#lifeguard kirishima

[sketchfanda]

Kirishima's Mystique:Babewatch

Somedays Denki wondered and worried if Mineta's libido was going to be the death of him. Now don't Ol' Jamming Whey wrong (and remember only Kyouka can call him that), he had a more than healthy appreciation for the opposite sex himself but the little grape-head was far too willing to endure great lengths of pain and humiliation to get his jollies. Small wonder the girls in their class didn't dare to risk wanting a look inside the runt's dorm room and right about now the human tazer was wondering if plucking off some of those sticky balls of his was giving him brain damage. Given what sort of plan he was looking to spring into action which he claimed was 100% guaranteed to get him some major action or if you were being a realist like kaminari?

It was an idea that reeked of sheer dumbass stupidity that would likely see Mineta at the very least get the crap beaten out of him or at the most and worst? Beaten to death, arrested and humiliated and not necessarily in that order, mind you. Now you might be asking what's got Denki so worries and Mineta more perversely impulsive than usual? Well naturally a little provision of context is in order here, folks....

The fine guys and gals of UA's class A and B were having a nice relaxing get together at the local community swimming pool one fine summer day. Said pool was being overseen by an absolute stunner of a lifeguard named Kanani who had come all the way from Hawaii on a work exchange program for a change of scenery. Now believe you me this woman was a work of sensual art, a curvy, thick and toned rich natural born islander tanned body contained within a skin-tight hugging red one piece swimsuit distinct of all in her profession. Definitely good genetics along with years of swimming and surfing topped off with a model quality face and luscious sun-kissed flowing mane of blonde hair.

She was definitely turning heads be it man or woman and who could blame them really? Now Denki among other guys was certainly fine just watching albeit with more control and a bit of politeness but Mineta? Good grief the grape head had been a bit much to deal with sharing way too many detailed, vivid scenarios about what he'd love to do to even get close to that island goddess. Which of course leads back to what was making ol' Chargebolt worry so much.

Denki:"I'm telling you man, it's just not going to work out the way you want it to…” *The electric ikemen reasoned with the grape runt. But of course he knew it was falling on deaf ears. Once Mineta listened to his libido, all bets were off. Hard to believe this guy was among the highest rated students in class on the written tests.*

Mineta:”Ooh ye of little faith, you’ll be changing your tune once I make my moves on that Hawaiian hottie.”*The human grapebowl arrogantly declared with confidence as shameless as his lust. In his mind this plan was fool proof, he saw it in this old 90s American movie. He’d fake drowning and Kanani as per her duty would dive in to save him then proceed to deliver cpr. And that was when he’d spring his trap…*

Denki however knew Murphy’s law would see to it that Mineta’s so called fool proof plan would be anything but. As he sat beside Sero who watched on curiously with him, wondering why the walking taser seemed so deadpan as they saw Mineta strut along the pool edge. Amidst the swarm of activity throughout as classes A and B enjoyed those rare welcome moments of actual student normality, Mineta shot a glance at Kanani sitting high and comfy in her lifeguard chair as she made some small talk with Mina and Maya before he smirked as he waited for his moment. Well he would’ve had it not been for what happened next.

If there was one thing to be said about the sequence of events that occured, it was like if klutziness played out as elaborate and over the top as a Rube Goldberg machine. As Mineta found himself stepping and slipping on a stray puddle, causing him to glide along the pool floor like an air hockey puck. Proceeding to crash right into the six packed abdominals of Kirishima, as the runt’s sticky balls caused him to bounce off and fly away all over the place like a pinball. Finding himself landing right in the hot tub with a splash, said tub occupied of course by Class A's own walking short fused, Bakugo who was none too pleased to find his personal relaxation time violated.

While Mineta was suffering his, quite frankly not undeserved, punishment, poor Kirishima had wound up being knocked by the grape-head into the pool. Which wouldn't be so bad had the stumbling not caused him to fall in such a way that his head had hit the edge on the way down. Rendering him knocked out as he fell in with a splash much to the shock and panic of many especially his girlfriends. Fortunately Kanani was quick to react as anyone in her profession would, exiting her perch to dive in and save him.

Now Kirishima wasn't sure if it might've been just the possible concussion of the loss of oxygen from water filling his lungs as she sank into the deep end. But as he looked up at the sky above the water, the sunlight shining down, his brain couldn't help but think as he caught sight of Kanani. Making him remark how she looked rather angelic, almost equal parts like a mermaid and an angel coming to his rescue. Certainly wasn't a bad last sight to see before his vision faded as unconsciousness claimed him, blacking out.

For a moment Kirishima had nearly wondered if this might be the end for him but he found he wasn't having his life flash before his eyes. No, rather it was his sex life as like a veritable montage, memories played of his sting of romps and fun times with Mina and Maya. Not to mention that of his many frequent erotic encounters and illicit, explicit liaisons, practically feeling their bodies against his, the tastes of their tongues and their lips on his. It all felt so very real before he cracked his eyes open, vision proceeding to un-blur and show that no, it was not a coincidence why the sensations felt so vivid.

The reason being Kanani was laying atop him, their surroundings indicating they were in the Pool’s medical room. Straddling his waist, the camel toe of her swimsuit grounding against the crotch of his swimsuit. The bulge bumping against her motions as she was pressing her lips to his, tongue exploring his mouth as it traced and memorised his sharp, pointy teeth. Not an unpleasant surprise to wake up to but certainly not expected to say the very least as she noticed he was awake, breaking their liplock with a trailing strand of saliva between them.

Kanani:*a sensual grin and blush on her sexy face as she sat up, not moving from where she sat straddling him.*"Aloha handsome, was wondering when you'd wake up. No worries, your head is fine, got a little carried away with the cpr, but I'd say your girlfriends didn't mind..."*That got the redhead’s attention as he looked to the side to see Mina and Maya sitting on a nearby bench. Sensual grins in their faces as they waved playfully, no doubt eager to watch the pending show. Before he looked back at the Hawaiian blonde bombshell who leaned close to his face, lips inches from kissing him once more.* “That being said, I think you and I both k know where this is going and I ain’t picky. Its been way too long since I got any action so tell me…you a riot in the sheets as much as on the streets?”

Kirishima’s expression became determined, his gaze passionate as he responded the way he knew best when in the presence of such a sensual woman like this. Making her gasp as he grabbed her glorious tanned booty with firm squeezes, pressing his lips to hers much to Kanani’s delight as they began to make out more properly. Tongues dancing together as the lifeguard rubbed her cameltoe against his pitched tent, her nectar flowing through the material of her swimsuit. Maya and Mina’s arousal skyrocketing as they fingered one another, making out as they watched their man once again prove his stud status.

Now for those of you wondering about the others in the meantime, they were resuming their R&R in the meantime especially after Mineta had to get hauled away on a stretcher after what Bakugo had done to him. Leaving the lifeguard plenty of privacy to enjoy the sturdy himbo as she performed in a 69 position, stroking his cock as she sucked and blew on it while he had pried the crotch portion of her swimsuit. His tongue probing away as he licked and ate out her pussy, tasting the flow of her juices while she levelled up and whipped her tits out. Sandwiching his juicy sex meat between her meaty boob buns, stroking and massaging thst length and girth with pillowy warmth.

Now if Kanani thiught this foreplay was getting her nice and wet, the moment Kirishima started to fuck her? She found him putting any and every prior man in her sex life to shame and she was loving it!! Screaming with wanton sexual desire and abandon as he fucked in a mating press. Her tanned booty jiggling with every impact of those heavy balls and that jackhammering cock dancing together in a sloppy open air game of spitswapping tonsil hockey.

Of course just the very moment he penetrated her had made he cum, orgasms rocking her so intensely that she couldn’t keep count. But any and every moment he came was a different story, the thrill and rush of his cum pouring inside her or spraying in her exotic skin the sweetest ecstasy. Of all the hunks at this pool today, talk about luck of the draw getting acquainted with an absolute unit as she continued to ride the Red Riot wave of passion. Relishing each and every shift in position and intimacy.

Kanani:”ooh fuck, oh god, You’ve cum 3 times and you haven’t pulled out once yet? You even human?”*the blonde islander babe praised as Kirishima was currently fucking her doggy style. Fully naked as her red one piece was discarded, laying in the floor as he pumped away into her snatch. Her tanned body glistening with luscious sheen of sweat, gasping with delight a the himbo stud used her arms as handle bars or firmly grabbed and pulled her glorious mane of blonde hair. Her boobs bouncing with erotic freedom as the medical bed shook and creaked.*

Mina and Maya were naked themselves of course and scissoring one another at watching their himbo teddy bear get another hottie get sexually addicted to his fuck meat. The blonde hottie screaming and howling as she was bent and twisted in a mating press and a piledriver. Before she found Kirishima really showing off those powerful muscles of his as he pumped her on his cock in a full nelson nold. Postion after postion, orgasm after orgasm and it only got spicier and wilder whe the cotton candy/bubblegum duo added the elves into the fray.

Mineta meanwhile laid in the exam room of the nearby local hospital, awaiting for someone like recovery girl to come along and heal him up. Currently heavily bandaged and mumbling at how badly his plan went wrong. Before he coils reflect any further and plan his next idea of making a move on Kanani, his cellphone buzzed as he fished it out and checked. A notification from Mina which he opened and screamed bloody murder.

Tears of blood flowing as he found his phone spammed with videos and pictures of Kirishima fucking Kanani as well as the alien queen and The shapeshifting hottie. Cursing God for making him so as once again Kirishima beat him out in terms of sex and luck with women. While Kanani was still noting her fun and making plans to get better acquainted with the chivalrous stud. Especially if he ever decided to come on down to Hawaii sometime….

[bbyseok]

this time, i’m thinking about lifeguard!bakugou. i’m pretty sure i’ve also seen a post or two about him, but lemme get my brainrot out cuz he’s driving me insane..

lifeguard bakugou doesn’t give onlookers a show they don’t deserve, but people will take what they can get with his classic black tank tops and those bright red swim trunks that hang loosely on his hips.

and really, he’s only wearing the red trunks to follow the uniform rules and look the part of being an actual lifeguard. he’s taken up the job over the summer for whatever reason.. and everyone eats it up in the end.

whether it’s at the beach or a pool, he’s on one of those tall, white lifeguard chairs designated for people like him on duty obviously. he’s got his legs spread out, his right knee swinging inward every down and then with his form reclined back as he surveys the water and the area.

there are some days he’s got a towel draped over his neck and shoulders for him to wipe his sweat away, or a pair of tinted sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose to hide his carmine eyes from the world.

it’s sight to see most definitely. and you can confirm—as you’re one of the many people who come to the water solely to look at him. okay, well- that’s partially true. you come with your friends often to actually enjoy a bit of swimming—so what if you know exactly when bakugou’s shift starts and ends?

anyways, it’s not like you’d actually initiate anything from your attraction. you’ve seen the way he’s already turned down multiple flirting attempts from the more bolder people willing to shoot their shot—it wasn’t pretty.

“i’m the fuckin’ lifeguard who’s supposed to watch your asses and you’re givin’ me a reason to drown you,” he had snapped at some particular person who thought that they had a chance. “scram.”

the lifeguard team only tolerates his blunt behavior because he’s actually pretty damn good at the job when he needs to be, and let’s be honest—he attracts a lot of people.

it’s another day of lounging by the water with your friends, relaxing on one of those typical white beach chaise chairs. you spend your time alternating between chatting and reading a spare book you had brought—paired with sneaking glimpses at bakugou, of course.

but something’s different about today. ‘cause you swear he keeps looking at you too.

you don’t wanna get your hopes up too high; perhaps your daydreaming’s getting a little too out of hand or something, but it’s a little too difficult to ignore his burning stare.

perhaps there’s something on your face? is something wrong with your swimsuit? it’s nothing too raunchy or revealing—it’s something you normally wear for these kinds of outings. or maybe he had heard you say something?

before you know it, his shift is ending soon. it’s actually so bad how you’ve got it memorized. he gets replaced with this redhead that’s definitely way more friendlier than him—kirishima, you think is his name, and you and your friends usually linger around the beginning of his shift before leaving.

“psst,” one of your friends nudges your shoulder, sitting up from the chair. “bakugou’s totally looking at you. like—he’s staring in your direction.”

you blink and sit up as well. okay so, you’re not imagining things. “what-? really?” you don’t dare cast your gaze to the lifeguard, refusing to make eye contact. “but- but why would he?”

“i dunno. maybe he-”

you finally glance over and catch sight of the the blonde heading down from his towering seat, and he tucks his rescue tube under his arm. your eyes follow him and his movements as he walks and—oh shit. he’s walking towards you.

your eyes can’t help but widen as he finally reaches your chair and tilts his head down at you, blazing eyes scrutinizing and narrowed. you’re pretty sure you almost drop your jaw on the floor. he’s even more stunning up close.

“oi,” he says gruffly, glaring down at you in some sort of expectance. “quit your gawking at me. you do that way too fuckin’ much.”

oh god, did he really come over to you just to say that? “oh- oh,” you stammer out, “i’m so sorry- i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable, i just-” you want to drown out of embarrassment, so it’s a good thing that the water’s right there so you’ll just-

“oh, shut your yappin’,” bakugou dismisses you quickly with a roll of his eyes, and you blink up at him, still a bit embarrassed that he had called you out. there’s a pause that lasts for two seconds before he says, “i’m not gonna be workin’ this shift anymore.”

and now you’re blinking up at him in utter confusion because what? why’s he telling you this? did you make him so uncomfortable to the point that he’s letting you know that he’s altering his work hours? “i don’t understand, i-”

“if you still wanna gawk at me, i’m switching shifts with the dude with the red shitty hair who usually works around this time.” the blonde clears his throat and turns his head away, letting you process his words.

wait. wait. he’s letting you know he’s changing his lifeguard shift with kirishima beforehand because he wants you to. he wants you to be there. he wants to see you there. “o-oh.”

bakugou meets your gaze again. a raspy chuckle falls from his lips then, and you let the image of his small smirk settle into your head as he offers it. “you better be there, pretty.”

(you learn later on that the days he was wearing those tinted sunglasses, he was gawking at you too.)

[bastardblvd]

Question who are all the residents of grimetown and what do they do?

so this is not a complete list of grimetown residents as we have over 60 of them at this point and i cannot remember them all but i'll take a stab at it:

the original slimeball freeloader!toji who, as the name suggests, has no career and freeloads off his partners/hookups/child/etc. known to scam and swindle. drives a flintstones-style cardboard vehicle, and by driving i mean runs everywhere.

evil landlord!sukuna who owns every building in grimetown

at the mcdonald's on the intersection of struggle street and bastard boulevard is the only employee mcdonald’s manager!aki hayakawa

dmv employee!yuuta okkotsu behind the counter with his big wet moose eyes, has longstanding beef with the aforementioned mcdonald's manager

the law and order hot cop!nanami

fake osha inspector!kishibe who can be persuaded into giving you a passing grade if you flash your tits and/or bits

rich boy!megumi, son of freeloader!toji and the bougiest bitch in all of grimetown (after his stepdaddy gojo)

tattoo artist!choso who tattoos out of his little brother's home gym

speaking of, gym owner!yuuji with his modest home gym

worst rated nail tech!nobara kugisaki

tiktok stars!denji and power (only tiktok stars as a pair, otherwise they are general slimeballs and menaces to society)

former drug dealer and now jobless!naoya who is freeloading in stepdaddy merc's residence after the new dealer in town put him out of business <3

best in the game weed dealer!recovery girl

grave digger!maki

perverted old men peepaw!jiraiya and peepaw!kishibe

their caretaker nurse!kakashi

professional car dealership noodle floaty!satoru gojo

slutty postman!getou

line cook!dabi

slimeball starbucks barista!denki

slimeball starbucks manager!bakugou

taxi driver!zoro (also a lifeguard)

line cook!sanji

tattoo artist!eren jaeger

dental hygienist!eren jaeger

dentist!mahito

dentist!orochimaru

slutty starbucks barista!dabi

sex shop owners!satosugu

mall cop!mai zen'in

used car salesman!kirishima

ikea warehouse employee!kirishima

daycare employee!yor forger

gas station employee!yoshida

odd jobs handyman!deku

receptionist and discord mod!inumaki

toji joe's owner!toji (like trader joe's)

hooters waitress!toji

[sexykatsuki17]

Kirishima’s Mistake.

Which is what he’s been doing. After leaving the doctors office All Might went to UA High so that he could teach his class. The students were currently getting dressed in their hero costumes while All Might was drinking his drink.

This is odd. Kaminari said what’s odd? Midoriya asked closing his locker. It's odd not hearing Bakugo yell kaminari said Yeah, it is kirishima said but he’s sick with the stomach flu, Midoriya said.

Yeah, Kirishima and Kaminari nodded. Kirishima blushed at the thought of hearing Bakugo vomit or hearing his moans as he has diarrhea. But he quickly got those thoughts out of his head as All Might called them out.

All Right students since young Bakugo is not here this challenge might be a little difficult so we are going to be doing 7 grueling challenges All Might said. Ugh really? Kaminari said yes,

1). First we are going to be (weight holding).

For this one each student will each have to hold a plate in each hand and did I mention that your arms will be stretched out. Each minute that passes there will be another brick added to your plate.

2). (Slight burn)

For this one each student will be in a burning building simulation to test how good you will be at rescuing a citizen from a burning building but there will be a bag of rocks on your back while you pretend to save the citizen.

3). (Shock therapy)

For this exercise you will be working with partners . One person will be shocked while the other person has to save a citizen from a villain. Notice with each passing minute the shock will intensify but not enough to kill you. Each person will have a turn at this.

4). (Sink or swim)

For this exercise you will be working with a partner and you and your partner will be tied up by your ankles. You will be placed underwater and you will have to use a key to get out of both locks. Once you complete that part you and your partner will have to make it back to shore. By the way there will be lifeguards.

5). (Bug smoothie)

For this challenge you and a partner will pull out bug and arachnid names out of the jar. You will pull out 3 names each making it 6 creatures in total you will blend them up and then will drink them. Barf bags will be given to you.

6). (Save the citizens)

For this one you will be going into an abandoned building one by one to save a dummy citizen. There will be obstacles to stop you.

7. (Trust activity)

You and a partner will be tied by your hands and feet on a plank and spun in the air. Whoever lasts the longest will get points and an A for this no matter what Happened during the other challenges

And since young Bakugo is out we will have a guest joining our class . All might said oh really is it? Midoriya asked Well , he's from class 1C of general studies. All Might said , is it Shinso? Kaminari asked, blushing yes it is All Might said Kaminari smiled as he thought about being partners with him.

All class so rest and tomorrow we will get started all might said. Okay the students said.

During the night class 1A was having a nice dinner and Kirishima and Kaminari were Talking. Those 7 grueling challenges are something else Kirishima said yeah they are. I don't want Shinso’s stomach getting upset Kaminari said. What’s your deal with Shinso? you too aren’t even dating Kirishima said Yeah I know but I would like to be Kaminari said. Kirishima smiled anyway. I have a plan for getting back at all might Kirishima said.

Kirishima explained to Kaminari about the plan and Kaminari was all down for it.

The next day the students got ready for school except for Bakugo of course he was sent home to be with his parents until he felt better. After breakfast the kids walked to school. Did you get the laxatives? Kaminari asked yeah I did. Kirishima said did you lock the bathrooms? Yep Kaminari said good kirishima said when they entered the school Kirishima went to put the laxatives and poured it into All Might’s coffee before class.

Soon the class began, these tests went over for 3 days of the week.

All class and the partners with be

Shinso and Jiro

Tsuyu and Uraraka

Midoriya and kirishima

Yaoyorozu and Todoroki

Kaminari and sero

Ayoyama and Mineta

Sato and shoji

Ashido and Hagakure

Tokyoyami and lida

Ojiro and Koda

All Might said Kaminari was disappointed that Shinso wasn’t his partner but he still did the test.

Week one was weight lifting, slight burn, and shock therapy All might said.

During these tests a few of the class got hurt.

As all might watched them do the test he took a sip of his coffee. His stomach was slowly beginning to cramp up all might placed a hand on his stomach. Kirishima and Kaminari looked at All Might before they smiled.

Excuse me class I have to go use the bathroom All Might said walking towards the door. He opened the door and walked In. When he tired to open the bathroom door he found that it was locked. What why is this locked? All might asked as his stomach loudly growled All might felt his stomach Muscles plausing with pain from a cramp that he felt in his Lower stomach.

Oh my gosh I really need to use the bathroom. All might moaned and he ran to the next Bathroom and he found that one was locked as well. All might kept running. Kirishima and Kaminari were wiping their sore plausing muscles. You know kirishima I feel bad for upsetting All Might's stomach. Kaminari said well he gave us a hard Test and shinso hurted himself today doing the burning challenge kirishima said.

That’s true, Kaminari said. After running for a while All Might’s stomach was growling so loudly that he felt it pushing and before he could stop it he started to poop on himself. All Might blushed as he kept pooping on himself. He started to fart, Aizawa soon walked past All Might and he smelled what happened. Let's get you to recovery girl’s office. Aizawa said okay All might said.

After All Might’s accident they found out that Kirishima and Kaminari were responsible for All Might’s upset stomach and they got into Trouble.

They were on dorm arrest and they had to help All Might with whatever he needed while he recovers. Next time Kaminari will not follow in Kirishima’s plans and Kirishima won’t try to mess with the number one hero.

[ao3feed-bakusquad]

I'm Drowning (Next to You)

I'm drowning (next to you) by ClTRlN3

In spite of his cheeks heating up from reasons outside of the blazing sun shining above, Kirishima hadn't let the other's stare deter him from his intention in stripping off his shirt, tossing it off to the side once he was done.

Upon noticing that the blond lifeguard was now looking to be openly gawking at the sight of his bare chest, Kirishima impulsively responded by flashing the man his thousand-watt grin as well as a cheery wave.

At that, the lifeguard's ears turned a pretty shade of pink before looking away from him, and it caused the redhead's heart to beat a tad more rapidly than it did before.

or:

The story wherein a day out at the outdoor pool leads to something more for Kirishima Eijirou.

Words: 2036, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Ashido Mina & Bakugou Katsuki & Kaminari Denki & Kirishima Eijirou & Sero Hanta

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Quirks, Alternate Universe - Lifeguards, Lifeguard Bakugou Katsuki, Construction Worker Kirishima Eijirou, Lifeguards, POV Alternating

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47556337

[manlyselfcare]

@ubiquitarian​ sent: 17.  LIFEGUARD :  for one muse to rescue the other from drowning. // maybe for a certain baby lizard— [from this meme - still accepting!]

The truth is, Eijirou is from the Kirishima clan of the Earth dragons. He's been learning how to carve and stomp rocks—how to fly—how to morph his appearance into a human one.

He's never learned how to swim.

Never in his short 10 years of life did he imagine it would be this hard! His friend Katsuki makes it look so easy! At the small lake on the other side of the human village, Eijirou thought he could imitate his best friend. But the moment he ventured too deep where the water's height was higher than his human form, he realized he couldn't float up back to the surface. No matter how much he flailed his arms, legs, wings—it seemed the rocky bottom of the lake was pulling him and keeping him down.

Just as he was starting to panic, another force of nature was pulling him to safety: Katsuki.

Coughing out all that water was straining so he was thankful he kept pulling him until they were at the shore, where he collapsed while trying to catch his breath.

"Great Peak, that was awful," Eijirou swore, finally managing to get his words out between coughs. "How do you not sink?! I moved my arms like you said!"

Eijirou frowned at himself. He didn't mean to yell; he'd just been scared. "Thanks for getting me out, Katsuki. I owe you."

[newandold]

Ripples to Waves (Part 1)

“Just a matter of knowing when to lose,"  the man murmured, looking out towards the glittering sea. He looked deep in thought, muttering so softly that Izuku almost missed the last part.

”…and when to push back.“

OR: A strange man inadvertantly challenges izuku to return to sea

"Izuku!”

At the call, Izuku turned from his notebook and looked around to find a petite girl waving at him from a distance. The girl herself came running up to Izuku, her flip-flops spraying a little sand as she came to a stop in front of him a moment later.

“How are you Uraraka-san?” Izuku greeted with a polite smile, looking up at the girl.

The girl rolled her eyes, brushing her wind-swept bangs away. “Come on, Izuku! You know I told you to call me Ochako!”

“Ah, yeah…” Izuku muttered.

Ochako peered down into the notebook, tilting her head to the side to see the upside down writing. “What were you doing?”

Sheepishly, Izuku flipped through the pages with a dismissive shrug. “Well… I’m taking notes on the surfers’ techniques.”

“Wow!” Ochako said with wonder, a sparkle in her eyes. “That’s amazing, Izuku-kun!”

She glanced at the sea, looking at the waves. There were several surfers in the water. “Izuku-kun! Why don’t we go surfing now? I know Kyouka would lend us the boards from the Shack! I think Iida’s out there right now.”

Izuku visibly hesitated, looking warily towards the sea. “Now? But… Well…”

Ochako pulled Izuku up from his seat, pulling him closer towards the shore. “Come on! I know you don’t have anything to do this afternoon, and from what I remember, you’re great on a board!”

“…I’m really sorry, but I can’t.” Izuku said after a long pause, giving Ochako a small smile. “You go. I’ll watch.”

“Well… okay,” Ochako said disappointedly. “I suppose I’ll have to get Iida-kun to help me convince you. But next time, you will be with us out there, I know it!”

“Haha… If you say so, Uraraka-san.” Izuku murmurs, and Ochako bumps into him gently, chiming ‘it’s Ochako’ before turning to lightly jog towards the Shack, a popular general beach equipment store.

Izuku sighed as he watched her go, feeling wistful. He sat back down on the sand, opening his notebook again and staring out into the ocean. Soon his pen began writing on the pages again.

But before he had a chance to really get back in the hang of writing, a steady beeping and an embarrassed cough interrupted his thoughts. Izuku turned to find that a scraggly man with a metal detector nearby was standing with his detector very close to where he was sitting.

“Excuse me, young man, but my metal detector is telling me that there’s something right under you. Do you mind if I take your spot real quick?”

“Oh! Go right ahead.” Izuku moved over and away, turning back to his writing. He noted that the man was having some difficulty bending over, and carefully approached the man again, leaving his things a few feet away. “Sir, uh. Would you like some help digging?”

The man straightened, then gazed down at the young man. A few awkward moments after Izuku tried to stay still, “That would be appreciated, young man.”

They work in silence for a few minutes, the awkwardness trickling away with every dig.

The continuous sound of waves crashing on the shore was suddenly interrupted by shouts further along the beach; the two treasure hunters turned as one to see that a surfer had successfully executed a trick that had his friends on the shore shouting with excitement.

The emaciated man was the first to turn back to digging, and noted the longing look on Izuku’s face. When the younger man returned to digging without any comments, he curiously eyed the other and questioned him.

“Do you surf?”

Izuku looked surprised, but answered contritely. “Oh, no. I could never.”

“Why not?”

“I – uh, I have a – a medical condition.”

“I see.” The man said understandingly, then gazed back out the ocean with nostalgia. He heaved a heavy sigh, then returned to digging.

“… Do you surf?”

“My boy, I used to, but I was pulled into a surgery followed by a very long physical therapy.” He sighed again, then gestured vaguely to his midsection. “The back to back surgeries don’t really let me get a chance to go out in the water.”

Giving a sympathetic sound, Izuku wondered aloud,glancing curiously at the man. “How long were you away from the ocean?”

The man winced, involuntarily placing a hand on his stomach.

“Give or take four years.”

“Woah. Four years… That must have been some injury.” Izuku glanced at the man from the corner of his eyes. “You still came back to the beach though.”

The man laughed. “My boy, you can leave the ocean, but the ocean never leaves you.”

Izuku remained quiet, impressed by his words. He silently repeated it to himself, to write it in his notebook later.

“I noticed that you were taking a lot of notes before I came along,”

“Oh, you saw that?”

The man nodded, and quietly waited, eyeing the boy from the corner of his eyes.

“Well, I was writing some techniques and sketches of the surfers’ poses on the board.”

“Why aren’t you on a board yourself?”

Izuku fumbled with the metal detector, nearly dropping everything.

“O-oh, w-well, uh–” Izuku stammered, unable to look at the man in the eye. “Well – long story short, I’ve had an accident of sorts at sea, and… my panic… um. Yeah.”

Izuku fiddled with the wires of the detector, slowly moving the device back and forth over a different area of sand as he tried to ignore the man next to him.

There was a wistful sigh next to him.

“I was the same. Panic attacks, fear of the deep. I loved watching people surfing, but I couldn’t bring myself to go into the water.”

Izuku couldn’t help nod in agreement. 

“But a good friend told me something around then, and it’s stuck with me until I found the strength to go back,” the man mused, eyes coloring with nostalgia.

“The ocean is huge, bigger than anything you could ever know – it’s you vs. the sea – and you’re going to lose, every single time,” the man murmured, looking out towards the sea, glittering under the sun.

“Just a matter of knowing when to lose,” He looked deep in thought, muttering so softly that Izuku almost missed the last part. “…and when to push back.”

A sudden ringing broke the silence, causing both men to flinch.

The mystery man fumbled with his pocket, pulling out  phone. He checked the screen, then looked at his watch.

“I believe I need to leave,” he said, taking the detector back from Izuku, who handed it over wordlessly.

��Young man, thank you," The man said with a nod of thanks. "I hope you overcome your fears.”

Izuku watched the man shuffled away, eyes glancing to and from the man to the ocean, which glittered compellingly.

“Welcome to the Sha – Izuku!”

“Hi, Kaminari. Can I borrow something?”

“…Seriously?” Kaminari asked incredulously.

“Not a surfboard. Just an inflated tube." Izuku said with a shake of his head.

"You sure man? … I mean…” Kaminari threw a worried look between the ocean and Izuku.

“Yup.” Izuku said thoughtfully, carefully checking the tube’s fit and air level.

“Well… okay…” Kaminari agreed reluctantly, eyeing Izuku worriedly. “Tell me how it goes, alright?”

“Well, I promise to try and come back intact, yeah.” Izuku muttered, moving away from the shack counter.

Frowning, Kaminari gazed after the figure walking slowly down towards the shore.

“Yo, Kirishima, you back there?” Kaminari called, without looking away from the figure.

“Yeah?” A red-headed young man with a whistle around his neck peered out from the doorway. "What’s up?“

"I know you’re on break, but can you keep an eye on the water as backup?” Kaminari said, pointing towards the green haired teen who stood watching the waves. “Izuku just went in and I can’t help feel a little worried.”

“Izuku? Seriously?” Kirishima exclaimed, finding Izuku standing at the waves. “Yeah, I better. Give me a sec.”

Kirishima disappeared again to the back, reappearing again with a lifeguard’s board.

“I appreciate it, Kirishima,” Kaminari said with a clap on the red head’s shoulders.

“Nah dude, it’s my job.” Kirishima said with a grin, jogging towards the lifeguard tower.

[nomadmilk]

Congrats on the hard work you do! ❤️

May in request the 💦 resort? I self ship with kirishima. My face color is yellow, I love taking homemade sandwiches to the beach and stoking potato chips inside 😂. A song that reminds me of me and Kiri would be loving is easy by Rex Orange County. 3 kinks would be Exhibitionism, bdsm, degradation

a word from the director:

Alex!! Hihihi! Thanks for your request!! 👉🏼👈🏼I snuck in some Lifeguard!Kiri, if that’s okay?

Enjoy your Beach Hut Episode request! Please message me if you’d like it changed in any way! 💛

This is part of my Milestone Event - Noma’s Beach Hut 400 Event💖🏝

You've requested - The Resort

Eijiro Kirishima & Alex's "On The Rocks" Beach Hut

Description:

The Beach Hut was most definitely Kiri's idea. He's actually a part-time lifeguard at the town beach, and was told that a few beach huts were being built to attract more people to the ocean, and get more revenue for the small businesses that surrounded the area. 

Whilst on his usual round of patrols on his jeep, he got speaking to a couple that owned one of the huts. And, after a few pieces of advice on how to get one, he bought one as a surprise - just for the both of you! 

He’s not much of a decorator, letting you furnish the place however you liked. He let you pick the colours, and the theme, and what pictures hung on the walls. You had an idea for a small balcony for a little nap den, and Kiri gave a hand in building the deck, and a ladder to get up on. He sets up the stove with your direction, and helps you shift chairs, and hammer down nails when needed.  

And, as he slumps on the mini couch with you - arms draped over your shoulders as the both of you marvel at your finished work - he sees how happy you are with the result, absolutely beaming at the work the both of you have done to make this hut a little haven. 

Press play?...

Warnings: Smut, Exhibitionism, a tiny bit of BDSM, Mentions of Stuck!Kink, Slight Degradation, Lifeguard!Kiri (hope you don’t mind 😅), No prep, Mentions of Masturbation, Creampie

In Summer, Kiri doesn’t have many days off. He’s the best lifeguard within the team, and enjoys every bit of it. He loves being relied upon, being able to make people safe with just his presence, standing at his post with his torpedo buoy ready underneath his arm. The sight of his broad shoulders, and muscles that can carry a boat, was a symbol to all men and women that he was a lifeguard you can trust when they were in danger.

He loves the calm days, where the tide is low and most of the people are just tanning a few feet or so from the shoreline. And he loves the exciting days; when he’s much more vigilant as he roams the beach. Alert for anyone who may need his help from every corner. Keeping an eye out for any suspicious behaviour that could endanger others, or making sure that no child, nor dog, swims too far out into the ocean.

Kiri adores his job, and puts 100% of his time and effort into his role, and you knew this wholeheartedly. You were always fervent whenever you visited him; his uniform always tight, and spread over the bulges he tried to hide. Got you hot and bothered enough to fantasize about being rescued from the shore, where he tended to your every need. Or, being stuck in one of those life rings, where he just can’t help but smirk and play and tease you in your compromising state...

When Kiri has a day in the week to be off the clock, he’ll take you to the beach hut. Call it a habit, or maybe work addiction, but he just really adores it there, okay? Especially, around July - the weather was always the best, and the atmosphere was lively. And you couldn’t deny how beautiful his workplace was; crystal clear water, sand like topaz and diamonds. You could tell that they took care of the place.

The beach hut was at a perfect angle to look at the entire length of the shore. And you were just about to drag the drapes over to cover, and change into your bathing suit to swim with your boyfriend, until-

“Kiri!- wait!-”

“Relax, babe, they’re not gonna’ see from way out there-”

“Yes, but I’m scared of them hearing- Mnff-!”

You brace yourself against the weak surface of mere fabric, hanging on with a tightening grip as the tip of his cock kisses your sweet spot. Fuck. Your pussy has tasted him so many times, but the way he stretches you was always too painfully delicious to ever ignore. 

You could hear the distant calls and laughs of strangers, going about the day and enjoying their time, whilst the slap of his skin can be heard from behind you. His balls smacking against your clit, his grunts and huffs just inches away from your ears. The more you try to silence your mewls, the harder he thrusts into you to make you cry louder. It stirs him - it stirs you - 

“Was gonna’ hold out till we got in the water - but you just looked so fuckin’ good, baby- Just needed to have you-” He swallows, mouth feeling dry. “Shit.... Didn’t know my girl can cream my cock like this- didn’t know you were such a-hahmnfuck- such a fuckin’ slut-”

The thought makes you clamp on him - enough to make him notice and hiss. “You c-could’ve h-had me at home-mmmfuck! Oh, fuck, fuck- Kiri, m’ so close-!”

Admittedly, Kiri hadn’t known how pent up he had been - all those long shift days under the hot sun, now released in thick white globs of cum, painting your insides...

[fernandesart]

That one Baywatch scene, only its the Bakusquad

[cosmic-spvcervnger]

I’M SO LATE BUT-

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARD BOYS!!🎂🍾

[katscki]

just watched a movie were this boy jumped into the end of the pool and he cant swim and made the life guard (whos a girl) jump in and save him and give him mouth to mouth. he has my respect and i now knw what to do when i go to the pool or at boxing <3

omg i was gonna do a fic like this a while back and then i forgot about it!!!! YOU SMART LITTLE THING YOU SMOOCH SMOOCH SMOOCH

High Tides

barely edited sorry and the name kinda doesn’t fit bc it isn’t at a beach but i liked it so i’m keeping it 😤‼️

lifeguard!bakugou x fem!reader

wc: 797

You had thought that coming to the new town pool would be a total drag this summer, but how can you not go back when he’s there.

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You had come here out of sheer boredom. Of course, this wasn’t your first place to spend your summer vacation from college, but all your friends were either still at school or on trips far away from home. Hanging out with your parents wasn’t an option even if you had wanted it to be because they worked day and night.

You hadn't intended on swimming only coming to tan so you lay out your towel on one of the lounging swim chairs rather than the itchy grass counterpart. But before you yourself could lay down with it, a blonde tuff of hair caught your eye. The strange hairdo piqued your interest enough to let your eyes wander further down to see the tall muscular body attached. You continued to ogle him whiles he was turned away only snapping him out of your gaze when he turned to you.

You were never one for showy bikinis, but you decided to wear one today to cover the most ground when you sunbathed, and you have never been so happy with a decision in your entire life.

Bakugou turns back around to Kirishima to resume their conversation, “Her? Yeah, she’s hot so what? Probably wasn’t looking at me anyways, shitty hair.” He said gruffly.

“Are you KIDDING ME?! She was practically undressing you with her eyes man, cut the nonchalant tough boy act, you know you think she's pretty. I mean commmee onnn if I were you, I would be all over that, not stop being a little pissboy and get her number!” Kirishimas enthusiastic tone didn’t do much to calm his nerves.

“Maybe later, my breaks almost over.” He mumbles before returning to his stand.

About twenty minutes ago you had decided to switch to lying on your back to tan your front but the sun beating down on you was becoming more and more noticeable by the second, practically sweating bullets.

Finally, the heat was too much for you to ignore, so maybe a dip in the pool wouldn’t be so bad. Making your way over to the edge of the pool you sat first then slowly slipped in. Trying to look good just in case there were lingering eyes from a certain someone. You swam out a bit just enjoying the coolness of the water until some stupid kid jumped in without even looking in front of him kicking you clear in the stomach when he came in.

You would feel embarrassed if it weren't for the growing feeling of being winded taking over. The lack of air making it to your lungs as you struggled to breathe, making it increasingly difficult to keep yourself up, ultimately letting you pass out in the water.

Bakugou saw the entire thing making a move to go scream at lecture the kid for what he did before he noticed you laying limp in the water. He blew his whistle yelling for everyone to get out of the water when he dove in and carried your smaller than his, seemingly lifeless form out of the water.

When you had woken up from lack of consciousness, you saw him kneeling above you, his face so close to yours, like he was going to perform mouth to mouth one more time. Everyone was quiet except one person. You look over to your side to see the red-haired lifeguard lecturing the child about looking before they jump. You would have kept your gaze there due to tiredness if it weren't for bakugou gently moving your head back to face him.

“You alright? Shit... I mean of course you're not, you almost just drowned-” He silently scolds himself for his awkwardness. But you paid no mind to his stumbling words, only the low baritone of his raspy voice, and the feel of his hand on your face.

He continued to look down with furrowed brows, confliction visible in his features, it’s only when you speak with the prettiest voice he’s ever heard does he forget about it. “Yea I'm okay. Thanks to you at least.” You smile at him and in the background hear everyone resuming their aquatic activities now that you're awake. You sit up to make your throbbing head feel better when he speaks again, “s my job. Any of us woulda done it, plus I probably would have gotten sued if I didn’t.” He joked

“Well don’t I feel special,” You giggle. “My um my name’s Y/N by the way.”

“You can call me Katsuki,” He leans down to whisper in your ear so no wandering ears can listen, “And I'm sorry, maybe I can take you out for dinner, somewhere real nice, make you feel special then.”

You turn your head to lock eyes with him again, “Yeah. That sounds nice.”

TAGS 🏷:

@trafalgar-lau @mybabekatsuki @loving-katsuki @ariavaana

[quirkwizard]

In a setting where quirks exist but pro heroes aren’t a thing, what do you imagine the future careers of the 1A students would be?

I mean you wouldn't have to remove heroes just to have the kids pick out different jobs. It's not like they could use their Quirks in their jobs any way. Even if they could, that wouldn’t do much to change my opinon. Regardless, I've covered Izuku and Bakugou before, so they won't be included here.

Sato/Koda/Ojiro: All these are pretty obvious, as they're all natural extensions of their talents. Sato becomes a baker, Koda becomes a veterinarian, and Ojiro becomes a marital arts teacher.

Sero: As weird as it sounds, I think he could be an interior designer. If his room and costume are anything to go by, he has a real eye for aesthetics and can apply that very well to his environment.

Denki: Maybe something in advertising? It would take advantage of his natural extroversion and make him seem at least aware enough of modern trends to talk about them. Barring that, a streamer.

Mineta: Not much to work with here. I guess a programmer? It would let him apply his intelligence and problem solving skills without having to interact with a lot of people.

Aoyama: I wanted to say model given his tendency to attract attention, but I think fashion designer might fit better. If anything, his bizarre fashion might be considered Avant garde in the right circles.

Shoji: Not quite a hero, but I do think he'd still be some civil servant, like a police officer or fireman. He's naturally self sacrificing and good hearted, but has a knack at keeping himself calm and in control.

Tokoyami: I could see him being some kind of famous personality. I could see him as the kind of guy talking about horror movies or streaming online with an extremely gothic aesthetic.

Hagakure: I could see her as some kind of lifestyle expert, like a life coach or guidance counselor. She just has a naturally peppy and positive attitude that I think could help bring out the best in people.

Jiro: Definitely something related to music. While she obviously has the talent to be a musician, I could see her doing more technical music work like her father did.

Kirishima: Personal trainer, without question. Not only because he's someone who exercises a lot, but because he's good at stirring people into action in a positive way.

Mina: Some kind of high energy entertainer. Dancer, influencer, Internet personality. Something that relies on the user getting and keeping the attention of a lot of people.

Shoto: He's a tricky one. He doesn't exactly have any obvious talents or traits for me to work off of. Maybe a model? He's one of the few guys in the series who's ever been noted to be handsome, so I guess that fits.

Uraraka: I get that she could work for her father's construction company, but I think she might be good in some kind of sales job. Not only because of how bubbly and friendly she can be, but also how competitive and motivated she is in the right situations.

Iida: I could easily see him in any of those prestigious jobs that take a lot of schooling, like being a doctor. Given his disposition towards justice and rules in general, I'm thinking lawyer. Specifically, a defense attorney. A police officer might be on the table as well.

Momo: Given her immense intelligence, I feel like she could really be anything. Out of them all, I think she would be in some form of corporate leadership, like a CEO. That or a college level professor given her ability to tutor even the most inexperienced of students.

Tsuyu: While lifeguard is an obvious pick, I think that daycare worker, elementary school teacher, or maybe some kind of therapist might fit. She's patient, sweet, and empathic to people's problems but knows when to wrangle other people in. Plus she has experience with her own siblings.

[ao3feed-bakusquad]

Mermaids are Pretty Manly

Mermaids Are Pretty Manly by keraekun

Bakugou crushes on the cute lifeguard playing mermaids with his kid.

Words: 1080, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Original Child Character(s)

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Lifeguard Kirishima Eijirou, Single Parent Bakugou Katsuki, MerMay, Getting Together, Strangers to Lovers, Alternate Universe - No Quirks, Aged-Up Character(s)

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47661799

[lord-explosion-baku]

Trident Tale

Merman!Shinsou x reader, Kirishima x Reader

Warnings: adult themes (Minors DNI)

A/N: read the prologue on AO3

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

(Original image by @maewoahoah)

Synopsis: Moving to an island where everyone is big on the surf scene and other oceanic happenings might not have been the brightest idea for someone so afraid of anything that has to do with water, but you make do by spending your days looking after the Bed & Breakfast, trying not to burn the house down when you fry a few eggs, and obsessively scrolling through Eijirou Kirishima’s social media page. He’ll never notice you, and you think you’re fine with that, until a mysterious force washes into Ms. Shuzenji’s pool after a particularly nasty storm.

Hitoshi Shinsou is a pain in the ass from the get-go, but you put up with him, fins and all, when he promises he can help unite you with your soulmate. The catch? The fish is hellbent on taking back what was stolen from him, and he won’t lift a gracious finger until he gets what he came for.

You’re helpless to lend him a hand, so long as you stay dry. Unless, of course, he has other plans.

You know how the saying goes: you rub his fins, he’ll rub yours.

Storms have never really been your cup of tea. Though you keep yourself locked inside a good percent of the time, there’s nothing quite as suffocating as the compress of clouds overhead. It’s not like you always have to see them to be uncomfortable, but you definitely feel them pressing down, closing in, and caging you, even when you’ve got yourself tucked under a blanket on Ms. Shuzenji’s couch.

It’s been a little over a year since you first moved to the island. All you needed was a new beginning, and you got that, but you got that, and the tropical weather that you’re still getting used to. It’s currently typhoon season, and holy seaweed-on-your-doorstep, is it storming.

There’s little you can do to distract yourself while staying and working at Shuzenji’s bed and breakfast. There are currently no guests, aside from you, so all the rooms are made, and the old lady is on another one of her long vacations, so you’re basically being paid to lounge. You’re grateful for that, at least. But the only thing that’s keeping you physically separated from the terrifying weather is a thick glass pane that water sloshes on every time a wave laps over the backyard walls.

The things that separate you mentally are the old-timey recordings of Shuzenji singing alongside an ensemble cast, and the little device in your hand. If you didn’t have your boss’s haunting melodies echoing throughout the house, and some big, beefy, tatted eye-candy to gawk at during the storm, you’d surely go insane.

Eijirou Kirishima, one of the island’s best surfers, is out on his board, live-streaming his current fight against the waves. His whoops and hollers can be heard over the crashing tides, getting even you excited for what’s about to come. That’s the thing about Kirishima; he’s wild, you’re not, and it’s hot as hell. Oftentimes, you catch yourself daydreaming about joining him out in the surf—he guides you through the waves, maybe yoou impress him a bit with your sudden affinity for wave-riding, and the two of you wash up on shore where you’ll both share your first kiss. It would be feasible if you could swim. It would be feasible if you bothered to learn how to swim, but for now, you’re content with your imagination. At least he can make you hate the terrible weather a little less.

The conspiratorial smirk he shows the camera is borderline swoon-worthy when the swell begins to pull him further out. It’s impossible not to bite your lip every time you catch a glimpse of his arms forcing themselves through the sea. He makes this look easy—like the storm is child’s play, and as the winds blow Shuzenji’s trash bin into the sliding glass door, you welcome the delicious distraction.

As Kirishima stands up on his signature trident board and rides one of the biggest waves he’s seen all day, you’re once again struck with how much of a coward you are. He can fight the elements, while you can hardly bring yourself the courage to talk to him. Mind you, he’s constantly surrounded by a close group of friends—a close group of friends you find intimidating—and when he’s not with them, he’s out in the water. Where there’s water involved, you’re spoken for. Unless, of course, you’d like for the first time you guys actually speak, to be when he’s giving you CPR.

Not the most ideal “meet cute”, but if it works, it works.

A loud crash snaps you out of your admittedly salty daydream. Mango, Shuzenji’s orange tabby, yowls at the blanket of water cascading down the windows, and your stomach sinks. There’s only so many minutes you can pretend that the storm Kirishima is facing isn’t the one that’s destroying Shuzenji’s yard.

With a sigh, you roll off the velvet couch, and grimace when crumbs that were nesting in your shirt fall to the carpet: a mess to clean up later. Without any guests to mind, you don’t have to worry too much over keeping the place spick-and-span, so long as things are nice and tighty by the time the old lady gets back, which will be awhile.

You have an easy enough job—at least, when there aren’t bunches of thick seaweeds crashing over the yard’s wall, flooding the pool.

“Shit.”

Water sprays in every direction. The already trash-infested pool overflows as more kelp rolls in with the maniacal waves, and angry, white foam bangs on the back door. It's a disaster outside, and you’re not sure what to do about it.

Fingers wrapped around the back door handle, you struggle to think of a way to prevent a bigger mess, but even if you could manage to clean anything, nothing is stopping the tempest from wreaking anymore havoc. Best case scenario, you stop a plastic soda-chain from washing out to see and becoming a deadly necklace for an unlucky seagull. Worst case scenario, you slip, crack your head open on the pavement, and drown before you can ever utter the words “mahalo” to Kirishima.

Needless to say, you’ll take your life over a gull’s any day.

Another sigh.

A greater wave collides against the wall, bringing more of the Great Unknown into the pool. This is going to be a fun job to clean. Good thing you’ve got Shuzenji’s service boy, Denki Kaminari, on speed dial. You think if you sound particularly distressed in the morning, he’ll show up to help you out with just about anything in the matter of minutes. God bless desperate fuckboys.

So, for now, you cuddle back up on the couch, watch Kirishima shake saltwater out of his thick, red hair, and pretend that his storm is not the same thing as your storm.

It’s early morning when you finally rise out of bed. You hadn’t gotten a whole lot of rest—something to do with the wailing winds shaking your bedroom window nonstop, but after you finally drifted into dreams about snakes and dragons, you woke to clear skies, and light seagull calls.

From the second story, you can see early birds have already gotten the jump on cleaning up the beach. The sun is shining, the ocean blue and vast. The only trace there was ever a storm is already being taken care of. There are lifeguards riding around on ATVs and younger civilians with trash bags and grapplers picking up seaweed and absconded debris. The respect everyone has for the island is something to be admired, and you half-consider going out there yourself, after you’ve dealt with your yard, which is sure to be a wreck.

There’s no interest in picking out a cute outfit for the morning you’re going to have, even if Denki might see you, so you throw on a already-worn-this-week crop top, some pink shirts, and you’re good to go.

The first thing you do after Mango’s fed is check your socials. Kirishima posted a picture of his breakfast: a hefty plate with three eggs, sausage links, bacon, cut avocado, and what seems to be low-carb toast. The post reads, gotta eat ur gainz 2 gain ur gainz, and it’s so ridiculous that you’re infatuated with this reckless himbo. You wonder if you’d ever be able to hold an intellectual conversation with him, if you could ever manage to speak to him in the first place, but conversation wouldn’t matter if his mouth was between your thighs.

Following his example, you crack two eggs over a frying pan, sigh at the mostly empty fridge, then agonize over the state of Shuzenji’s yard. It’s worse than you thought it’d be. The pool is a sickly green color, and from where you’re standing inside, its murky depths seem to be almost opaque from the seaweed and garbage stewing together. Kelp litters the beige pavement, and there’s trash hiding in the shrubs. There’s a chocolate donut floaty bobbing around in there, too, and Shuzenji doesn’t own any floaties.

What a drag.

Before you get too far in your head about everything you’ll need to do to clean up, you quickly dial Denki’s number. He picks up after a ring and a half.

“I know what you’re about to ask,” says the boy on the line, and from his cocky tone, you can assume it’s not going to be about the cleanup. “I am absolutely free tonight. If you wanted to grab drinks at the Salty Barrel, maybe go on a romantic rendezvous out on the beach, watch the sunset on or in a couple blankets, I wouldn’t complain.”

“I’m not calling to ask you on a date, Kaminari,” you say as you step outside. The pavement is cold underneath your bare feet, and you have to tip-toe around to be sure not to let any kelp touch your skin. Yuck.

“But you’re not, not calling about a date, either,” he counters. By the volume of his voice, you can tell that he’s in his van, talking to you over the speaker. Good. So he’s already out and about.

“I need you to tell me how to drain Shuzenji’s pool.” Call you cold, but you’re used to Denki’s flirty nature by now, and you’ve learned that the best way to deal with it, is to not acknowledge it. Of course, you can’t be too callous when it comes to him, especially when you actually need his help. You eye the dangerously complex-looking valves off to the side of the house, and grimace. “There’s too many twisty thingies! I’m not sure what to do!”

“Now, hold your horses, little lady! Don’t go twisting any thingies just yet. Draining a pool is a process.” There’s a long pause, the loud growl of an engine, then silence. He’d pulled over to talk to you. “How’s your TDL? And what kinda PVC pipes you got?”

“The huh and what?” You don’t need to pretend to be in distress—you have no idea what he’s talking about.

“Listen, don’t touch anything. You’re calling because the pool’s a mess right now, right? You don’t need to drain it; at least, not yet. I can swing by in an hour or so to clean it, but I’ve gotta make some stops first. You’re not the only single woman who wants to watch me do my thang, especially not after yesterday.”

“It’s so bad, Kaminari.” The water in the pool sloshes around, like there’s actually something in it causing the water to ungulate and burble. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“Don’t worry your pretty, little head over it. You've got me, okay? It’s my job to protect and serve.”

“You’re not a cop.”

“Nope, I’m better than a cop. I’m a pool guy.”

He goes on to ask you to check out what kind of drain the pool has, if you can find the drain, then loses you when he starts talking numbers and gallons. While still on the phone, you send a few texts to Shuzenji, explaining the predicament, then Denki mentions rates. You’re getting the cutie pie discount, doubled because he counts Shuzenji as a “cutie pie” too—something you mention to her because she’ll get a kick out of it—then he drops all business to ask about food.

“I’m cooking my breakfast,” you say with a wary glance back at the house.

“But is your breakfast fries and a shake from Tiki Burger?”

You bite your lip as your stomach growls its empty sorrow. “No.”

“Would you like it to be?” His knowing grin is heard through the line.

“…I’m not gonna go out with you.”

He chuckles and you’re grateful that he can’t see your answering smile. “We’ll see how you feel after you see me work my magic. And hey, if you’d like me to wear a Speedo while I work—“

“You’ll be here in an hour?” You cut him off, because Denki in a Speedo is the last thing you need on your mind. The thought of Kirishima in a Speedo, however, gets you a little hot, which is saying a lot, since you’re a part of the Speedos and Dolphin-shorts Are Abominations To Swimwear belief system.

“Maybe sooner. I think my next client just needs me to check out their chemical levels. Inside pool and all. Everyone else knew to put a tarp out.”

The tarp you had blew away, but you don’t bother explaining that to Denki. Let him believe you’re the dim-witted “little lady” he wants you to be. If it means Shuzenji gets a discount, not that she can’t afford any bill Denki’s company throws at her, then let him believe you can’t open a pickle jar without a man’s help for all you care.  

“See you then,” you say, and end the call. There will be time to work on your charm once Denki gets here. Until then, you figure you could do some investigating so you’re not completely helpless.

Leaving your phone on the pavement so you don’t accidentally drop it in the water, you make your way around the pool to where you think you remember the drain being. You can’t say you’ll know what kind of drain it is, but if you remember correctly, it’s circular, and like, kinda meshy? That description simply won’t do.

Dropping down to your knees, you peer down into the pool, squinting, as if that can help you see through all the muck. There’s definitely a lot of kelp and algae, sand drifting through the water, someone’s wayward brazier, and oh. A school of fish—little babies circling about. It’s wild, but you suppose it could be possible if all the chlorine washed out and there was enough salt water to sustain marine life.

The fish move together, bopping into each other, mouths gaping open to eat whatever they find in their temporary home. You don’t know enough about marine life to know what kind of fish they are. Silvery little things. Maybe Denki has something that can help transport them from the pool to the ocean. It’s not far—Shuzenji’s house is on the beach. It would be a shame if all the little fish had to die. You don’t particularly care about touching or feeding fish, but a life is a life, and if they can be saved, you’d at least like to try.

But all your thoughts of saving fish life stop when you catch something moving in the water. It’s not the fish—they’re not that big, but it’s definitely fishlike. Fish plus. It moves like a shadow, serpentine and fluid. You catch a glimpse of scales, so it’s definitely not a dolphin—even then, it’s bigger than a dolphin, and more graceful than a shark. You begin thinking of leviathan, and other mythical creatures, as ridiculous as that is, when you see a long flowing fluke.

Okay. This thing is not just big. It’s gargantuan, and to see this much of the creature without seeing its head makes your skin crawl. You imagine falling in and being swallowed whole, suffocating in the dark, drowning in a monster’s belly.

The thought spooks you static, just in time to meet a pair of eyes in the water. This is your overactive imagination—you’re scaring yourself insane, but you don’t look away, and those eyes, almost human and curious, don’t disappear.

You’ve consumed enough media to know how these impossible interactions go. The creature is inquisitive, but keeps its distance. It often has to be coaxed out of hiding, and even then, the thing is skittish and untrusting. You’re certainly not one to go “pspsps, hey little guy, I’m not gonna hurt you,” but even if you were, you don’t get the chance, because this thing you’re looking at isn’t the least bit skittish, and in one second, you’re making eyes at at it, and in the next, the thing is exploding out of the water.

A large, broad chest towers over you. The thing pushes itself up with arms, human arms, but it’s anything but human. Sure, it has hair, although an odd purple color, framing its angular face and jaw, which are both human enough. Also framing its face are a pair of long, pointed fins sticking out from where human ears should be. Water dribbles down its chest, down to its navel—its navel. Your brain screams mammal, but underneath its navel are scales, rippling down to where its legs should be. Not human. Not fish.

Fish plus.

Man.

Fish plus man.

Fish-man.

Its eyes are almost the same color as its hair, only a shade lighter, and much sharper, narrowed in on you. It’s glaring. You realize this at the same time you realize that you're staring at it with your mouth agape. This would be so rude in any other setting. It’s also rude to pop out of a pool that isn’t yours without any other warning, but you’re not about to chastise the thing. You’re far too scared.

Then the thing reaches out to you, sprinkling water on your thighs and your shirt. Its hands look like a man’s hand, but its long fingers are connected by thin, indigo webbing that matches its tail. Its tail. You lose focus trying to find the word for this creature that’s barely on the tip of your tongue, when you realize the palm of its hand, its fishy, webby hand, is hovering over your cheek, the other carefully placed next to your knee to keep it upright.

You open your mouth to speak, but only a hiss comes out. The creature, wary, brings its hand back, but only slightly. Not enough to put you at ease, but enough to allow you to gain your composure, and scream.

“H-help!!!” You screech. “Help! Somebody! Help me!”

It claps its hand over your mouth, knocking you back. Water drips down on your shirt as it leans in, mouth curling up with distaste. Then, it does something impossible.

It speaks.

“So loud,” it growls in a low, masculine timbre.

It speaks, you think, it speaks and it has no manners!

You try to yell back, probably something with little thought, but you have a mouth full of fish-man hand, and the more you warble in its palm, the more apathetic it appears.

“Be quiet and still,” it commands, as if obeying it is supposed to be the most natural thing—something it expects from you. It catches you so off-guard that you actually listen, only trembling a little bit as those indigo eyes scan over your form. It’s uncomfortable having an unknown but cognizant creature observe you so closely. You shiver when its gaze roams over your belly, down your legs. You want to curl your legs up, move away, but you’re afraid if you even twitch more than it’s comfortable with, it’ll grab you and drag you into the pool. Your nightmare.

Instead, it does something slightly less worse. It moves its hand from your mouth to your cheek. The palm of its hand warms your skin in an unnatural way, like you’ve been laying in the sun for half an hour and it’s only your cheek that heats up. The creature's eyes widen as light begins to emanate, either from you, or from it, you’re not sure, but definitely from where it touches you. Tingles run from your neck down to your spine, and you wish you’d put a bra on before going outside, because this thing’s touch is making your body react in a way that it shouldn’t.

“So easy,” it purrs appraisingly, somewhat less insolent, but you’re still taken aback, ears hot with embarrassment.

Un-fucking-likely.

“Easy?!” You squawk out. “What do you mean by easy?”

It doesn’t answer you, and instead, moves its fingers from your cheek, down your jaw, to your chin. It begins leaning closer, heavy lids closing. You notice its lips for the first time: a defined line and a pretty bow. If you were in a less dire situation, you’d be able to admit that they’re very nice lips, but they’re getting closer to you, closer still, and you realize with a jolt what it’s trying to do.

Your foot meets its chest in a heartbeat.

“Nope!” You belt out, extending your leg so there’s more distance between you and the impolite beast. “Not today, fish-breath!”

Unperturbed, it lifts a lazy brow. Then, to your absolute horror, it presses both of its hands into your bare leg, and again you’re lit up, warm, and tingly, only far worse than before. Stomach tightening, you make a choked noise, trying to hold in the sigh that claws at your throat.

“Fish-breath.” It repeats your insult like it’s a balled-up piece of paper to be thrown in the trash. “I’ve been told that my aroma is quite appealing.”

“By whom? Other fish-breaths?!” You wriggle your leg out of his embrace, or whatever you could call that invasion, only to have it slip down so your foot rests in the fish-man’s hands, bright as the stars in the sky. “Eww ew! Don’t touch me! Get away!”

The creature scoffs, but let’s you go, and you both watch as the light disappears from the arch of your foot where he’d been touching. Fish-man slinks back into the murky water, hiding under a blanket of algae.

You have enough time to gather your composure, wipe the water droplets off your face, and rub your eyes. For a moment, you try to convince yourself that this has all been a sleep-deprived hallucination, but you’ve never really been one to delude yourself, unless your Kirishima fantasies were involved, and you know that you’ll have to try another tactic to accept the reality of your situation. Perhaps you can try to be civil with this creature, ask it if it’s…hurt, or if it needs a late night escort to get it back to the sea. But then, the thing resurfaces on the opposite end of the pool. It faces you, and leans back against the wall, arms spread out against the pavement, basking.

“You know,” he says, “your decorum is severely lacking. Don’t humans have classes that teach them proper etiquette—how to be more polite towards their guests and such?”

What’s lacking is your patience for marine life.

Standing up, you take in the thing, which you’re now pretty sure is in fact a man of sorts, in its entirety. His tail is long, longer than human legs, extending past the halfway mark of the pool, if your measurement counts his fluke. There’s a golden cuff on his right arm that spirals around, accentuating his large biceps. You stubbornly admit that it’s attractive—he’s attractive, at least, he would be for people who were into fish and not surfers. You brush whatever you’re feeling in the pit of your stomach off by telling yourself that you’re simply awestruck, and move on.

“Where I’m from-“ you begin, straightening your sodden crop top- “we offer our guests various beverages and snacks, depending on the time of day.”

Annoyingly, he looks interested.

“Since it’s the morning, I’d offer a guest tea, or coffee, and if I’m looking to impress, I’d maybe cook them a hot meal.”

The creature offers you a sardonic smile. “I happen to be famished.”

“However, with home-invaders, we’re more likely to pull a gun on them before heating up the earl grey.”

He loses the smile, and you’re glad that he might have an inkling of what a gun is. You’ve never owned one, and they don’t allow firearms on the island, but the threat stands. But if he was intimidated, even for a moment, he doesn’t show it anymore, and proves just that by turning his back on you, and resting his head in his arms. He has a dorsal fin with what looks to be a deep, x-shaped scar near his tailbone. You try not to wonder what that could’ve been from.

“Then how do you propose I go from a home-invader, to a house guest?” Asks the creature with little interest.

Cautiously walking around the pool with your arms crossed, you begin to list things off for the far-too-comfortable fish-man.

“You can start by telling me who you are, what you are, why you’re here, what you want, and why you think you can lay your webbed hands on me.”

“Oh, is that all?” He hums noncommittally. Content. Aggravating. “Why don’t you start then? Who are you, and why are you here?”

The back of your neck grows hot and uncomfortable. “How entitled do you have to be to—!” You start, but you’re swiftly cut off by the shrieking of the fire alarm. Smoke plumes from outside the house’s windows, and you curse under your breath before darting towards the door. You’d completely forgotten about your eggs.

In your haste to move the pan off the stove, you burn your fingers and drop the pan to the kitchen floor, two blackened egg crisps flaking off and diving in different directions. Mango yowls at the commotion and investigates one of the fallen egg crisps. Before you can tell him to buzz off, he loses interest in your mess, not bothering to give it a taste. You don’t blame him, but the eggs didn’t appear to be cat-bad. Ah, you can’t kid yourself. They are cat-bad. They’re completely inedible. Now you’re going to have to head to the market, while worrying about a man trapped in Shuzenji’s pool.

Your stomach roars at you.

After cleaning the mess as best as you could while desperately and ruefully wanting to return to your guest—no, not guest—invader, you get the alarm, half-heartedly fan the smoke out of the house, and return. Angry. This guy better start talking soon, or things are going to get ugly.

To your utter displeasure, he looks all the more amused at your newer, messier state.

“Was that supposed to be the hot meal,” he asks, cocky. “Because if so, I’ll pass.”

Instead of biting his head off like you’d like to, you present him with the still-dirty frying pan, pointing it at his head like you intend to use it.

“Start talking, fish-for-brains.”

The beast snickers, raising his hands in the air in mock-surrender. “Easy there, tiger shark. You know how to use that thing?”

You refuse to humor him. Instead, you keep your scowl tight, your arms steady. If he’s not threatened, he’ll lose interest in this game, then he’ll have to talk.

Lo and behold, you’re right. The fish-man rolls his eyes, and looks at you, again, with apathy.

“My name is Hitoshi Shinsou,” he says, lackadaisical, like he’s already bored of himself. “I’m one of Ryūjin. What humans have learned to call merpeople are actually descendants of the sea gods who lived centuries ago. I’m here, simply because the storm washed me here. What I want is to retrieve what’s mine. I thought I could lay my webbed hands on you—well-“ the corner of his mouth tilts up-“darlin’, it was because your body reacted to me.”

Mouth forming the beginning of a question that never comes, you stare in disbelief at this myth. Then the last thing he said dawns at you.

“I did not react to you!” You rebuke, steady hands now shaking.

“Oh no?” He says, but it’s not a question. It’s a challenge.

Hitoshi grabs the flat end of the frying pan and yanks it, and you, closer to him, closer to the water. You cringe and whine when a wet, webby hand closes around your wrist. Inadvertently, you drop the pan, but he pays it no mind as it sinks past his tail. Your skin begins to glow underneath his palms, and the tingles come back, shooting up your arm, causing tiny goosebumps to appear.

“Would you look at that,” Hitoshi croons, slow and almost sensuously. His indigo eyes narrow on your index finger where you’d burned yourself. To add to this nightmare, he closes his lips around it, and begins to suck. Your stomach flips, and you’re not sure if it’s because you’re disgusted, or scared, or…enjoying the feeling of his warm mouth, his tongue, touching your skin.

“Stop.” It’s a whisper. It means nothing. You think you want it to mean something, but your thoughts are buzzing into a blur. Knees growing weak, you descend, leaning closer to him, not caring about the water or the seaweed or the fish, and instead, entirely focused on his mouth. It’s glowing, his mouth. Faintly. Like a single candle lit in an otherwise empty room.

When he eases off of you, he runs his thumb over your now-healed finger, and let’s your arm fall limply at your side.

“All better,” he whispers back at you.

There are prickles all over your skin once you regain an ounce of dignity.

“What the hell was that?” You ask, breathless for no other reason than shock.

“The glowing?” He asks. “The healing?”

“Both.”

“Your reaction to me.” He’s cocky again. This is something sick. Mythical creature or not, this has got to be a game he plays, washing into people’s pools, causing problems, sucking on lonely girls’ fingers. He probably gets his kicks this way, and uses whatever other kind of magic he has to erase whoever he’s tormenting’s memories, if he doesn’t end up eating them when he’s done. Bogus.

You won’t let him get to you.

“Alright, Hitoshi Shinsou, how would you like me to get you back into the ocean? You healed my finger-“ although it’s essentially his fault you were burned to begin with, if you take into account the sequence of events-“so helping you out is the least that I can do.”

“I could use your help,” he muses lightly, turning his body back around to his chest and abdomen are turned towards  the sun. You tell yourself not to stare like you know he probably wants you to. Though his eyes are closed, he peeps at you, sneaking a glance. “I don’t want to go back into the ocean, though. Not until I get what’s mine.”

With the might of a girl who just wants to go back inside and scroll through her phone, you swallow your bite, and ask, “what would that be?”

“Oh, this and that-“ he waves his hand around dismissively-“other things.”

With the might of a girl who just wants to go back inside and find another frying pan, you say, “alright, listen. Someone is on their way to the house to clean the pool. I don’t know what one of Ryūjin means, but I’m guessing people like you don’t always want to be discovered by people like us. So you either tell me what it is you need, or see how my pool guy reacts to a mermaid lounging around in my backyard! I wouldn’t put it against him to call the local news station. Get this place flooding with cameras. Does that sound like a pretty picture to you?”

Absolutely none of your threats penetrate Hitoshi’s cool nature. In fact, he laughs.

“When he gets here,” the merman drawls, knowing he’s got you hanging on every word, “invite him to swim.”

[lilithbasically]

Just a small thrist for you.

Lifeguard DekuBakuKiri

It's one of the hottest days of the year so you decide to go to the beach to cool off.

You get there and set up your usual spot next to the life guard post. Not for safety reasons but just because the life guards on this beach are just immaculate.

Like the sweet heart Deku? He'd give you the warmest smile that make your heart flutter and rescue you like a princess if need be.

Heart breaker Bakugou? Sure he seems a little rough and loud but hey that's how we like our men sometimes.

Ugh and don't even get me started on Kirishima. The friendliest face and most caring always making sure you're staying hydrated and having a good time.

All men are ripped as fuck and yes you go to the beach to cool off but sometimes you want to get soaked in other ways ;)

Oh gawwwwwd 😩

And they’re all so helpful in their own ways. I mean, they are lifeguards after all.

LifeguardDeku noticed you had a small sunburn across your shoulders so, being the sweet cinnamon roll he is, he offered to apply sunscreen for you. No way in hell you’re going to refuse. Just imagining his strong, rough hands rubbing into your skin had heat pooling between your legs. His fingers lingering a bit too long on your ribs, drifting up to the sides of your breasts. His fingertips dipping beneath your bikini bottoms to graze your asscheeks because, “Just to be sure you’re protected if it moves, sweetness.” You could’ve sworn you felt a little tug at the tie around your neck, loosening the knot just a bit as his hands ran along your shoulders.

LifeguardBakugo usually so loud, you’d think it impossible for him to sneak up on anyone. There you were, standing on your tiptoes trying to reach your sun hat that conveniently got blown up onto the lifeguard stand when you felt an arm wrap around your waist. His warm breath tickling your neck when he just barely ghosted the skin, whispering, “Need some help with that, darlin’?” Pulling your back ever closer to his front, he reached up and grabbed your hat, handing it to you. Moving his hands to grab your hips, pressing his hips against your ass, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, he said, “Let me know if you need help with anything else.” Feeling his pecs and abs against your back sent your mind in a flurry. Head, empty. Mouth, dry. Clit, throbbing.

LifeguardKiri who has always offered you a bottle of water when he didn’t see one in your hand. He really does always have the best intentions and he’s so fucking friendly it’s insane. You were a bit sad that he didn’t seem to be around today, it’s hard not to look forward to such a kind smile. To distract yourself, you decided to wade into the ocean, just waist deep, enough to bend back and dip your hair in. You did find yourself distracted and before long, you were ready to head home. Not with all this salt water on your skin, though. Standing under the little rinse-off beach shower, your mind drifted, once again, to LifeguardKiri. He is just so kind, you swear you’ve never met as kind a man as Kirishima. Which is why you were surprised when you felt hands wrap around your thighs, lifting you and pinning you against the wall. You eyes flew open to see Kiri standing over you, pressing into you, his lips just a breath from yours, he whispered, “Hey babygirl, me and the guys are having a party later…you should come. Let us show you a good time.”

You weren’t exactly sure what he meant by “a good time”, but if the daunting member you felt press against your core was any indication, you couldn’t wait to find out.

[jazwritesalot]

Into the Ocean

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou/Bakugou Katsuki, KiriBaku Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia, My Hero Academia Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 2,363 Tags: Aged Up Characters, Alternate Universe- No Quirks, Hydrophobic Bakugou, Lifeguard Kirishima, Drowning, CPR, Panic Attacks, Hydrophobia

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Summary: When Bakugou, Kaminari, Sero, and Mina go to the beach, what could possibly go wrong? At least there was a handsome red headed lifeguard for Bakugou to watch as the day goes downhill.

Katsuki wondered how he allowed himself to get into this mess. Scratch that—he knew how, but he was unsure of why he let himself. He should be immune to Dunce Face's antics by now, especially his puppy dog pout. But him, in combination with Soy Sauce Face and Raccoon Eyes all begging at once? There was only so much a man could take before he broke down. Which is how he found himself at the beach with the gaggle of idiots, who were hooting and hollering about "ocean time." Whatever, the idiots could go play in the water all they want. He'll just read and work on his tan. And, unbeknownst to everyone else, would be ogling the tall, red headed hunk of a lifeguard that was stationed at their corner of the beach. It was a win-win in his eyes. 

It wasn't the first time the idiots had dragged him to the beach, much to his dismay. But at the same time, it wasn't the first time that Katsuki had the privilege of such beautiful eye candy to distract him from his friends' insanity. The lifeguard was all muscle wrapped up in a deliciously small speedo. Katsuki was only human, after all. How could he not appreciate such a fine specimen of a man? He was certain that the damn himbo wore the speedo to give him heart failure each time they were there—there was no way that it was regulation gear.

Katsuki knew it probably was in bad taste to continue to stare at him like he was over the top of his book, but fuck it if he cared. It wasn’t like he was paying him any attention anyway, given that he was laser-focused on watching the patrons of the beach who were enjoying the water. Not that it wouldever be Katsuki. No siree—he’d rather eat a bucket of nails before being caught dead in a body of water like that. His hydrophobia wouldn’t let him, anyway. Not that he fearedall water: he could wash himself just fine. It was just open waters, like the ocean, lakes, ponds, or pools, that set off the panic attacks tied into his phobia. So, he was content to just watch his friends fool around in the water when he was forced to come. 

Today was a particularly hot one, with Katsuki fanning himself with his book every couple of minutes due to the lack of a breeze. The sun was blazing, his umbrella providing a little relief from the oppressive rays. He peeked over the edge of his book as he turned the page, scanning the beach for his friends. Kaminari and Sero were in the water, splashing away at one another like the idiots that they were. Mina was nowhere near them—instead she was chatting to the lifeguard,his lifeguard. What the hell? They were both laughing at whatever the redhead said, Mina wiping tears away from her eyes. He huffed, turning another page. Since when did she get so chummy with him anyway? He caught motion out of the corner of his eye, and he looked up to see Mina pointing at him and the lifeguard’s face turning bright red. Huh? He quickly averted his eyes, not wanting to be caught staring. 

His mind was reeling with the possibilities of what they could have been talking about. Did Mina somehow catch him looking at the lifeguard last time they were all at the beach? Was she warning him to look out for his wandering eyes? Or, was Katsuki’s deepest fantasies of the man being into men slowly becoming true? Not that he could go over and ask him, of course. That would just be too weird. He closed his book, mind too preoccupied with the what ifs to be able to focus on the pages. Whatever. That was cool. He could just take a nap and work on his tan. Responsibly, of course. And if he put on a show, lathering himself up with sunscreen as he caught the lifeguard looking over his way again as he and Mina talked, well, that would be his secret to keep. Once he made sure he was nice and covered, he set an alarm on his phone and spread his towel out outside of the protection of his umbrella, ready to allow himself to catch some rays and let his mind wander away into daydream territory, the big red himbo center stage of his fantasies. A smirk was on his face as he closed his eyes, drifting off quickly. 

~~~

Katsuki awoke with a start, confusion taking hold of him as he tried to place why he was so forcefully woken up. His alarm had never done this to him before. The brain fog of sleep quickly escaped him as the panic began to set in, his mind and body catching up to the reason he was awake. Frigid water enveloped him, the waves cresting over him, threatening to pull him over. He was in the fucking ocean. What the actual fuck? When did this happen? How did this happen? 

The answer as to how came in the form of Kaminari’s idiotic laugh, telling him to “loosen up” and to enjoy the beach like a “normal person.” He and Sero snickered, swimming circles around him as he tried to keep the full panic at bay, more intent on keeping himself afloat rather than committing murder. The secret he had kept from his friends was that he didnot know how to swim. Why would he ever learn, when he was terrified of water in the first place? 

Another wave came, pulling him under and further away from his friends. What was the word that they always said to watch out for when swimming? Oh yeah, riptides. Unluckily for Katsuki, it seemed like he was captured in one as he was pulled further and further from his friends. The waves were unforgiving, cresting over him as the current below the surface continued to pull him under. He flailed his arms, trying to gain some sort of purchase in the water, but failing miserably. This was it—this was how he was going to die. Death by his friends’ stupid antics. 

His heart was racing in his chest, both from the exertion to stay afloat and the panic that was settling into his very bones. Shudders ran through him, the feeling of the water encapsulating him causing him to clench his jaw. It felt slimy; it felt gross; it felt worse than a shower ever did. He could feel fish rubbing against his legs and feet as he kicked them, trying to tread the water. Another sharp pull of the current brought him underneath the murky water, the salt stinging his eyes and his lungs being filled with water as he accidentally swallowed instead of holding his breath. Was this really it? Was he going to die by the one thing he was terrified the most of? Maybe it was a mistake to not have told his friends about his phobia—maybe if he had told them, he wouldn’t have been put into this life-or-death situation like he was. His pride would have been wounded, sure, but better to have damaged pride than no life. 

He heard a whistle blowing in the distance, though it was muffled by the water that was clogging his ears. He closed his eyes, the burning in his lungs becoming too much as he tried and failed to cough up all of the water that he had swallowed. His movements became more and more sluggish the longer he was out in the water as his body became tired from fighting the water. Just as he started to sink further, all fight leaving him, strong arms wrapped around his midriff, pulling him out of the water and onto a hard board. He felt, rather than saw, him and his rescuer moving what he hoped was toward the sand rather than further out. 

It felt like hours before they stopped even though he knew it was mere minutes. His knight in shining armor gently removed him from the board and pulled him against his muscular chest, which Katsuki was not complaining about one bit, even if his lungs felt heavy, his head foggy, and body overall shaking. His back met the warmth of the sand, which set off another round of shivering. He could hear muffled shouts and cries around him, but he could not pinpoint what exactly was being said. He just knew it was hard to breathe and he was pretty sure at least a fourth of the ocean was currently residing in his lungs. 

It became increasingly more difficult to breathe as his nose was pinched shut, which frustrated Katsuki to no end. First the ocean tried to kill him, and now something else? Can’t a man catch a break? Something soft and warm pressed against his mouth, forcefully pushing air into his lungs, which triggered a coughing fit. His eyes bugged open as he turned to his side, coughing hard and hacking out all the seawater that had been trapped inside him. He felt a warm towel being wrapped around his shivering form, a flash of red being caught in his peripherals. As the coughing fit subsided, the fatigue set in. He could have died. Holy shit. A small amount of shame also weaved its way into him—shame that he had to be rescued like some damsel in distress instead of being able to take care of himself. He shook his head, trying to dispel the thoughts and clear his ears of the stubborn water that was sticking around. His ears cleared out and he was immediately met with the sounds of roaring waves, seagulls squawking, and the hottest voice he had ever heard absolutely tearing into someone. 

“Do you even know how irresponsible you were being? There are reasons why you don’t fool around at the beach! You really put your friend in a lot of danger today!” Katsuki looked over to see the hunky lifeguard scolding the fuck out of Dunce Face and Sero, who both looked ashamed, as they should. 

“We didn’t know he couldn’t swim…” Kaminari started, but was cut off by the lifeguard. 

"Regardless, that still doesn’t mean you can drag someone, who issleeping, and throw him into the freaking ocean. How would you have liked it if someone would have done that to you?”

“I mean, I would have thought it was funny…” Sero trailed off, stopping as the sharp crimson eyes turned to him. 

“What part of ‘your friend could have died’ do you guys not fucking understand? You threw him into a rip current. All of you are lucky that I was able to get to him in time before he was pulled too far out.” Katsuki knew he probably shouldn’t be getting slightly turned on by the fact that his friends were being chewed out, but hearing someone defending him just did it for him. 

“I-it’s alright,” he croaked out, hating at how hoarse his voice sounded. “The idiots didn’t know, and I probably shouldn’t have fallen asleep without telling them to fuck off and leave me alone. Besides, you were there to help me.” The gaze turned over to him, still blazing with anger, but slightly softer as he took in Katsuki’s shivering form. 

“You’re really lucky I caught on to what your friends here were doing. I just wish I had been able to stop thembefore they got you into the water.” He sent another glare over at Kaminari and Sero, who sheepishly apologized before taking off to find wherever Mina had wandered off to. “Are you okay, though? Like for real.”

“I mean, I’m not gonna lie and say I’m not freaked out. I’ve got hydrophobia, so that was my worst nightmare come to life,” Katsuki admitted, ears burning bright as he told a total stranger his story. 

“Ah, that is rough. I was wondering why I’ve never seen you get in the water all the times you’ve been here with your friends. I just assumed it was because you didn’t know how to swim.”   

“Well, I don’t know how to swim. Kinda goes with the whole hydrophobia thing. Though, I’m alive, so maybe bodies of water aren’tas terrifying as I thought they were.” They arrived back at Katsuki’s belongings when the second half of his sentence registered with him. “Wait? All the times I’ve been here? Have you been checking me out or something?”

“Well, you’re easy on the eyes,” the lifeguard blushed, face turning as red as his hair. “But don’t act like I haven’t seen you looking me over every time you’ve been here too.” Oh shit, he had been caught. A yell in the distance made the lifeguard look over to an equally beefy man with silver hair who was motioning him to come over to the chair. 

“Hey, I gotta get going, but can I give you my number? I’d really like to take you out for dinner some time, if that’s alright with you? “ He could tell the other man was shooting his shot, and Katsuki would be damned if he turned down such an opportunity. 

“Sure,” he said, handing over his phone for the redhead to put his name and number in. “On one condition, though.”

“And that would be?” he asked with a quirked up eyebrow, handing the phone back over to Katsuki, who gave him a wolf-like smile. 

“Dinner is good, but only after swimming lessons.” The redhead—Kirishima—laughed, clapping him on the shoulder with a huge grin on his face. 

“Sounds like a plan to me, man!” He hit his fists together in a weird pose before running off to join the silver-haired man at the lifeguard post. Katsuki got himself re-settled on his towel, book in hand. As he let himself get lost in the pages once again as they all finished out their beach trip, he was thankful for his phobia for the first time ever. And, he was looking forward to his swimming lessons.