A Ghost Story

Kiribaku drabble

"Alright, gather 'round kids," Aizawa motions you his class to sit around to the bonfire. "Time to listen while I tell a ghost story."

"Tch," Bakugou chimes up, "we're not little fucking kids anymore."

"Then stop acting like one and shut up," Aizawa retorts. "Now, it all started…"

Kirishima scoots over closer to his buddy, Bakugou whispering. "Kinda silly right, ghost stories like we're back in Primary or something."

"It's stupid. I wish they'd just let us go back to our tents." He looks at his friend with a raised eyebrow. "Why, what you scared or something?"

"Tch, no," Kirishima scoffs, not wanting to admit the real reason he'd moved closer. "It's just colder out here and you give off more heat than most."

Bakugou just narrows his eyes at the weird comment but ignores it and turns back to the fire. 'Look at all these idiots,' he snickers in his head. The rest of their classmates looked so enamored with the story Aizawa was trying to shove down their throats. It wasn't even scary! More like a dumb urban legend aimed at keeping them from shacking up under the teachers noses.

"They say the man's hands had been cut off by a mob after he'd used his quirk to kidnap a girl. The authorities… "

"None of this is true right?" Kirishima quietly turns and asks his friend. It all seemed a bit too far-fetched to be true.

"Of course, it is," Bakugou tries not to snap and gain Aizawa's attention. "Guarantee this shit never actually happened."

"But how do you know?"

Bakugou rolls his eyes, "believe what you want dude. I'm sure it's all fake."

Things started heating up from there. Not only had the man been chased down by the mob of citizens, one hand cut off and the other mutilated, but after being caught the authorities held off on getting him medical treatment leaving him more disfigured. He languished in jail until his death a few years later and on his death bed, vowed to return and come after everyone who'd ever hurt him.

The students were all on edge waiting to find out what happened next. Kirishima had folded his legs up, with his arms wrapped around them. If Bakugou didn't know better the boy looked a little freaked out!

"Suspicious deaths started within a few months of the man's death, and they all had one thing in common…"

Bakugou hears Kirishima gulp hard, and chuckles inside at the fool.

"First the men in that mob, even police officers related to the arrest. Sometimes the deaths looked normal, accidents, while others disappeared. Soon enough, anyone that was a part of the situation feared they'd be next. Of course, not everyone believed it was the ghost of this man killing the people. They point out the natural deaths or accidents are nothing out of the norm and it's just a coincidence they were all related somehow. People die every day. But even now, believers say the man could return for more vengeance or maybe," Aizawa pauses for effect and stares at the girls in the audience, "to go after his original victims."

Kirishima shivers at the the idea. He didn't have anything to fear since he wasn't a girl, but what if this crazy ghost came after his friends? How the hell do you fight a ghost?!

Bakugou sees the angst in his friend's eyes, the light tremble, and seized upon the opportunity. He quickly places a hand on the man's shoulder. "Kiri!"

"What the fuck!" Kirishima jumps back, falling on his ass.

It sends Bakugou in a laughing fit. He bellows, holding his stomach, with tears cropping up in his eyes. "You should'a seen your face! Holy fuck! I can't believe that freaked you out so bad!"

Embarrassed beyond belief, Kirishima snaps at Bakugou and runs off to his tent.

"You're such an ass," Shouto jabs at Bakugou. "Sometimes you take it too far."

"I think it's time we all go to bed," Aizawa corals the group. "No lynching Bakugou tonight, come on," he prompts the students away.

"Tch!" Bakugou crosses his arms. They should know by now he's just fucking with them for fun. But left all alone, he starts to feel bad. "Agh!" He growls and stalks away.

When he reaches the group of tents, he hesitates. After what happened, had Kiri packed up and found somewhere else, or would he still share one with him? The dim light of a lantern told him it was the latter. Well either he could sleep under the stars tonight or just suck it up and go in. He finds Kirishima under his sleeping bag.

"Oi," he shakes the man. "Kiri, you still mad at me?" Silence. "Come on shitty hair you know I just like to mess with people, it's not to hurt you off."

"Well you did!" A voice broke free of the fabric, but the man beneath it stayed below.

"Kiri, don't be like this." Bakugou plops onto his own sleeping bag. "Look I'm…" he grits his teeth cause he couldn't believe he was about to say it. "I'm sorry. And don't expect me to say that again!"

He was still pretty angry at Bakugou, but he opens his eyes. The man had apologized to him. Bakugou never apologizes to anyone! "Since when do you care Katsuki? Should I believe you that you're sorry?"

"What the fuck, you think I'd apologize to just anyone?! How the fuck long have you known me Eijiro? I don't fucking care what people think."

That makes Kirishima sit up. He stares at Bakugou. "Then tell me why you're doing it now. Why the hell am I so special to get an apology from the great Bakugou?!"

Bakugou averts his eyes, mumbling incoherent words.

"I can't hear you. Look if your messing with me again, I'm going back to sleep." Kirishima starts to pull the covers back over him.

"I said cause I like you," but still his words were so quiet, Kirishima only caught the beginning.

"What?"

Bakugou snaps, "I said," but trails off at the end, "that I like you."

Kirishima blinks. Maybe his ears were broken. "Did you just say, you like me? I mean fine, alright, I thought of you as a friend too, even though you can be such an ass."

"I don't mean it like that," Bakugou corrects, but never elaborates further. "Look, just… are we good now?" Before Kirishima can respond, Bakugou turns over and faces away from him simply yanking the sleeping bag on top of himself haphazardly. He didn't want Kirishima to see his face turning red.

"Yeah, alright. I'll forgive you this time." Kirishima turns off the lantern and settled back into his sleeping bag. Bakugou was lucky he was in love with him, but he didn't need to know that yet.