Kirishima pauses to catch his breath, holding position and letting himself bask in it for just a little bit.
Then, with a soft groan, he lowers Bakugou's legs and very carefully pulls out. His arms suddenly ache from holding them up and he can only imagine how uncomfortable Bakugou's position was. Instead, he lets himself settle, resting on top of his friend, between his legs. He folds one arm on Bakugou's chest, head pillowed on it, giving his friend a dopey grin. He raises the other hand to brush some sweat-damp hair out of Bakugou's face.]
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Kirishima pauses to catch his breath, holding position and letting himself bask in it for just a little bit.
Then, with a soft groan, he lowers Bakugou's legs and very carefully pulls out. His arms suddenly ache from holding them up and he can only imagine how uncomfortable Bakugou's position was. Instead, he lets himself settle, resting on top of his friend, between his legs. He folds one arm on Bakugou's chest, head pillowed on it, giving his friend a dopey grin. He raises the other hand to brush some sweat-damp hair out of Bakugou's face.]