charged silence
One sunny afternoon Kirishima asks Bakugou if he’s into girls. They haven’t talked about it before and, well, Kirishima is very much in love with his best friend, so he would like to know if he has a chance. Not that Bakugou would be interested in him if he was gay, but still.
He was ready for the blond to yell at him, say something like “what kind of stupid question is that?!” followed by an explosion to his face, but he wasn’t ready for Bakugou to burst into laughter. It’s the loudest he’s ever seen him laugh. Bright and wide, arms crossed around his belly. It’s contagious. Kirishima doesn’t get what about the question is so funny, but he laughs too. He loves seeing Bakugou like this.
It takes a few minutes for Katsuki to calm down. When he does, he’s looking at Kirishima, a grin on his face. “You really are an idiot, aren’t you?”
There’s no real bite behind the insult. Still, Kirishima would like to answer back; it’s their own game, a teasing give-and-take. He enjoys playing with Bakugou. The way Katsuki is staring at him, though, kills the words in his mouth. It’s intense, heavy, meaningful.
Kirishima considers he’s gotten really good at speaking Bakugou’s language in these past months, he believes he’s reached a depth of understanding no one else in their class has. He takes pride in it. It makes him feel special. Now Bakugou is staring at him like he wants Kirishima to know he is being stared at and Eijirou doesn’t know what to make of it. He blushes and looks away, breaking eye contact, and he would swear Bakugou’s ears are a bit pink too.
They keep doing their homework, in the charged silence of Bakugou’s room.
