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Bakugou Birthday Smooches

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After drinking his fill of hot chocolate, Bakugou went to the veranda, hoping to catch some fresh air, and maybe get some stretching and warm up done while he's at it. However, it seems lady luck is not on his side, as what greeted him as soon as he set foot outside was an army of fluffy white rabbits, smothering him with their soft fur.

"Oh no!" Bakugou hears the familiar high-pitched squeaking of Koda's voice. "Bakugou-kun are you okay?" The animal-whisperer asks with worry.

With the rabbits surrounding Bakugou like a sacrifice in an altar, the blonde bombshell couldn't move. He tried to pick them off of him but as soon as he sets down one, two will be jumping on his chest. After many attempts that end in failure, he groans and lies down on the ground.

"This is my death," he sighs dramatically, "being suffocated by a bunch of rabbits. Who would've thought."

Koda nervously chuckled. "I could, uhm, tell them to get off?"

Bakugou glares at him. Koda yelps and steps back.

"Don't you dare. This is my life now."

Realizing that Bakugou actually likes being surrounded by rabbits, Koda took a huge sigh of relief. He was actually afraid that Bakugou would be angry attacked by an army of white floof, but he guesses no one could actually resist rabbits – they're adorable after all.

Bakugou kept lying there, rabbits on top of him while Koda fed some of them with lettuce. It was peaceful, until Bakugou let out a barely strained scream, holding one of the rabbits by the scruff of its neck.

"This little shit bit me!" Bakugou exclaims, once again glaring at Koda. He sits up before glaring at the rabbit on his hand. "They don't have rabies, right?"

Koda gasps, offended. All of his rabbits are vaccinated, thank you. Ah, but Bakugou doesn't know that. The animal-whisperer felt bad about being offended, so he shook his head while averting his eyes.

"No," He says softly. "They don't."

He could hear Bakugou scoff. Ah, this is the end of him, isn't it? Why did he not ask the rabbits to come to him much sooner? Then Bakugou wouldn't have been bitten. Now he's going to taste explosions before breakfast and then the rabbits would eat what's left on his cold carcass.

He mentally slaps himself. This is not the time for dark humor!

In his periphery, he could see the blonde boy move and the rabbits hopping away from them, leaving him alone and vulnerable.

Looks like he's the one being sacrificed.

He closes his eyes and prepares himself for an explosion, but none came. Instead, something fluffy was placed on top of his head. Opening his eyes, he saw how close Bakugou's face is and he internally shrieks.

"B-bakugou-kun?" He stammers. What is Bakugou planning now?

Bakugou raises his right finger on Koda's face. It was bleeding. Koda looks at it with curiosity before looking back on crimson eyes, face still mere inches apart from his.

Bakugou scoffs again. "Well, what are you planning to do with this?" He motions his finger towards Koda. The nervous boy doesn't know what to do. He's too concerned about how near Bakugou's face is, the weight of the fluffy thing on top of his head, and the images of explosions staring right back at him as he blinks rapidly, a taunting reminder of what could possibly happen to him if he doesn't do anything soon.

Blanking out of options, Koda did what he usually does when a kid gets bitten by his pets – kissing the boo-boo away.

He pulls away as soon as he felt his lips touch Bakugou's finger, burying his face in his hands.

Did he do it right? That was so embarrassing!

"That's not how you treat wounds, stupid.” Koda feels the weight on top of his head lightens. Immediately looking up from his hands, he saw Bakugou carefully placing the rabbit down before walking away.

Koda was left in a state of bewilderment, staring into the empty space after Bakugou had gone back inside.

His phone suddenly buzzed, waking him up from his thoughts.

As he reads his messages, he began to fidget, realizing how he almost forgot what he should do today.

‘Ah, but I did it unknowingly, that should still count, right? ’ He thinks.

After contemplating it for a few minutes, he made his decision, typing out a short word into the group chat.