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The first time they slept together was only a few days after they moved into the dorms. Bakugo shuffled around in his room, unable to sleep looking for something to distract himself with. His dorm room was mostly unpacked and put away, only a few small boxes left untouched. He grabbed one off the floor and tore the tape off discarding it in the small black trash bin under his desk. It was just a few All Might knick-knacks that he brought from his book shelf at home. The blonde lined them up neat and orderly on a shelf hanging on the wall closest to the balcony, small figurines smiling up at him.
It hit Bakugo like a ton of bricks. All Might will never smile that stupid fucking smile again because of him. Never say his iconic phrase “ I am here!” because of him. If only he had been stronger, if only he had been able to escape. If only if only if only. Soon the boy was spirling. If it hadn’t been for him, the number one hero would still be a hero. And now Bakugo was here on the verge of breaking down over something he should have been able to prevent.
Eyes burning with tears he refused to shed, he knocked them off the shelf, a mangled scream ripped from his throat. Falling to the floor on his hands and knees, Bakugo pants, begging his body to get it together. His throat was sore and his arms wobbly, he just wanted to make it over to his bed where he could shove his face in a pillow and scream without waking anyone. He crawled over to the bed and lifted himself onto it before collapsing into the mattress.
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Kirishima woke up with a start. A loud crash had yanked him from his slumber and was soon followed by a cry. He knew that voice belonged to Bakugo and hearing it made him leap up, rushing towards his door to get to his friend. Had the League come back for Bakugo? Did they somehow get onto campus and into the dorms? He stumbled over his own feet into the hallway. Their rooms were right next to each other, thank God, so he was at the door in an instant. Not even bothering to knock, he pulled the door open ready to charge at whoever dared to try and take Bakugo again.
“What...?”
No one was in the room besides Bakugo, who was lying face down across the bed. The boy didn’t even lift his head, only grunting at Kirishima in response to the question. He looked around the room taking in the scene before him, a few small things scattered on the floor, a wooden shelf or what was supposed to be a wooden shelf, split in half hanging off the wall and most importantly his bro fanned out on the bed slightly shaking.
“Uh, so. Everything ok?”
He was answered with another grunt, he wasn't sure what that meant. Kirishima was still learning the language of Bakugo, he liked to think he was becoming fluent but this time he was stumped at what he was trying to communicate. Kirishima shuffled towards the bed slowly trying to gauge Bakugos reaction as he sat down next to him on the edge of the bed.
“Bro, what's up? I heard you scream, got worried there for a minute.”
Bakugo turned his face to him. It was red with frustration and embarrassment,
“I didn’t mean to wake you up.” That really wasn’t Kirishima was looking for, he sighed.
“It's okay man. I don't mind just tell me what's going on.” Another grunt, his face turning back into the mattress.
“Okay then. You don’t have to tell me but I'd appreciate it if you could tell me how I could help.”
“You can’t.” Was the response.
“I don’t know man, you should at least let me try.”
He was met with silence. He needed a new tactic and quick. Kirishima scooched further up on the bed and picked up his feet swinging himself sideways to lay next to the blonde.
“I guess I'm just going to have to stay here then.”
“Whatever shitty-hair,” Bakugo huffed.
“Make room for me while I turn off the light bro. We have a test tomorrow and need to get some sleep, it’s not very manly to get a failing grade.” He stood up and walked over to the light switch, flicking it off. The room was now dark with only the pale lighting of the moon coming in through the glass doors of the balcony. Kirishima slid under the covers where Bakugo had politely made room for him. He was on his side facing the wall blocking him out or at least it felt that way to Kirishima.
Okay let’s try something else. Stretching his arms out above his head he let out an exaggerated yawn and rolled onto his side as well. His arms came back down to wrap around the middle of his friend and pull him close. Bakugo hissed, “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”
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Bakugo had repositioned himself on the bed making room for Kirishima. The fucker had decided to sleep in his room since he wasn’t able to get any information out of him. It wasn’t any of his business and honestly Bakugo didn’t want to admit what was swirling in his mind. It was easier to just press it down, turn it off, pretend it didn’t bother him. He felt the red-head climb back into the bed, he kept still eyes to the wall hoping he would just fall asleep and leave it alone. He heard him yawn and turn towards his back. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Kirishima grabbed him and pulled into an embrace.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” The question came out harsher than he intended.
“Aw come on man, I'm cold and you're so warm.” Kirishima whined in his ear. Bakugo rolled his eyes,
“Fucking fine, just this once.”
“Thanks bro you're the best!”
Kirishima buried his face into the back of Bakugos head, smiling to himself. He didn’t know what was on his friend's mind but he knew that when he was upset nothing made him feel better like a hug. This was just like that except laying down and longer! Hopefully. He gave a small squeeze to reassure him that he wasn’t going anywhere.
Bakugo was left breathless by the tight squeeze, he didn’t understand how this felt so good. His family wasn’t much for being physically affectionate, all this was new to him. He didn’t expect the warmth on his back to be so calming or Kirishima's soft snores on his neck to lull him to sleep. This, whatever this was, was something he could get used to.
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Kirishima was the first to wake up. He was vaguely aware that he was in Bakugos room and that his friend was still pressed against him. It took him a few seconds to realize that they weren’t spooning anymore. Sometime in the middle of the night Bakugo had turned around facing him and slinging his arm around Kirishima's waist, his face buried in his chest. A small blush creeped over his cheeks, he just looked so cute. He couldn’t help but stare at him, taking in all the details. Hair all over the place, his face slack and drool coming out of the corner of his mouth. He must have gotten lost in thoughts because suddenly he was brought back by Bakugo glaring back up at him. “What are you looking at hair for brains?”
He chuckled softly not knowing how to answer him.
“Whatever, just don’t tell anyone about this or I'll kill you, you got that?”
“Sure dude no problem,” Kirishima said as he sat up. “ I need to get ready anyways.” He got out of the bed and started walking to the door, he was stopped when he felt a tug on his wrist. Bakugo was holding on to it, a scowl on his flushed face.
“Thanks,” He grumbled.
“Anytime dude.” He grinned down at him hoping the boy understood that he would sleep in his bed every night if he asked him to. “Anytime.”