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Bakugou hated winter.
Snow making everything that bit more difficult, kids running all over the place, people feeling they had to buy cards for bastards they only see a few days out of the year -- it was stupid.
The worst part of it: it was cold.
Cold meant less sweat, which meant less strength behind his quirk. Something he’d trained fucking relentlessly over the years to a near unbeatable level-- yet here he was, bested by the damn weather. Bakugou hated it. Hated the weak way it made him feel, the reliance he had to have on his partners in fights. It was humiliating, no matter what those extras tried to say about being ‘happy to help’.
He had his pride, and his image, after all.
There was one thing he liked about it though.
The genuine joy it brought to Kirishima, the twinkle in his eye that wasn’t even a reflection of the fairy lights littered in every gap people could find -- instead simply a result of the pure admiration and happiness he found in the season. The way he’d turn to Bakugou and point out every decoration, every new pop-up seasonal shop as if Bakugou didn’t have his own eyes. That sparkling gaze thrown over a broad shoulder as he turned to show Bakugou everything he saw.
It made Bakugou’s knees weak every time, made him fall that bit deeper with each gaze -- not that he would ever tell the bastard.
Still, the cold sucked.
One place was always warm though-- their house, especially their shared bedroom. Small enough to trap plenty of heat, but big enough to house everything they’d collected together over the 3 years they’d lived there since graduating UA. Bakugou would often hide out in there to read, coffee in one hand and book perched on his lap, waiting for Kirishima to get home from patrol.
He usually had less patrol work around this time, often on call for bigger jobs where he’d work up more of a sweat. He still did a fuckton, sure, but more often than not he was given time for doing paperwork and everyone knew he had to help out with Kiri’s too-- damn idiot.
And worse yet, he was sick-- off work until his temperature got back to normal, or some shit. Almost pass out once and suddenly everyone is all on your ass to ‘get some rest’ and ‘give yourself time off to get better’. With a boyfriend like Eijirou, he had no choice but to listen to the demands to rest-- but if it made Kiri happy, he'd do it for him.
Saturday evening found him back in his little hiding spot, settled on their bed with his coffee, wearing one of Eijirou’s old Crimson Riot sweatshirts. Embarrassingly oversized on Bakugou, but he stole them all anyway. And fuck, was it cold. He nuzzled his nose deeper into the fabric around his neck, breathing in deeply the comforting scent of fresh pine that was still clinging stubbornly even so long after Eijirou had last worn it.
Said redhead was currently banging around in their living room, way too loud to be normal, but Bakugou was too comfortable to move. They had finally been given a weekend off together, with Eijirou not even on call for the first time in a long ass time. He sunk deeper into their mattress, content to just wait and see what was happening when the idiot eventually appeared.
Like he’d heard Bakugou’s thoughts, a large shadow filled their bedroom door frame, and Bakugou glanced up from his book to stare at the grinning face-- hands held suspiciously behind his back. He reached across to their bedside table, carefully picking up and putting his hearing aids in, tapping them once to make sure they were steady.
Eyes back on the redhead, “why are you so shifty, shithead?”
His voice was scratchy, gross-- aching from the incessant coughing he’d been doing lately. If only this cold was a damn person, he’d kick its ass.
Eijirou’s grin widened at the biting words, and he stumbled over to sit on the bed beside Bakugou, pulling Bakugou’s legs onto his lap while dragging his hand soothingly down his shin, “how you feeling, babe?”
Bakugou stared at him, nose surely red and a tissue box sat beside him on the pillow, “like shit, how do you think.”
The ruby gaze was suddenly filled with pity, softness which had Bakugou tutting angrily as he tried to hold back a blush.
“I’m sorry, ‘Suki, I wish I could take the bug from ya. But here, maybe this will help!”
A red parcel was dropped onto his lap, clumsily wrapped and falling apart at the hastily cello taped edges. Bakugou raised an eyebrow, staring at the present before looking back up to face his idiot,
“You’re too early, dipshit.”
“Awhh, c’mon. Can I not just treat my best bro?”
“I’m your boyfriend, jackass, not your damn ‘bro’.”
“But, Kats, you’re special… you’re both!”
He wasn’t blushing. He wasn’t . Despite what Eiji’s chuckle might say.
“Fuc-- whatever, fine. What is it?”
“Well, duh-- open it!”
He rolled his eyes, before looking back down at the horrendously wrapped parcel. It was so… Kirishima. Red, a little clumsy, but clearly filled with love-- ugh, god that’s so cheesy. Bakugou huffed at his own thoughts, before tearing into the parcel, and…
“You got me a blanket…? Ei, we have tons of fucking blankets.”
Eijirou suddenly leaped from the bed, first gently placing Bakugou’s legs down to rest on the mattress “ah! But it’s not a normal blanket, Kats, it’s special!”
The blanket was pulled from his lap, as Kiri held it up wide before him. Well, it was bright orange for one, soft he’ll admit and… what the hell are those?
“Why does it have arms?”
“Dude, this is the best part. You wear it! C’mon, I’ll show you.”
Hands were suddenly wrapped around his wrists, pulling him up from the comfort he’d been hiding in on their bed. Too startled to respond at first, he quckly snapped back to attention as he felt Eijirou working one of his arms into the weird… thing.
“What, no! Stop it! It’s fucking stupid!”
“Kaaats~” Eijirou whined, “I got it for you! You’ve been really sick lately and I know you hate the cold, so I got you this! Wear it, c’mon… for me?”
Bakugou hated it when he pulled out the puppy dog eyes. He huffed, exasperated, but relented and held out both his arms. The beaming smile he got in return was worth it, sharp teeth glittering like the damn snow coating the world outside that wouldn’t melt already.
Hands on his waist caught him off guard, as he was quickly spun around to face the bed. He felt the gentle touch of Eijirou’s hands on his back, sending a slight shiver along his spine, something that soon stopped in place of his growing confusion.
“What are you doing?”
Kiri giggled, giggled, “the buttons! To keep it on!”.
Are you fucking kidding me.
The things he does for this boy, this man. He grumbled, but choked on his words and threw himself into another coughing fit. His lungs burned, eyes watering as his body decided to throw a big ‘fuck you’ at him. A large hand rubbed his back, concerned eyes staring down at him as he slowly calmed back down. The hand moved to his waist, pulling him in to rest against the broad chest as a cheek came to lay on his head.
Coughing finally coming to a stop, he dug his fingers into Eijirou’s jumper, panting slowly as his breath worked its way back to normal. Fuck, that hurt.
A hand smoothed down his arm, before moving him away slightly to stand in Eijirou’s eye line, a soft smile creeping across the bastard’s face, “you look cute, Kats, the colour is good on you. Hey, let’s get you to the living room, yeah? Some water?”
A warm hand was cupping his cheek, and he nodded softly as his eyes drifted shut and he leaned slightly into the warm touch.
No one got to see him like this, no one. He trusted no one when he was like this, this sick-- but Kirishima was an exception. He was always the exception. The one person a stupid boy who swore he was above love fell for, the only one who could soothe Bakugou when he felt his anger boiling over.
He owed him a lot, and he loved him even more.
Bakugou felt himself being spun around slightly, Eijirou’s hands still a warm weight on him-- holding him by the shoulder as he stumbled out of their bedroom to their flat’s living room. A gentle nudge to his side had him opening his eyes, standing in the doorway and staring into the room, a room which had been totally transformed.
Ah, all the damn noise makes sense.
Their spare room mattress was pulled into the middle of the floor, couches pushed out of the way to make room and dining chairs lining the mattress with a sheet pulled over the top of them. Fairy lights decorated the room, and the faint glow of even more of the damn things was visible inside the enclosed space housing the mattress. Snacks, spicy snacks, were piled up just outside the entrance along with cups and bottles of drinks.
Eijirou had turned their living room into a den. A den.
The entrance was perfectly lined up to face their TV, movie already on the start screen and ready to be watched, and pillows were visible piled up inside. A red blanket, the exact same as the monstrosity he was wearing was thrown over the couch arm-- no doubt ready to be worn by the grinning softie standing beside him.
The grip on his waist tightened for a moment, as his boyfriend struggled to contain his glee. It was infectious, and Bakugou felt a small smile trying to pull up the corner of his own lips as he glanced up at his face.
Red eyes were looking around the room, surveying his own creation, and Bakugou saw it-- that same spark the season brought each year when Eijirou got to explore the lights and sights around them, something he’d yet to be able to do with caring for Bakugou, something he truly felt awful about.
But there it was, plain for him to see. And there it stayed when the redhead turned to look down at him. Eyes soft, full of love. Eyes he got to see every morning when he woke up, and every night when he fell asleep. Eyes he fell in love with. Eyes that belonged to the man he loves with all his being.
Eyes that crinkled as Eijirou smiled down at him, the warm hand once again rising to cup his cheek. The large thumb swiped across his cheekbone, and a soft kiss was pressed to his forehead. Bakugou flushed, blushing like a damn school girl, as Eijirou leaned down to gently press their foreheads together right after.
“I hope you like it, Kats. Happy Holidays, I love you.”
Eye contact suddenly too intense to hold with the words spoken, he shifted his gaze to focus on the den instead, a warm breath of air brushing softly over his face as Eijirou laughed. Another kiss was pressed to his forehead, before Eijirou reached out to put on his own stupid red blanket, turning around to ask Bakugou help for fastening it.
Once done, he grabbed Bakugou’s wrist softly once again, pulling him over to the den and settling them both inside. He lay back, propped up by the ridiculous number of pillows piled up behind them, and pulled Bakugou down slowly to lie on his chest.
“I got your favourite snacks for later, and that new hero movie on DVD! I know you wanted to see it,”
Bakugou loves him. After everything, after being such a shitty kid, after being a jackass to everyone when they first started UA-- he didn’t deserve Kiri. Sunshine trapped inside a human body, but always such a soothing warmth. Never burning or turning away Bakugou’s touch.
He’s perfect.
Bakugou knew he was staring, but he couldn’t stop. The smile slowly fell from Eijirou’s face, concern filling those eyes once again. No, that’s not right. This is their moment, not a moment for worry or focus on anything else, like a damn stupid bug. Quickly, Bakugou lifted himself up, blushing deeply as he pressed a kiss to Eijirou’s cheek, hurridly moving back down to hide his face in the warm neck of the man below him right after.
He’s pathetic, just say the damn words back!
But he didn’t need to, because no one understood him better than Eijirou.
A rattle shook Eijirou’s frame, as he laughed softly, quietly, leaning down to press his own kiss to the side of Bakugou’s forehead, whispering a soft “I love you, too” into his ear.
Another blanket was pulled from the side, slowly draped over them before Eijirou moved to grab the remote and press play. Soft music filled the room as the movie began, the only light coming from the screen, the damn explosion of fairy lights, and that spark still so bright right in Eijirou’s eyes.
Bakugou moved his head, resting comfortably on the softly rising and falling chest below him, snuggling closer to the source of warmth as he turned to watch the screen.
This was exactly where he wanted to be, where he always wanted to be. Wrapped in the strong arms of Eijirou, surrounded by the soft pine scent and soothed by the gentle breaths beside him. Kirishima was part of him, would always be-- and without even knowing it, he owned Bakugou’s entire being.
Screw what everyone thought-- screw the media and their close-minded reports, the people who thought Bakugou wasn’t good enough, the people who looked down on them for being who they were. Eijirou was the only thing that mattered, and he was happy with that, and maybe one day he would find the words to say just that.
But for now, he was content to lie there, wrapped in the pure warmth of this man beside him-- the greatest fucking man and hero in the world. The sun in his own universe.
Love is a strange thing, but damn if it wasn’t worth it.