Title: Heat Exchange [Kirishima/Bakugou]
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: Kirishima finds Bakugou’s weakness to cold adorable.
AN: Written for Shiritori. I only managed to cough up about 350 words of Kirishima/Bakugou because I keep falling asleep on my keyboard but you can’t have it all, I guess.
Heat Exchange
Bakugou dragged himself back into the dorms looking like absolute murder, sopping wet from the suddenly thunderstorm, teeth chattering in spite of his obviously attempt to clench them. Kirishima tried not to smile, because Bakugou was heading right for him just like he stomped into fights, but it was impossible because Kirishima found Bakugou’s weakness to cold absolutely adorable.
“Welcome back,” Kirishima greeted when Bakugou stopped right in front of him
“Don’t fucking laugh at me,” Bakugou snapped, glowering. He was shivering, Kirishima could see now that he was closer, and also dripping all over the common room carpet.
Kirishima grinned up at him and held out his arms just to tease Bakugou with the obvious warmth of his oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants. The joke was on him when Bakugou dropped onto his lap without hesitation, curling up against him with a grunt of relief.
“Really?” Kirishima asked; Bakugou hated PDA almost as much as the cold, often shoving Kirishima back or complaining about his touchiness when others were in the room with them. He shivered at the cold touch of Bakugou’s nose against the side of his neck, and his hands hovered above Bakugou’s waist, unsure if he was allowed to grab hold.
“Don’t offer if you aren’t serious, dumbass,” Bakugou grumbled, pulling back. He shifted his weight as if about to stand up, but Kirishima wrapped arms around his waist and squished him back into place.
“Oh, I’m serious,” Kirishima said. The water dripping off Bakugou was starting to soak through his sweatpants, but it was going to be well worth the excuse to strip them off when Kirishima eventually got Bakugou up to his room. “I’ll warm you up anytime, babe.”
“Shut UP,” Bakugou ordered, working his hands under Kirishima’s sweatshirt; they were so cold that Kirishima yelped and his quirk activated for a second from the surprise of it. “Shut up and warm me up already.”
Kirishima hid his grin in the curve of Bakugou’s neck, huffing a hot breath there just to make him shiver. “Heck yeah, dude! Anything you want.”
