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Bakugou has just barely managed to escape the mess of a party in his living room, slipping away into the kitchen for a glass of water. He relishes in the moment of, albeit relative, peace. He's content to pick up some empty cans and discarded Solo cups while the music shakes the other end of the house. The new house, his and Kirishima's first real place after living in a small apartment for years. They've put their generous hero salaries to good use, if Bakugou says so himself, as he's done most of the design and decoration for the spacious open concept home.
He doesn't understand how he's allowed Kirishima to invite their former classmates over for New Year's Eve and get absolutely trashed; he's also never been able to resist those puppy dog eyes. Perhaps there's a correlation there, somewhere.
Speak of the devil, Bakugou's moment of respite is short-lived; he's been not-so-rudely interrupted by the best possible person.
"Hey, you," Kirishima murmurs, arms winding around Bakugou's neck as he steps in close. With his hair down and clad in one of Bakugou's sweaters in the warm lighting of their kitchen, Kirishima looks tantalizingly soft and sweet. Bakugou watches the flutter of his eyelashes as he blinks, long and sleepy, but definitely still sober.
Bakugou frowns, remembering Kirishima's excited babbling earlier that day about how shitfaced he planned to get. "You're not even that drunk," he observes skeptically.
"No," Kirishima agrees with a lazy smile pressed against his cheek, beginning to sway their bodies back and forth. "I'm definitely buzzed, but... I don't know. You're not drinking, and I wanted to remember this, with you. First new year in the new house, right? Is that cheesy?" He punctuates the question with a playful nip at Bakugou's ear.
"Yes," Bakugou confirms, his arms squeezing possessively around Kirishima's waist, "it is, you fucking sap." He's definitely not choking up.
"I'm about to go sicko mode!" Kaminari's scream can be heard over the music bumping from the living space.
"Wait, Denki, watch out for Dark Shadow!" That one's Sero, and it's followed by an indistinct crashing sound and even more indistinct yelling.
Bakugou groans and drops his forehead against Kirishima's shoulder while the other laughs. "You needed a break, huh?" Kirishima's voice is soothing as he scratches gently at Bakugou's scalp. "Are you having a good time? Or is it too much?"
"Stop babying me," Bakugou grumbles stubbornly, closing his eyes. "I'm fine, Eiji."
And he means it, really. As much as the idiots in the next room make him want to tear his fucking hair out when they're sober, let alone plastered, he can't deny the warm feeling that comes with having his closest colleagues and friends around him to ring in the new year - if anything, it's a reminder of his own personal growth and accomplishment. The fact that he would even let fucking Deku onto his property is without a doubt something that should be celebrated.
Also, while he might not ever admit it aloud, he can't seem to say no to Kirishima.
"Okay." Kirishima's hands slide down to his shoulders and biceps, rubbing up and down in calming patterns. "If you're feeling unhappy, you have to tell me."
"I know," Bakugou mutters into Kirishima's hair. He sighs. "I'm happy, okay? I'm so fucking happy. Even with them here. Especially with you."
He opens his eyes when he finds his pride isn't wounded by the admission; he knows that it doesn't make him weak. It's always easy to talk to Kirishima, to be himself. It feels good to know that for sure, after all these years. He pulls away slightly to find the redhead staring at him with shining eyes, mouth hanging open slightly.
"You sure you haven't had a drink, dude?"
"Shut up," Bakugou growls, glaring and shoving his hands under that damned sweater to grab at the warm skin underneath. "I love you more than fucking anything. You know that."
Kirishima's eyes crinkle at the corners with the force of his grin. It's, as always, something akin to looking directly into the sun. "Aren't you sweet, then," he whispers, leaning in and knocking their foreheads together.
"I can be whatever the fuck you want, Eijirou," Bakugou promises, voice low, and he means it as he tilts his head to seal the gap between their lips.
A thought occurs to him then, that it's their own housewarming-slash-new years party, that Kirishima has been his partner both on and off the field for years now, that they're working on opening up a hero agency together, that he loves him so fiercely and completely that it's terrifying and exciting and warm and perfect all at once. It's home, in every way possible. He knows Kirishima is it for him now. Everything about Bakugou has been about going further, the extra mile, the next step, all so that he can be the best he can be.
Why should this be any different?
Bakugou scowls and pulls away from the kiss. He should have thought more seriously about this sooner, should have planned something out, but the sudden urge to share his thoughts with Kirishima is something he's unable to suppress. It's a difficult task, keeping a secret from your other half - especially when he's Kirishima Eijirou, the best and truest friend there ever was.
Kirishima brushes their lips together just barely, his content hum sending a tingle through Bakugou's skin and interrupting his thoughts in the most pleasant and welcome way imaginable. "Love you, baby."
He pulls back suddenly, and Bakugou chases after his lips before realizing what's gotten Kirishima's attention - it's fucking Deku, of fucking course, standing on the other side of the kitchen's granite island with a Corona in his hand.
"Sorry," he says with a sheepish smile, and Kirishima immediately replies with a chipper "Don't be!"
Bakugou is about to tell Kirishima to speak for himself and politely demand that Midoriya fuck off, but the green-haired bastard sees his mouth open and interrupts before he can get the chance.
"Iida's got the news on. Come see the rankings," he says, and his expression morphs into something more sly and knowing, but his eyes glimmer with pride. "I think you're gonna like it this year, Kacchan."
Kirishima gasps in his arms and whips his head around to face Bakugou, whose heart has just leaped into his throat as if he's taken a dive down a rollercoaster. "No fucking way," he mutters under his breath, excitement bubbling in his blood as Kirishima peppers kisses over his face in rapid succession and blabbers sweet nothings about how proud he is.
"Finally knocked you out of the number one spot, hah, you shitty nerd?" Bakugou manages to say after a moment, gently separating himself from Kirishima and dragging him toward the living space, where the music has been suddenly been turned down about ten million notches.
Midoriya's gaze flickers between Bakugou and Kirishima, and he smirks. "Somebody had to," he says, pointing at the TV.
Bakugou sees the image on the screen before Kirishima does. His stomach drops again, but then jumps right back up, his heart doing a goddamn gymnastics routine in his chest. He whirls around to grab Kirishima, yanking him close and not giving a single fuck that their friends are right there.
"Uh, Katsuki?" Kirishima blinks at him innocently, obviously confused by the intense stare he's receiving. Bakugou's thoughts from earlier are dancing around in his head. His heart feels too big for his chest, suddenly. He has to say something, and fast. He ducks in close to put his mouth against Kirishima's ear to make sure he's heard over the rest of the shitshow.
"Oh my god," Ashido yells. "Look, you guys, the number one hero is -"
"Marry me."
Kirishima's eyes widen at Bakugou's words, and his face falls slack with shock when he sees his own face on the TV.
Red Riot. Number one hero of the year.
Bakugou watches, chest swelling with pride, as Kirishima's eyes meet his again. He brings shaking hands up to cover his mouth in shock as the rest of their friends cheer and congratulate him.
Midoriya nudges Bakugou aside to wrap Kirishima in a hug. "Congrats! I'm so glad it's you," he says, then leans in to stage-whisper, "and not him." He turns around to face Bakugou, that insufferable smirk back again. Bakugou wants to strangle him, naturally, but he finds that urge to be overpowered by the all-consuming love he feels for his partner at the moment.
Kirishima is still staring at Bakugou, frozen, long after Midoriya has pulled away. "Yes," he cries, the sound muffled by his hands.
Bakugou can't help it, then - he smiles, wide and carefree. "Marry me," he says again, louder, and revels in the satisfaction of getting everyone present to shut the hell up.
"Take my last name," he ventures, raising his voice again just because he can, and he's feeling giddy. "Run my agency. Raise my kids. Just, fuckin' - stay. Stay with me, Shitty Hair. Look at you. I don't even care that it's not me, fuck. I don't give a shit, 'cause I get to marry the number one."
"He didn't want to marry me," Midoriya mutters out of the side of his mouth in the silence, followed by a quick slap from Uraraka and an "Ow!"
"Yes," Kirishima says again, choking on the word, hands dropping to his sides, face absolutely alight. The cheering and celebration erupts again, ten times louder than it had been for the rankings. In the next few seconds they're both being smothered in hugs and kisses, more drinks are being poured, and Jirou has the music back on and as loud as it can go.
Everyone is dancing and eating and drinking and generally having a good time. Bakugou and Kirishima are back in the position they had been in the kitchen, a warm embrace.
"I love you so much, Katsuki," Kirishima sighs into his ear. "I want all of this with you. I do."
"You're supposed to say that at the wedding, idiot."
"Speaking of the wedding..." Kirishima pauses. "Don't we have to go overseas? Like, for it to be legal?"
"Yeah," Bakugou replies, thinking for a moment. It doesn't seem like a problem to him. "I'll take you wherever we need to go. And we can fly people out if they can't afford it."
"I can't afford it," Kaminari shouts, hand raised high as Bakugou and Kirishima look over at him. "Please fly me out."
Sero shoves him roughly, and Bakugou enjoys the resulting drunken fumble. "You were on TV an hour ago on the list of wealthiest people in the country, Chargebolt."
"It's all the ads and modeling gigs," Kaminari admits ruefully. "It's not easy being this beautiful. If only the hero rankings were based on outward appearance."
"If only," Todoroki agrees solemnly from his spot on the leather sofa, tipping his cup towards them. "My dad would've never even made top fifty."
Kirishima laughs. "Be my best man, Denki," he says, arms tightening around Bakugou's shoulders.
"Bro!"
Sero rolls his eyes. "You guys planning this shit already? Katsuki hasn't even put a ring on it yet, dude."
Fuck. Bakugou blanches at the realization, but Kirishima only laughs harder and assures him he doesn't need an engagement ring.
"Doesn't mean you aren't fucking getting one," Bakugou barks back. He knows Kirishima is going to be a spoiled ass. Honestly, he already is. But Bakugou doesn't mind one bit. He can't say no to Kirishima, after all.
And this time, he's glad Kirishima couldn't say no to him.
"It's 11:59!" Iida hollers in announcement, voice somehow carrying over the music. Jirou drops the volume again, and everyone gathers around the TV as the countdown begins.
Bakugou's grip is tight around Kirishima's waist. "You aren't keeping that number one spot for long," he promises. "Just wait until next year."
The answering smile from Kirishima is dreamlike. "Imagine that," he says. "The day I get married, it's to the number one hero. You being the number one... that's my dream too, you know."
Something in Bakugou's gut twists at the thought, but it's a near pleasant feeling - he can imagine it, finally achieving his lifelong dream while tying the knot with his new one, all in the same year.
The final chant begins. "Ten, nine, eight..."
"You're my dream now," Bakugou blurts, despite it being sappy as fuck. He just wants Kirishima to know.
"Five, four, three..."
"I can't believe you aren't drunk right now," Kirishima remarks, shaking his head in disbelief, but his beaming smile threatens to split his face, and his eyes are sparkling with tears. "This is the best night of my life."
"One! Happy New Year!"
The kiss they share is probably their millionth, but Bakugou will never get tired of the feeling. Not for the rest of his life.