Every flower must bloom... [Hanahaki] [Kiri x Baku]

[NicTheDjinn]

Bakugo was known to have hanahaki disease, though he didn’t want to admit who was the cause of it. And slowly but surely, he’s been getting worse. His lungs always ached as well as his throat, he was always in pain. In his mind, he’d be fine and get over the crush, but that hadn’t happened yet for some reason. Bakugo was getting worse and worse, there wasn’t a day that went by where he didn’t cough up at least a full bouquet worth of flowers.

He didn’t want to admit his crush. Even at the cost of his life, he was terrified of being rejected. If he was rejected, he would have to get the surgery to save his life. And he would completely forget the one person he cared about more than anything else. He was constantly in pain, and as it got worse, he would throw up fewer petals and more blood. Eventually, it would just be blood with minimal petals, then roots would start coming up. Nothing soothed his throat anymore and his friends would constantly tell him to just fucking confess already, but Bakugo refused. He’d die before he confessed or got the stupid surgery, Bakugo couldn’t just forget all about him.

But it was a normal day at school, he was sitting out during training. He couldn’t train if his lungs were blocked up by this stupid plant. It was pissing him off, Bakugo wanted to fucking train. But he couldn’t. So he just sat and leaned back, staring at the sky as he coughed a little and stared at the petals that burst out of his mouth. He quickly hunched over and clutched his throat with one hand while his other clasped over his mouth. He dropped them onto the ground and huffed. Bakugo then looked to see him running around the track, the man he loved. He looked away, his face having a light blush to it now. Bakugo sighed again and leaned back, staring at the sky again and taking as deep of a breath as he could. Though it wasn’t that easy to take a deep breath with petals clogging his lungs.

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The more time passed, the more worried Kirishima found himself getting. Bakugou was getting worse... The longer he bottled up the more blood there was and honestly, Kirishima was terrified at this point. Katsuki was stubborn at the best of times, but also very logic-oriented and straightforward. He had no idea who it was that the blonde was pining over, but it just seemed so unlike him not to just come out with it. Then again, one of the few things Bakugou was poor at was expressing himself properly.

Who could it be that had him so scared to confess? Was it Izuku? He doubted it... The two got on like oil and water. They worked side by side, but mixing was pretty out of the question or happened only briefly. No... Couldn't be him... Maybe someone really unexpected like Tokoyami? No... They didn't interact much unless the Goth happened to be hanging out with the group. Todoroki? That didn't seem right either. Both of them had very big problems expressing themselves, which sounded like a train wreck waiting to happen. Was he into girls? Ochako or Jiro maybe? Ugh, but he'd never noticed him express any interest in the girls like that. Who could it be?! He needed to find out somehow so that he could help Bakugou confess! He couldn't just stand by and watch him die!

It was for that very reason that he'd been very careful to keep his own problems to himself. Bakugou had enough to worry about as his health declined more and more, he didn't have to worry about his idiot best friend waking up one morning to a coughing fit. At first, it was just a sort of uncomfortable tightness in his chest, but about a week ago he'd woken up coughing and there were a couple of drops of blood. It had been worrying, but as hard as he'd coughed, he just assumed he'd hurt himself a little doing it. The next day while training a bit before bed, it had happened again and this time, he'd coughed something up. Was he sick? It didn't feel like phlegm or something. Pulling it out of his mouth, he paled at the side. Smeared with a little blood was a petal, black outlined in orange with a burst of orange at its root. No... No this couldn't be happening... He didn't love Bakugou! He just cared about him! It's what best friends did! R-right...?

The more he thought about it the more he realized it was true... His eyes would linger too long, he found himself worrying about him constantly now that he was literally slowly dying before his eyes. He'd had a good cry about it that night and honestly, it wasn't the only time. Still, he'd been lucky enough that it had happened when no one was around. Now he could prepare himself for the future. From then on, if he felt like coughing he would suppress it and excuse himself to the bathroom or some other innocent reason to get it out of his system before returning as if nothing was out of place. So far so good... He'd yet to convince Bakugou to tell him who he was crushing on or get him to confess to them though... He'd just have to keep trying, there was no way he would just let him die! He just... Couldn't...

So about that, 'so far so good'... It seemed the universe was clearly plotting against him. Today was one of their 'rest' days so the training wasn't as intensive as usual. They were focusing on strength and stamina training and at the moment Kirishima was in the half of the class that was focusing on stamina and would be switching to strength for the second half of class. Everything was going fine, though he was having a little more trouble with his breathing than usual as he ran along the track. He was fine, just a little longer and he could excuse himself for a moment to get whatever was in his system out then get back to it. No big dea---and then he almost tripped and right in front of Bakugou no less! Ugh, how embarrassing! No! Not now! Not in front of so many people! At least no one was near him at the moment, though they would be able to see him at a distance. He would come up with an excuse for why he'd been coughing later.

Fuck, this time was particularly bad too... He felt like he was choking! When he finally stopped, he froze at the bloody sight in his hand. For the first time, it wasn't just slick bicolored petals. Sitting, partially stuck to his palm by blood was an entire bloom. He was finally getting to see what it looked like all put together and in any other situation he might have thought it was a beautiful flower. The orange in the middle formed a bursting effect out into the black from the center with each petal outlined in orange as well. He didn't know what kind of flower it was, but maybe he could look it up later when he had the time. Definitely some kind of lily, but he had no idea which one. Right now he was curling his fingers around it, wiping the blood off his lips with the back of his hand and bolting off the track for the locker room. He had to hide, at least for a moment!

(Alright, picture/info time!

To represent Bakugou: Lily Allen "Popstar" Asiatic lily. It's a hybrid lily based on the tiger lily which represents 'confidence, pride, wealth and prosperity.'

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To represent Kirishima, I selected the red peony. Peony in the west symbolizes 'bashfulness' which is fitting in itself, but in Japan where this takes place, it symbolizes 'masculinity and bravery'. Combined, it's the perfect flower for both of Kirishima's sides. The peony is also the flower used to represent honorable samurai!

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Long ago he had started coughing up full flowers, hacking them up in the middle of class, and then just dropping them into the trash can now next to his desk. He didn’t even bother leaving the room anymore, it happened so frequently. He’d wipe his mouth with a tissue and Aizawa would continue class. He hated that he interrupted the class, but he couldn’t help it. Bakugo hated throwing up these flowers, they were so stupid. Occasionally he would just blow up the flowers in his hand and drop the ashes into the trash. He was crap at emotions and could never admit that he was in love with Kirishima.

That shitty haired idiot made him so nervous now. He was nervous around him, scared he would find out that it was him Bakugo loved. He couldn’t handle the rejection of his best friend. And he couldn’t just forget him with the surgery. He couldn’t lose all the happy memories that came with knowing Kirishima. When he first started coughing up flowers, he didn’t know who the hell he liked that much. He only cared about Kirishima and sort of Deku, but didn’t love either of them. And he vaguely cared about the idiots in the Bakusquad, but not enough to get this dumb disease over them. And soon enough he figured out that it was Kirishima. That red-haired dumbass made him so flustered and happy. But he couldn’t let the happy memories get torn away with the rejection that came soon after a confession. So he hid his feelings and didn’t say anything.

He got worse each and every day, when hanging out with the Bakusquad he would occasionally grab one of them and then start hacking. He’d lean on them while they’d pay his back and he would hack up petals and flowers. Though no one noticed the blood since the flowers were already red. The coughing would keep him awake at night and he barely slept now. He couldn’t train anymore, all he did was study and hope that the feelings would go away. But they never did, he just got worse. Bakugo would sit awake at night, doing homework and pulling petals out of his mouth. They tasted terrible. He hated that this was happening.

Bakugo knew that Kirishima was worried about him. He was his best friend and he was letting himself slowly die in front of him. He couldn’t do anything to stop this though, except love Bakugo back. But he knew that wouldn’t happen, so he’d die before he confessed. He had already cried so much over Kirishima and how much like crap he felt about this. He was in love with a man who would never love him back. This was hopeless. Bakugo was absolutely hopeless. He would die a hopeless loser in love with someone who wouldn’t ever love him.

Bakugo watched Kirishima run, noticing how he almost tripped and he snorted, it was kinda funny. But then he saw him coughing, and he sat up, watching as he coughed something up and then he saw the bright orange and black. He panicked a little, Kirishima just coughed up a flower. He had hanahaki, he was in love with someone. Bakugos heart broke even more, He was in love with someone and he had even less of a shot now. Before his shot was practically nonexistent, now it was totally nonexistent. Then he saw him bolt off. And on impulse, he got up and ran after him. Bakugo ignored the pain in his chest as he ran and chased after Kirishima. When he saw him disappear into the locker room, he swung open the door and ran in. “Idiot! You have hanahaki?” He yelled as he ran in and looked for Kirishima.

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Safe in the locker room... Now, what to do with his flower...? He had followed the first compulsion he got and started to head to a sink to wash the blood off the very thing that was slowly starting to kill him. This was a short-lived plan as the door flew open and fuck him it was Bakugou. Of course, it was. His luck wouldn't have it any other way it seemed. He had been startled enough to almost drop the flower to the floor only to catch it out of the air and clutch it to his chest, all while being so very careful not to accidentally crush it.

"Wha?! No, I...! Fuck..." He knew he'd been caught. Lying at this point was moot. "Yeah... But you have bigger things to worry about than me." He looked down at the bloodied bloom in his hand sadly, finally going to the sink as planned. He washed away the blood with all the care in the world, as if the thing that was killing him was something precious. "It's so pretty..." He really didn't expect something as pretty as this to represent Bakugou. He would have expected something with more bite like a venus flytrap or a cactus. Honestly? He's kind of glad it's neither of those things. That just sounds horrible to experience.

"I wish you would tell me who it is you're pining for... I don't want you to die... Please... I-I care a lot about you, I just want you to be okay. You're a great guy, I'm sure they'll love you! I'll help! Just tell me who it is already! We're all worried! I---" And then he was coughing again, this time into the sink as it was already there. Just a bunch of petals this time. Good... The whole flower had been hard on him. Fuck... His chest hurt... His free hand clutching at his chest. He could feel it get worse. It wasn't hard to tell what was happening as Bakugou himself was very familiar with the symptoms himself.

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When he saw Kirishima he ran over to him and stood at his side, watching him hold a flower to his chest? Why was he trying to save the thing that was killing him? “Don’t lie to me shitty hair.” He said and frowned deeply. “I don’t have shit to worry about! You have hanahaki....” He frowned deeper and looked at the flower, following him to the sink and washing the blood off of it. Why did he care so much? Probably because whoever was doing this meant so much to him that he wanted to protect anything that was connected to that person. “It’s a Popstar Lily.” He said quietly and put his hand on Kirishima's shoulder. Bakugo has a special interest just like everyone else, and his was flowers and gardening in general. His room had various plants and flowers in it, and out on his balcony too.

Then he pulled his hand back and looked away. “I can’t fucking tell you...but I don’t want you to die either idiot! You’re the only person out of the shitty friend group that I can tolerate!” That was kinda a lie, he loved all of his friends, he just couldn’t say that. His words got all twisted going from his head to his mouth. “Tell me who you’re pining for, stupid. Whoever it is probably doesn’t deserve you, but you obviously fuckin love them.” Then when he said they were all worried, he looked away. But then he started coughing. Bakugo took the flower from him and set it down by the sink. He rubbed Kirishimas back as he coughed. When he was done, he stopped, but his hand lingered on his back. He put his hand on his own chest, he could feel one of the flowers coming up, it hurt like hell. Then he couldn’t breathe so he ran to another sink and started coughing into it. Bakugo hacked up a flower along with petals around it. He turned away from Kirishima and pulled the petals out of the sink, putting them in the trash nearby and then washing off his flower. It was a red peony.

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Of course Bakugou would play down the fact he was dying... The fact he was doing so because he was concerned about Kirishima however, made his heart ache. He loved him so much... Together they went to the sink and once the pretty flower was nice and clean, Bakugou identified it for him. He couldn't say he was surprised. Bakugou didn't come off as the type to be into flowers but he was and he was confident about it too. It was healthy to have a hobby that helped you relax, though it was ironic that Bakugou's hobby was so closely related to what was actively killing him. "Popstar Lily...? I'll have to look them up later."

He enjoyed the feel of the other's hand on his shoulder, assuming that it was there because he was getting a better look at the flower that had come out of his friend, a hint towards who he was in love with, as they always were. Once again, Bakugou denied him and tried to deflect with concern for the faux redhead. As for the insurance that he didn't care about the rest of the crew, Kirishima knew him well enough and spoke his language. He knew very well that he cared about their little family.

"Bakugou, you're way further along than I am. WAY further. And... Don't talk down about my crush, I think he deserves so much better than me and... Well, I hope he finds that..." He realized that he just gave away the gender of his love, but he decided to own it and not take it back. Bakugou helped him through another smaller coughing fit before having one of his own. Kirishima, of course, was quick to return the favor tears welling up in his eyes as he saw what his friend brought up into the sink. There was so much blood...

He sniffled as he rubbed the blonde's back, looking at the frilly red flower he was now washing off. It was bigger than the dainty little thing he'd just coughed up. It must be horrible having to deal with such a bulky flower. Poor Bakugou... "Peony, right? They're popular in traditional Japanese art. I've never seen one in person though. Your crush's flower is pretty too..." His voice cracked a little at the thought that Bakugou was in love and was going to die and leave them all because of it. It wasn't supposed to end this way! He was supposed to fight for the number one hero spot!!

"Bakugou..." He hesitated for a moment steeling his nerves before continuing. "If I promise to tell you who I'm in love with, will you tell me who you feel for? I'll tell you, if you tell me first." He wanted to make sure Bakugou didn't back out. He didn't think he would, but with how he was choosing death over confessing to his crush, he couldn't be sure. He could feel his heart pounding as he waited, hoping that the chance to save his life might finally be enough to get the answer out of him.

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Bakugou doesn’t care if he was dying, now he had Kirishima to worry about. He was dying too! He couldn’t stand that, he needed Kirishima to live and be happy. He needed to help him get with whoever he was in love with. Taking care of the plants gave him a sense of responsibility and happiness. It calmed him to look at the flowers and take care of each one. Making sure they were all perfectly fine and doing good. “They’re pretty, but I don’t have any growing in my room yet.” He said and smiled a little down at it. But he hated this flower now, it was killing Kirishima. It was hurting him.

He looked down at the flower, but couldn’t recall what it meant. He knew what his own meant and of course, that was the flower that represented Kirishima. Bakugou looked at the flower and wondered what it meant. Who was Kirishima in love with? Who was he pining so hard for? He needed to find out soon, before he got worse. Bakugou just wanted him to be happy and healthy and with the love of his life.

“I don’t care! Sure I’m closer to dying, but if you died...if you died I wouldn’t know what to do with my damn self. You’re my stupid best friend.” He said and frowned deeper. Then he revealed that his crush was a man. That made him have a small glimmer of hope, but it died out quickly. Kirishima wouldn’t love him. “You’re the best guy I know...he better deserve you or I’ll kick his ass.” When he had his own coughing fit, he coughed up the flower, as well as some petals and about half of another flower. He wiped his mouth and washed away the blood. He clutched his throat, it ached and it hurt so damn bad.

He loved the feeling of the hand on his back, it was so comforting when it came from Kirishima. Bakugou nodded a little as he held the flower in his hands. “It...It’s as pretty as he is...” Bakugou glanced at Kirishima and then looked down at the flower again. He touched the petals and sighed a little. The way his voice cracked made him worry that he was gonna have another coughing fit, but he didn’t. He sighed from relief and put down the flower. He knew he would die, he would never make it to number one. His dream would die with him.

He looked at him and frowned. No way he was gonna admit that first! “N-No...I won’t tell you who I’m in love with first. You go first.” He shook his head and looked away. “I can’t go first...I hate even admitting it to myself. You say yours first, or we could just say it at the same damn time. I can’t...I can’t go first.” He muttered and looked at Kirishima for a moment. Bakugou then turned his head away, picking up the flower and going to sit on a bench. He stared down at it and rubbed his thumb against the petals.

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Eijirou continued to gently pat and rub the blonde's back till he was sure the fit was over. Poor Bakugou... Peonies were very large flowers with so many petals! These weren't very large yet, but he realized by that alone that Bakugou didn't have long. If the flowers started coming up much larger, he would choke to death before the roots in his lungs got him. "Yeah...? Heh... He must be really pretty then..."

Who could it be...? It was a boy so now he was sure it was none of the girls. Midoriya was cute, but pretty didn't quite fit for him. Todoroki was gorgeous... Kaminari was really pretty too. This flower didn't quite seem like something they would have, though. Who then? Someone from B? Monoma was really good looking and the flower was flashy enough, but it was no secret that he and Bakugou hated each other so that couldn't be it. Fuck... Who was it?! Bakugou had just called him his best friend so he couldn't be it either! Dammit!!

Then, despite the high price, Bakugou once again refused to answer. Tears quietly trickled down his cheeks as he sat next to his crush, looking down at the pretty two-toned lily he'd taken from the sink as they relocated. He was being forced to go first. The thought of losing Bakugou was enough for him to cave. He couldn't risk it. But saying it outright was just too hard...

"The guy I fell in love with... I... Heh... He's the manliest guy I know. He's really smart and a really good guy, deep down. He's really strong too. A powerful and flashy quirk. I just... I love him so, so much... He... Heh heh... I noticed it when I coughed up my first petal, but now that I get to see the whole thing put together..." He showed it to the blonde again, admiring the black and the orange streaking out into it as well as framing it. "It even looks like a little explosion, doesn't it...?" In the end, he hadn't said who it was, but Bakugou was a smart boy and Kirishima was being far from subtle even if he couldn't bring himself to state a name plainly.

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Bakugou wanted his hand to stay on his back, he wanted Kirishima to keep touching him. He just wanted his hands on his body all the time. He knew he would probably choke on a flower before he could get through this disease. How stupid, dying from choking on a flower. “He...yeah. He is. He just doesn’t realize it. Maybe he’s more hot than pretty, but to me... He’s perfect. His eyes are gorgeous and his eyelashes are so long and stupid and pretty and I fucking hate that I love it. And...his lips... God, I want to kiss him so fucking bad!” He groaned in annoyance and dropped the flower onto his lap, rubbing his hands over his face.

While he thought of Kirishima as his best friend, he wanted him to be his best friend and his boyfriend. He just wanted him in his life. He just wanted Kirishima. As much as he wanted to find out who he loved, he couldn’t say it first. He couldn’t tell him only to find out that he was right and Kirishima didn’t love him. He couldn’t handle the pain that would come with that. Bakugou would tell him he was in love with him, then find out who his crush was, then help him get with that person, and die. He could die contently knowing Kirishima was happy.

He just sort of stared at him while he spoke, didn’t Kirishima call him the manliest guy he knew? Maybe that was just a lie when he said that. But as he kept talking, he kept thinking of himself, how Kirishima always said he saw him. But who was he kidding? He was just being hopeful. Bakugou was being crazy. But when the flower was turned to him, he looked down on it and smiled a little, chucking. “Guess it does look li-...” An explosion. It looked like one of Bakugou's explosions. He slowly turned to Kirishima and just stared at him. Then he teared up and picked up the flower from his hand and the one on his lap. He set them down next to each other and practically tackled Kirishima, knocking him over onto the bench to lay down and kissing him. He laid on top of him and kissed him while he started crying.

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Wow... Bakugou thought so highly of his crush. He sounded so sexy! Due to teasing in elementary and middle school, he'd been too anxious to come out as gay in high school, but he definitely was. Pretty eyes, lashes, lips... Shit, was it Kaminari? Fuck... Well, at least he knew Denki was a really good guy. He'd help. It hurt so very much that it wasn't him, but he would help. Saving Bakugou and helping him be happy would be enough.

He watched as the cogs turned in his friend's head and could see the instant it all clicked into place. Now Bakugou knew. Oh fuck, he was crying. He should have expected that. Of course, he would be upset that Kirishima would die because he didn't feel the same. A tiny distressed sound left him when the pretty two-toned flower was taken from him and he promptly started to panic. Tears welled up in his beautiful eyes, clinging to those long lashes and trickling down his cheeks.

"P-please, don't be upset! It's okay if you don't feel the same, it'll be oka---gah!!!" And then he was on his back and there were desperate lips against his own. His eyes were wide for a stunned moment then realization finally hit him like a runaway train. It was him. Those fluffy red flowers were his! His brows pinched and his eyes squeezed shut as he gave a sob into the kiss. They weren't going to die. They would both be fine! Bakugou would be fine! He wrapped his arms tightly around his love, pressing kiss after desperate kiss to his lips. Between a few, he spoke in half sobs. "We're stupid... We're so fucking stupid... Fuck... I love you... I love you SO much...!"

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Bakugou always thought highly of Kirishima, even before he fell in love with him. He thought he was the prettiest, hottest, sexiest guy he’d ever seen. And god his hero suit felt like a personal fucking attack on Bakugou. The way it showed off his body, it took everything in him to not run his hands up his abs and chest. And grab that stupid strap across his body and pull him up against Bakugou and kiss him roughly. He never bothered telling anyone he was gay, they never bothered to ask. So he said nothing. But he craved to know if Eijirou was, and now he knew his crush was a man, so he knew he had to be at least bi.

He felt the tears roll down his cheeks, he didn’t bother wiping at them. He just let the happy tears run down his cheeks. It made him so happy to know that this flower represented him. He took it from Kirishima and just stared at it for a moment. He did notice how he panicked a little, and that made him upset, but he knew that in the next moment he would be so happy. That little sound of distress made his heart hurt. And the tears made him upset. He didn’t want him to cry ever, he was too pretty to cry.

“I’m not upset, stupid.” He muttered before tackling him and kissing him desperately. He just wanted Kirishima to know how he felt. When Bakugou felt him kiss back just as desperately and sob into the kiss, it made his heart clench. Kirishima would be okay, he wouldn’t die. Everything would be fine now. He had the love of his life, and Kirishima loved him just as much. His arms slid around his neck and one of his hands moved into his hair. Then his other slid to his cheek. Bakugou wiped the tears and chuckled in between the kisses. “We are fuckin stupid. But Eijirou...” He pulled back a little and looked down at him. “I love you too, so damn much. To the point of getting this stupid flower disease.” He leaned down again to kiss him deeply, his hands on his cheeks as he smiled widely into the kiss.

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Already he could feel that horrible pressure in his chest starting to ease. Like any illness, it didn't just go away. It took a bit to work its way back out of your system, but they would be better soon, with Bakugou's more serious case taking longer. That was alright. The fact that he would get better soon was all that mattered. He smiled as the kiss was broken so his new boyfriend could wipe some of his tears away. It didn't work very well as more replaced them soon after. At least they were happy tears now.

He'd called him by his first name! They would be on a first-name basis now, wouldn't they? Even better than that, hearing Bakugou say that he loved him too. Now his heartfelt tight for a completely different reason. "I'm sorry I made you so sick... But I'm glad I'm the one that made you feel better." He murmured back eagerly returning the kiss. His own hands started to explore a little, running along his love's broad shoulders, down his strong back, over his sides to that perfect tapered waist. He loved every inch of him and he couldn't wait to familiarize himself with every single one.

It occurred to him that they were in the locker room. Someone might come looking for them soon and accidentally walk in on them making out. Putting aside the embarrassing fact that the thought wasn't unappealing to him, they probably shouldn't be doing this here as someone might come soon. Despite these thoughts, he found that he couldn't bring himself to put a stop to the kissing. Fuck it. Everyone knew that Bakugou had been dying. They would understand.

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Bakugou felt a little bit of relief as his pain started going away. But it still hurt like hell. Eventually, he’d hack up any remaining flowers or petals in his throat, and the roots would just naturally dissolve away. It would feel amazing to breathe deeply again without hacking up flowers afterward. Then he grinned, he’d get to train again. He could train with his boyfriend. He kept wiping at his eyes but more tears just kept flowing. He made an annoyed sound and rubbed his eyes a little. Bakugou was just glad they were happy tears.

He shook his head a little and sighed. “Don’t be sorry, idiot! It’s my own fault for fucking falling in love with you...” He muttered and nuzzled against him a little. “I’m just damn glad you loved me and not some shitty extra.” Bakugou smiled a little at the feeling of Kirishima's hands running along his body. God, he craved that feeling for so long. He slid his own hands to rest against Kirishima's chest, rubbing his thumbs against him and smirking a little. Bakugou pulled out of the kiss for a moment just to look at Kirishima and admire him. Then kissing him again.

He was far too busy kissing Kirishima and touching him to realize that someone could walk in on them. He pulled back a little to shift his body and straddle Kirishima's waist. Bakugou unzipped the training uniform Kirishima was wearing and slid his hands up under the undershirt he was wearing. As he ran his hands along his abs, he grinned and stared at Kirishima. “Damn...I always thought about touching you like this, and it’s way fucking better than I thought.” His grin grew as he traced his fingers along his abs and slid his hands up his chest, moving to lean over him again and kiss him.

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Bakugou looked so happy! It wasn't that he couldn't be happy, of course, but he didn't show it outwardly as often as most. He looked so very good when he smiled and his laughter was so nice... He laughed himself as his boyfriend made a valiant but futile effort to wipe away his tears. He closed his eyes as they were rubbed, laughing as he instantly recognized and all but heard the demand for his tear ducts to 'stop fucking crying'.

"We can't help who we fall in love with, bro." He murmured, enjoying the snuggle he was getting. "Heh... The more you described the person you were in love with, the more I thought it might be Kaminari. I had my doubts, but he's just so attractive I thought... I... Oh my God..." He smiled wide, blushing to his ears and down his neck with the realization of who all those amazing compliments were about. He laughed happily as he covered his face, allowing Bakugou to touch his chest through his clothes. That felt nice...

When he came back out from hiding in his hands he was happy to kiss him right back again, still happily flushed at how much Bakugou loved him. He had no idea what he had done to win such deep affection from the generally grumpy teen, but he couldn't be more grateful for it. When they broke apart again, he was confused as Katsuki just sort of looked at him. Then it clicked. That's exactly it. He was looking at him, to look at him. He lightly bit his lip, allowing himself to do the same, able to drink in the blonde's handsome face for the first time in more than little snuck glances. Bakugou was his... This gorgeous, wonderful, passionate man was his... He gave a happy whimper as he leaned in to kiss again still stunned that this was all real.

Their lips parted ways again and this time it was so Bakugou could straddle him. He took the chance to shift a little so his back was a touch more comfortable on the bench. He felt his cheeks warm as his overshirt was unzipped only for warm hands to trail up his sculpted abs all the way to his chest. He arched up into his boyfriend's touch, his breathing picking up a little. "Bakugou..." Breathlessly he tried to speak between kisses but he so wanted those kisses. "Someone might... Come in..." Despite his words, he still kissed back and his hands still ran up the length of Bakugou's thighs to his hips.

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He wasn’t one that usually showed his happiness. But how could he not? He was crying happy tears even though he didn’t want to be crying, he had the man of his dreams, his stupid flower disease would finally go away, his life was good. Bakugou rubbed at his own eyes some more and made another annoyed sound. Eventually, it stopped though and he just huffed, his eyes were a little red now from rubbing at them and crying.

When he got called bro he pulled away and flicked his forehead. “I’m gonna have your tongue in my mouth in a few minutes, do not call me 'bro.'” He scoffed as he looked at Kirishima. “You’re the only one out of the whole shitty class that is attractive. God, you’re so fucking hot.” He rubbed his hands over his body as Kirishima covered his face and laughed. “You a little embarrassed at me calling you hot, pretty, sexy?” His voice got lower as he moved closer to Kirishima's ear. “You’re so damn hot Eijirou. Your hero costume fucking drives me nuts.” Bakugou pulled his hands away from his face and stared at him with a grin. Then putting his hands back on his chest.

Bakugou kissed him happily, loving the feeling of Kirishima's lips on his. They were so soft and fit well with his. He loved to be affectionate but never got to be because he was so aggressive all the damn time. But now he could be, he could hug or kiss his boyfriend and hold his hand. When he pulled away he bit Kirishimas lip ever so slightly. He stared down at him and admired the way he looked under him. As much as he enjoyed this sight at some point he wanted to be pinned down by Kirishima. For now though, he was gonna straddle him and kiss him and love him. The whimper made him blush and kiss him again. Fuck hearing him whimper like that half made his heart hurt because why was he whimpering was he okay? And half made him turned on.

As he pulled away to straddle his hips he watched as Kirishima shifted a little to make himself more comfortable. Then he started touching his boyfriend, loving the way his body felt under his hands. “God, you’re so fucking hot...” He muttered and pulled away his overshirt, shoving it off of him and trying to tug off his undershirt. He kissed him desperately and whined a little when he spoke, why couldn’t he just shut his pretty mouth and kiss his boyfriend? “Do you think I care? I want to fucking make out with you and grind on you and touch you. If it’s a big damn deal we can go to my room.” He said and leaned down to kiss him again, his hands resting on his chest. Bakugou leaned into the hands that trailed up his thighs and to his hips and groaned. They felt so damn nice.

.....

He flinched when flicked, his skin discoloring slightly as he instinctively hardened. Thankfully, for something like this, he didn't reach the solid stone-like state his quirk is famous for, instead taking on a more leather-like texture before softening again. He couldn't help laughing at the reason for his punishment, resisting the urge to call him 'bro' again just to tease him. "I dunno about that, b-but I'm really glad you think so though!" He was way too embarrassed to come out from the hiding place behind his hands so he just talked through them instead. He just wasn't used to being so openly complimented and the fact he was being offered these compliments by the boy he'd fallen in love with wasn't helping matters.

His heart skipped a beat when the other leaned in and murmured further compliments and comments on his hero costume right into his ear. The point of his hero costume wasn't to look sexy it was to show off his muscles to show how strong and manly he was! Was it really sexy? It had never even occurred that it might be to the himbo. Despite his embarrassment, he didn't struggle when his hands were coaxed away from his face, allowing the blond to see him. He was still very brightly flushed when his face was revealed, but he didn't have long to be embarrassed further by this fact.

Instead, he was quickly lost in their renewed kiss. It was so much gentler than he'd ever expected a kiss with Bakugou to be. Sure, he hadn't allowed himself more than casual curiosity before he'd gotten sick, but he'd certainly thought about it after that. He's expected the kiss to be more like how Bakugou did everything else. Hard, aggressive, and maybe even possessive. Maybe he would get kisses like that in the future, but none of that was present this time. There was one aspect he'd expected that was definitely showing though. Passion. The kiss alone was enough to make him feel incredibly loved and wanted.

The kiss broke for a moment, but his spike of worry only lasted a second. Bakugou was, of all things, moving to straddle his hips. Instinctively the skin along his backside hardened to take the extra weight comfortably against the unyielding bench, hands coming down to caress their way up the other's thighs till they were loosely gripping that slender waist. As his hands wandered, Katsuki's did too and he was loving all the attention, even if he was starting to get worried they might get caught. His heart gave a little jump when the next compliment came. It was just so honest the thoughtless sort of way when words just come tumbling out of your mouth.

He was quick to help his boyfriend strip his upper half so he was on display properly. The kiss was struck up again and now he could feel a little more of what he'd expected and that fire helped stoke his own. The next interruption to their kissing killed the last of his restraint. "So manly..." He breathed before his lips were captured again and at this point he didn't care if they were walked in on. They would deal with it if/when it came up. Instead, he gripped those hips more firmly, taking a little initiative and rolling his hips up and off the bench to grind firmly up against the blond.

[h0mesick_alien]

He rolled his eyes when he saw him harden a little at being flicked. “Don’t be such a baby, it’s not like I’m gonna smack you. It’s just a flick.” He murmured and kissed his forehead where he’d flicked him, right over the hardened skin. “Course I fucking think so. You’re goddamn perfect Eijiro.” He said and when he’d finally pulled his hands away, he kissed him before putting his hands on his chest. Katsuki knew the point of his hero costume wasn’t to be sexy or anything. But damn it was so sexy to him. His chest all exposed like that and sometimes he’d get sweaty and it would made his skin glisten a little.

Fuck he looked so hot like that. Katsuki kind of had a little fantasy of them fooling around in their hero costumes, having a quickie before getting back to what they’re supposed to be doing. Or maybe right after a win when Katsuki is on that adrenaline rush, pulling Eijiro to the most private place possible around them and roughly kissing him. But for now it was time to give Eijiro a nice soft kiss. Sure he seemed like a guy who would be rough and aggressive all the time, but he could be soft when he wanted to be. And right now he wanted to be a bit softer.

But if Eijiro requested, he could get aggressive with it and harsh. And possessive was something he’d be regardless. By the time they were done the redhead would be covered in bites and hickies. And Katsuki would like to be covered in them too. He wanted everyone to know that Eijiro was spoken for and so was he. The hands on his hips made him smile a bit wider. How could he not feel happy when he had those hands on him? He was really loving Eijiros hands and wanted them on him all the time. He pushed into his hands a little before taking off his boyfriends clothes. “You’re damn right I’m fucking manly.” He smirked.

Katsuki grinned into the kiss as he ground down against Eijiro a little. The firmer grip made him moan, the grinding made him moan even louder. Finally Eijiro was getting a little bolder and taking some bigger steps. He pulled away to look down at him, rolling his hips and moving a hand up to cup his cheek. “Good boy, we’re stayin right fucking here. And if we aren’t done by the time everyone comes back in...” He leaned down close to Eijiros ear and nipped at his earlobe. “We can just duck into a shower together.” He murmured lowly and slid his hand down his torso.

He hummed and sat back up, his hands resting just above his waistband. “Unless you’d rather get into the shower together now?” He smirked and leaned down to start kissing down his torso. “Or I could tug down your pants right fuckin here and suck your dick.” Katsuki shrugged and kissed over his waistband. “Either option sounds fuckin great to me.”

[NicTheDjinn]

"It's instinctive! I can't help it!" He laughed as he was scolded, clearly not at all put-off and the little definitely not an apology kiss made it more than worth it. They settled back into kisses again, shedding clothes and trading compliments in between. Bakugou was so very perfect... If only he'd put it together sooner! He'd have saved Katsuki a lot of trouble! Then again, neither of them had been willing to say something about it. Well, they didn't have to worry about that now at least. Right now, all they had to worry about was each other.

It seemed that he'd quickly come to feel this way quite a bit as, despite his earlier protests, he didn't seem at all rushed to move into a more private space. The more they ground against each other, the more Bakugou spoke, the happier he was to stay right the fuck where he was. He supposed they should just go ahead and move to the shower, just to be saf---Katsuki would be able to feel the faux redhead throb at his next suggestion, all other thoughts vacating the doofus' head. He'd literally fantasized about the blond sucking him off and just the way he came right out and offered was just so manly!

"I suddenly lost the will to move." He assured in a hilarious rush, the tightened grip at Bakugou's waist further confirming just how much he liked the idea. Reluctantly he let the other's waist go a moment later as holding him in place would be very counterproductive here. "J-just let me make you feel good back, okay? I'll do whatever you want me to." He added, honestly meaning it. While he certainly wanted to feel good himself, he really wanted to make sure that Katsuki had a good time as well. He even lifted his hips to make it easier to get his pants down and out of Katsuki's way. In his excitement, he hadn't thought to wait for the blond to get off first though, but he didn't seem to have any trouble at all lifting his boyfriend up with him. The show of strength was equal parts dumb as it was hot and it was very much up to Katsuki himself as to which one of those won out at this moment.