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Chapter 9: 'Am I yours?'

"Heh, I'm guessing that means yes?"

Bakugou rolled his eyes and flicked Kirishima's cheek. The younger whined and rubbed his cheek to soothe the pain. Bakugou placed a kiss on Kirishima's nose and said, "Yes, Shitty hair, I will be your boyfriend. But this shit is staying between us, got it?"

Kirishima beamed and nodded frantically. "Got it, Baku!"

Bakugou smiled a little and pecked Kirishima's lips. "Alright, I'm gonna take a nap. Do you want to take one with me or do you want to leave?"

"I think you're forgetting we're stuck together. The string hasn't gotten long enough for us to go that far away from each other, but it has gotten long enough for me to sleep in my own room."

"Are you going to sleep in your room by yourself?" Bakugou won't lie. He doesn't want Kirishima to sleep in his own room. Not when he has gotten so use to his body warmth.

"No, but I want us to sleep in my room today." Kirishima smiled.

Bakugou sighed, feeling a huge wave of relief wash over him. "Fine Shitty hair. You still didn't answer my question."

"Mina's with Uraraka and Kami is with Sero, so I'll just stay with you if that's okay."

"It's fine by me now c'mon, 'm tired." Bakugou muttered. He was about to lay down before a strong hand grabbed his waist.

"My room, remember?"

"Right now? I thought you meant when we were actually going to bed."

"Who knows how long we'll be asleep." Kirishima stood up and pulled Bakugou up with him. Bakugou didn't feel like getting up. He didn't even change out of his uniform.

"I'll let you borrow one my hoodies because I know how you get when you're tired." Kirishima says, picking up his shoes and grabbing ahold of Bakugou's hand.

"Dumbass, wait," Bakugou mumbled under his breath and took off his shoes but not his socks. Of course Kirishima waited for him. He's such a sweetheart.

Bakugou then nodded his head and he and Kirishima walked to his door. Bakugou felt his heart racing at an unusual pace. Something inside him told him to pull his hand away and that's what he did.

Kirishima let out a puzzled hum and whipped his head back to look at the blond. "What's wrong?"

"I don't feel comfortable holding hands in public yet..." Bakugou grumbled and stared at the ground.

"Oh, that's completely fine. Don't feel obligated to hold my hand just because I grabbed it." Kirishima opened the door and he and Bakugou walked out.

Luckily no one was in the hallway, but that wouldn't make much of a difference. Their messed up clothes and hair would probably give what they were doing away anyways. Kirishima unlocked his door and opened it. "Welcome to my humble abode!"

One look around the room Bakugou scowled, hesitantly stepping inside. His room was a fucking mess. Looks like a hurricane hit this place. Clothes were everywhere, drawers were left opened, and school assignments were left all over the floor. Bakugou can't stand a messy room.

"Shitty hair, what the fuck happened to your room?" Asked Bakugou.

"What do you mean it looks perfectly fine to me." Kirishima looks around his room, clearly not acknowledging the mess.

"All your shit is on the floor!" Bakugou yelled.

"In a very manly way." Kirishima responds calmly.

"No, no, no, no I don't tolerate this bullshit Kiri!" Bakugou slammed the door closed and crossed his arms.

Kirishima whined and took another look around his room. "The bed isn't messy at all! We can still take a nap!"

"Shitty hair, I'm getting so triggered by this messy room that I want to beat your ass. We're cleaning this room up right fucking now." Bakugou said sternly. There was no way in hell he was going to sleep in a room this fucking messy. Haha, no. Kirishima's parents may tolerate this but he doesn't.

Bakugou started picking up the graded school assignments and stared at the grades. All of them were either C's or D's. With a disappointed sigh he decided to ignore it. He sure was going to talk to Kirishima about it. Normally he would go to Bakugou if he needed help with assignments but this time he didn't. Bakugou set the papers on the redhead's desk and started picking up the clothes. Honestly he couldn't tell which were dirty or which were clean. He'd be a damn fool if you think he was going to sniff them.

"What is clean and what are dirty?" Bakugou asked, holding up the two shirts.

"Oh, all the clothes on the floor are clean I would normally put my dirty clothes in that basket." Kirishima pointed to the half full basket in the corner.

Bakugou nodded and hummed a reply, "I'm not putting your clothes away for you. Chop chop, dumbass." He clapped his hands at his last sentence and Kirishima leisurely started picking up the clothes.

After a good twenty minutes the room was clean. Bakugou was very proud of the cleanliness of the room. Kirishima ended up giving him his Crimson Riot hoodie. Of course Bakugou wore it. He's just waiting for Kirishima to finish his shower so they could take a nap.

Bakugou ended up wearing one of Kirishima's black shorts. The material was just like leggings but just as shorts. From what Kirishima said he couldn't fit them anymore so he gave it to Bakugou. The shorts fit perfectly, his ass was snugged and he's able to stretch his legs. Bakugou enjoys wearing Kirishima's clothes. The scent gives him a sense of comfort and peace.

"Alright, I'm done!" Kirishima walked out his bed. His hair was down and dry. (Bakugou prefers it down anyways.) Kirishima was wearing a white shirt with navy blue sweatpants.

"Mm, finally." Bakugou says, turning off his phone and scooting to the side to make room for his boyfriend. Kirishima smiled and climbed in bed.

"Shitty hair,"

"Yeah?"

"Those assignments that were on your floor, why didn't you come to me if you needed help?" Asked Bakugou.

Kirishima's smiled faltered and he looked down at his hands. "I..don't know.."

"Yes you do. Don't lie to me. Why didn't you?" Bakugou asked again, making Kirishima look at him. He saw something very familiar in his crimson red eyes. The look of weakness.

"I..just didn't want to rely on you all the time. I should learn to do things on my own. Yeah, my grades may not be good on the assignments but I feel better knowing I tried instead of immediately going to you."

Yeah, just as Bakugou suspected. Kirishima didn't want to rely on him all the time. That's very manly but Bakugou would've understood if he needed help. The assignments were getting a little challenging so it even took Bakugou a while to get it done. (Ended up getting an A.)

"Kirishima, I understand that but I would've helped you regardless. We could've done it together."

"I know that but I want to be smart too and learn on my own. I don't want to always go to you when the going gets tough."

"Shitty ha-"

"I want to be able to make you proud without needing to go to you for help.. I want you to be proud of me.." Kirishima mumbled the last part under his breath, but Bakugou still heard him.

"I am proud of you." Bakugou kissed Kirishima's forehead. "You never fail to amaze me, but it's okay to ask for help. I'm smart as hell and with the study sessions I'll give your dumbass you'll be smarter than damn Deku!"

"I don't want to be that smart." Kirishima giggled.

"Tch, why not?"

"I'll end up like Iida and I don't want that."

Bakugou hummed and shrugged. "Whatever your choice not mine. Can we sleep now?"

"Sure."
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A/N: Fluff for the heart! I'll probably do one more chapter and then end it off on a good note.

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