he let himself get pulled forward. The unique scent of smoke and sugar that was Bakugou caused Kirishima to subtly swipe at his face to make sure drool had not started to fall from his lips.
“You weren’t watching me.” Bakugou growled, finally dropping Kirishima’s arm as they pulled away from the rest of the group.
Brows pinching in confusion Kirishma drew even with his friend trying to get a glance at his face. “But bro,” he whined. “You didn’t tell me to watch you!”
Snarling Bakugou pivoted into Kirishima causing him to stop suddenly or bowl over the smaller blonde. “You always watch me.” He hissed, his eyes bright and angry.
Suddenly very tired Kirishima rubbed at his temples, fighting the pulse of the headache that was becoming more prominent.
“You have a headache?” Bakugou flatly stated his eyes searching.
“Just stress. Threat of finals has me all messed up.” Kirishima opened his eyes slightly to peer down at Bakugou. Kaminari’s voice echoing in his head, “Doesn’t Bakugou kind of remind you of a dog?” Swallowing against a suddenly dry throat he hunched forward slightly attempting to take some of the strain off his tense shoulders. “Use your words,” He murmured, watching the blonde’s face carefully. “Why should I have been watching you?”
Bakugou’s lips pinched together and Kirishim’s breath caught, wondering if he had already pushed him too far. A surprised groan ripped out from between his teeth and Kirishima found himself almost falling into Bakugou who was currently digging skilled fingers into his shoulder. “How do you know how to do that!” He gasped, swaying as Bakugou searched out further tender spots.
“My quirk puts a lot of strain on my shoulders so I have a lot of practice. And you were supposed to be watching so we could work on my technique, bet you didn’t even know that I won.”
“Mmmm” Kirshima hummed, sighing happily as some of the pain faded. “Sorry Bakugou, I know you did great. So good, always so good.” He murmured, feeling blissed out. He was too distracted by the skilled fingers to notice the hitch in the blondes' breath or the rising flush across his face but he did notice as Bakugou paused his ministrations. Pulling back slightly Kirishima attempted to peek at his face but was suddenly shoved away, catching just a glimpse of what looked like a rosy cheek and flushed neck as the boy stormed away, snarling something wordless over his shoulder.
Used to his mood changes Kirishima simply ran after him. “Wait Bakugou! Don’t stop! Teach me your magical ways!”