[It's one of the things he likes about Manjoume; the guy gives him the same back. Fingers tighten in his shirt and Bakugou feels the material drag against his shoulders and back when the other boy pulls him forward by his clothes. Bastard's gonna stretch his collar out...
Abandoning that material, he Bakugou trades for Manjoume's hair, fingers carding through the mass of soft black spikes. As ridiculous as his hair's style is, it's undeniably attractive at the same time. Bakugou likes the angles and the way it hangs, to say nothing of how well Manjoume takes care of it.
He breaks the kiss, resting his forearm on the wall above his boyfriend's head.]
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Abandoning that material, he Bakugou trades for Manjoume's hair, fingers carding through the mass of soft black spikes. As ridiculous as his hair's style is, it's undeniably attractive at the same time. Bakugou likes the angles and the way it hangs, to say nothing of how well Manjoume takes care of it.
He breaks the kiss, resting his forearm on the wall above his boyfriend's head.]
I warned you...