#if you fuck miss suzuka hard enough you get to make out with her

[megwritesfanfiction]

KWP - Supernova (BNHA, Kacchako)

Disclaimer: I do not own Boku No Hero Academia. I am not making a profit off of this.

A/N: Okay, Kirishima is becoming too fun to write...

This prompt continues: First Days Fragile Roses Rematch

AO3

“Dude…”

Bakugo sighed, jaw clenched as his hands tightened around his coffee mug. “I really didn’t take a three hour train ride to listen to you bust my balls,” he grumbled.

“Just…” Kirishima shook his head, folding his arms in front of his chest as he looked at his friend in disappointment. “How can I not bust your balls?”

The blonde scowled sinking further into his seat. He set his eyes to the window next to him, watching strangers disappear down the sidewalk. Bakugo couldn’t even argue with him.

“You didn’t kiss her!” Kirishima exclaimed, slamming his fists against the table. “I’m pretty sure the purpose of your three hour train ride is for me to bust your balls.” It had been about a week since the school year had ended, and Kirishima had been more than surprised when his hot headed friend decided to pay him a visit.

Technically, Bakugo’s train wide was two hours and thirty minutes. “Can you drop it?!”

“No,” Kirishima stated with an unsure shrug. “Isn’t that the reason you’re here for me to talk some sense into you?” Oh how the tables had turned.

Bakugo’s teeth ground together as a ragged hiss escaped him, “How the hell was I supposed to know she wanted me to kiss her?” What else was he supposed say? He couldn’t say he was here to hangout. For a moment, he considered telling the red head he was sick of dealing with his parents, but even that excuse felt weak at this point.

Honestly, Bakugo hadn’t planned on telling Kirishima about the missed kiss. He wasn’t sure how they’d started talking about it. Kirishima had mentioned something about school. The subject of school lead to their class. Talking about class lead to the subject of Uraraka.

Before Bakugo knew it, he was telling him about what happened during their sparring match.

How their match ended with him pinning her to the ground.

Not kissing her.

“From what you told me,” Kirishima cast him a small sorry-not-sorry frown. “You should have known.”

Bakugo growled.

“Dude, she got you chocolate for Valentine’s Da-“

“She got some for Deku, too,” Bakugo spat venomously.

“You also got her flowers that she happily took and then invited you to dinner after.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes huffing, “It was the cafeteria.”

“You all have been hanging out more since White’s Day!”

They really hadn’t hung out at all prior to White’s Day. “Tch.”

“Look, man up,” the redhead insisted, narrowing his eyes at his friend.

Bakugo tightened his arms in front of his chest, eyes narrowing murderously.

“You can look at me all pissy with your stank face if you want to, but I’m right,” Kirishima insisted, giving a hard glare of his own. “I get that it’s hard for you to embrace your feelings. And, you’re one of those ‘I’mma bite you before you can bite me’ hot tempered people. I get it, dude.”

“Are you finished, Freud?” Bakugo was suddenly regretting mentioning what had happened in the gym

“You’re an asshole.”

He wasn’t wrong, but… “Fuck you, shitty hair!”

“But, you’re not a bad person,” Kirishima told him. “Underneath that bundle of rage, repressed emotions, fowl language-“

“I get it! I have issues!”

“You’re a good guy,” the redhead told him seriously. “And if you keep hesitating and playing games, you won’t have chance with her.”

Bakugo sighed, exhaling some of the rage bubbling inside him, “So, what the hell do I need to do?”

That was probably as close to “Okay, you’re right” Kirishima would ever hear from him. “Ask her out.”

“Where?”

“Lunch, dinner…” Kirishima shrugged. “What does she like besides food?”

“She likes…” Bakugo’s lips twisted as he stared blankly in front of him. Why the hell was this hard? “Pink, mochi, stars…”

“So take her to dinner and go look at stars.”

“Really?”

“You asked for my advice.”

“I’m suddenly regretting it,” Bakugo huffed, running a tired hand over his face.

“I’m telling you,” Kirishima insisted. Placing his hands to his hips, he allowed a wide grin to overtake his face. “Take her to dinner, get some mochi, and go find a spot to look at stars. Find some constellations, planets, the moon, some supernovas, an-“

“How the hell are we supposed to find a supernova?!”

“Figure it out. You’re missing the point-“

Bakugo was pretty sure Kirishima must have missed the whole astronomy unit they’d taken this past year.

“The point is you need to ask her out! Dinner, mochi, and a supernova.” The redhead nodded proudly. “Keep it simple.”

“If we are able to see a supernova, that would probably kill the mood and us, you moron,” Bakugo informed as he pulled out his phone. “Not so romantic.”

“Whatever.” Kirishima snickered, “Then make sure she sees exploding stars behind her eyes when you kiss her this time.”

“I fucking hate you.”

“No you don’t. You totally love me. You can say it.”

Bakugo snarled, pulling up Uraraka’s phone number, “No.”

“Well, I’m manly enough to admit it.”

“I hate you so goddamn much.”

“I love you too, bro,” Kirishima grinned, leaning over to tap his friend’s hand and ignoring the warning growl. “So, what are you going to say?”

Why was the hell was he friends with this idiot?

“Dude, don’t tell me you’re texting her?”

“I swear to god,” Bakugo mumbled, slamming his phone on the table. “What the hell am I supposed to do?”

Kirishima rolled his eyes, “Call her.”

“What?! Why!?”

“You don’t send a text message to ask a girl out. Trust me.”

No. No way. Not ever. No.

Kirishima snatched his phone, quickly pushing the button to call Uraraka and setting it on speaker. “This is your moment!” He slid the phone across the table with a grin. “I believe in you!”

“What the hell!?” Bakugo panicked hearing the ringing. “What did you do!?” He hissed.

“Hello?”

Kirishima pointed at the phone. “Answer it!” He mouthed pointing at the phone.

“Hello?”

Fuck. Goddamn it. Shit. Bakugo quickly picked up the phone, glaring daggers at his friend across from him, “Hello.”

“Bakugo?”

Why the hell did she sound so surprised? “Yeah. What’s up?”

Kirishima shook his head, brows wrinkling in confusion. “Really?” He mouthed. “Not manly! Did you think to try ‘How are you’ or-“

“I’m well. Just enjoying our time off. How are you doing?”

Bakugo pointed a warning finger at him. “I’m alright,” he spoke in the phone. “I was wondering…”

“Yeah…?”

“Yeah…?” Kirishima whispered giving a bright smile and two thumbs up.

“Did you want to hangout sometime this week?”

“Of course.” Her voice was soft and excited. “What did you wanna do?”

“I mean, you didn’t officially ask her out, but,” Kirishima mouthed. “Good job, man. Proud of you!” His hands clapped together quietly as he continued listening.

That idiot was a dead man.

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“I’m happy you called me,” Uraraka smiled, turning her head to face him as she stretched out against the grass. Her hands rested against her stomach, heels clicking together before she looked back up to the stars. “I’m kinda surprised you did.”

Bakugo frowned, turning to face her, “Why?”

“You don’t strike me as a person who calls people,” she shrugged innocently as her eyes traced random dashes between stars. “I figured you were more of a text message person.”

He was.

“But, I’m glad you called,” she repeated, grin widening as she turned to him once more. “You didn’t have to come all the way here.”

“Tch, I don’t mind.” If he could deal with train ride to see hair for brains, Bakugo could withstand the three hour ride to Suzuka.

“I could’ve met you halfway, you know.”

“I already told you I don’t mind.” There was an irrational nagging part of his brain that didn’t like the idea of her taking the train alone at night despite the fact that Bakugo knew Uraraka could hold her own.

He’d seen that girl lift twice her body weight and had experienced her fury.

He knew she could take care of herself, but couldn’t shake worrying about her.

“I had to take the train to get here anyway,” she smirked.

“Well, next time I’ll come to your town.”

The thought of next time made her heart skip a beat. “There’s not as much to do there,” she shrugged a little.

“Because we did so much today,” he scoffed with a little smirk.

“We did!” Uraraka cheered. “We had ramen, went walking, got mochi and now,” she drawled, poking his shoulder. “We are stargazing.”

It was honestly the best afternoon he had in awhile. “I’m sure we could do those things outside of Tsu.” His fingers dug into the grass as he sighed.

“I’m sure we could do those things in Tokyo, too,” she whispered, curling her fingers into his hoodie and giving it a little tug as she looked at him grinning.

“We can.” They would.

Uraraka rolled to her side, resting her forearm underneath her face as her other arm stretched out between them, “I wish there were more stars though.”

“You mean you wish there were less lights,” he smirked, turning to face her.

“Whatever gets me more stars.” She grinned as her knuckles brushed against his palm. Uraraka scooted closer to him as she tilted her face to meet his gaze.

“We’ll have to go the mountains then,” Bakugo told her softly. “A lot less light pollution.”

Uraraka sat up, leaning over him. She tentatively brought a hand to his face as she glanced down into red eyes. “You’ll take me sometime?” She whispered moving closer to him.

He nodded, swallowing loudly at the weight of her eyes.

“We’ll have a picnic?”

“Of course,” he breathed quietly, staring at her mouth. Bakugo never found himself hesitating until he found himself caught in her eyes. The sound of his heartbeat thudded in his ears as one of her hands tentatively crawled up his chest.

What the hell was he so afraid of?

Her lips curled into a slow smirk. Soft brown eyes falling at half mast.

He panted softly against her lips, paralyzed.

“Yeah,” she leaned down, brushing her nose against his.

Bakugo leaned up closing the distance between their lips.

Crawling to her knees, she cradled his face in her hands as they slowly moved away from each other. “You kissed me,” she murmured against his lips with a small smile.

“I did.” He sat up a little, touching one her hands resting against this cheek.

“About time,” Uraraka grinned as a soft laugh escaped her lips.

His eyes narrowed playfully, pressing their foreheads together, “Don’t start with me, cupcake.”

“What?” She whispered innocently, eyes shining.

“You know exactly what.” Bakugo placed another kiss to her lips. Pressing a little longer this time as he savored the feeling of his nerves dissolving.

She giggle into the kiss, tracing her fingertips to his hair. “I think,” she murmured. “I think we definitely need more stars.”

“I’ll do you one better,” Bakugo promised capturing her lips once more.

He’d show her a supernova.