Kirishima had settled into a comfortable routine in college, balancing his studies with his growing relationship with Bakugo. Sharing a dorm room had brought them closer, filled with laughter and late-night study sessions that often derailed into playful banter. It was during one of these quiet evenings, however, that things took an unexpected turn.
Kirishima was sprawled on his bed, books open in front of him, headphones over his ears, and the soft hum of lo-fi music playing in the background. He was lost in thought as he worked through equations for his engineering class. He had nearly forgotten that his phone was buzzing beside him until a new message from Mina popped up on the screen: Challenge time! Wear Bakugo's hoodie with nothing underneath!
His heart raced as he read the message. The idea was both thrilling and utterly embarrassing. Bakugo was definitely the last person who would let him live down such a bold challenge. But a flash of excitement coursed through him, and with a grin, he accepted it. He stood up and rummaged through Bakugo's closet, pulling out a large, black hoodie that engulfed him. It smelled like Bakugo, comforting and familiar.
After slipping the hoodie on, Kirishima flopped back onto his bed, its fabric warm against his bare skin. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling a mixture of pride and nervousness about his daring outfit. With his headphones in and the music flowing, he returned to his homework, entirely focused on the task at hand.
Time slipped by, and it wasn't until he felt the unmistakable warmth of Bakugo's presence that he finally realized he wasn't alone anymore. The door creaked open, and without even looking up, Kirishima greeted Bakugo, "Hey! How was practice?"
But then everything changed. Bakugo's heavy footsteps walked over, the weight of his aura filling the small space between them. Suddenly, Kirishima felt a bold hand slide under the hem of the hoodie and grasp his growing excitement. He startled, his body jolting in surprise.
"Damn, Kiri. What do you think you're doing?" Bakugo's voice was low, a mix of teasing and something darker as he leaned closer. Kirishima's cheeks burned a bright red, and his mind scrambled for a quick cover-up.
"Uh, it's—It's just my quirk! You know, it makes me—uh, you know, uh—"
"Not buying it," Bakugo interrupted, a smirk spreading across his face. The way he looked at him ignited a fire within Kirishima that he hadn't expected. Bakugo could be so intense, relentless in both battles and teasing. "You wearing my hoodie like this? You can't expect me to ignore it."
Kirishima stammered, "But, um, Mina dared me! It was just a silly challenge!"
Bakugo chuckled, an amused spark lighting up his usually fiery demeanor. "A challenge, huh?" He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over Kirishima's ear. "Then I guess I have to make it worth your while."
With that, Bakugo shifted, pushing Kirishima back onto the bed, a playful dominance radiating from him. Kirishima's heart raced, both with anticipation and the overwhelming affection he felt for his boyfriend. "What if I just decide to take this challenge, too?" Bakugo's eyes gleamed with mischief as a wicked grin broke through.
"Wait, what do you mean by that?" Kirishima squeaked, suddenly feeling the heat rushing to more than just his cheeks.
"Just—" Bakugo leaned even closer, "let me see you squirm a little."
With those words, he playfully began teasing him, expertly navigating a game of tug-of-war between them both. Kirishima's laughter filled the room, mingling with gasps and soft protests, and despite his flustered state, he found himself reveling in the moment.
They were both young, bold, and exploring the remnants of their academy days, where challenges transformed into intimacy and loving teasing became part of their reality. The boundaries of their friendship had shifted and blurred into something more beautiful, and Kirishima couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, wearing Bakugo's hoodie was the best decision he ever made.