At least he was alone now...he might as well practice those stupid vows....
He cupped his cheek with a bony hand-and although it was cold but not unpleasant, the gold band that Bakugou had placed on his finger felt burning hot in contrast. He leaned in, eyes lowering as he softly kissed him, lips brushing against his. He didn't taste like rot, not how you'd expect-he tasted like green, growing things, like pine trees and wild roses. His lips were-surprisingly soft....