Soft drabble since im feeling bad. CWS: KiriBaku, this is just fluff so nothing bad.
Bakugou had everything ready for their date night. Not much of a date night in his mind. But, with the way, Kirishima’s voice cracked on their phone call. Bakugou figured out a relaxing movie and a whole night to pamper the one he loved. It was way overdue.
Bakugou smiles as he fluffs out another towel onto the ground when he hears the front door close and then shut. Kirishima walks into the living room, shoulders slumped forward, and breath rigged like he had been crying. Bakugou runs and scoops his arms under Kirishima’s arms. Helping hold him up from the weight of the day.
“Come on baby. Let me get you undressed.” Bakugou walks his partner to the bathroom. Kirishima looks over at him with a relieved smile when he sees the freshly drawn bath waiting for him. Bakugou nods in silent answer. he points for Kirishima to lift his arms so he could pull off his shirt.
After setting Kirishima in the bath and telling him not to wash his hair. Bakugou set up the movie. 20 minutes passed before Kirishima walks out dressed in an old tank top that was stained from hair bleach and dye. Bakugou smiles to himself, outreaching his hand, “Come on Ei, let’s watch some movies as I touch up those roots of yours.”
Kirishima grabs at the dyed ends of his hair. He has been so busy that he didn’t notice that his hair was almost a pink color now and his roots had grown as well. Almost half his hair is black now. Kirishima grabs his loving partner’s hand. “Yeah, that sounds nice.”
Bakugou scrunched up his face at the meek voice coming out of the other man. Kirishima being upset never sounds right. Bakugou points to the towel-coved pillow on the floor. When Kirishima gets into his spot. He looks up at Bakugou with bright, tired eyes. “Kats, we can always do this later. We both have been busy and…” Bakugou cuts him off by stomping behind him and flinging his leg over his head so he can take his seat behind him.
He grabs the brush he placed on the sofa, and he plays with a few strands of tangled hair, before he runs the brush through it, making sure it was nice and smooth for what he was about to do. Kirishima looks back at him when he hears Bakugou crack his fingers.
Bakugou flicks his forehead, grabs a button of hair cream, and then gets some out and works it onto his hands. After making sure the cream was all over his hands. He starts by rubbing his fingers into rough dyed tips and working his way up to soft black. Kirishima lets out a relaxed sigh when the pads of his fingers rub his scalp.
Bakugou get lost in what he was doing and didn’t notice his finger popping with every movement. He was about to speak when he was pushed out of his thoughts by Kirishima grabbing his hand. “Babe, if it hurts. You dont have to do this. I promise I’m ok.”
Bakugou just clicks his tongue and lightly smacks Kirishima’s forehead again. “Shh, it dosent hurt. Just pick a movie already and shut up.” Kirishima chuckles, he knows when he is beaten and decides to leave his worries behind.
Bakugou gets back to work massaging Kirishima’s head, he takes in all the small whimpers and gasp of air that the redhead made, in that moment he could care less if it hurts or not, all that mattered was whether his partner needed to relax and by whatever is holy he was going to give that to Kirishima.
Kirishima leans back into Bakugou more, mouth slightly open and eyes closed. Bakugou rubs over his temples and forehead, smoothing out the stress that lay there. Kirishima smiles as he starts to hum to himself. Their movie is very much forgotten.
Bakugou smiles as he takes in the soft feature of his partner’s face, thinking to himself; Yeah, / I would do anything, even kill a man. Just so I could see that smiling face every day./
Before he knew it he was leaning forward and placing a feather-light kiss on Kirishima’s forehead. The redhead blinks his eyes open, huge smile tugs at his lips, he reaches up ad pulls Bakugou back down and gently pushes their lips together.
Bakugou couldn’t help the soft giggle that passed his lips and echoed into the air around them. The hand on the back of his head rubs at his scalp slowly. “Thank you, babe. I really needed this.” Bakugou pulls back to where he was sitting upright again, he grabs the hair bleach and rubber gloves. “Yeah, yeah I know. Just shush and let me do my job taking care of you.”
