#kirishima being a good honest lad dude bro friend to bakugou is my whole life sorry

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i said that i was gonna post bits of my bakukami fics, didn’t i! i’m gonna make good on that and post sumn i’ve been workin on for the past couple weeks (such slow progress..... i get stuck on Every Single Damn Scene). it’s a sequel/continuation of this fic right here, but i guess you could read what i got as a standalone too :^)

the working title is “can i get a kiss (and can you make it last forever),” and that’s pretty damn cute if i do say so myself

oh, and also-- this is taken from the last part that i wrote of this, so basically a random spot in the middle LOL yall will have to wait until im Done With This Damn Fic to read all the stuff in between

the school building cast a massive shadow upon the ground as they came up on it, the air cooler than it was in the sunlight. bakugou’s friends were hollering amongst themselves, play-wrestling as they walked up the concrete steps to the doors. ashido had sero in a chokehold. kirishima and kaminari were laughing so hard that they almost fell down the stairs backwards. bakugou couldn’t help but smile. just a little. it was more of a smirk.

kirishima threw open the right door with a flourish, holding it open for the four of them as they tumbled into the school. the redhead clapped a hand on bakugou’s shoulder as he walked past, earning himself a dirty frown.

“fuck is it?” bakugou muttered, shrugging kirishima’s hand off of him. kirishima followed bakugou into the hallway, the door banging shut behind them. ashido, kaminari, and sero were goofing off a little ways ahead of them, enthusiastically talking about something or other. if they were any louder, class prez was gonna come out of nowhere and berate them with those weirdass hand gestures of his.

the look kirishima gave him was almost pitying. “bakugou...” he started. bakugou held up a dismissive hand, not wanting to hear what the guy was going to say next.

“don’t even start with me.” kirishima sighed. the sun cast radiant lines of sunlight through the windows, spilling onto the floor and the wall to the left of them. the light illuminated the side of kirishima’s face, his eyes glinting like rubies. his friend bumped his shoulder against his.

“bakugou,” he said again, bakugou rolling his eyes up to the high ceiling. “you should talk to him.”

“no.”

“he wants to talk to you. he told me.” bakugou’s gaze snapped back to kirishima’s face in a fraction of an instant. he squinted at him with scrutiny, trying to decide if he wanted to believe this bit of information. kirishima stared right back at him, his face an open book of plain and honest innocence. bakugou suspected that he wasn’t lying.

“he did not,” bakugou said anyway, his mouth turning down in a familiar frown. kirishima rolled his eyes.

“yes, he did,” he established, sounding a little exasperated. “told me a couple days ago.” a couple days ago! how long had kirishima been holding out on him?

bakugou swept his gaze back to their friends in front of them. they were rounding the corner of the hallway, getting close to the classroom. “well, i don’t want to talk to him.”

“i know you do.” god, bakugou fucking hated kirishima and his damn perceptiveness. he had to work on becoming harder to read. “you can’t keep lying to yourself like this, bakubro.”

“don’t fuckin’ call me that,” he grunted, shoving his hands deep in his pants pockets. “i’m not lying to myself. i don’t want to talk to him.”

kirishima sighed dramatically, sharp teeth shining in the light when he opened his mouth. “you guys practically make out with each other with your eyes. it’s, frankly, disgusting. i don’t know how ashido and sero haven’t noticed yet. you can’t tell me that you don’t want to talk to him. every time you look at him, you make this face. like... you’ve never seen anything more beautiful in the world.”

“shut the fuck up!” bakugou snapped loudly– louder than he meant to. he glared viciously at the ground in an attempt to keep kirishima from noticing the sudden flush of his cheeks. “stop saying shit you know isn’t true, shitty hair.”

kirishima barked out a laugh at that. “stop saying shit you know isn’t true, bakugou,” he parroted, socking bakugou in the arm lightly. “at least help kaminari with his piercings later. he’d appreciate the time with you. and i know you will too.” bakugou said nothing in response and, thankfully, kirishima didn’t continue, letting bakugou wallow in what he’d said as they went down the hall and into the classroom’s open door.