And Also I'm Really Scared 「kiribaku fic with deaf Bakugou au」

Chapter Eighteen

Bakugou's POV

Alright I'm here in all my terrible glory to give you that everlasting feeling of happiness while reading about two dudes kissing in a pool in the middle of the night while skillfully dodging any sort of outside attention that you right fully deserve.

The narrative is back in the hands of the idiot who actually knows they have feelings for the other. And I'll tell you what, the happy part of my brain (which almost never does this) is lighting up like a bunch of fireworks.

Okay look, I really didn't expect Kirishima to actually make a move. I mean, I'm not exactly sure what the fresh titty hell I was actually expecting to happen when I sort of tugged the other closer. Maybe for him to actually get closer but not that closer.

But you reap what you sow, and I can't exactly say that the other lips pressed almost suffocating close to mine qualifies as a punishment. Shoot man, this is exactly what I've been waiting for! The stupidly dense redhead makes a move and I follow suit because dear god I've been pining after this clueless and probably heterosexual male for over four months now!

Oh my god what if he actually is straight and my freaking dumb self just screwed everything up and helped him confirm that?? Not that it's a bad this to be straight, love who you love, het love wins or whatever, but that's bad for me since I've been hoping for this idiot to return my feelings.

Oh god, that sentence implies that I planned on telling him, but I actually don't plan on doing that, ever. I'd rather chew off both my hands slowly and painfully than have to stand in front of this freaking fool and tell him that I actually like his dumb hair.

Knowing that this will probably be the last and only time I ever get to kiss the guy I have an uncomfortably sized crush on, I decide to just enjoy this and ignore the gut feeling of guilt that rests heavy in my stomach.

Spiders are biting the walls of my stomach as I turn my head a little and rejoice in the almost painful, almost enjoyable feeling of our lips gliding right over each other. It leaves a burnt feeling in my chest how it feels like I'm kissing a statue (meaning he's stiff ((not in that way)) as hell. this is either his first kiss or he really freaking hates this experience). I pull away.

When I reluctantly open my eyes, I'm met with and almost dazed looking idiot. His eyes are half lidded and contently watching my own expression. His stupid red hair is wet and sticking to his face, and oh my god he's still wearing his stupid clothes in this stupid pool.

Jesus Christ, I should say something, like an apology. Even if I really don't mean it and I don't regret anything that had just happened. I should break the silence and apologize, because ol' Kirishima sure isn't going to say anything anytime soon. "I'm s- We shou-"

He moves both his hands up to my face and pulls it close to his once again. The feeling in my gut does that jumpy and excited thing again where blood rushes to my head and I feel like I'm going to pass out, but in a good way. In a freaking glorious way.

Our foreheads bonk together in an excruciatingly awkward manner before my trembling hand (which I didn't think it could shake any more than the way it does after a few explosions. But it's safe to say I was wrong.) presses itself against the back of the others hair, loosing my fingers in the unnatural tint of red.

Our lips are forced together once again, and my heart goes freaking bonkers in its restricting cavity. The poor muscle is going god speed and could very well give out at literally any second now and just blow up. What a way to go out.