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“Have you ever kissed anybody?”
“I— Wait— huh?”
Katsuki turns his head, looking at Eijiro. His gaze is calm, body language relaxed as they sit beside each other on Eijiro's floor, notebooks and homework in front of them. “Have you ever kissed anyone?”
Eijiro stares at Katsuki, heart suddenly beginning to pound against his chest. He feels like he's underwater, like he couldn't have heard Katsuki right. “Have I ever kissed anyone?” He repeats, slowly.
“Yeah. Have you?”
What kind of question was that? You don't just ask that stuff to your best friend, do you? “I.. Um. No?”
“Me neither.”
Katsuki was— so confusing sometimes. Weird. Eijiro was beginning to feel weird. Strands of Katsuki's blonde hair fell over his eyes, making him look— pretty, and he leaned back. “Why would you ask me something like that?”
He looks away at Eijiro, gazing towards the floor, before looking back up at his friend. “I don't know. Wanna try it?”
What? “Try what?”
“You know what I'm fucking talking about,” Katsuki scoffs, but without any of his familiar anger or bite. “Kissing. You wanna try?”
A silence falls over the room. How— how does Eijiro even begin to comprehend this, to respond? Katsuki's always been pretty distant to an extent. Sure, Eijiro probably knew him better than anyone else, but— he didn't expect him, ever, to ask him something like that!
“I— What the hell, man?”
“Huh?”
“Did.. did you hit your head or something?” Eijiro blurts. “Or did you get replaced? You're asking me to kiss you without even a warning!”
Katsuki stares at him. His gaze is unreadable, and Eijiro finds himself feeling even more confused than he already was. “Did you hit your head?”
“What does that mean?”
“Maybe I asked you,” He pauses, raising an eyebrow, “because I just want to kiss you.”
And— his answer was surprisingly simple— so undoubtedly Katsuki. Eijiro suddenly feels exhausted, before he frowns. “Using me as a trial run isn't very manly.”
Katsuki himself frowns, seeming offended. “I wouldn't fucking do that to you. I'm not a liar,” He says. “Maybe I just genuinely fucking like you, Shitty Hair.”
His heart picks up speed, and Eijiro feels his cheeks burn hotter than they ever have before. “You— Bakugou, you like me?”
“Did you seriously not figure it out?!”
“No, man, you're weird!” Eijiro blurts, and he watches as Katsuki's expression falls. “I mean, not like — fuck, sometimes it's hard to understand you or your intentions, or what you mean with things. You're not the best at communicating!”
“Shitty Hair—”
“But, like, besides that—” Eijiro takes a breath, “Why would someone like you like someone like me?! You're basically — the manliest thing on the planet, you could get anyone you want, and you decide on—”
“Shut the fuck up!”
It gives Eijiro pause, Katsuki's frantic shout. He reaches over, grabbing Eijiro by his shirt. “Shut— Shut up! Shut the fuck up! Stop talking badly about yourself!”
“You—”
“No, you're going to listen to me!” Katsuki cuts him off. “You're the brightest motherfucker I've ever met! You're — warm, and friendly, and people like you, all things I'm not!”
“Bakugou—”
“Shut up! Just— Just let me finish!” He asks, almost pleads. The desperate look in his red eyes causes Eijiro to fall into silence. “I’m not deciding on anybody. I'm not settling for shit. You're the one I want because I like you!”
“.. Do you really mean that?” Eijiro whispers.
“.. I told you already, didn't I? I'm not a liar.” Katsuki mutters, grip on Eijiro's shirt loosening. “I wouldn't tell you all that shit just to lead you on.”
Katsuki looks away, finally. His cheeks are flushed and he's noticeably embarrassed — but he laid out his heart bare anyways; something Eijiro knew was very hard for him.
.. Fuck.
“Bakugou, you’re so manly.”
Katsuki scowls, but it quickly turns into something softer. “.. So. What do you wanna do?”
“Huh?”
“You know. Kissing. Do you want to try?”
Eijiro stares at him, as if a deer in headlights. The tips of Katsuki’s ears flush red. “If you don't want to just say so and stop staring at—”
Cutting him off, Eijiro slowly reaches out. He grabs onto Katsuki's shirt, and after a moment, Katsuki grips onto the back of Eijiro's. “Bakugou, is this— can I— is this okay?”
“..Yeah. ‘t’s fine.” Katsuki mumbles. He leans close, and Eijiro feels his heart actually stutter. There's a quiet, mutual hesitation, before Katsuki presses his lips against Eijiro's.
It's.. nice. Eijiro likes it, it's gentle, surprisingly sweet, considering who, exactly, he's kissing. But he can't help but want something more. Something that felt a little more Katsuki. He scoots closer to Katsuki as he returns his kiss, pressing just a little harder, wanting Katsuki to know that he didn't want him to hold back.
Katsuki must've gotten the hint. He pulls Eijiro with a hard grip, falling backward onto the floor. He presses harder, deeper, and Eijiro would scoff if he could. So he wanted to make it a challenge. He'll make it a challenge, alright.
Eijiro returns his force, unable to not smile as he feels Katsuki shift under him, holding him with a tight grip. He feels Katsuki’s tongue lick across his teeth, asking for access, but Eijiro grows a little nervous at that. He didn't want to— fuck up, hurt Katsuki with his sharp teeth— but Katsuki grows even more adamant, and Eijiro finally relents.
Their tongues dance as Katsuki and Eijiro are chest to chest, legs tangled with each other and fingers dug into each other's shirts. Neither of them wanted to pull away first, only increasing the deepness of their kiss. Eijiro blamed Katsuki— dickhead had to make everything into a competition.
He'd be lying if he said it wasn't one of his favorite parts about him, though.
He suddenly feels something hit his crotch, and out of surprise, he pulls away, gasping for air. “Ow!”
“Ha!” Katsuki laughs out, cheeks flushed and clearly deprived of air, “You pulled away first, I won!”
Eijiro stares at Katsuki, shocked. “That's not fair, you cheated!”
“Yeah? So what if I did, whatcha gonna do about it, Red?”
Eijiro pouts. “I'm going to do this!” He declares, before he engages Katsuki in another kiss, and as he feels Katsuki wrap his arms around his neck, he relaxes into his hold, feeling nothing but warmth.
Katsuki really did like him, did he?
He can feel Katsuki's begrudging smile against his own lips, and Eijiro knows that's all the reassurance he needs.
He liked Katsuki a lot, too, and wouldn't have a different first kiss.