“God you two I’m trying to do my fucking homework can you not wait half a fucking hour?” Bakugo said from Kirishima’s desk. Midoriya and Kirishima, on the other hand, were sitting together on Kirishima’s bed. He wasn’t even facing them, but Bakugo could tell they were obviously flirting.
“Then finish your damn homework faster and get over here,” Kirishima yelled back. He fell backwards, grabbed Midoriya’s shirt and pulled him down with him, and drew him into a deep kiss. Ten minutes later, Bakugo flopped onto the bed, right next to Midoriya straddling Kirishima. Before he knew it, Midoriya had rolled over and straddled him instead. Bakugo’s eyes were half closed by the time their lips met. It was soft, and it was gentle, Midoriya’s breath tickling his face. Just from kissing Midoriya, Bakugo could taste Kirishima - or at least his green apple chapstick Bakugo constantly made fun of him for carrying around. Bakugo slid his hands under Midoriya’s shirt, pulling him closer, hands resting on his shoulder blades.
Midoriya pulled back for a second to speak. “You want to go further?” he whispered.
Bakugo pulled himself up to a sitting position, letting Midoriya slide off his lap, and nodded. “Not all the way. Just what you want,” he said. Both boys turned to Kirishima, asking him just with their stares.
Kirishima made his way over to Bakugo, sitting behind him and resting his chin on Bakugo’s shoulder. “I’d like that,” Kirishima said quietly, not needing to speak any louder with how close their faces already were.
Midoriya’s fingers played with the bottom of Bakugo’s shirt, looking up to him and seeing if he was okay with taking his shirt off.
“In a minute,” Bakugo said. “Yours first.”
Midoriya nodded, pulling his shirt off and throwing it onto the floor. Midoriya looked up, seeing both Kirishima and Bakugo’s faces turning increasingly pink.
“Fuck, ‘Zuku,” Bakugo said, his voice made of practically nothing but air. “Since when do you have so much muscle?”
“Is it a bad thing?”
“No,” Kirishima interrupted, “It’s hot as hell.” Then, Kirishima’s hands were sliding underneath Bakugo’s shirt. “Okay?” he asked. Bakugo nodded, lifting his arms up and letting Kirishima pull his shirt off and toss it on the floor with Midoriya’s. Bakugo’s arms immediately wrapped around himself, subconsciously hiding the scars across his sides. “It’s okay, Kats, we all have scars. You don’t need to be worried about us seeing yours.” Bakugo nodded, loosening the grip of his arms on his sides. Bakugo turned around, now facing Kirishima, and tugging on his shirt. Bakugo’s hands drifted up Kirishima’s torso, fingers gently skimming his skin, while Midoriya’s hands wrapped around Bakugo, resting on his stomach. Kirishima leaned forward, meeting his lips with Bakugo’s. He could still feel Midoriya’s hands resting on his stomach, and not knowing where else to place his hands, Bakugo set them on top of Midoriya’s. He felt Midoriya begin pressing slow kisses onto Bakugo’s shoulder. He could smell Kirishima’s cologne, but couldn’t even tell if it was coming from Kirishima in front of him or Midoriya behind him.
When Kirishima pulled away, both boys breathless, Bakugo turned to Midoriya. “Switch with me,” he said. “I’m getting too warm.” That was partially true, but also, he wanted Midoriya in the middle so he could get more attention.
Midoriya placed his hands on Kirishima’s thighs, gently squeezing. He knew Kirishima could be insecure sometimes, about how his legs were a little thicker than Midoriya or Bakugo’s, how his muscle wasn’t quite as defined as theirs, so each time he got a chance, he tried showing Kirishima that that stuff didn’t matter to him and Bakugo. “God, look at you,” Midoriya whispered, “you are so beautiful.” He ran his hands over the top of Kirishima’s waistband.
“You can, if you want,” Kirishima whispered, and as soon as his pants were off, Bakugo burst out laughing.
“What is with you two and you 7 year old boy boxers,” He asked, still trying to stifle his laughter.
“Hey! Nothing is wrong with my shark boxers! And I bet you $5 that Izuku is wearing dinosaur ones right now.”
“That sounds like a waste of my five dollars,” Bakugo chuckled back.
“Excuse you two, I am not in dinosaur boxers for once,” Midoriya interrupted.
“There’s no proof of that,” Kirishima retorted.
“$5 if I’m not in dinosaur boxers?”
“Sure, why the hell not?”
“Izuku,” Bakugo mumbled in a deep tone, already seeing where this was going and trying to warn him. He knew that this conversation with Kirishima was going to be rough in the best of situations, and this, with it rising accidentally, and Midoriya being fully unaware of what may be about to happen, this was bound to go badly.
Midoriya stood up hopping off the bed, pulling his pants off revealing outer space themed boxers, and hopped back onto the bed between Bakugo and Kirishima. For a moment, Bakugo was silent, intensely staring at Midoriya. Midoriya looked back, confused, and then it hit him. No pants. Just boxers. He looked to Kirishima, who seemed to be speaking to him, but Midoriya hadn’t heard it.
“Hm?” Midoriya hummed, asking Kirishima to repeat himself.
“I said, I guess I owe you five…” Kirishima’s voice trailed off. Midoriya clenched his eyes shut as he realized Kirishima had seen. Fingertips skimmed his thighs, over the harsh pink marks across his thighs. “You never told me,” he said. His voice was weak and wispy.
“I… didn’t tell you,” Midoriya repeated back, his voice nothing more than a whisper, and hot tears on his cheeks, mirroring the ones on Kirishima’s face.
“How did you hide it from both of us?” Kirishima asked. “With the flowers, how?” He sounded absolutely distraught, and Midoriya couldn’t tell if it was with concern and care, or if it was because he was upset at Midoriya for hiding this from him. Maybe it was both.
“I didn’t…”
Kirishima looked at him, eyes filled with confusion, until Bakugo spoke. “I knew. Since right before we were together,” Bakugo said.
Kirishima’s hands were firm over Midoriya’s thighs, holding him steady. “How?” was all he said.
“I’ve only done it twice,” Midoriya mumbled. “First time was right before we found out about Kacchan, and you assumed it was our soulmate. Second time, Kacchan covered for me.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kirishima said, turning to Bakugo. He didn’t sound angry, but he was evidently upset and worried, and even sounded a bit hurt.
“I told him he needed to but he wasn’t ready, so we waited.”
“God, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there,” Kirishima cried, pulling Midoriya into a hug. “Call me. If you think it might happen again. Call someone,” Kirishima said, looking down at the damage done to Midoriya’s thighs. How was that from only two times? He knew they weren’t lying - Bakugo knew for sure whenever it happened, but still, it was worrisome, ‘seeing that the two times Midoriya had self harmed were similar to Bakugo’s relapses after years of self-harming in comparison to when Bakugo had first started.
“I’m sorry for not telling you sooner,” Midoriya said.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“But I should have told you.”
“You should have,” Kirishima agreed, “But I know now. That’s what’s important. Do you want to talk about it?”
“Some other time.”
Kirishima nodded in agreement, repeating the words ‘some other time’ back to Midoriya.
Soon, Midoriya was asleep, laying on top of Kirishima’s chest.
“Is he really… Okay?” Kirishima whispered, directing his question to the still-awake Bakugo.
“I think he is. Or at least he will be.”
“Can you… tell me what happened? What’s happened since I… I wasn’t there?”
Bakugo nodded, placing a hand over Midoriya’s back, feeling the slow movement of his ribcage as he breathed deeply in his sleep. “The first time he did it, was before you guys knew about me. The day before you guys found out,” Bakugo whispered. “I was… Doing it, y’know, and then there were flowers on my end. It really freaked me the fuck out, I’m not gonna lie. I didn’t know which of you it was.”
“Then how’d you find out it was him and not me?” Kirishima asked.
“You know how you squeeze his thigh a lot?” Kirishima nodded. “I saw him flinch from that. In the cafeteria, so I just assumed it was him. The morning after you found out I was your soulmate, I asked him about it. He begged me not to tell you. I made sure to take care of him, and I told myself if it happened again, I would tell you.”
“But it’s happened twice. Meaning you didn’t,” Kirishima said back, his tone quite matter-a-fact.
“I didn’t,” Bakugo repeated. “The second time, I woke up to the flowers and went straight to his house to check on him. He was scared as fucking hell about what you’d think or say. I think he may have been scared for you too. Since I’ve done it, and he’s done it, I bet he was scared of you self-harming. He was in such a fragile state, I couldn’t say no when he asked me not to tell.” Bakugo paused, turning over on his side to face both Midoriya and Kirishima more. He shifted his hand across Midoriya’s back, and instead placed it halfway over Kirishima’s hand, also resting on Midoriya. “Since then, I’ve been telling him he needed to talk to you about it, but I wasn’t going to go tell you without him knowing or being okay with it.”
“Thank you,” was all Kirishima said.
“There’s nothing to thank me for. If anything, you should be mad that I hid it from you,” Bakugo said back, trying to keep his voice quiet enough that Midoriya wouldn’t wake up.
Kirishima ignored Bakugo’s statement and just kept talking. “Thank you for being there for him. And taking care of him. I don’t think I could stand to imagine if both of you had to go through that alone. It’s hard enough, seeing you hurt and knowing you had next-to-no one for so long… I’m glad that you were there for him even though I couldn’t be, so maybe, it won’t be as hard for him.”
“I hope it won’t be as hard for him too. I hope we can both be there for him now.”
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