It was weird being back at school again after spending most of summer in a cabin with only Bakugou's company. The first thing he did when he got to his dorm was take a long, proper shower. Washing up in the lake just didn't make him feel as clean as he should. He had missed the feel of scalding water dancing across his skin, the spray and the pressure of the water coming from above. It was refreshing to finally have power and water after so long. He knew he would be savouring this for a long time.
As he exited the bathroom, wrapped in a fuzzy towel, he felt so relaxed, but that relaxation wouldn't last long because the moment he noticed that Bakugou was sitting on his bed, waiting for him, a certain part of his body became far from relaxed.
"O-oh shit uh."
"WHAT THE FUCK, SHITTY HAIR?!" Bakugou turned his head away, clearly having seen Kirishima's massive boner.
"Dude, you surprised him!" Kirishima scolded. "What are you doing in here?"
"I fucking came to see if you needed help unpacking but now we have a lot more to unpack." Bakugou's ears were bright pink. Kirishima would have remarked about how cute it was, but he was reading the room and the room was telling him that this was not the time.
"I can get rid of this. Watch."
"I'm not watching you masturbate you fucking moron!"
"That wasn't what I was gunna do!" Kirishima insisted. He flexed his muscles until his little problem got intimidated by his own manliness and shrunk back down. It was a little trick he had learned back in his day, when puberty was just starting and his joystick was constantly curious about what was going on.
"Okay it's gone. How did you get in here?"
"You don't lock your door."
"Sorry. I'm not used to it."
"Do you need help or not?"
"Uh...yeah..." Kirishima admitted. "I could use some company while I fold my clothes." At least he hadn't had to give up clean clothes. Bakugou had been doing laundry on Fridays when he went home. He always came back on those days looking absolutely wiped. And of course he would be. He had to get everything he could done in one day.
"Hey, bakubro," Kirishima said as he started folding his shirts.
"What?"
"I'm sorry for taking your summer away like that. I know you probably had way better plans than just hanging around with me for however long Japanese summer vacations last."
"It's fine. I wouldn't have done anything important anyway." He shrugged. Kirishima put down his shirt and sat by his friend. This called for a much more sincere apology.
"It's not fine! And I promise that you won't have to do all that for me next summer. I'll save up. I'll get my own place."
Bakugou didn't reply to this. He held his face firmly in an expression Kirishima hadn't seen before, one that he couldn't figure out.
But before either of them could say another word, they were interrupted by the door opening and all of Kirishima's friends spilling in.
"Kirishimaaaaaa!" Mina cried. "We missed you! Where'd you go?!"
As Mina pulled him into a hug, he felt Bakugou's hands slip away.
"I'm fine, guys. Don't worry about me." But they did, and while they were busy telling him about all the shit he missed, Bakugou managed to slip out of the room.
Kirishima had a feeling this wouldn't end well.