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It's a brief, soft touch on his waist and a voice he knows all too well that makes a chill run down his spine and his stomach feel funny. "Excuse me," that's what it said, quiet enough for only him to hear.
Bakugo is stuck in place as he watches Kirishima go down the hallway, somehow still feeling the warmth of his palm on his side. He wants to call Kirishima, tell him to do that again, and stay there, by his side, warming him from the inside out.
But he's already turned the corner, and Bakugo really needs to move before fucking Dunce Face catches up to him and sees him act the way only Kirishima's hands could, so he snaps himself out of it and walks the opposite way.
One day.
One day he would say something to Kirishima.
But tonight, Bakugo will just go to sleep feeling a little colder than usual.