I've started to run out of ideas for chapter titles if you can't tell.

It was still dark outside when Kirishima woke up the next morning, having fallen asleep fairly early in the night. His mind was all groggy as he slowly began to stretch out over his bed, letting out a quiet groan as he did. His ass felt a little sore and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. When he stretched his arms he felt his elbow brush something, and looked down in surprise to see ash-colored hair brushing against his side.

All at once his memories of the night before came back to him and brought a smile to his face. The feeling was indescribable. Kirishima closed his eyes as he relived the memory fondly, imagining he could still feel Bakugou's magical hands, and that amazing, overpowering pressure inside of him.

He looked down and saw a tent in the blankets and sighed. His gaze shifted to his boyfriend's relaxed, sleeping form. Bakugou looked like a sweaty mess, with wild hair obscuring half his face and his soft skin glistening in the faint light as the sun began to rise. It highlighted his features perfectly: his strong jaw and every contour of his perfect body. Kirishima couldn't help himself as he grabbed his member and began to slowly stroke it, forcing himself to keep his voice down so he didn't wake the other boy.

As great as it felt it just wasn't enough contact, not after last night. He cautiously turned onto his side and began to finger himself in the hopes it would add what he needed. It hurt, and he was still a bit sore, but it wasn't as painful as it was before. Before long he was using three fingers but, sadly, it also wasn't nearly as much pressure as he wanted. He couldn't get a good angle, and he couldn't reach that one spot that would push him over the edge.

"You look like you could use some help."

The voice right next to his ear made Kirishima jump. When he realized that Bakugou knew what he was doing he blushed, but the other boy was only smiling in response. His voice was deeper than usual and cracked from sleep. And his eyes-his eyes were shining with fire as he looked down at his boyfriend.

Bakugou leaned down to kiss him softly before murmuring in his ear, "Mind if I help?"

Kirishima was too desperate to argue, not that he could have resisted that beautiful voice even if he wanted to. "Yes, please."

In response Bakugou turned him onto his stomach and pressed three fingers into him at once, making Kirishima gasp and clutch the sheets tightly in his fists, but he was otherwise unphased. He was ecstatic, even, to be receiving the attention he so desperately craved. He moaned loudly when the blond boy curled his fingers.

"You're already prepared for me?" Bakugou's gravelly voice purred in his ear.

Kirishima heard the pop of the bottle of lube, and after a few seconds Bakugou's fingers were replaced by something much bigger-and better. His breath hitched at the overwhelming rush of conflicting feelings, while at the same time he reached down to continue stroking himself.

Bakugou rotated his hips, slowly working himself deeper. This wasn't the same as last night; he wasn't desperate to reach his climax. Instead he was very gentle and focused entirely on just sharing this moment with his boyfriend. His movements were slow and careful as he basked in the feeling, knowing he was responsible for bringing Kirishima this much pleasure. He bowed over his body to shower him with the kisses he seemed to love so much, while also searching for the perfect spot. When Kirishima let out a suddenly loud moan, he knew he had found it.

As he kept targeting the one spot that would make Kirishima unravel beneath him, he reached to nibble his ear and let his hot breath ruffle his hair. Eijirou tilted his head back in response, giving in to Bakugou's control. Bakugou picked up the pace then while clutching Kirishima's hips to hold him in place. Eventually he could no longer control his breathing and his breath came out in short gasps over the other boy's ear, but that only turned him on that much more.

Kirishima groaned loudly at the mixture of sensations, occasionally adding Bakugou's name to the noise. He quickened his strokes as he felt the pressure within him building. It wasn't long before he was pushed over the edge, crying out loudly as he came all over the sheets. Bakugou finished soon after, sighing into his red hair as the last waves of electricity coursed through his body.

He slumped over Kirishima's body as he fought to regain his breath for a minute. Then with a warm smile he placed a loving kiss on the back of his boyfriend's neck and slowly pulled himself out of bed. Wordlessly he began the adventure of searching for all of their clothing, which was still scattered around his normally immaculate room. He gathered together everything of his own that he could find to toss into a laundry basket-and tossing all of Kirishima's clothes to him on the bed-before going over to his closet and dresser and digging out some clean clothes for himself. But the other boy didn't seem to be in any hurry to move.

"Can you walk or are you just going to live in my bed from now on?" Bakugou asked with an eyebrow raised.

Kirishima chuckled, "I don't know, is that an offer? Because it's actually pretty tempting."

"No," Bakugou said, rolling his eyes. "I have to wash the sheets at least. Remind me to put down a towel next time or something."

"So you're saying there's a next time?" Kirishima asked with a wink.

Bakugou groaned in annoyance, "Just get dressed, would you?"

"Oh, so now you're done with me?"

Bakugou glared at him, but it was mostly as a joke. "Oh no, you're stuck with me now. You couldn't get rid of me if you tried. But for now I need to do the laundry."

Kirishima reluctantly got out of bed and started to pull on his own clothes from the night before. While he was doing that, Bakugou went over to the bed to pull the sheet off. He balled it up and stuffed it in the laundry basket, and after a brief thought he added his blanket and pillowcase as well, just to be extra thorough.

"Well, while you do that, I'm gonna go shower," Kirishima said as he finished putting on the last of his clothes.

"I should too," Bakugou pointed out. "We could go together."

Kirishima laughed, "Oh no, we aren't going to risk a repeat of this in a shower we share with all the guys in our class."

"That's not what I meant, dammit!" Bakugou growled back, succeeding only in making Kirishima laugh harder.

"Face it, that's exactly how it would turn out and you know it. Whether you plan on it or not," Kirishima pointed out. "And hey, at least your quirk makes it so your sweat smells like caramel. I'll meet you in the common room when I'm done?"

"Yeah, fine," Bakugou answered, and Kirishima left without another word on the matter.

Bakugou sighed as the door closed behind him. He had a valid point that, of the two of them, Bakugou could probably most afford to skip showering. Because his sweat shared many similarities with nitroglycerin, it also shared some odd traits: such as smell. Nitroglycerin has a sort of burnt sugar smell, so Bakugou's sweat did as well.

Unfortunately, this is one of the rare times that he genuinely did need a shower. Kirishima must not have been able to smell it, but Bakugou could clearly distinguish the stench of sex all over his room-and him especially. New clothes alone wouldn't be able to hide that. But, Kirishima just had to make the executive decision that he wouldn't be getting a shower, at least not until after his laundry.

No doubt with his luck he would wind up meeting someone in that time. Other students might not necessarily recognize the smell, but he shuddered to think of the consequences if one of the teachers happened to catch the smell. He ran to the closet where he had a number of boxes he never fully unpacked and dug around until he found a small, plain black bottle. His mother had insisted on him packing it, and now he was glad that she had.

It was a bottle of cologne that was gifted to him by some distant relative he didn't even remember the name of. He had never used anything like this before so he was pretty cautious, but he supposed it was a good thing he had it on hand now. But he didn't even know what it smelled like. He cracked the seal and took a tentative sniff.

It smelled like...coffee. He sprayed a tiny bit on his wrist and sniffed again. Weirdly enough, it worked wonders to cover up the smell and even if his own sweet-smelling sweat broke through it worked to merely accentuate the scent. Strong smells weren't very popular in Japan generally, but at least with this it smelled like something as mundane and normal as coffee. He could explain that away easily enough.

Bakugou generously doused himself in the stuff until he reeked of coffee and all other scents were masked completely, then a few more sprays to be sure it would last for a while. He turned around and sprayed it in his room a few times to mask the stench as well as he could, then stashed the bottle back in a box at the bottom of the closet. Whether it was truly effective or not, this would have to do for now.

With a heavy sigh he grabbed his laundry basket and started to head downstairs. He made his way down to the laundry room without incident and started packing everything into the washer, when he remembered with a start that the showers were in the next room over. He heard one of them turn on and paused a moment.

Could it be...no, he snapped his mind out of the thought before he could fully imagine it and went back to doing the laundry. He wasn't going to let his mind wander. Not even to thoughts of Kirishima in the shower, with water and soap flowing down his smooth skin and over the layers of muscle on his perfect body, crimson hair flowing down and sticking to his back...

"Did you drink a lot of coffee this morning or bathe in it!?"

Bakugou visibly jumped, realizing he had let his mind wander after all. "None of your damn business Short-Circuit!"

"But seriously, dude, when did you start drinking coffee?" Kaminari asked, ignoring him completely. That idiot really could be dense sometimes.

"Rough night," Bakugou grumbled as he started the washer. I'm not exactly lying, he thought with a smirk.

"You and Kirishima finish your homework then?"

Bakugou just mumbled back, "Yeah."

"You guys should have joined us then," Kaminari said with a friendly smile. "We were out pretty late. It was a lot of fun."

Bakugou rolled his eyes. "No, we kept ourselves busy."

"Ooh, I know what that means!" Kaminari said with a laugh, as if he had any idea what that meant.

The idiot had no idea what he was talking about, so Bakugou forced himself to keep his cool and elbowed past him to leave the room. The stupid sparky kid just snickered to himself as he passed. Bakugou decided he would make something for him and Kirishima to eat when he got out of the-nope, he wasn't going to let his mind drift off again. But it would be a nice gesture to make breakfast for his boyfriend, and though he hated to admit it, cooking was one of his guilty pleasures.

There was just something so calming about it as he grabbed some ingredients out of the fridge and crafted something with his own two hands. Keeping his hands busy let him think about other things without any real worry. It was a struggle to keep his mind from drifting to thoughts of Kirishima in the shower, but he did spend most of the time thinking about his schoolwork and some of the other idiots he begrudgingly considered "friends".

Bakugou felt a presence behind him and almost elbowed whoever it was on instinct. He realized just in time that it must be Kirishima and only just managed to stop himself. He forced himself to seem unaffected by his presence since they were in the common room, but he couldn't resist a little smile when Eijirou placed a sneaky little kiss on his cheek.

"Whatcha making me?"

"Food."

"What kinda food?"

"The edible kind," Bakugou retorted, his smile growing wider when that seemed to stop his pestering questions. "Now back off a little. What if someone sees?"

"Well," Kirishima thought before answering, "I imagine you would just kill them and make sure they take our secret to their grave. Anyway, most of the people who stayed for the weekend already know about us."

Bakugou shrugged his shoulders. "Most, but not all, and it's not like I want to get all lovey-dovey and shit in front of our classmates. I don't really feel like murdering today either."

"Whoa, who are you and what have you done with the real Bakugou?" Kirishima asked in mock fear. "But more importantly, why does your clone smell like a caramel macchiato?"

"I reeked so I had to improvise with some cologne," Bakugou explained.

The redhead furrowed his eyebrows as he said, "Alright man, but you didn't have to shower yourself with it. You're going to smell like a coffee shop for weeks."

"Better than smelling like you," Bakugou retorted.

Kirishima pretended to be offended, "You wound me. I smell great!"

The redhead finally backed off and Bakugou let out a little sigh of relief. Inwardly, though, he was rather sad; he would have liked to keep him around a little while longer if he wasn't afraid of what others would say. He was warm and comforting, and he hadn't quite realized how good it felt to feel the pressure of his body wrapped around him until Kirishima was already gone.

With an inward sigh he focused on finishing their breakfast. After a short while he had two plates in his hands and strode over to the table that Kirishima was sitting at. This was the first time he was actually seeing him after his shower, and it was honestly extremely difficult to choke back the laughter that suddenly threatened to burst from his lips. The redhead had a big, puffy sweatshirt tied around his neck, probably in an attempt to hide his hickey.

"What's so funny?" Kirishima asked with a frown as he accepted a plate from his boyfriend.

Bakugou gestured toward his neck and said, "If you're trying to hide the hickey, you couldn't be any more obvious if you tried. Have you thought of wearing a scarf? Or, better yet, just tape a sign over it that says 'definitely not a hickey'. Honestly, you look gay."

Kirishima's eyes widened in shock. "Oh no. I better break the news to my boyfriend. He's going to be heartbroken when he finds out."

"Shuddup," Bakugou grumbled. "I just meant I thought you wanted to be more secretive than that. Just wear your sweatshirt like a normal human and that should be enough to cover it up."

"You sure about that?"

Bakugou shrugged and said, "At least if someone like the grape kid sees it you can pretend it was a girl or something. Little perv will be in such a jealous rage he won't think anything else of it."

"You're not wrong," Kirishima said, beaming. "So, anyway, what do you want to do today?"

Bakugou shrugged. "Not sure. Maybe work with my quirk for a bit I guess; it's been a pretty long time since I've gotten a good training session in. You should hang out with your friends and relax today. I saw Sparky earlier, he looked like he wanted attention. He was pretty sad you didn't hang out with him last night."

"What about you?" Kirishima demanded. "I want to hang out with you, too."

"Oh no, I've had enough of you to last a lifetime," Bakugou teased.

Kirishima frowned as he asked, "Don't you want to hang out with me too?"

Bakugou waved a chopstick in front of his face dismissively as he answered, "Your puppy dog eyes won't work on me. Of course I do, but you should spend some time with your other friends too. I need to train, you need to socialize with real humans. We shouldn't let our relationship get in the way of that."

Fine," Kirishima stubbornly joked, "we're gonna have an awesome time without you."

"I look forward to it," Bakugou responded.