Kirishima x Reader // "Sometimes I'm Alone in a Crowd"

Chapter 6

R: "Which do u like better?"

She had sent a couple of pictures of herself in two different dresses. One was a dark red and black lace dress. It came all the way up to the neck and looked like it tied or attached in the back, leaving the arms and shoulders open. It went down to her knees and conformed to her body in very appealing ways. It wasn't skin-tight, but it let Kirishima's mind wander in ways he had attempted to avoid.

The other dress was dark blue and flared out at the hips, highlighting her waist. Wide straps came down in a scoop neckline with some simple detailing around the chest.

"Holy shit..." He bit his lower lip, scrolling back and forth between the two photos and permanently committing them to memory. Leaning in to the bathroom door to listen, he quietly locked it. Trying to focus, he considered which outfit he'd actually be able to sort of match with clothes he had. Luckily the dresses weren't specific shades of green or yellow – black and blue were easier to match.

K: "THIS IS A HA-" He didn't mean to type in all caps. Backspace...

K: "they both look great! I think I can match either one with clothes I have so you pick whichever you like best ;)"

"Oh god I just sent a winky face..." His phone buzzed in his hand as he finally turned on the water in the shower.

R: "mmmm that does not help the decision making"

Kirishima decided to continue the conversation after his shower, so he started to strip out of his sweaty clothes. Bakugou would definitely let his dinner get cold if he wasted any more time.

"I...hmm" Before undressing he looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was pulled back in a small ponytail, some sweaty bits of hair falling in front of his face. His tank top clung to his body, sweat starting to dry and become sticky. He very rarely did this, but he took a selfie of himself in the mirror. "I'll save that and send it as revenge for getting me flustered later."

The water was hot but not scalding, creating a veil of steam in the bathroom and a fog on the counter mirror. It felt good against his tired muscles, his skin a slight tinge of pink from the heat. Lathering shampoo into his hair, he closed his eyes and thought again of the pictures on his phone. It made him blush and bite the inside of his cheek to consider seeing her in one of those in person, and possibly eventually...without anything at all. He thought himself a pervert for thinking of her like that, they hadn't known each other very long. They hadn't even properly kissed yet. But he thought she was really pretty, both inside and out. She liked him, thought he was fun to be around, wanted him to meet her friends at work! That kind of closeness was what Kirishima wanted...wanted..

"Oh.." He looked down from rinsing his hair of conditioner. Oh, indeed.

Kirishima walked into the kitchen – now wearing clean boxers and a t-shirt – and sat down to eat his slightly warm dinner. Bakugou was at the sink washing dishes and cleaning up the kitchen area having already finished eating.

"Hey, I can do that since you cooked." Kirishima watched his roommate as he dug into the delicious food. He was always appreciative when Bakugou decided to cook; he guessed that sometimes it was a stress-reliever, but he could only guess at what the blonde might be anxious about at any given point.

"I'm almost done, just eat the damn food." Bakugou turned around, trying his hands on a towel. "Why the fuck is your face so red?" Kirishima paused before putting another large bite into his mouth, attempting to look at his roommate with complete innocence.

"Uh, I mean I just took a shower so..." He shrugged, avoiding eye contact and distracted himself with more food. Bakugou eyed him suspiciously, but clicked his tongue and went back to finishing up the dishes.
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