BNHA One-Shots and Short Stories (x Reader)

Little Secret : Katsuki Bakugou & Eijirou Kirishima

Katsuki grunted, just sitting in Kirishima's chair.

"We could do it again sometime, it's up to you. I'm sure Kiri wouldn't mind."

Bakugou continued to refuse to talk, putting his head in his hands. You began to worry. Maybe you all had gone a little too far. You moved to get off the bed to walk over to him, but Kirishima walked in first.

He cleared the distance between the door and his bed, setting to work on wiping the sin off your body with a warm wet towel. It was times like these when he was most affectionate, pressing his forehead against yours as he worked, occasionally giving you little kisses on your face and chest.

Once he was satisfied that you were all cleaned up, he walked to his closet and pulled out one of his shirts for you to wear. He knew you liked wearing his clothes. He had given up protesting against your thievery months ago, deciding that, when it came to his tees and hoodies, what had been his was now the both of yours.

He helped you pull it over your head and picked up your panties that had been flung to the floor. Your boyfriend steadied you as you stood, helping you keep your balance as you slipped back into your underwear.

This whole ordeal had become more or less a routine for the two of you. Now all that was left were the cuddles. Eijirou got into his bed and pulled your back up against his bare chest.

You were unable to take your eyes off the blond sitting across the room from you, still hunkering silently. You could see he had been watching you both, stealing glances every now and then over his shoulder. You couldn't take it, seeing him alone like that while you were snuggled up against your boyfriend.

Before you could speak, however, the redhead behind you spoke up. "Oi, Bakugou! Get over here!"

Bakugou finally turned, scowling at the two of you. "Why would I do that?"

"You must be pretty tired after all that," you said. "It's nice to relax for a bit after."

"Yeah, man," Kirishima agreed. "Besides, you're our friend!"

You couldn't help but notice Bakugou wince at Kirishima's words. Even you cringed.

As much as you loved Eijiro, you had to admit that he could be pretty oblivious at times. Even before you'd started dating, how had he not seen the way Bakugou looked at him? The way he threw those same looks at you? How had it slipped his notice that, even after he'd asked you out, Bakugou had been more silent around the two of you?

It was almost a curse to be so aware. You loved Kirishima so much, but, deep down, there had always been something in your heart for the explosive blond too. You'd always tried to ignore it for Eijirou's sake, brushing these intrusive feelings to the side. But when your opportunity had arisen this particular afternoon, you couldn't help but let everything loose.

"Please, Katsuki?" you begged. "For just a little bit?"

The boy grumbled and sighed, finally lifting himself from his chair. He shuffled over to the side of the bed, looking down at you snuggled up in Kirishima's arms.

"What are you waiting for?" You heard the smile in Kirishima's voice.

Bakugou had his thumbs jabbed into the waistband of his briefs, currently bereft of pockets. You watched his eyes as they went from angry to pained.

"What are we?" he finally said, his voice barely a whisper.

"Huh?" Kirishima's voice sounded behind your ear.

"What is this?" Katsuki kept going, his voice raised slightly. "I'm not butting into your relationship! If we're still just friends after all that, then—then . . . ." He trailed off, unable to finish his sentence.