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☆ The End (of Summer) || Kiribaku Fanfiction ☆

        hi, there! i've never written anything before, nevertheless read or even dabbled with fan fiction as a whole, but my friend wanted me to try writing something, so after a month of working on it every now and then, i finally finished it! i wanted to really put my "veteran animal jam role-player" self to the test, so i eventually popped this out! i really, really, really hope you like it. i specifically made this account to post this and i'm not sure if i'll work on more fan stories or personal work, but have this for now ('｡• ᵕ •｡') ♡

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 Bakugou was leaning back against the railing that separated the beach's sand and the sidewalk, his hands shoved aggressively inside his jean pockets. Kirishima was next to him awkwardly, he was dressed in pretty casual clothing, a denim jacket that he’d borrowed from Kaminari draped over his broad shoulders. He was checking his phone nervously and scanning the people walking past them, twiddling his thumbs with impatience. Where are you, Kaminari? Kirishima had suggested that the three of them should hang out at the boardwalk before summer ended, but, due to some extra classes Kaminari had to attend in order to pass his second year, Kirishima had insisted on waiting for Kaminari, not wanting to leave his less academically-gifted friend behind. Kirishima and Bakugou had arrived on time, but Kaminari hadn't shown up yet and Bakugou's rope was at its end. Right before Bakugou, who was at this point shaking with annoyance, was about to bark at Kirishima and ask whether Kaminari was going to show up or not, Kaminari came skipping across the crosswalk, a wide grin plastered on his face. Thank the gods, Bakugou was about to bite my head off! 

        Once Kaminari was completely on the other side of the crosswalk, he spoke, "Hey, guys! Sorry I'm late, I got the directions you sent me all mixed up an-"

        "Shove it, loser! Let's go get something to eat, I'm freaking starving!" Bakugou snapped before turning around and trudging towards the entrance of the boardwalk. Kirishima swore he could see curls of smoke coming out of Bakugou's ears.

       Kaminari let out a whimper and seemed to instantly be drained of all of his usual positive energy, "Man, that's cold, Bakugou," he whined, his lips now pursed into a pout as he turned to Kirishima, who had ignored Bakugou's lashing out.

       "Glad to have your company, man, let's go eat!" Kirishima said, patting Kaminari cheerfully as a way of reassuring his friend, "Cmon, man, you should be used to this by now," he said, his voice now at a more hushed volume, elbowing him softly as the two boys followed after their ill-tempered friend.        I know Bakugou's a super tough guy to get along with, but you're smarter than this, Kaminari, Kirishima thought, maybe not when it comes to academics, but still!        Kaminari seemed to bounce back after his friend's comforting reassurance, his posture now back to normal and his eyes lively once again. Before he could thank Kirishima, however, Bakugou turned his head and stopped, causing Kaminari to bump into him and stumble.

       "What're you two punks mumbling about back there, huh?" he said, grabbing Kaminari by the collar and shaking him like a toy, his brows more furrowed than ever now. Kaminari yelped and put his hands up in front of himself, waving them about. Kirishima sighed, rolling his eyes and putting his hand on Bakugou's shoulder. Cmon!

       "Chill out, Bakugou! Let's try to have some fun here, alright?" he said, "Put Kaminari down and let's go find something to snack on or something. What's with you tonight?" he asked, his gaze now more concerned than annoyed. It was hard to focus in general without raising your voice, the yells of people of all ages having fun and the flashing neon lights of the pier causing almost anyone’s brain into a whir.

       "Fine." Bakugou grumbled, setting Kaminari down before being caught by Kirishima. He shrugged his shoulders and turned around, holding up his hand as a signal for Kirishima and Kaminari to follow him, "Cmon, you two, I don't have time for this crap,” he sighed as Kirishima and Kaminari exchanged worried looks. 

       After a moment, the two boys quickly brushed themselves off before following close behind Bakugou, both of them now worried to tick him off again if they fell too far behind. Kirishima was lost in thought as they walked behind Bakugou, staring at the well-worn wooden planks below him.        Something's wrong. Sure, Bakugou is always a jerk, but he hasn't grabbed anyone like that over something so small since we'd first met back in our first year at U.A, Kirishima thought anxiously, I'll ask him about it later, though. I don't want to ruin the mood, especially with-

       "You okay, man? You seem stressed as hell," Kaminari asked, making Kirishima flinch. His brows slightly furrowed with concern as he consciously made sure not to accidentally bump in Bakugou again with his eyes distracted.

       Kirishima blinked and chuckled, caught off guard by Kaminari's sudden question, "Y-yeah! I'm just thinking about what teachers we'll have once school starts up again. I haven't checked yet. There’s so many possibilities!" He said, rubbing the back of his neck and giving Kaminari a fake smile. Honestly, Kirishima was more utterly confused than stressed at this point.

       "If you say so!" Kaminari said peppily, giving a small shrug and trying to focus his eyes back in front of him, which didn’t last long due to the distracting noises and bright lights "You know, Bakugou, the pier only has a small Takoyaki stand, right?"

       "Of course I do, idiot!" Bakugou barked, "That's why we're here,” he huffed, looking at Kirishima and Kaminari out of the corner of his eye, his hands fumbling through his small wallet, "Three things of Takoyaki and three colas," he said, his tone now more monotone as he gave the man at the booth the money. Why is he buying our food? Kirishima thought, something's definitely wrong if he's being this nice!

       The three boys sat down on a worn-out bench, the cement colored paint chipped and scratched with age. Kirishima stared down at the little box of Takoyaki, the heat of the food making his pants damp. Kaminari looked just as blank as Kirishima did, zoning out as he chewed slowly, trying to focus more on the busy scenery then Bakugou’s weird attitude. Bakugou opened his drink, the sharp sound of the metal bringing both of the boys back to their senses. 

       “Why’re you two idiots so quiet all the sudden? You guys are always loud as hell, even when you’re eating,” Bakugou asked, taking a swig from his can and glaring at his two friends, his brow furrowed as always as he eyed the two boys.

       “N-no reason, man!” Kirishima and Denki both stammered at the same time, flinching at the sound of Bakugou’s voice. They looked at eachother, a bit puzzled, before turning back to Bakugou to meet his now ticked off expression. 

       “So you’re going to play it that way, eh? Jeez, you couple of losers are unbelievable sometimes,” Bakugou growled, exhaling loudly and standing up, tossing his food scraps into a rusty trash can before rubbing the back of his neck. 

       He eyed the two boys, his gaze moving from Kirishima, to Kaminari, then back to Kirishima before shoving his hands in his jean pockets and turning around, glaring at the wooden planks below him. Usually, he would've yapped his head off by now and caused a ruckus, Kirishima thought, utterly puzzled, why is he so calm? Kirishima looked over at Kaminari, he looked like he was thinking the same exact thing. Kirishima got off the bench and sighed, tapping lightly on Bakugou’s shoulder to get his attention. 

       “Hey, Bakugou, is there something you want to talk about?” He asked softly, making sure to still sound a bit assertive so Bakugou wouldn’t shake the question off so easily like he usually did when it came to personal stuff, “I’m here for you, man, you’re my best buddy,” he said as Bakugou turned around, bracing himself for the blonde to bark in his face like usual. The bright, neon lights of the ferris wheel and carnival games contrasted with the two boys’ facial expressions. Aren’t we supposed to be having fun?

       Bakugou didn’t yell or scream, though, “I’m fine, Kirishima.” he said flatly.        Kirishima flinched when he saw Bakugou’s expression. His face was eerily serious, almost as if all of his excess aggression had subsided. Behind him, he heard Kaminari say something along the lines of “I’m going to find a bathroom!”, before he heard his friend’s footsteps fading away as he ran off. Bakugou’s face looked almost pained, but it was buried by his efforts to look irritated as always. Bakugou always had trouble showing his more vulnerable side, usually covering up his emotions with layers of aggression and brashness. A brief moment of silence passed of just Kirishima looking dumbfounded at his friend, trying to decipher what Bakugou was feeling at the moment. 

       Finally, Kirishima spoke, “Do you want to go watch the sunset at the end of the pier? It’s always the prettiest around this time,” he asked, his tone more uplifting than worried now. Maybe taking him to a more peaceful spot would make him feel better, Kirishima thought hopefully, it's worth a shot if I’m going to get a peep out of him! 

       “Whatever. Sure, I guess.” Bakugou mumbled, his expression now back to it’s usual bitter scowl as he let out a dramatically exasperated sigh. 

       He rolled his shoulders in an attempt to appear more aloof and nonchalant as he followed Kirishima down the pier to the lookout spot, grumbling to himself as the old wooden boards creaked below them. In reality, Bakugou had a lot on his mind and he didn’t know how to express it, like usual. He liked to think to himself that he was grounded and in touch with his feelings, but it was actually the complete opposite. Kirishima was always on his mind, almost as much as Izuku, but it wasn’t in a competitive rivalry sense; it was more of a personal reason, unlike Izuku. Kirishima knew him more on an emotional, sentimental level, the loud and feisty redhead being the first person Bakugou had considered an equal when they both first enrolled at U.A all those seasons ago. Both of them had a much deeper relationship, much more than just two classmates and Bakugou had just now opened up his mind to that fact. The two boys had always been there for eachother, whether it was providing the other with encouragement and support, or motivation to become greater heros, they had always kept a strong bond. Bakugou’s mind was whirring like a hornet nest, as if all of these thoughts and feelings were playing on repeat like a broken VHS. He wanted to be more than friends. He’d never ever felt such a powerful bond until he’d met Kirishima and he wasn’t used to that. Since he’d always been too caught up in his own head to even think about romance, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to hold Kirishima in a warm embrace, or hold him in a chokehold and shake him like a limp ragdoll for causing him so much emotional turmoil. Because of his dramatically inflated ego, usually he wouldn’t be caught dead letting his guard down, but now he wasn’t sure if that even mattered at this point. He flinched as Kirishima’s familiar voice pulled him back to reality. 

       “Isn’t this amazing? Look at it!” Kirishima chirped, grabbing Bakugou’s hand as he dragged him closer to the railing for a better view of the setting sun, the sounds of the lively carnival gradually fading away as Kirishima led him down the pier. 

       “S-sure.” Bakugou said, fumbling with his words as if he was trying to juggle them. Jeez. He felt the tips of his ears grow warm as Kirishima’s strong hand pulled him closer, closer to him. He studied Kirishima’s face, the golden light making him look like he was glowing. I wish I could tell you, Kirishima.

       “You alright?” Kirishima asked Bakugou, glancing at him with bright, curious eyes, “Do you have a fever or something? Your face is all flushed, man!” He said, tilting his head to the side, his face now more worried and concerned than puzzled and confused. Bakugou could see his reflection in Kirishima’s eyes, causing the blush from his ears to slowly creep to his cheeks when he realized he was practically staring at his “friend”.

       “N-no, you freakin’ dumbass, I don’t have a fever!” Bakugou barked with annoyance, jumping back like an angry cat and grumbling at Kirishima.        Bakugou thought whether Kirishima was playing dumb on purpose or not, he probably knew the real reason why Bakugou’s face was warm to the touch and that ticked him off more than anything. He definitely knows what he’s doing.

       Bakugou scoffed and rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze trailing away from Kirishima out of embarrassment. What a cheesy loser. He saw Kirishima sneakily scooch closer to him, causing Bakugou to twitch.

       “Cmon, man, enjoy this dope sunset with me, I think that it’s pretty manly!” he chuckled, his voice’s pitch high with enthusiasm. He leaned closer to Bakugou, pouting his lips playfully. After a moment of trying to lighten the mood, Kirishima breathed in deeply and looked up at Bakugou, his gaze now softening. He hoped that the calming atmosphere of the sunset would help him confront Bakugou, the soft call of seagulls and the smell of the ocean enveloping the two boys like a blanket as they both looked towards the warm-colored horizon. Cmon, Bakugou, talk to me, dude!

       “Hey, Bakugou, are you ever afraid?” Kirishima asked softly out of nowhere, his gaze still fixed on the setting sun as if he was lost deep in thought.        “A-afraid? Afraid of what exactly?” he asked, trying his hardest not to sound so intimidating and annoyed.        Afraid? Of course I’ve been freakin’ afraid! Ugh, calm down and try to listen for once without yapping your head off at him. He knows I’m not good at this crap. 

       “Just... In general. Afraid of what lies ahead for us and everything,” Kirishima began, “Not necessarily afraid about being the best hero you can be and all, I just mean like- how you’ll have to adapt and everything. It’s a big responsibility and sometimes I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do it.” I hope you know what I mean, just this once, Bakugou.        “You’ll be able to, just go with the flow of things. Don’t overthink it,” Bakugou began, “Do you remember when you were talking to Denki, Sero, and I about your quirk’s disadvantages last year? It was right before the incident at Kamino.” Bakugou asked softly, lowering his head so it was level to Kirishima’s gaze. 

       He gritted his teeth as he remembered what had happened at Kamino all that time ago, the broadcasting of All Might’s retirement shaking the entire world and changing it nonetheless. That event had affected both of them- no, the entire world. Bakugou pushed those memories away, the suppressed thought of him being the reason for All Might’s defeat making him want to gag. If it wasn’t for the comforting and serene surroundings, he’d probably be sweating by now about mere mention of Kamino. He was right about this spot being calming, huh, ain’t that something.        Damn, he really must be hurting if he’s willing to bring up Kamino again. “Mhmm, what about it? Your manly words were what helped me develop my “Red Riot: Unbreakable” move!” Kirishima said enthusiastically, his body seeming to relax a little bit, the nostalgia of last year lighting up his red eyes once again. Man, all of that seems like it happened just yesterday!        “I can guarantee that you can get through anything life throws at you as long as you genuinely have faith in yourself. All of us have grown so much in the past years and I have confidence in our success, even when we’re out of school.” Bakugou said, putting his hand on Kirishima’s shoulder and smiling softly. 

       I’m guessing it’s my turn to help you out, since you’ve always been the one that was keeping me in line and what not. Isn’t that sort of funny, eh? 

       “I-I, um-” Kirishima looked almost bewildered at Bakugou’s encouraging words, his expression looking like he had just seen a ghost.        “D-did I say something wrong?” Bakugou sputtered, flinching as his hand unconsciously gripped Kirishima’s shoulder out as some sort of reflex.        “No, of course not, man! I know that you’ve chilled out a lot since our first year, but I didn’t expect you to pull off something like this!” Kirishima beamed, chuckling softly and wiping away his eyes with his jacket sleeve, fearing that he’d begun crying from being emotionally moved by Bakugou’s motivational words. Jeez, Bakugou, you really have grown up since our first year at U.A!        “W-what?” Bakugou said as if he was offended, pulling his hand away and turning away from Kirishima, grumbling in embarrassment, “I-I have no idea what you’re talking about, shitty hair, I’m always calm and collected as hell.” He growled, his face now all flushed again. I might have as well been blowing smoke up his ass at this point!        Kirishima almost immediately burst out laughing and leaned against Bakugou, his face pink from giggling, “Man, you really are something, Bakugou, huh?” He sighed happily. After a moment of silence, Kirishima perked up and put his hand on Bakugou’s shoulder and turned him so Bakugou was face to face with him once again. Kirishima took a deep breath before he continued, “Enough about me and my troubles, what is up with you tonight?” He asked, tilting his head as he looked at his temperamental friend.        “W-what? What are you talking about, you idiot?” Bakugou asked, his face turning even more red as he faced Kirishima, “I have no idea what you’re on, you must be imagining things.” he muttered, looking away from Kirishima, all flustered-like. This idiot can be too observant for his own damned good sometimes.        Ah, there’s the Bakugou I know. Kirishima tried smiling reassuringly, hesitantly rubbing Bakugou’s shoulder in an attempt to calm Bakugou down. “You can talk to me about anything, man, I promise I won’t judge you no matter what you have to say or do.”        Bakugou felt his throat tighten up with emotion as he dug his fingernails into the soft, worn wood of the pier’s railing, his knuckles turning pale from the tension. It was as if his heart had finally popped like an egg in a microwave. At this point, Bakugou had lost all of his patience, or whatever was actually left of it, feeling as if all of his thoughts and emotions had finally bubbled over the edge in violent waves. He had so many feelings swirling around in his brain, he felt almost nauseous as he felt his entire body go into lockdown. Was it anger, denial, self-loathing, fear, or all of the above? He inhaled sharply, with his face now almost as red as Kirishima’s spiked-up hair and damp with sweat, he let it all out. All of the confusion. All of the tension. All of the fear and resentment. All of it.

       “I-I want to be more than damned friends, Kirishima! I-I think- I’m not sure? I don’t know! I mean, I think I know what I’m trying to say? Again, I’m not so sure. I just hope-” Bakugou had fallen to his knees, huffing and puffing as he sat there, shaking.        He had ended up choking on his saliva halfway through his confession, so he was now coughing with his hand over his mouth, his pupils now shrunken and thin. He could feel everyone’s eyes digging into him like a knife, which just made everything five times more humiliating for poor Bakugou. This is really freakin’ bad.        “Woah, woah, woah, there, dude! I have no idea what you’re trying to say, so just hang on a moment- oh, God, Bakugou!” Kirishima yelped, dropping to his knees as well and holding his hands up as if he wanted to help him, but he sort of just froze in shock as he tried to process everything that was going on. After a second of quick thinking, he decided to just help Bakugou up as if he was really drunk and guide him to a more quiet place, away from suspecting eyes. Bakugou was still coughing once they were alone, hiding his face in his t-shirt in sheer embarrassment. This couldn’t have gone worse, Bakugou thought angrily, good going, Bakugou!

       “Fucking dammit.” Bakugou cursed shakily under his breath, clearing his throat and refusing to face Kirishima. His friend had helped him sit down below the pier, hoping that the waves would drown out any coughing, yelling or crying that Bakugou would have to let out. This is actually terrible.        Kirishima knew very well not to touch or speak to Bakugou after a big blowout, but this? He had no idea whether he’d have to ask him right away so he wouldn’t feel like a burden, or ignore him for the time being because of embarrassment. He decided to just bite his tongue and ask him if he was okay.        Instead, Bakugou surprised him by speaking first, “You actually did hear what I said, didn’t you, Kirishima?” He asked muffledly, staring at the horizon as he had his arms crossed over his propped-up knees.        “I- yes. Yes, I did,” Kirishima stammered. He caught a bit off guard, leaning forward and cautiously looking over at his ash blonde friend, his usually sharp eyes soft and sympathetic as ever, “Well, honestly I-”        “You’re probably disgusted now, huh? A guy like me liking another man! That isn’t even allowed here. It probably makes me look weak and soft- you know how it is-”

       “Bakugou, it’s fine,” Kirishima said firmly, grabbing Bakugou’s face between his palms and making him face him, “It’s fine, Katsuki.” he said firmly, yet softly. He saw that Bakugou was crying at this point and he wiped away his tears with his thumbs, eventually bringing him into a hug. You are full of surprises.        Bakugou let out a wail and began crying into Kirishima’s shoulder, a violent shudder running up his spine and throughout his body as he began sobbing uncontrollably. His strong hands were holding Kirishima’s back, his quirk accidentally activating and sending small sparks all over the place as he cried. Kirishima ignored the burning and inhaled sharply, not wanting to stress out Bakugou even more by activating his own quirk. Both of the boys just sat there, holding each other in complete silence, the only sounds being Bakugou’s coughs and sniffling. I wonder what’s going through his head right now, both of them thought. Kirishima began slowly rubbing Bakugou’s back, his sobbing slowly getting quieter and quieter as he did so. Kirishima was shocked, but not surprised when Bakugou had literally exploded at him. Him and Bakugou being more than just friends had always been a thought swirling around in his head. Kirishima had never really thought about it too hard, because to Kirishima, something like that wasn’t something that he would worry about. Unlike Bakugou, who wasn’t in touch with his feelings, it was easier for Kirishima to sort of his thoughts, which was one of the things that made him and Bakugou such good friends. Sure, homophobia was definitely well in alive, especially in Japan where same-sex marriage wasn’t legal, but Kirishima had grown a little bit more than Bakugou had, so it wasn’t a big stresser for him. Kirishima always told himself that if he fell in love with someone, then that was that. He wasn’t afraid of the public eye because he was very true to his beliefs, unlike Bakugou, who was noticeably more unhinged than he was and cared much more about his ego and reputation than Kirishima did. Bakugou and Kirishima knew each other more than anyone else they knew, so it was obvious to Kirishima that something like might’ve happened eventually once it had finally occurred to Bakugou.

       After about three minutes of calming down his friend, Kirishima pulled away and put his hands on Bakugou’s shoulders. He winced when he saw Bakugou’s face, it was redder than Kirishima’s hair, swollen, puffy, and Bakugou’s nose was dripping with snot. Kirishima smiled softly and took off his jacket, using it as a towel to clean up Bakugou’s face. Just as he had begun dabbing the soft cloth under Bakugou’s eyes, Bakugou grabbed his hand gently and pushed it away.

       “T-thank you, for everything, I mean it.” He said, blushing softly and managing to give Kirishima the tiniest smile ever. 

       He sniffled and stared into Kirishima’s eyes, his smile growing just a little bit wider as he felt his heart swell with relief. It was as if all of the tension he’d been bottling up inside ever since they had arrived at the boardwalk had washed away completely.        “Of course, Bakugou.” Kirishima said, gently wiping down Bakugou’s puffy face, being careful not to accidentally poke him in the eye as he did so. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this emotional before, Kirishima thought as he ran the cloth over Bakugou’s chin and jawline. Once he’d finished, he sat back on the back of his calves and examined his work, “I think I did pretty well!”        Bakugou chuckled softly and exhaled deeply, wiping his cheek as another tear fell, “What now?” He asked after a moment of silence, leaning against the sandy slope and looking over at Kirishima curiously.        Kirishima laughed softly, smiling at Bakugou as he stood up and stretched before holding out his hand for Bakugou to grab, “Well, I didn’t answer to your confession, did I?” He said cheerfully, trying to lighten the mood as he raised an eyebrow at Bakugou.        “Yeah, you didn’t, you idiot,” Bakugou chuckled, grabbing Kirishima’s hand firmly as he pulled him up. He dusted himself off once he was on his feet, sand sticking to his clothing as he stood up.        “I’d love to.” Kirishima said gently, ruffling Bakugou’s hair playfully as he grabbed Bakugou’s hand and entwined both of their fingers together, guiding him up the concrete stairs to go back up to the boardwalk.

       “Y-you’re such a dumbass, you damned mook,” Bakugou coughed, blushing slightly as he followed the redhead up the small flight of stairs, their hands still interlocked as they eventually found themselves back at the entrance.        “Jeez, there you guys are!” Kaminari exclaimed, popping up like a mole as he got up from a bench, running over to meet his two friends, “Where were you two? I went to go piss, then I got back and you guys were gone!” He whined like a puppy, grumbling with obvious annoyance. He was about to continue babbling, but his eyes darted from Bakugou’s post-crying face, Kirishima’s jacket tied around his waist, and their hands clasped together and then he’d realized what had happened, “So it finally happened, huh?” He said, eventually smiling and looking at both of them curiously, his eyes lighting up again to their usual golden yellow.        “This moron knew about this all along?” Bakugou growled at Kirishima with shock and confusion, who burst out laughing with guiltiness and embarrassment.        “Yeah, I had a feeling that was what was bothering you so much,” Kirishima said, patting Bakugou on the back as he slowly processed what Kaminari had just said.        “Well, I’m glad that you two finally sorted that out! Let’s go on the ferris wheel or something, we haven’t done anything fun together yet,” Kaminari giggled as he put his hands on both Kirishima and Bakugou’s shoulders.        “Sounds good.” Both boys said, Kirishima smiling at Bakugou, who was also smiling for a change, “Let’s go, Bakugou!” Kirishima said energetically, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before dragging him after their yellow-haired classmate.