#bkk week

since I’m in desperate need of external motivation to finish, here is a snippet from my fill for Day 1 of @bokatanweek: Aunt Bo

Bo-Katan found herself in a sitting room with a long, low couch and two chairs that she recognized from the Kryze Stronghold on Kalevala. Satine stood  between the couch and a coffee table laden with breakfast foods, trapping a small, chunky toddler against her hip with one arm around his waist. With her free hand she was sweeping what appeared to be powdered sugar out of his strawberry-blonde hair, all the while the boy giggled like an adorable criminal.

“Look at you,” Satine sighed. “Pastries are for eating, Korkie, not for wearing.” Giving up, she set Korkie back down and raised her head, looking directly at Bo-Katan, who shrank back instinctively. Satine only smiled.

“There you are,” she said. “Come and have breakfast before the food gets cold.”

Holding her hands anxiously to her chest, Bo-Katan made her way around the couch and sat down in one of the chairs. Korkie was sitting on the couch with his legs in a V, his hands jammed between his thighs. He grinned at her from ear to ear.

“Hi!” he exclaimed. “I’m Corgi!”

“Korkie,” Satine corrected automatically, settling back down.

Day two of bkk week!  I may or may not have stayed awake until 3 am reading traitor theories, so… here you go!  

Kirishima paced back and forth, his mind racing faster than his feet.  He chewed on his thumb nail, biting it down to nothing more than a stub.  He broke that habit years ago, yet right now the action was the only thing keeping him grounded.  It would’ve been better for him to keep his mouth shut, but he couldn’t.  Not anymore.  This was the hardest decision he had ever made in his life, but he couldn’t change his mind now.  This was the right thing to do, no matter what happened.

After many agonizing minutes, there was the anticipated knock on the door.

“Yo, I got your text,” Kaminari said when Kirishima threw open the door.  “What’s the big—whoa!”

Kirishima grabbed him by the front of his shirt and yanked him inside his dorm room, slamming the door shut behind them.

“Dude, are you okay?  What’s wrong?”

Kirishima shook his head.  He resumed his pacing, tugging anxiously at his hair.  It hurt, but he didn’t mind the pain.  “I can’t… Kami, I can’t do this anymore… I just can’t…”

“What are you talking about?” asked Kaminari.  “Dude, slow down.  You’re freaking me out.”  He had never seen Kirishima act like this before and it was unsettling.  Kirishima ignored him, still muttering under his breath.  Kaminari stepped in his path and grabbed him by the shoulders.  “Kirishima.”

Kirishima raised his eyes slowly to meet Kaminari’s. They were bloodshot, making his red irises even more pronounced, and tears formed at the corners.  He swallowed, his jaw set.

“I’m turning myself in.”

Kicking off the first day of bkk week with something quick and fluffy!  Kirishima’s cute and Bakugou’s in way over his head.

Bakugou wrapped his arms tighter around Kirishima and rested his chin on top of the other boy’s head.  Kirishima pressed himself closer to Bakugou’s side, nuzzling his cheek against Bakugou’s firm chest.  Kirishima’s soft, steady snores filled Bakugou’s room.  Bakugou lay wide awake, threading his fingers through Kirishima’s long hair, vibrant even in the darkness of the night.

If someone had told him a month ago that he’d be dating shitty-hair, he’d probably have punched them in the face for being so stupid.  Yet here he was, sharing a bed and cuddling in the dark with Kirishima.  His boyfriend.

The word was foreign to Bakugou.  New.  Exciting. Terrifying.  He had never had any interest in relationships before.  They would only get in the way of him becoming the top hero, and nothing mattered to Bakugou more than that.  But Kirishima was different.  He had proven time and time again that he was capable of keeping up with Bakugou, of standing by his side, of supporting him – both in battle and out.  Until Kirishima, Bakugou never met anyone he considered an equal.

And Bakugou realized it wasn’t just Kirishima’s strength he admired so much.  It was the way he lit up every room he walked into, his laugh and optimism infectious.  It was his uncanny ability to say the right thing to keep Bakugou grounded and calm.  It was his determination to keep his head high and continue fighting no matter how hopeless a situation seemed.

Kirishima was too good for him.  Bakugou knew that.  Hell, everyone knew that.  Everyone except Kirishima it seemed.  He was so good, so kind, so caring and Bakugou was, well...Bakugou.

“You okay, Blasty?”

Bakugou started, not realizing Kirishima had woken up. Kirishima gazed up at him sleepily and smiled.

“Earth to Bakugou,” he sang, nudging Bakugou’s side.

“’m fine,” Bakugou mumbled, turning his face away. “Go back to sleep.”

Kirishima untangled himself from Bakugou and sat up. He studied Bakugou’s face for a long moment and then started scooting reluctantly towards the edge of the bed.

“I know you aren’t really use to this thing, so if you can’t sleep, I can just go back to my room—”

“No.”  Bakugou grabbed the back of Kirishima’s tank top and dragged him down to his side. Kirishima smiled.  He curled up all too happily, and Bakugou rolled over so the two were facing each other, almost nose to nose.  Bakugou closed his eyes, hoping Kirishima would get the hint that he wasn’t interested in talking.

“Hey, Bakugou?” asked Kirishima quietly.

Bakugou grunted.

“Can I kiss you?”

Bakugou’s cheeks burned.  He felt Kirishima’s intense gaze but refused to meet his eye. Kirishima waited patiently for an answer, his fingers playing absentmindedly with Bakugou’s hands. Bakugou clenched his jaw and dared to open his eyes.  Kirishima grinned.

Bakugou grunted again.

Kirishima leaned in and pressed his lips gently against Bakugou’s.  Bakgou would never admit it out loud, but he really enjoyed kissing Kirishima.  He wasn’t the first person Bakugou had ever kissed, but he certainly was the best.  His kisses were soft, affectionate.  He focused completely on Bakugou, and asked for absolutely nothing in return.

“Happy?” asked Bakugou when they broke apart.   “Now go back to sleep.”  Kirishima simply beamed at him in response.  Why did he have to be so damn cute? Kirishima wrapped his arms around Bakugou’s torso and snuggled back up.  Bakugou resumed playing with Kirishima’s hair once more, scratching his nails gently against his scalp.

“Bakugou?”

“What.”

“I’m glad you gave me a chance,” Kirishima said earnestly.  “I honestly thought you would blast me when I asked.”

“I honestly thought about it,” Bakugou replied. Kirishima laughed and Bakugou knew that would quickly become his new favorite sound.  Kirishima moved even closer against him and nuzzled his head against Bakugou’s chest.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

Bakugou squeezed him gently.  “Go the fuck to sleep.  We’ve got class in the morning, dumbass.”

“Okay.”