{i will begin each drabble with a bolded prompt centered before the text.}

PDA

The moment Bakugou finally agreed to go out with Kirishima, the redhead knew he would have to refrain from all the PDA he constantly wanted to do. There were just so many times he was overcome with the urge to just plant a kiss on Bakugou's forehead or to wrap his arm around his waist or to congratulate him with a kiss or to kiss him whenever he just felt like it! The only problem was Bakugou was a very private person: dating or not. The ash blond would never let him do any of that stuff when their classmates were around. So he was forced to just sulk and wait 'til they were alone.

Kirishima spared another glance at his ash blond boyfriend scratching down some notes in his notebook beside him. They were in the latter's room, preparing the hapless former for the test on Monday.

It was a lovely sight to see, if Kirishima was being honest. Bakugou wore his black-framed glasses, little orange dots on the corners of the frames around the lenses, perched upon the tip of his nose. His brow was scrunched in concentration, focusing intently on the work before him. All in all, a very cute look on his usually belligerent bomb-shell of a boyfriend. To complete the look? He was wearing one of Kirishima's hoodies. It was a little loose around the shoulders and arms, but that only made Bakugou seem more innocent and absolutely adorable. Plus, the dark red was a good look with his pale skin.

The redhead leaned over and kissed his cheek, just resting his head on his shoulder instead of sitting back upright. Bakugou looked down at him. 

"Tired already?" the ash blond snorted. "We've only been studying for like, seventeen minutes." Another thing Kirishima noticed about Bakugou's difference in personality was, when it was just them, he cursed considerably less. Although... there was something Kirishima could do that would make him swear uproariously. His cheeks reddened at the memory.

"No, I'm not tired... I just wanna show you how much I like you, since you won't let me do it with anyone else around," sighed Kirishima in content, wrapping his arms around Bakugou's midriff and effectively trapping the ash blond.

"Oh." Besides that, Bakugou was silent. He was silent for the rest of the night, too, save for the occasional sound of disapproval/surprise whenever Kirishima did something especially stupid (like lace their hands together and kiss the back of Bakugou's palm or putting his own hands in the pocket of the hoodie Bakugou was wearing; which, again, was Kirishima's), and he was silent when they fell asleep. Together, Kirishima thought with a thrill of pride.

The next day, after school already ended and most of the students were just now settling into the couches, Kirishima lumbered into the common room with sore arms and an even sorer back. Sure, training with Iida really helped him improve his speed, but... but Iida was really fast. Like, really, really fast. All the redhead wanted to do was collapse on the couch, chatting with his friends before going to his dorm to rest.

He stood in front of Bakugou, who was, on a rare occasion, sitting on a couch instead of hiding away in his room.

"Hey, Kiri," chirped Ashido as she pinned Asui's hair up into a bow atop her head, "you look tired af."

"Thanks," he sighed, rubbing up and down his arms. "I was just practicing with Iida... man, is he fast. He kept punching me in the back and tripping me and making me feel really bad..."

"Aww... c'mere, let Mama Ashido help you feel better, poor baby," she pouted. She extended her arms out for the redhead, who was seriously considering her offer when arms wrapped around his waist and yanked him down onto the couch. But not into a cushion. Onto a pair of legs. He looked up with his head against their chest. Bakugou stared back at him with a stoic stare unbecoming of him. "Awwww, you guys are so cute! I can't wait until I have a boyfriend!"

"What about Sero-chan or Kaminari-chan? You're always hanging out with them," Asui croaked. The two girls delved into their conversation whilst Kirishima just took advantage of Bakugou's offer and relaxed.

Soon, absentminded brushes of the latter's lips were ghosting across the skin of his neck. It felt all too good and distracting from the pain of practice. Bakugou encircled his arms and legs around Kirishima.

"You're acting weirdly romantic," remarked the redhead with a grin, leaning his head back against Bakugou's collarbone and meeting his boyfriend's carmine eyes once more. "Everything okay?"

"You just looked all sad and shit the whole time at school, probably cuz I'm just a selfish dumbass." The ash blond pushed back Kirishima's hair and pecked his forehead, drawing another huge grin from the redhead. "But, if I had to choose between no PDA or dating you, I'd choose you; no damn contest."

Bedtime

With a groan, Kirishima slammed his head against the desk. "This is so frustrating!" he yelled and lifted his head. There was a dent on the desk, as well as a red mark on the forehead. "I hate not understanding something you make look so easy, bro..." He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he stared down at the paper with distraught eyes. "I'm such an idiot."

Bakugou slid his palm into Kirishima's now unclenched hand and squeezed. "You're not an idiot, dumbass. You're just better at other stuff. Like eating healthy and exercising daily and all that other shit you care so much about," he snorted, as if it were obvious.

The redhead didn't respond, his bangs falling into his eyes as he kept his head downcast. With a sigh, Bakugou took his other hand and pulled him away from the desk. He shoved him into his bed.

"Fine. If you're sad, then we'll just study tomorrow. I can't focus when you're sad." Bakugou forced the black duvet over the redhead and crawled under the cover beside him, his arms quickly finding his red headed boyfriend.

Kirishima turned himself around, burying his face in the ash blond's chest in an attempt to hide the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. It made him feel so damn weak and so stupid and so unworthy of Bakugou's time and effort. Kirishima tangled their legs together.

As the redhead wallowed in self-pity, Bakugou smoothed down his scarlet tresses and tenderly ran his fingers through them. Kirishima liked having his hair played with. It felt nice.

"I'm sorry," sighed Kirishima in a hoarse whisper, "I'm making you help me. You're probably sick of it, huh?"

"Are you kidding? You're my goddamn boyfriend and my best friend. Ain't no way in hell I'm letting you flop on tests and feel bad afterwards. When we started dating, you basically signed a fucking contract stating you gotta let me help you. Understand?" Bakugou's carmine eyes adopted a steely glint.

If Kirishima took out the swear words, it sounded like a genuinely sweet statement. Those damned tears returned to his eyes again.

The redhead lifted his head and kissed Bakugou, the soft smile on his face making it a little difficult. Bakugou was the one to pull away.

"Now go to sleep, dumbass.... if you're an idiot, you're my idiot."

Injured

Kirishima had just started to doze off when someone knocked on his door. He, in a half-asleep mess, lifted his head and stared ahead dumbly, like the person was in front of his bed. Obviously, they weren't.

Who could be knocking on his door this late? Bakugou went to bed hours ago (he always did) and Shouji was too nice to potentially wake up him. Those were the only two on his floor. Who could it be?

Another succession of knocks, these ones growing fainter as they ended. The person was gonna leave, Kirishima understood that must. So he practically rolled out of bed and hobbled to the door. No doubt his hair was a mess. Maybe it looked like a lion's mane!

The redhead swung open the door, coming face-to-face with none other than Bakugou. Except... he was covered in scuff marks. Kirishima was awake in an instance. He threw himself at his friend, demanded what the hell happened, rambled on about not staying up too late on school nights (pft. He was one to talk), and especially begging to know how he could help.

Bakugou cut off his blabbering with a single word: "Kirishima." Not Shitty Hair. Not Hair for Brains. Kirishima. His choked, hoarse tone only made it all that worse. If it wasn't obvious from all the scratches and bruises on him, Kirishima could now tell this was really bad. Bakugou was crying? Bakugou?!

"I..." The ash blond's voice warbled. He couldn't meet Kirishima's eyes. "I... fuck!" He tightened his fists and begun to tremble. Bakugou never was one to express his emotions understandably.

But they had been friends long enough for Kirishima to know just how to help.

With a soft smile, Kirishima draped his arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug. The latter tensed for a brief second before finally succumbing to his tears and clinging onto Kirishima so tightly the redhead was afraid Bakugou would rip his sweater.

"I'm here, Bakugou..." murmured the redhead reassuringly, rubbing up and down his back in an attempt to soothe his friend. "I'm here."

Countdown

It was New Year's Eve. All of 1-A was crowded in the commons to watch the celebration and the clock. Except for Kirishima. The redhead opted to recline back on a couch, just patiently waiting for it all to end. In Kirishima's family, there was a tradition to kiss at the end of the countdown, and the thought of not being able to continue that tradition made him... well, sad. That's why he wasn't ever really fond of New Year's. The party and spending time with his friends was fun, though.

"Ten seconds!" Iida bellowed, probably to make sure people who couldn't see the tv knew how much time was left. "Ten seconds until the new year! Will everyone please begin counting down with me?"

"Ten!"

Kirishima laid his head on the back of the couch and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Nine!"

He slipped his eyes shut.

"Eight!"

He thought again about going back upstairs, but he didn't want to make his classmates worried about him on New Year's.

"Seven!"

Someone sat down beside him.

"Six!"

He didn't bother opening his eyes.

"Five!"

It was probably nothing anyway.

"Four!"

Kirishima sighed. The couch cushions shifted. Was the person moving?

"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"

A rough hand hooked around his jaw and yanked his face up, resulting in his lips pressing against another's in a warm, chapped kiss. Kirishima's eyes flew open. It was Bakugou.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

With a lazy grin, the redhead cupped the ash blond's cheek and pulled him closer. He pretended the screams that echoed around him were just from his excited classmates, not from the excited fan girls.