Katsuki X Eijirou - Blog Posts

I decided that at 1 in the morning I needed to draw my boys! So now here I am 3:32 just finished posting this on my Instagram and now putting it here.

I really think this looks cute and I love the desperate energy and the need to be close this kind of projects to me.

dancing in the rain

pov : you and kirishima make a silly decision of dancing in the rain and you make force bakugou dance too

A cool breeze fans against the heat of your skin, warm from the intense exchange of dancing and conversation from the ballroom floor inside.

The heavy patter of rain is accompanied by a bout of cheerful laughter and a series of playful splashes of water trailing away from the door.

“Come on y/n! Come join me!” Eyes full of light and his teeth pulled together into a shiny grin, Kirishima calls out to you from the middle of the venue parking lot, completely drenched from his brilliant red hair to his shiny, black shoes.

Under the protection of the entryway awning, Bakugo folds his arms in judgement. “Tch, shitty hair, this is a stupid idea! Get back here!” You cautiously inspect the long hem of your dress and your sparky, heeled shoes. Even under a shelter from the rain, a puddle forms around your toes, growing steadily from the downpour.

“You’re not thinking of joining that idiot, are you?” Bakugo asks, turning to you. You find yourself smiling as Kirishima does a celebratory spin, arms spread wide to the will of the sky above him. Bakugo’s distaste slips your mind, as you hurriedly slip off your shoes and bolt from the dry entryway.

“Sorry Bakugo!” You call out behind you, the first trickles of rain splashing against your skin. “Dumbass! Not you too!” He spits in frustration. Fabric gathered in your hands, concrete rough against your bare toes, Kirishima’s bright smile drives you forward. The scent of earth and air fills your lungs, fueling your burst of adrenaline. Your eyes meet and he pauses, opening his arms to catch you.

You collide into his rain-soaked suit jacket with an elated gasp, his presence crushing you affectionately as he pulls you into the safety of his arms. “You’re crazy Kiri.” You breathe into his shoulder. “Does that make you crazy for joining me?” He teases, earning him a playful smirk and a gentle punch to his chest.

“You idiots. Making me come out here in the damned rain!” You both turn in pleasant surprise to your explosive friend, a pinch in his brow and his hands stuffed stubbornly into his pockets. His heavy footsteps disrupt the puddles across the tarmac as he storms over to you.

“Hey man! You changed your mind?” Tucked comfortably into his side, you could feel the joy radiate from Kirishima’s chest. Bakugo grumbles dismissively. “sOmEoNE needs to watch you two… And it’s not like the rain’s gonna kill me, it’s just not fuckin necessary you morons!” A spurt of laughter escapes you at the sight of Bakugo’s notable annoyance yet, very attentive gesture to join you.

“C’mere bro.” Kiri wraps a welcoming arm around him, pulling you all together. You breathe in the comfort of their closeness. “We were all so busy in there, I didn’t get a chance to dance with you guys.” Kiri looks up at you both sheepishly. “Uh, I was wondering, if it’s not too late, could we dance now?” Bakugo sighs, pulling away a little and motioning to downpour around you. “You really wanna dance in the rain shitty hair? Not inside?”

“C’mon Bakugo, it’ll be fun, just the three of us.” You smile, your eyes catching a section of his hair folded across his forehead. You tenderly brush it away from his face, raking it over his hairline, soaking wet from the rain. “We just want to spend some time with you tonight.” Your touch and your comment make him flinch a little from embarrassment. His cheeks begin to flush a gentle pink, flustered from the openly intimate affection.

His expression furrows thoughtfully as Kirishima reaches for his hand. “C’mere man, it’s our prom night, can your prom dates get one dance with you?” He asks with a warm smile. Tilting his head to the sky, letting the unease trickle off the sides of jaw, Bakugo reciprocates the gesture, pulling Kirishima away from the curb.

As he storms off through the rain once again, his head turns over his shoulder and his eyes home in on your giddy expression. “Don’t get too ansty y/n, wait your turn.” Kirishima turns to you despite being dragged behind in Bakugo’s wake. “You’re up next y/n! Can’t leave here tonight without dancing with you.” “Ugh, fine, but I get her after! Best for last!” Bakugo barks in dispute. Kirishima runs a hand through his drenched bangs in compliance. “Yeah yeah, whatever you say- wait, best for last? What, are YOU the best or is she?” Bakugo pauses, before shoving Kirishima awa“I’m not gonna answer that! Just shut up and dance with me shitty hair!” Sitting on the curb nearby, you giggle at their friendly squabble, feeling a swell in your heart as you watch your dates dance together under the cool, calming trickle of the rain