Title: Blow it Out, Make a Wish [Kirishima/Bakugou]
Rating/Warnings: PG for the word “blowjob.”
Summary: Kirishima tries to defeat Bakugou at birthdays. Set during 3rd year at UA.
AN: Written for Shiritori.
Blow it Out, Make a Wish
“Start with a blowjob,” Kaminari advised, not even looking up from his trigonometry. Jirou whacked the back of his head. “Ow! Hey! He asked.”
“He asked what a decent birthday present would be,” Jirou said with a roll of her eyes.
“Yeah, and I said a blowjob. Are you telling me our resident tightly-wound bomb wouldn’t benefit from a little oral relaxat—OW!”
“Guys,” Kirishima whined across the dorm table, face redder than his hair. Not that that was big doings – third year had been way too busy for him to redo his dye often enough, with the result that Fat Gum had taken to calling him Pink Riot in public. At least he’d gotten an endorsement out of it from one of the underground concert venues in Fat Gum’s territory, so the financial end of the present wasn’t the issue. “This is serious! His birthday’s next week!”
“Would you woman up,” Jirou said, taking control of the situation since Kaminari had been even less help so far than when Tokoyami had wandered by and Dark Shadow had suggested the roundest pebble. “This is your third Bakugou birthday, what’s the problem? What did you get him last year?”
“Repackage of the first three All Might SMASH games,” Kirishima said. “First year we’d been at school like ten seconds so I got him ten packs of hero cards and a ramen coupon.” Jirou snorted a laugh. Kirishima gave her a baleful look. “Listen, it’s serious! This is the first birthday since we started dating, I can’t screw it up. He’s better than me at like every fucking thing, this is the one time of year I can show him up. For my birthday he took me out to the midnight early showing of the Hawks movie, which was pretty awesome, but not unbeatable. There’s gotta be something, but I’m too tired to think.”
“Are you talking about Kacchan’s birthday?” Midoriya asked, strolling out from the kitchen with a soda. “Yeah, he’s tough, huh. Because if he wants something, he just buys it himself.”
“Right?” Kirishima demanded, scowling. “And it isn’t like he needs or wants more stuff.”
“See, you do understand him,” Midoriya said knowingly, popping the tab on his soda. “So think of something you know he wants, and do it. Easy. I sure can name one thing.”
“What’s he talking about?” Kaminari asked, ever the busybody, as Midoriya walked off whistling.
“No idea,” Kirishima lied quickly, burying his nose back in his math book.
A week later found Kirishima and Bakugou on a bullet train to Chiba. Bakugou had raised his eyebrows when Kirishima had shepherded him towards the express tracks rather than the local line. It hadn’t been a cheap present, but Kirishima could always stay Pink Riot a few weeks and do a few more underground punk endorsements.
“This is quite a trip for some ramen,” Bakugou commented once the train had pulled out. He had one eyebrow raised as he uncapped his bottle of tea. “Is this gonna be like that time with the hero cards and the coupon?”
“Fuck off,” Kirishima said, trying to keep his voice light and not reveal the nerves that had been jangling around inside his chest all week. He pulled out his iPad, where he’d loaded a couple anime episodes they’d both been too busy to catch up with.
“You fuck off, shitty boyfriend,” Bakugou said without any heat, almost fondly. He slumped in against Kirishima’s side, head comfortably against Kirishima’s shoulder to share the screen, and accepted Kirishima’s offered earbud.
It was pretty delightful that Bakugou had absolutely no idea where they were going after the two hour train ride, because Bakugou was smart as hell and not easy to trick. Kirishima watched the exact moment understanding dawned over Bakugou’s face as he read the shop sign of the ramen-ya with Kirishima’s family name emblazoned on it.
“So I thought,” Kirishima said, trying to look smug and not terrified, “that after ramen I could possibly tell my parents that you’re not just an overpowered angry cat that followed me home, but also my boyfriend.”
Bakugou’s mouth worked for a second, actually speechless, and honestly no matter if this went Defcon 4 terrible, it would still be worth it just to have seen that. Finally Bakugou barked a laugh, reaching up to drag a hand through his hair. It took Kirishima a second to realize he was trying to comb it down flatter.
“Fuckin’ could have told me, I’m wearing a goddamn Gang Orca T-shirt,” Bakugou groused, but the corners of his mouth kept lifting. Kirishima dared hope that might have actually nailed this. “You don’t have to, you know. Prove anything. We’re fine, just…we’re good.”
“I know. I want to.” Kirishima’s breath caught in his chest when Bakugou leaned in to kiss him soundly, possessively, right on the middle of the street in front of his family’s store.
“Could’a just gone for a blowjob or something,” Bakugou muttered, the tiniest smudge of pink over his nose. “What did those shinkansen tickets cost you?”
“Doesn’t matter,” Kirishima murmured, hands on Bakugou’s waist to steal one more kiss. “Worth it. You should have seen your face.”
