Hand in Hand

"Why would it be weird?" Eijirou asks, looking quizzically at Bakugou, ruby eyes meeting crimson ones. And he doesn't know why it would be weird. He's comfortable around Bakugou, and he knows Bakugou is comfortable around him. They're always able to coexist, something that Bakugou doesn't do easily with everyone. It's almost endearing, how Bakugou finds happiness in Eijirou's presence, how he has no problem with Eijirou wrapping an arm around him or leaning into him during lunch. They fit together, a perfect pair. They complement each other with everything they do. "Because," Bakugou responds, scowling. He still seems calm, but the confusion, maybe even fluster, seems odd on the blonde. He's still looking at Eijirou intently, seemingly trying to communicate something with eye contact. And as close as they are, Eijirou doesn't get it. "I'm confused, man," Eijirou says, walking closer to Bakugou, as if saying 'Can you tell me?'. And Bakugou's scowl softens. His face is open for a few seconds, gazing at Eijirou, until he looks away. The blonde seems flustered. "'Cause we've been on a couple dates, dumbass."