(BakuKiri)
"Who's next?" Kaminari shouted, his voice ringing with enthusiasm. The bottle spun again, and the next set of players disappeared into the dark confines of the closet, the sounds of their giggles fading into silence.
Among the somewhat chaotic revelry, Bakugo and Kirishima waited for their turn with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. They were the best of friends—Bakugo's fiery personality complemented Kirishima's laid-back charm. They understood each other in a way no one else did, even if Bakugo's way of showing affection often came across as abrasive.
"This is stupid!" Bakugo shouted, his brows furrowed with irritation. "Who the hell thought this was a good idea? Ugh, I'm going to punch whoever came up with this."
Kirishima chuckled softly, trying to ease his friend's growing frustration. "Come on, Bakugo, it's just a game. Besides, we've gotta go in there eventually. Just try to have fun, okay?"
"Fun?! You call being locked in a closet with someone for seven minutes fun?" Bakugo retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. His cheeks were slightly flushed—not just from anger, but from the bubbling nerves swimming in the pit of his stomach.
Kirishima felt a tide of anxiety wash over him as he thought about how close they would be in that cramped space. He had been waiting for the right moment to express his feelings for Bakugo, but the fear of messing up their friendship held him back. Little did he know, Bakugo was wrestling with the same emotions.
The moment finally came; the bottle pointed decisively at them, and the group cheered them on as they stepped towards the closet. Bakugo grumbled under his breath, his usual ire bubbling to the surface. Kirishima opened the door, and they slipped inside, the door closing behind them with a soft click.
Inside, the closet was dark and scent-filled with few things: old sweaters, wooden shelves, and the faint hint of lingering cologne. It was cramped, and both boys stood awkwardly close. The sound of the party outside faded as they tried to adjust to the chaos within.
"Can you believe this crap?" Bakugo huffed, not entirely calm. "This is the dumbest game I've ever played."
Kirishima tried to calm his friend. "It's just a few minutes. You can handle it. Just breathe."
Bakugo's brow twitched with irritation, but Kirishima's steady voice was like an anchor. He tried to focus on his friend's words, finding comfort in their proximity. But then, without really thinking, Kirishima mumbled, "You know, you're kind of hot when you get all worked up like this…"
The words slipped out, and for a moment, the air in the tiny space grew thick with tension. Bakugo's irritation evaporated, replaced by a spark of intrigue. He turned his gaze towards Kirishima, his smirk widening, and before Kirishima could clarify his words—or comprehend what he had just said—Bakugo lunged forward, grabbing him by the collar and capturing his lips with his own.
Kirishima's eyes widened in surprise, his heart racing in his chest. The kiss was electrifying, unlike anything he had ever dreamed of. Bakugo was fierce yet tender, his lips moving with an intensity that made Kirishima forget all about the game. He melted into the kiss, realizing just how long he had wanted it, how much he had craved this moment.
Then, as quickly as it started, Bakugo pulled back, his cheeks flushed in the dark. "What the hell, Eijiro, Shocked from one kiss?" he sputtered, sounding more incredulous than angry.
Kirishima's face broke into a wide grin. He hadn't expected this turn, but in the glowing silence of the closet, everything felt right. "Did you really just kiss me?" he asked, his voice steady despite the tumult of his emotions.
Bakugo rolled his eyes, trying to mask his vulnerability with bravado. "Yeah, well, you said I was hot. That's a compliment worth capitalizing on," he retorted, but there was an underlying softness in his tone that made Kirishima's heart soar.
"Are you kidding? I've thought you were hot for ages now!" Kirishima confessed, astonished at his newfound courage.
Bakugo paused, his expression settling into something softer, more tender. "You're not so bad yourself, Shitty hair."
With that, the door creaked open, and they could hear the raucous laughter of their friends waiting outside. Kirishima couldn't help but beam at Bakugo as the two slid out of the small space, emerging into the light with newfound confidence—together, with feelings that no longer needed to be hidden.
As they rejoined the others, the room alive with laughter and cheers, Kirishima could only cherish the warmth of Bakugo standing so close beside him. Their friendship had just ignited into something beautifully, brilliantly more, and he couldn't wait to explore it.