A/N I hope everyone is staying safe during the Coronacation! I've just been hanging out with my cats and repainting my room for the first time in twelve years! It's going from lime green to a light blue in case anyone was wondering. Anyway, here's a little Kiribaku drabble for you to enjoy while you're stuck at home. I've had this idea for a while, but now I have the time to write so here we are. Enjoy, and please leave some feedback if you liked it!
All of class 1-A sat on the benches outside of the locker room, waiting in anticipation for their next classmate to emerge. They were finally getting their hero costumes, and none of them could wait to see what their peers had come up with. Suddenly, the door to the locker room burst open loudly, slamming against the wall with a bang. Denki Kaminari waltzed through the threshold, blowing kisses to his friends and throwing a thumbs up to Kirishima when Mina blew one back.
"Aw yeah! Let's go my dudes!" Kaminari rubbed his hands together eagerly. "So, how'd ya like it?" Sero whistled from the back of the crowd, whooping loudly as a sign of bromanship. Kirishima gave him a blinding smile, showing off his surprisingly sharp teeth.
"You look great Kami!" He yelled. Kaminari grinned at him. After taking one final bow, Kaminari left the makeshift stage and went to sit with Kirishima, on the left side of course, because his right was occupied by none other than one Katsuki Bakugou. Bakugou scoffed. Those two were so noisy. Shitty hair was alright, but Pikachu was just too much for a sane human to handle. But since Kirishima's so damn nice, he instantly clicked with the electric idiot. Busy with his grumbling, Bakugou nearly gasped out loud when Kirishima nudged him with his elbow.
"Hey Bakubro, I'm gonna go in now. Root for me, kay?" Kirishima smiled sweetly, clapping Bakugou on the shoulder. Bakugou glared at him. He had no reason to smile at him like that. It was annoying and confusing. Bakugou still had no idea why Kirishima felt the need to hang out with him all the time; it's not like he was easy to handle or fun to be around. But no, he insisted on becoming friends with the fiery blond and declared that they were best friends. Katsuki had never had a best friend before, unless you counted Deku (but that was more of a one-sided relationship), but if this was what having a best friend was like, maybe he could tolerate it (not that he would ever admit it). Something about Kirishima was intriguing; it made Bakugou angry whenever he thought about it.
Apparently Katsuki had been thinking for longer than he realized, because the class suddenly erupted into cheers once again. Bakugou looked up from the patch of ground that he was furiously staring at, only to lock eyes with a basically half-naked Kirishima; and damn did he look good. Bakugou felt his jaw drop. Kirishima was clad in just a pair of black pants, boots, and a weird-ass belt with a cape. It took Bakugou a minute to realize that Kirishima actually had something on his chest, some sort of ugly string attached to two cogs or some shit. Bakugou didn't have the mental capacity to figure anything out at the moment.
Fuck. How the hell are his abs so chiseled?!
Katsuki blinked. "The fuck…" he mumbled under his breath. Why does he look so damn attractive? Bakugou clamped his mouth shut. Attractive? When did that happen? Katsuki Bakugou does not find his friends attractive. Except now he does.
Kirishima had started posing for the class, flexing his well-muscled biceps and laughing good-naturedly at the looks on some of the scrawnier guys' faces (namely Mineta). Bakugou felt his face flush, and he growled angrily. This attracted the attention of the boy beside him; Kaminari had felt the need to scooch his chair even closer to Bakugou then it had been before, so that they were nearly touching. Kaminari paused in his hearty catcalls and turned to face the blond. His eyebrows furrowed as Bakugou bit his lip in obvious frustration. Kaminari tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey Bakugou! You good man? You look a little, I don't even know…weird?" Bakugou snapped his head the other way, completely avoiding eye contact with the other blond.
"Fuck off moron. Use your brain cell for something other than staring at me." He snarled, crossing his arms. Kaminari looked a little taken aback, and slightly hurt, but he shrugged it off, and after a moment he went back to cheering for his friend.
Bakugou was still having a crisis. Fuck me. Why is he so hot?! Bakugou buried his burning face in his hands, trying to keep the image of a shirtless Kirishima from imprinting into his brain (too late, it already had). He'd never had such a visceral reaction to someone. Granted he did look at the girls, but none of them really interested him enough to warrant attention, not like Kirishima did. Bakugou always knew he was good looking and was the kindest damn thing known to mankind, but some part of his mind locked away the "oh no he's hot" aspect of him. At least until now. "Shiiiitt…" he murmured. This can't be happening. I can't be falling for him. He's my damn classmate, and my…best friend. Bakugou sighed angrily, closing his eyes and rubbing them roughly.
"-ugou. Bakugou!" Bakugou looked up into the worried face of his best friend and resident class 1-A hottie (in Bakugou's eyes. That damn icy hot bastard isn't worth anything). "How'd I do?" He asked, grinning like he'd just won the lottery. Bakugou took a deep shuddering breath and ran a hand through his hair.
"You were good."
A/N Thanks for reading! I hope you guys enjoyed my little drabble. If any of you are here from my Makoharu fic, Closing the Gap, I'll be updating that once I finish painting and get my room set up again (I'm currently in the basement lol). Once again, thank you and stay safe!