Kirishima mumbled softly but didn't wake up when Bakugou wriggled himself out of his arms. Fortunately, his grip had loosened a little during sleep, so the blonde managed to get out of bed without waking him.

Quietly he went to the door and opened it a little bit. In front of it stood a surprised Kaminari, his hand raised to knock again. Bakugou quickly slipped through the door and propped it open behind him, so that he could immediately enter again.

"Kiri's sleeping." he whispered quietly.

Kaminari looked surprised and examined Bakugou. Only then did he realize how he must look. His hair was flattened at the side where he had been lying on the pillow and his t-shirt was completely wrinkled. Heat rose in his cheeks and he hoped Kaminari wouldn't see it.

"Um... I'm not gonna ask any more questions. It seems like you two are getting along again," Kaminari said with a lowered voice and winked at him. Bakugou grimaced. What was that wink supposed to mean? "I just wanted to give Kiri the concert tickets. Did you actually want to come with us? I know that he wanted to ask you."

Bakugou nodded. He had almost forgotten the concert, but he had agreed, so he would go. "When was that again?"

"Next Saturday, so in exactly one week." Kaminari replied. He pulled two tickets out of his pocket and handed them over to Bakugou. He took them and nodded briefly to say goodbye before turning around and disappearing through the door again.

Bakugou closed the door quietly behind him, looking at the two concert tickets. When he looked up, he saw Kirishima sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling at him sleepily. Immediately he smiled back.

"Who was that?" Kirishima asked.

"Just Pikachu. He brought us the concert tickets for next Saturday," he replied and waved a little with the tickets. Then he frowned. "But I think he also wanted to check up on you. None of your friends were immune to the fact that you were in a bad state. The guy actually had a talk with me about it."

"Kami talked to you about me?" asked the redhead and pulled his eyebrows together worriedly.

Bakugou shrugged. "He blamed me and made sure I'd fix it. As if I needed to be told." He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"I guess that's my fault. He had asked and since I didn't want to tell him the whole truth, I told him the half. Sorry, I shouldn't have put the blame on you." Kirishima sounded a little ashamed at his confession.

"Fuck it. But honestly, you should tell them. Doesn't have to be now or today, but they're worried," the blonde replied.

Kirishima stood up and walked towards him. Without a warning he put his arms around Bakugou and hugged him. He stiffened briefly, before he also raised his arms and wrapped them around the redhead.

For a moment, he realized that he wouldn't have allowed this gesture from Kirishima or himself a week ago. But the thought vanished quickly as Kirishima smiled and released him. Without realizing it, Bakugou's hands remained on Kirishima's hips.

"Thank you, Baku. For everything. But I think I'm going to take a shower, hopefully then I'll be a little more presentable." He was embarrassed to drive his hand through his greasy red strands. "Do you mind if I come over afterwards?"

"Sure, just come," Bakugou replied. Suddenly he realized that his hands were still resting on Kirishima's hips. He quickly pulled them away and turned around to conceal the rising redness in his cheeks. "See you later," he mumbled before he walked towards the door. He heard a soft chuckle, before the door closed behind him.

In his own room Bakugou sat down on the bed and rubbed his palms over his face. Why was he so confused? As much as he tried to suppress those thoughts, he had to admit to himself that he liked Kirishima a lot. But he was afraid to actually call it love. He didn't want to jump to conclusions and risk hurting him again. His neighbor just had a lot to deal with, so he didn't want to make things worse with his insecurity in love matters. Well, to make things even worse, because he had already failed in that aspect.

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For a while Bakugou sat motionless on his bed and thought about Kirishima. Then when there was a knock at the door, he jumped because he was so lost in thought. He stood up and opened the door for a grinning Kirishima. His hair was freshly washed and gelled up in the usual wild spikes. Even though you could still see the slight sadness in his eyes and the dark shadows underneath, all in all he seemed much better - healthier - than before.

Bakugou took a step back and invited him in without saying a word. The redhead walked past him and threw himself on his bed.

"Make yourself at home," Bakugou murmured. He wore an annoyed facial expression, but his voice sounded amused.

Kirishima chuckled and made some room for Bakugou to sit down.

"What did you do here?" asked the redhead, curious and pointed to the two blackened areas on the bedhead.

Bakugou looked, embarrassed, to the side. He had thrown his ruined blanket and sheets away and put on new ones, but the bedhead still had the marks of his loss of control. He had tried to clean it, but it seemed that the wood was not only sooty but slightly singed and nothing could be done about that.

"Um, I accidentally lost a little control of my quirk," he said embarrassed. He didn't say when it had been, but Kirishima could put one and two together. After all, the black spots weren't there when he left the room three days ago. And he had surely heard the loud boom.

"Oh" Kirishima only said but had sparkling eyes as he continued speaking. "Do you often accidentally lose control of your body?"

"No, you piece of shit!" Bakugou shouted angrily to cover up his embarrassment.

He turned to Kirishima and was about to tackle him on the bed. But Kirishima was faster than he thought. Quickly he slipped under his arms and leaned against the desk, laughing, while the blonde stared at him lying on the bed, irritated.

Kirishima still laughed and could hardly breathe and Bakugou had to admit that he wasn't as angry as he acted. He had missed the enchanting laughter of the redhead and was secretly happy that he caused it.

Slowly he calmed down.

"Are you all right?" asked Bakugou, giving up the annoyed look on his face as a façade.

Kirishima nodded, even though his grin still was from ear to ear. Sighing, he sat down on the desk chair, as Bakugou was still lying across the bed.

A moment before Kirishima turned to the desk, Bakugou remembered what was visible to everyone lying there on top. Cupid's list. But before he could look for a panicked way to distract Kirishima, he already saw him reach for something on his desk.

When the redhead turned to him, he held the parchment in his hand. "What is this?"