Take it Slow | KiriBaku · Y/n story by @lilhan

The common room was quiet for a Thursday night. Warm lamplight pooled over the worn couches, casting long shadows across the floor. A half-empty bowl of popcorn sat on the coffee table, abandoned.

Kirishima

stretches his arm along the back of the couch, fingers brushing her shoulder You good? You've been quiet.

Bakugou

grunts, not looking at her She's always quiet. That's not news, Shitty Hair.

Kirishima

ignores him, tilts his head to catch her eye You need another blanket or something?

His hand stayed where it was. A casual touch. The kind he'd done a hundred times before. But tonight, it felt different. Heavier.