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Kirishima Eijirou's eyes were tearing at an alarming rate. He didn't know if his eyes might come out because of the pressure of the flood. He said as much to his friend-slash-crush.
"Your fucking eyes won't come out, Shitty Hair," Bakugou Katsuki said and rolled his eyes, but kept a small smug smirk. He sat across from Kirishima in this restaurant they were trying because of the reviews saying no one could handle the spices.
A sad whimper escaped from Kirishima as he closed his eyes and gave into the tears.
There's a kick to his shins after a minute, and he looked up.
Bakugou held a bite of that spicy pepper curry that had just destroyed Kirishima's tongue and throat and nose. He smirked wide when Kirishima met his eyes, and took the bite whole.
"Bro," Kirishima whispers, from both emotion and the pepper. "You're so manly," he sobbed out and grabbed Bakugou's shirt with both hands and shook his friend. "YOU'RE JUST SO MANLY, BAKUGOU."
Bakugou's palms sparked as he raised them towards Kirishima. "I'm the fuckin manliest! Now let me the fuck go, Hair for Brains!"
Kirishima blinked and cleared some of the tears, which had thankfully switched from a roaring river to a stream with barely a current. He watched as Bakugou's eyes reflected his explosions, yellows and oranges flashed across those intense red eyes. Kirishima gasped.
He'd been struck by Bakugou's manly beauty for awhile now. But this time... "Wow," he said.
Bakugou blinked, raised an eyebrow. "That's not letting me go, Shitty Hair." His explosions intensified, and his smirk widened. He stretched against Kirishima's hold, shirt pulling tight across his broad shoulders.
"I don't think I want to," Kirishima said and gulped.
The sparks slow. "Ha?" Curiosity and calculation burn through his pretty eyes.
A life with no regrets. Kirishima said, low, "Your eyes are beautiful." That's the end of his bravery, though; he quickly let Bakugou go and sat back down. He felt his face heat first in his cheeks, then all over. His gaze didn't break from Bakugou's, though.
And Bakugou blinked at him. His smirk slowly dropped.
It caused Kirishima's gaze to shift to Bakugou's lips.
Oh shit, Kirishima thought, and his eyes flipped back to Bakugou's.
The slightest of frowns appeared between Bakugou's eyes, before his face relaxed into relief. Then a new emotion was there, and he leaned closer to Kirishima. "Thanks," he said. His breath ghosted across Kirishima's heated cheeks, and a hint of the spicy curry left the faintest tingle. The intensity in Bakugou's eyes was nearly overwhelming. He licked his lips.
Oh god, Kirishima whimpered in his own mind.
Bakugou drug his eyes up to Kirishima's hair, then back down to his eyes. He brought his face a single breath away from Kirishima's face. He said, "Your hair's not that shitty sometimes." And he smirked.
A bark of laughter escaped Kirishima, his muscles relaxing their tension. He bit his bottom lip as he watched Bakugou sit back down and start back in on the curry.
After only a couple of bites, Bakugou kicked Kirishima's shin, before he slumped further in his seat and knocked his leg against Kirishima's and let it rest there.
Definitely no regrets.