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Hitoshi blearily blinks at the time, watching the minutes tick by. He tried to sleep but this night was an absolute no-go and he craves a hot, strong coffee right about now, knowing that a steady supply of the beverage will be the only thing keeping him going today.
But it's still kind of an unholy time to get up—Aizawa doesn't like seeing him out and about before 4am and Hitoshi is under no illusion that he's going to find out one way or the other, even if he shouldn't be down in the common room himself right now.
Aizawa is scary like that.
So instead of getting up and getting the drink he so desperately needs, Hitoshi twists and turns in bed for a while longer until 4am finally, finally creeps around and releases him from his prison.
He's up in an instant and out of his room without a sound but when he skips down the stairs towards the common room and therefore the kitchen that holds the most holy of all appliances he sees light.
It's enough to slow him down and make him double check the time, but it's after four so even if it should be Aizawa Hitoshi feels confident enough—or maybe just desperate enough—to not retreat back to his room.
Still, he keeps his steps extra light, trying to get a first impression of who he might run into at this unholy time of the night and a quick look around at least reveals that Aizawa is not slumped over the table or camped out on any of the couches.
There are noises coming from the kitchen area though but they are not accompanied by the sweet, sweet smell of coffee, so it's unlikely that it's Aizawa after all and that gives Hitoshi the last boost he needs to confidently step into the room fully.
Only to be met with a quick glare of crimson eyes before Bakugo disregards his presence completely and turns back around to whatever the hell he is doing in the kitchen at 4am in the goddamn morning.
"Morning," Hitoshi says, because let it be said that he knows his manners, but he's only met with an unintelligible grunt, which. Fair.
It is way too early for proper words.
And it would be fine, Hitoshi would be totally content with not having to speak to Bakugo again but he notes with despair that Bakugo is standing right in front of the coffee machine and that is absolutely, wholly unacceptable and therefore requires words.
"Could you move? I need some coffee," Hitoshi says pointing towards the only thing that could save this wretched day but Bakugo doesn't move.
In fact he doesn't react at all and Hitoshi looks towards the ceiling, begging for patience and understanding but once he circled through three deep breaths and Bakugo still hasn't moved, he's over it.
"Bakugo," he says, louder and more forceful this time and Bakugo's head slightly turns in his direction so the fucker did hear him.
He is just being a difficult little shit on purpose then.
"Move over. You're in the way of my coffee."
"Shit happens," Bakugo gives back, clearly entirely unaffected by Hitoshi's desperate need and not even praying for more patience is going to save this situation.
"Yeah, it definitely will if you don't move," he growls out and Bakugo sends him an insufferable little smirk over his shoulder.
"Make me," he taunts him and Hitoshi freezes up, for just a second, the thought of using his quirk on Bakugo to make him step over more tempting than anything has ever been in life but then Hitoshi remembers himself.
He doesn't need his quirk to get to where he needs to be, not anymore. He regularly hauls himself up into the air, and sometimes does the same to Aizawa when he practices capture manoeuvres. He has this covered.
So he steps up behind Bakugo, puts his hands into Bakugo's armpits and then simply lifts him up and moves him up on the counter, where he puts him down again. Hitoshi even moves the cutting board and the food he was clearly preparing so that Bakugo can go right on with that so that no one can say he never did anything for him, but Bakugo seems to have frozen completely.
Still, Hitoshi doesn't pay it much attention, the sweet siren-song of the now accessible coffee machine too tempting to spare him even one more thought, but Hitoshi does turn towards him when Bakugo lets out a disbelieving "What the fuck, troll doll?"
"Mh?" Hitoshi asks, forcing himself to look away from the slowly percolating ambrosia and he doesn't understand why Bakugo looks so clearly shocked. "What?"
"The fuck do you mean 'what'? I'm like ninety-eight percent muscle mass! How the hell did you just do that?" Bakugo demands to know and it takes Hitoshi a second to remember that he just physically moved Bakugo away, his thoughts too preoccupied with the impending energy-boost he's about to get.
"Yeah, so what? The rest is two percent inflated ego, which helps with buoyancy, I guess," he gives back with a shrug and turns Bakugo's sputtering out when he can no longer hear the gurgling of the machine.
The only thing keeping him alive and sane is ready and Hitoshi will be damned if he wastes even one more second on Bakugo instead of inhaling the best smell in the entire world.
He still can hear Bakugo grumbling under his breath, clearly not over what just happened but Hitoshi busies himself with his coffee, clutching the cup tightly in his hands, leeching the warmth and the smell and taking tiny sips to make it last longer.
Hitoshi can practically feel his brain coming online and he just knows that he'll need a steady supply of it today.
He is still in the middle of planning out how to get his regular coffee fix at set intervals when Bakugo snaps out an unfriendly "Hey!"
It takes Hitoshi a moment to understand that he's being spoken to, so maybe the caffeine hasn't hit quite yet and then it takes him a few extra seconds to lift his gaze to meet Bakugo's. He makes an unintelligent noise to notify Bakugo that he's listening but instead of saying anything to him, Bakugo slams a plate down in front of him.
"Coffee alone is going to kill you. Eat, you idiot," Bakugo snaps out and then promptly hurries out of the kitchen.
Hitoshi blinks a few times, trying to get his brain to work and when it finally comes online again he realises that it's starting to get light out and that Bakugo has apparently finished preparing his food, ate and cleared it all up again without Hitoshi even noticing.
The coffee really must not hit like it's supposed to, if he loses time like that but then again—maybe he was drifting off.
And surely that has to count towards actually sleeping, right?
~*~*~
Hitoshi is fiddling with the coffee machine—quite unsuccessfully, he might add because someone broke it and bought a shiny new one that has like a gazillion buttons and no instructions that Hitoshi can see.
But a measly few dozen buttons are not going to stand between him and his coffee but Hitoshi is running out of things to press and so far nothing has started to move that makes him believe he'll end up with a delicious cup in the end.
"You stupid fucking piece of shitty machine," Hitoshi grumbles under his breath and he absolutely does not jump half a foot in the air when the machine lets out an angry beep.
"Oh, bite me," Hitoshi mutters, halfway to giving up on this bullshit and just going to the cafeteria to camp out there until Lunch Rush prepares for the breakfast crowd.
Surely three to four hours without coffee are not going to kill him, right?
On second thought, maybe he needs to get this fucking thing working while also looking up symptoms of coffee withdrawal.
His life, honestly.
"I'm not a stupid fucking piece of shitty machine, but sure," Bakugo's voice suddenly says from behind him and before Hitoshi can even so much as react to his words, he feels Bakugo's teeth clamp around his shoulder, hard enough that it stings.
"Ouch, what the fuck is wrong with you," Hitoshi hisses out, taking a few steps away from Bakugo to better glare at him and not at all because he's scared of those teeth near him but Bakugo looks absolutely unfazed by what just happened.
"Being without coffee really makes you stupid," he almost mildly says, as if nothing out of the ordinary just happened and he points towards a laminated piece of paper plastered to the upper cupboard. "The instructions are quite literally right there."
"The fuck," Hitoshi mutters, cautiously stepping forward, for once because, hello, Bakugo is still within biting distance and two, he's pretty sure that the instructions weren't there before.
They can't have been.
Hitoshi has been trying to get this stupid machine to work for almost an hour and to think that the instructions were there, literally just one raised glance away, is absolutely mortifying.
"How is this possible?"
"Well, if you kept any tabs of your surroundings, troll doll, you might have noticed," Bakugo tells him with a smirk and then moves in, clearly about to bite Hitoshi again, who skips a few steps back, raising his arms in a defensive gesture.
"Stay the fuck away from me," he rushes out but Bakugo only grins.
"See? Be aware of your surroundings and nothing will happen to you."
Hitoshi lacks the proper caffeine level to answer to that and by the time he even feels confident opening his mouth, Bakugo is already long gone and a freshly brewed cup of coffee is waiting for him.
In his favourite cup to boot.
Fuck morning people.
~*~*~
By now Hitoshi dreads the sight of blond hair in the kitchen during the very early hours so much more than any sighting of Aizawa as a whole and so of course the universe would latch on to that.
Which is precisely why he once again steps into the kitchen only to find Bakugo at the counter.
Thankfully he at least keeps clear of the immediate vicinity of the coffee machine now, so it seems he has learned something to.
Normally, Hitoshi wouldn't mind Bakugo's presence so much—he's actually a really fun dude to be around, he's one of Hitoshi's better friends by now and he's hot—but.
But.
Bakugo is a morning person.
And Hitoshi is very decidedly a no-time-of-day kind of person.
Still, he's pretty good with Bakugo when the sun is up and the time is in the double digits; it helps that Bakugo is smart as a whip and snarky to boot but that combination in the morning? Before Hitoshi's first cup of coffee?
It means absolute hell for him.
"Zombie," Bakugo greets him when Hitoshi dares to shuffle towards the coffee machine and Hitoshi grunts in response.
It earns him a glare and a muttered curse and then Bakugo launches into one of his 'You need to live a healthier life and staying up all night and then drinking coffee all day is not gonna help you achieve that'-speeches and honestly, Hitoshi is over it.
It's not as if he chooses to have a quirk that comes with insomnia as a side effect and it's not his fault that coffee is simply the best tasting thing in existence.
It's not his fault at all and he resents the notion that Bakugo thinks that any of this is his own free will but Hitoshi can't formulate the words because Bakugo keeps yapping.
"Shut up," Hitoshi finally rudely interrupts him, more helpless whine than actual command but Bakugo's mouth still clacks shut.
If only for a blissful second.
"Make me," Bakugo then dares him and Hitoshi is just sleep deprived enough to move on autopilot.
And moving on autopilot apparently doesn't mean using his quirk on Bakugo to make him go silent but to step close, put a hand under Bakugo's chin, tilt his head up and then kiss the ever-living hell out of him.
In all honesty, Hitoshi is kind of surprised by himself—he really didn't know he had it in him, but his poker face is too good to give anything away when he moves away from Bakugo again.
Bakugo doesn't have half the poker face Hitoshi has, because his face is completely slack, his eyes are wide and then Hitoshi catches his tongue darting out to wipe the taste of Hitoshi of his lips and that's the moment Hitoshi turns around and busies himself with the coffee machine.
There is absolute silence in the kitchen.
It's not as blessed as Hitoshi hoped it would be.
~*~*~
Things with Bakugo have surprisingly not been awkward after the kiss. Sure, neither of them mentioned it again, but they are not avoiding each other, either and are, in fact, acting as if nothing had happened at all.
And maybe Hitoshi hates that.
Maybe he spent more time than he strictly should thinking about kissing Bakugo, manhandling Bakugo, being fucking bit by Bakugo and honestly, it's only made worse because of his insomnia.
There's just so much time in a day that he can spend thinking about all of these things and maybe, just maybe, they are driving him a little bit insane.
But he's a pro at being insane, so he just keeps turning these thoughts in his head like an especially shiny bauble and trots through his day with no one being the wiser, especially Bakugo.
He would be insufferable if he knew that Hitoshi can't stop thinking about him and Hitoshi is not about to give him that kind of satisfaction.
Maybe. Probably.
Bakugo certainly makes it kind of hard when he shows up in the kitchen, sleep-ruffled and bed-warm, with nothing more than shorts and a loose tank-top and Hitoshi almost chokes on his coffee.
What a sight, early in the morning.
Still, the sight is not enough to make him any less of an asshole, so he smirks into his coffee and looks Bakugo up and down.
"Didn't sleep well, princess?"
Bakugo stops mid-step, foot hovering awkwardly over the floor for a second before he finally puts it down and he squints at Hitoshi as if he's still half-asleep.
Hitoshi has like five different remarks on his tongue, which Bakugo seems to know, because he sneers and hisses a very empathetic "Fuck you" towards Hitoshi.
Who, apparently, just rolls with the punches now.
"Fuck me yourself, coward," he shoots back, blinking a few times when his audacity registers and he directs a betrayed look towards his coffee.
It was supposed to wake him up; it was supposed to make him smarter. Not make him sign his own death certificate.
But instead of exploding on the spot, Bakugo slow-blinks as if he's processing Hitoshi's words and then he drags a gaze of pure, molten heat up and down Hitoshi's body before he shrugs.
"Yeah, okay," he says, promptly turning back around on his heels and walking right back where he came from.
Hitoshi is so absolutely flabbergasted that he can do nothing but stare after Bakugo—at least until he snaps out a "You coming or what?" and then Hitoshi scrambles after him so fast that he spills half his coffee, which he can't be bothered to care about.
He certainly has better things to do right now.