Title: Package Release [Bakugou/Kirishima]
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for swearing
Summary: Kirishima wouldn’t need an extra set of hands if his dumbass boyfriend weren’t glued to his phone.
AN: Written for Shiritori.
Package Release
It might be nice to have an extra set of hands to help haul the groceries up the stairs, but Kirishima wouldn’t need an extra set if his dumbass boyfriend weren’t glued to his phone, obsessively tracking the shipping information for his limited edition Final Form All Might figure.
“Refreshing that doesn’t actually make it arrive faster,” Kirishima said in exasperation, trying to fumble his keys out of his pocket without dropping the bag with all the fruit.
“Fucking ridiculous, it’s back in Kyuushuu?” Bakugou scowled at his phone harder. “Why?! It was one prefecture over last night! Do you know how much shipping I paid for this thing?”
“KATSUKI,” Kirishima snaps, at the end of his patience.
“Yeah, yeah…” Without pulling his eyes away from his phone, Bakugou plucked Kirishima’s keys out of his pocket, slotted the right key in the door, and kicked it open. “Open sesame.” Bakugou’s phone buzzed with an alert. “Ugh, fuck me, fucking Deku. His is in Tokyo! What the fuck! If he gets his before me, I’m gonna—”
“Ok! You’re on a time out.” Kirishima plucked Bakugou’s phone out of his hands, holding it up, out of reach. He shoved the grocery bag into Bakugou’s hands. “Less talking, more fridge stocking. Unless you want me to approve no-signature package release.”
Bakugou narrowed his eyes, grip crinkling the paper grocery bag. “You wouldn’t DARE.”
