you guys and your damn bananas xD also sorry for the shitty title .-.

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Kirishima

Kirishima was a fairly sound sleeper, and it was pretty rare that he woke up not feeling at least decently rested. He'd been blessed with a nice rhythm when it came to sleep-wake cycles, and when he'd messed up his schedule from what it needed to be with school during breaks, it wasn't too awfully difficult to get back on track.

But sleeping next to Bakugou? Sleeping next to him, using him as a pillow and hearing the elevated beating of his heart right beneath his ear, feeling his warmth soaking into himself and being able to relax completely against him with full trust, even after just a month of being with him? That, oh boy, that was a whole different ball game he never could've even imagined just a few weeks, or even days, ago.

He'd never slept so damn well in his entire life. Ever. Even when he was a baby, he was almost certain. Sure, he had a bit of a stiff neck from the slightly awkward position he'd been in for several hours, but that was nothing compared to how well-rested and otherwise comfortable he felt when he woke up, still pressed up against the other's side.

Surprisingly, neither of them had moved much. Kirishima almost never woke up in the same position he'd fallen asleep in, and he'd witnessed Bakugou's tossing and turning first hand. The only real difference was one of Bakugou's knees was propped up and his own leg had stretched out so it hung off the edge of the bed from the knee down.

And yet somehow all he could think about was how brutally they would get teased if any of the others—particularly Kaminari or Sero—saw them like this. Well, that on top of the fact that he really didn't want to move.

Bakugou looked so peaceful as he slept, his arm tucked under one of his pillows with his head turned toward Kirishima, his hair messy and the remaining eyeliner from the previous day smudged under his eyes just a bit.

He's so damn gorgeous.

But, unfortunately, as absolutely gorgeous and peaceful as his boyfriend was, Kirishima knew they didn't have much time to get ready for class. Having fallen asleep with a completely different routine than he was used to caused him to forget to set an alarm on his phone, and the position of the sunspots against the curtains told him they had a good chance of being late if they weren't already.

"Hey," he mumbled, sitting up just a little. "Bakugou." He shook the other's shoulder lightly, earning a sleepy grumble in response. "C'mon, man, you gotta wake up. I think we're late."

"Who fuckin' cares," Bakugou grumbled without even opening his eyes.

"I do," Kirishima said, though it wasn't without a grin. "C'mon," he repeated. "You should, too. You want your bike, right?"

"Mmmph... stop throwin' that in my face."

This time Kirishima couldn't help but laugh a little. "Okay, then if you don't get up 'm not gonna kiss you at all today."

That got Bakugou to open his eyes, even if it was only by a sliver. "You're a dick," he muttered. "What time is it, anyway?"

"Dunno yet. My phone's on the table and you're still kinda pinning me down," he said, squeezing the hand Bakugou still held, resting up on his ribs.

With a sigh that was more than a little disgruntled, Bakugou released his hand and removed his arm from around Kirishima's waist, allowing him to sit up and stretch.

"Well shit," Bakugou said, sitting up with his phone in one hand, the other rubbing his face. "We have like five fucking minutes to get ready."

Kirishima, suddenly awake, whipped around. "Wait, seriously? What time is it?"

"7:53."

"Oh shit."

"Yeah."

Usually, Kirishima would be on his feet in an instant, going into overdrive to get himself ready and then haul ass across campus to make it to first period on time, or even a few minutes late if he had to. But shit, he was in too good of a mood and way too hungry to wait until lunch to eat anything so, scratching his head (and catching a few tangles in the process, wincing as his fingers pulled through them), he turned and asked, "Wanna skip first period and go get some breakfast?"

An instant, mildly grumpy frown set on Bakugou's face. "The mess hall's not gonna be serving anymore, and no way in hell are they gonna let us off campus."

"Nah, we can just go get some cereal or something from the kitchen in the lounge and find some morning cartoons to watch or something."

"Cartoons? Really?"

"Are you really gonna argue with skipping our first class?"

"...cartoons it is."

Kirishima knew that would work. It was pretty unlike him to skip class. He hadn't done it since middle school, since that day he'd face-planted into a pile of broken glass and cut his eyelid open, but he figured today could be an exception. Sure, he'd been out sick a few times and missed some days at the beginning of semesters because of being on vacation with his family, but other than that he was completely punctual. He figured one measly class period couldn't hurt, especially because it was senior year. He deserved it. And, having gone to every class since the beginning of the semester save for the previous day's eighth period, Bakugou deserved it, too.

So cereal and morning reruns of old cartoons it was, and he couldn't have been happier about it.

⚜️

Kirishima would remember the next few weeks as being some of the absolute best in his entire high school career. For once classes were going really smoothly and he had the least amount of homework he'd had since probably elementary school, even with upcoming tests. Studying was a cinch—which was good, because more often than not his studying habits were averted by a certain blonde who could hardly seem to care less about studying. (Kirishima made sure to keep him on track, though; his grades were pretty damn decent, especially in comparison to those in previous years of high school. It was easy to see that the decline in his grades could be chalked up to lack of trying, not lack of intelligence.)

When they weren't studying, which was most of the time, they spent almost all the time they could together. It was a given. They continued to go on dates, some doubling with Jirou and Kaminari, some not. Game nights and movie days with the group remained virtually the same, though as they hadn't before they sat so much closer to each other and made it clear that they were together to anyone who might not have known better (even though at this point they were pretty sure the whole damn school knew; whether they cared or not was a different story).

They both made their way fairly easily through whatever exams popped up here and there, but eventually had to take their study dates to the library, the mess hall, or a coffee shop not too far off campus that other students frequented to keep them from getting distracted with each other during times they were serious about studying. (Well, Kirishima was serious; he always had to be the one to practically drag his boyfriend along and get him to do his homework—but never failed to reward him with kisses and things later).

Gradually, because they spent so much time together, the awkwardness that had held between them for the first few weeks of their relationship as they navigated their way through, learning things about each other and growing more comfortable with each other in a more intimate space, dissipated. Kirishima had never been so freaking comfortable with someone before. Of course he still asked permission to kiss or touch Bakugou when he wasn't absolutely sure it was okay (and even then he hinted at wanting to do it, and let the other either accept or reject his touch from there without words (and he almost always accepted it)), and Bakugou picked up on this and did it, too, even with the slight pinkening of the tips of his ears whenever he did. He found he could feel almost... vulnerable around Bakugou, even when he didn't think he really had anything to feel vulnerable about.

And he felt alive. Somehow he seemed to have so much more inspiration than he had before, which said something. He painted—a lot. And of course, Bakugou accompanied him to the art room whenever he went on weekends or after school. It felt so stupid and sappy, but even then he found he didn't care. He was happy, and ridiculously so. There was nothing anyone could say or do that would change that.

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Come the nearing end of March, talk of Spring Break was already starting to pop up around campus. Fliers about a pre-break barbecue started to go up around campus that would be held the Thursday before break began after eighth period and was free to all students. The group—Mina, Kaminari, and Jirou in particular—were already buzzing about the break despite it still being about a month away. Obviously, Jirou and Kaminari had every intention of spending theirs together as planned, and Mina was enthusing about her trip with her family to the coast.

"I can't freaking wait to see that big, blue ocean again," she gushed with a sparkle that could almost literally be seen in her eye.

Sero, as usual, had no special plans other than to help out at his family's business, but it was clear enough that he was excited to see them again.

Bakugou, on the other hand, was just happy that the weather was finally warming back up. Less and less he complained about the cool morning air, and eventually it got to the point where they were able to leave their hoodies and sweatshirts in the room for the day (even if Bakugou's fingers still got a bit chilly, though Kirishima was always more than happy to warm them up for him before they parted ways to go to first period).

Neither of them spoke of their Spring Break plans, though. Kirishima couldn't help feeling a slight pang of jealousy whenever Jirou and Kami talked about being able to spend their entire week together, knowing that it would be more than likely that he'd spend nearly the entire week by himself, away from Bakugou who probably had plans with his parents, too. For some reason he found himself reluctant to ask Bakugou what his plans were until the break was just over two weeks away.

They were on one of their walks around the outskirts of the campus when he brought it up.

"Hey, so I never asked. What are your plans for break?"

"Nothing," Bakugou deadpanned, eyes on the ground. The sole of his shoe scuffed the ground as he kicked a stick out of his way.

"More video games, huh?" Kirishima asked with a light, barely-there grin.

"Hmph. I fuckin' wish."

"Huh? Whattaya mean?"

"'M not even going home," he said. "My parents are going on this shitty annual roadtrip thing the same week. Mom said since I've been on 'good behavior,' whatever the fuck that means, I don't have to go. But that means I have to stay here 'cause I won't have a way there or back unless I wanna spend all my fucking money on a bus trip."

"So you'd rather stay here than go on a trip with your parents?" Kirishima mumbled, confused. He knew Bakugou wasn't big on his family or anything, but even this seemed a little odd.

"I'd rather stay here than be trapped in a tiny ass car for twelve hours at a time with my parents and my nieces, since they decided those two shitbrains are old enough to go this year."

A snort escaped Kirishima's nose at the word 'shitbrains,' but the amusement was short-lived. "But... you know hardly anybody's gonna be here, right? Like, you'll be pretty much all alone."

"Yup."

The conversation fell short then and they walked along in silence. Kirishima couldn't help feeling a little... disappointed after that. He was gonna be alone all break, too, but at least he got to go home. Just thinking about staying alone on a practically deserted campus had him feeling a little depressed. It would've been better if at least one person could stay with him so that—

"Then I'll stay with you," he said suddenly.

Bakugou's head snapped in his direction. "What?"

"Yeah, man." His smile came back easily. "Why not? I don't want you to be alone all Spring Break. And... I was kinda disappointed in the fact that I wouldn't get to see you all week, anyway."

The other's eyes narrowed. "But don't you wanna go spend time with your mom or whatever?"

"Of course I do, but she's gonna be on a cruise with my aunt so I'd be home alone myself all week, anyway. Might as well just stay here with you instead, right?" A bubble of giddiness was rising from Kirishima's stomach with each word. Spending all break with Bakugou, virtually alone, sounded freaking amazing, even if they were still at school.

Bakugou looked away once more, and Kirishima didn't miss the tightening of his hand in his own. "'M not gonna fuckin' ask you to do that, but do what you want," he mumbled.

Kirishima had gotten pretty damn good at reading his boyfriend and knew that those little gestures—the hand tightening and the way he'd passive-aggressively look away—spoke volumes. He wanted Kirishima to say, but he was too prideful to actually say it. Without a second thought, he knew he'd be making a phone call to his mom as soon as they got back to the room.

Bakugou

Bakugou sat on his bed shaking his leg and trying to distract himself with his phone while Kirishima was outside pacing the hall on the phone with his mom. He didn't get why he was so fucking nervous. It wasn't the thought of spending an entire week virtually alone with his boyfriend that had him on edge—fuck no. He was goddamn ecstatic about that possibility; it was pretty much all he'd been wanting since the second they'd made things official between them. No, he was paranoid that Kirishima's mom would tell him no.

"Don't worry, man, I'm not gonna tell her we're dating," Kirishima had assured him when they were almost back to the boys' dorm. "Not that I think she'd mind, but I won't risk her saying no like that."

How the fuck Dumb Hair could tell that that was something he was afraid of, Bakugou would never fucking understand. He was, however, glad that the idiot somehow managed to pick up on little things like that so he didn't have to embarrass himself and say it out loud.

His heart jumped like it was a fucking pogo stick when he heard the door open and his head snapped up. Kirishima's face was unreadable as he slipped into the room and shut the door behind him, phone gripped in one hand. Bakugou tried to remain as casual as possible by lowering his own phone into his lap and propping a leg up.

"So?" he mumbled.

"So... she didn't say no," Kirishima began, taking a seat on the unoccupied end of Bakugou's bed.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"It means she said she was cool with it when I explained why I would be staying..." Kirishima mumbled, spinning his phone between his fingers and deliberately not looking Bakugou in the eye, which sort of infuriated him with how fucking anxious he felt.

"But?" he pressed, unable to help himself and leaned forward.

"She kinda had a better idea?" he said, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

For the first time in several days, a blush started to dust its pink, merry little way across Kirishima's cheeks, even if it was subtle. "She said it's cool if I stay here with you, but she also said it'd be cool if uh, if you came and stayed with me at my place for the week instead. I mean, if you want to, of course. And if it's okay with your parents, too."

Bakugou sat back again, processing. "...she said that, or did you ask her first?"

Kirishima shook his head. "Nope, she came up with it. She was like, 'If he can't go home, why not let him stay with you for the week? Then neither of you will be alone and you'll have a friend to hang out with.' No joke."

Well, shit. Something like that wasn't something Bakugou's hag of a mother would ever suggest. And he... couldn't really see her being okay with something like that, either, as much as he suddenly really fucking wanted to go. A week alone with Kirishima was one thing, but a week along with him at his damn house, and truly alone? That definitely wasn't something he thought would—or could—happen any time soon.

"So it's up to you, Bakugou," Kirishima continued. "If you don't wanna, I get it. We can just hang here—"

"Why in the hell would you think I don't wanna? 'S my damn mother that's gonna be the problem."

"...you really don't think she'll go for it?"

Bakugou ran a hand through his hair, his teeth catching one of his lip rings in thought. "I dunno," he muttered. "Maybe. If she knew we're dating, no way in fucking hell would she. But I don't have to fucking tell her that."

"Exactly."

And she liked Kirishima enough, he thought. She had. Seriously—she'd asked about him several times via text since they met. He couldn't fucking blame her, obviously. He liked the little fucker, too. But was that enough to get his mom to go for it? Who the fuck knew, but he wanted this enough that there was no way he wasn't about to try.

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Calling his mom was a chore, as it always was. She made him talk to his dad (which was always a lot easier) and scolded him for not calling often enough, to which he'd not-so-politely reminded her that phones worked both fucking ways. It seemed he caught her in a good mood, though, because for once the hag had actually relented and admitted that he was right, which gave him all the incentive he needed to break the question to her.

"Look, so my roommate offered to let me stay with him over spring break so I don't have to stay alone on this shitty campus. It's fine with his mom and everything since she's going out of town too, but I figured I had to ask you and Dad before I just did it so you wouldn't yell at me and make my ears bleed later or someshit."

"Ohh, your roommate, huh?" She sounded so much more perky all the sudden at the mention of Kirishima. "He was a really nice kid. Kirishima, right?"

"Yeah."

"Hmm. Given your good behavior recently, I don't see why that should be a problem. But," she emphasized before he could say anything, "I'll have to talk to your father and I'm going to wait until after my phone conference with Mr. Aizawa next week to make a final decision about it."

He'd seen that coming from a thousand fucking miles away. Never in his life had his mother agreed to something so quickly, and there was no damn reason why she was about to start now. But because he wanted this so stupidly much, he tried to be at least... sort of nice to her for the rest of the conversation and had to force himself from making some excuse to cut it short when she continued to talk after the subject went away from Spring Break, even if he was gonna have to endure a shitty headache when she finally let him hang up. (He loved his mom, he did, but she seriously knew how to push his buttons and she never really needed an excuse to do just that.)

"Sooo, what'd she say?" Dumb Hair asked when Bakugou finally hung up the stupid phone. Kirishima had been sitting quietly in front of him for the whole conversation, keeping hold of his hand in silent support.

Bakugou relayed the message, which didn't fail to put that big, dumb smile back on the idiot's face. Already he was hopeful. Bakugou could only hope himself that Kirishima was hopeful enough for both of them, because he wasn't holding his breath.

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The shitty phone conference with Aizawa wasn't until Monday, three days before the school barbecue and the beginning of the break, so the next week felt like a fucking nightmare because they were kept waiting. Bakugou's mom refused to tell him what his dad said about the whole thing, and his dad neglected to respond to his text when he decided to shoot him one (which wasn't a surprise; his dad didn't give a shit about technology and rarely texted as it was).

If concentrating on studying was hard before, it was next to impossible now and he had to wing his way through his math test.

And despite all the stupid, gross anticipation and being anxious about knowing what the fuck they were going to tell him when his mom finally did call him, he had trouble actually answering the damn phone when it lit up with her contact name.

Fortunately, Kirishima was right there and tapped the green icon, giving him no other choice but to press the stupid thing up to his ear and brace himself for the rejection he was almost sure was gonna come.

He could hardly look away from his boyfriend as he talked to her, and was again silently grateful that Dumb Hair kept hold of his hand for support (not that he needed it, of course). And when he did hang up, having done his best to keep his face and answers passive enough that her answer wouldn't be given away to Kirishima right away, the other's big, hopeful eyes stuck right on his, the question so obvious in his irises that he needn't say a word.

"So I guess we should start packing," was all he said.

"Hell yeah!" Kirishima exclaimed, throwing his arms straight around Bakugou's neck. Being enveloped by him like that made Bakugou's heart fucking sing, and while he sucked at hugs, he could never help himself from returning the embrace without a second thought. "I told you she'd say yes!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Bakugou grumbled. But even he couldn't help his smile.

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