Thread by @libelluleluci, There was this one guy who had kept on showing up recently [...]

There was this one guy who had kept on showing up recently during villain encounters that Bakugou would come across, and it was getting on his fucking /nerves/. https://twitter.com/libelluleluci/status/1263542094335037440

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Every scenario he came up with just made him even angrier. The guy could be a normal but dumb civilian with the worst luck.

He could be trying to be the hero he wasn’t by fighting off these guys himself and have to have his ass saved every time by Bakugou because he actually /was/ a fucking hero.

But Bakugou also wasn't stupid, he never had been.

He knew that this guy had been in this position with villains so much recently that it almost didn't seem by chance - so who was to say this idiot wasn’t some kind of big figure among villains, acting the victim so neither Bakugou nor anyone else would suspect him?

That was what gave Bakugou the most fuel to fight these villains, rougher than he usually did, raging adrenaline coursing through him whenever big eyes lit up when they caught sight of Bakugou once he arrived on the scene.

Did this guy wear eyeliner?

“THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE AGAIN, SHITTY HAIR?!” Bakugou snarled, a question he always asked and it got harsher each time. The guy opened his mouth to answer before he snapped his head to the side in alarm and yelped as he just about dodged a punch,

tripping to the ground instead. Bakugou grimaced, muttering a small curse before he bolted forward and reared a fist, firing it up before he punched the villain straight into the ground. The noise of the explosion made at the point of contact reverberated louder than he wanted,

and Bakugou rolled his eyes as he hoped civilians would rather stay away than come peeking. But then he blinked, because the guy was yelling at him, and it seemed like a flash where he managed to smack back an arm that connected with flesh, and a howl sounded. Time to go all in.

There were more of them than Bakugou had expected, not that he had much to go on, he'd just arrived after all. But it still wasn’t the most he had ever taken.

They seemed so /cocky/ from the way they always tore in recklessly without thinking but no-one could beat Bakugou in that field and he barely let any of them get a hit in, palms constantly sparking, limbs braced for any of them who got in close.

But in the middle of holding one up by their throat and getting ready to spark them out, his eyes caught sight of the guy. Because he was definitely holding his own.

Probably because these losers were already hashed up from Bakugou's doing, but the guy’s flurries of punches landed well, his amazingly sharp teeth were bared and his eyes were aglow as his Quirk,

something Bakugou had discovered the second time they'd run into each other like this, had him stronger, forcing the petty villains on their knees.

And with rocked cracks cutting through the guy's face as he grabbed a villain by his shirt, still with the fighting look in his eyes, his bared mouth suddenly looked more like a grin of pride. So bright and…genuine. Bakugou's heart thumped.

He shook his head as he tried to get back into action, though there wasn’t much left to clean out as one final explosion had the remaining knocked off their feet, and Bakugou was tying them up in no time.

A few moments of catching his breath and a phone call to the police later, Bakugou looked around for his intruding helper. But he couldn’t find anyone.

‘It’s for the best’, Bakugou thought silently, moving on top of buildings so he could avoid civilians and grabbing onto lamp posts to swing through gaps and jump to the next roof.

‘Didn’t need to waste time with him this time. Guess he finally got a braincell and realised I had it sorted.’

He took a break to sit on a ledge as he sighed to himself, leaning back. Thinking.

Maybe it was time to bring up this shitty-haired idiot to the police. No doubt other heroes must have encountered him too if Bakugou always did, and maybe there’d be a pattern.

Because sure, this civilian might have the ability to sometimes punch up bad guys and look beautiful doing it but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a threat.

“‘Look beautiful doing it’?! Fucking hell, get a /grip/,” Bakugou groaned to himself, smacking his forehead as he looked down, grimacing. It just definitely didn’t hurt, if the current bane of his existence was a looker.

“Ground Zero?”

Bakugou froze, accidentally kicking out as he tried to look down way too fast, and he was yelling out as he toppled over instead and there was nothing for his flailing arms to grab onto, all he could do was instinctively hook his legs over the ledge

so that he came to a stop when he was hanging exactly vertically upside down, and he didn’t even have time to be relieved because he managed to be face-to-face with what he’d just been thinking about.

Well. Reverse face-to-face?

“Woah,” the guy breathed out, eyes wide and pink dusting the bridge of his nose as he stared at Bakugou who was holding his breath instead, still trying to comprehend what the fuck was happening. “H-Hi.”

“Where in the living fuck did you go?” Bakugou said, trying to sound cold and commanding even though he was currently hanging upside down like a goddamn /bat/, and the guy blinked, mouth opening but then something was jumping up and licking the side of Bakugou’s face.

“Wha- no, down, girl!” the guy scolded, pulling the thing back as Bakugou stared in disgust like he'd just been /assaulted/, and the guy looked back at him sheepishly. “I was walking my dog when the villains came…I had to rush off to fetch her after.

I told her to stay and she did, she’s so good!”

“Well, tell her to never fuckin’ go near me again,” Bakugou grumbled as he rubbed his cheek, though when he looked back he felt his chest tighten seeing the guy smiling as he rubbed his cheek against the dog’s face,

eyes closed in content amusement. Fuck.

“Big bad hero doesn't mean that, baby, he knows you're a sweetheart!”

“What the fuck-”

“You’d love her, you would,” the guy said to Bakugou that time, still adamant on this and Bakugou scoffed, staring incredulously as he poked a finger into the guy's chest, hard.

“And tell me why I would when I don't even fucking like /you/. Do you even /know/ how much you aggravate me? If only you didn’t get your stupid ass in the most annoying situations then there wouldn’t even need to be a victim report. Fuckin’ shitty-haired bastard.”

The guy's eyes narrowed the tiniest bit at that, as if he was thinking. Then he said, “It’s Kirishima.”

“What?”

“My name.”

“Wow. Who the heck do you think you are? You’re fucking delusional if you think I’m gonna use your name.”

“Just thought you might want to one day, instead of the insults.”

“I was right. Straight-up delusion right there.”

Kirishima grinned, and it was strange to attach this guy to a name at all after so long, but Bakugou had to begrudgingly admit just to himself that it felt a little good.

Until he was bombarded with thoughts like ‘it’s probably not even his real one’, ‘he’s still a stranger’, ‘he's still someone you DESPISE’ and he scowled as he looked away, and Kirishima’s smile faltered.

“Bro?”

“Don’t fucking call me that. I ain't your bro.”

“I call everyone bro!”

“Gross.”

“Say what you wanna say, bro.

So what are you doing here? In front of my house?” Kirishima asked with furrowed eyebrows and Bakugou blinked, looking back at the small bungalow squished between buildings. This was this dunce’s house? “Were you looking for me?”

“Why the hell would I do that? Was glad you were gone. No-”

“Victim report,” they said in unison, and Kirishima was literally /sparkling/ when he beamed at Bakugou. “I got you. And jinx!”

“What.”

“Oh man, you broke the /jinx/. Something really bad’s gonna happen to youuu,” Kirishima warbled in the worst spooky voice ever, waving his dog about in a circle between their faces and he burst into snickers when Bakugou bared his teeth and snapped.

“Don’t kill me, big bad hero, I have a wife and kids!”

“Wait, you fuckin’ /what/,” Bakugou asked with more surprise in his voice than there ever had been and Kirishima shrugged, kissing his dog’s head.

“Well it’s more one kid, this big lug here, and the wife is definitely the life-size cutout of you in my kitchen.”

It was crazy the way relief rushed into Bakugou, but he still said, “I’m a fuckin’ man.”

Kirishima laughed in wonder, eyes lighting up. “/That’s/ what you focused on? Okay, husband then! I don’t actually have a cutout of you but I’ll get one, just you wait, and I’ll take it in a bag every time I go outside so I can show you whenever we meet on the streets aga-”

“Can you seriously shut your mouth? How aren’t you embarrassed by the words you’re spewing?” Bakugou asked in honest-to-God curiosity while really trying to ignore how hot his face felt and Kirishima’s grin was a little shier then but still coy as he hugged his dog to his chest.

“Sorry, sorry, I just…your reactions are fun.”

“The fuck’s that supposed to mean?!”

Kirishima held his dog up in front of his face when Bakugou looked like he was about to lunge again, and Bakugou growled low in his throat even though he had to retreat.

Kirishima beamed, peeking his head out from behind her.

“I just think you’re so cool, and seeing you when you’re not cool too makes you even cooler.”

Bakugou was a smart guy, and he was pretty certain none of that made sense. “The fuck.”

“Like as in - you’re a cool hero and a cool guy! You’re so clever and capable and collected and all," Kirishima said as he bent down to rest his dog on the ground, and the dog pattered away as Kirishima straightened up again and smiled at Bakugou.

And was it just him or was he even closer than before?

“So seeing you blush…”

Bakugou's eyes widened tenfold. “I don't fucking blush!”

Kirishima’s smile grew bigger at that as his eyes flicked up Bakugou's face and he didn't want to think about why. “It’s okay. I blush too.”

‘Well you’re fucking pretty when you do’, and Bakugou might’ve only kept that in his head but it must show all over his face as he grimaced, flush growing darker even though he still wasn’t ever in his right mind going to admit he was blushing.

But Kirishima was leaning in so close that Bakugou’s brain was going into overdrive instead, so he might’ve. But then it made him realise that Kirishima was trying to mess with his head, and it was fucking /working/.

It had his eyes widening, teeth gritting as he snapped right in Kirishima’s face, “/Villain/.”

Kirishima's eyes grew big, all ounces of dreaminess and playfulness gone from his face to make way just for alarmed confusion. “Huh? One here? Where?!”

“Could be one right in front of me,” Bakugou seethed lowly, though he blinked when Kirishima looked around frantically.

“Where, where?! I-I’ll fight!"

“Holy fuck, you’re just gonna make a whole charade of this, huh? No-one's that dumb,” Bakugou growled in disgust as he reached out and grabbed Kirishima’s shirt,

pulling him close so their noses almost crashed and he heard the sharp hitch of breath in Kirishima's throat.

Bakugou almost faltered for a moment, but before his blush rose he swallowed it down and snarled. “You better know I’m one of the best heroes in history.

And if you're about to think you're gonna get a hold over me to the point that you’ll be able to take me on then fucker, you will ALWAYS have another thing coming.”

And Kirishima only stared. Eyes so big, voice stammering but no words, barely any noises. And for some reason, he was even /redder/.

Then just when Bakugou was about to push him to the ground and get down from this fucking ledge, Kirishima took in a shaky breath, closed his eyes then opened them again so they were less wide. More sure, but Bakugou didn't know what he was sure of.

“I’m sorry.”

Bakugou blinked, the words sobering him a little but before he could open his mouth, hands were sliding over his head, over his mask as the tips of fingers threaded through Bakugou’s hair. Then his head was tugged, so the closeness became complete contact and lips met his.

And he went absolutely ballistic.

What the fuck was this? Kirishima messing with him? Playing to his disgusting charms, what, so he’d wear Bakugou down into submission? So he could take him back to whatever villain headquarters they had, and /destroy/ him?

He grimaced against the kiss, grabbing Kirishima’s shirt tighter and shaking the idiot about but Kirishima was so good at holding his stance that it was almost unnerving, neck hardening slightly under Bakugou’s thrashing

and God, Bakugou needed to /end/ this, he didn't care if an explosion would send Kirishima to a hospital if he…if…if he…

Kirishima’s hands were trembling.

And the ends of his fingers twisting in Bakugou’s hair were moving, so slow, almost like they were playing with the hair as if Kirishima couldn’t believe it was under his fingertips.

And despite all that, they were barely there.

Somehow, in a way that seemed respectful yet so tender, the feeling of Kirishima's hands on Bakugou’s skin was as light as a wisp as his thumbs traced over Bakugou’s cheeks, so gently that it managed to do something that made Bakugou still.

His hold on Kirishima loosened, and he was wide-eyed as he stayed there, still. The gentlest touch on his face and a feather-light brush over his lips.

“You’re not a villain, right?” Bakugou breathed out softly the moment their lips broke, more desperate now but he could barely hear himself over the blood rushing to his head for all kinds of reasons.

Kirishima shook his head, murmuring, “I swear,” and Bakugou wouldn't have believed him a second ago. But he'd never been treated this gently before. And now he just felt so dizzy.

“I don’t mean to make your job more difficult,” Kirishima said, eyes dropping as his voice got quieter, and Bakugou had wanted this apology for a while but that didn't mean he wanted it /now/, not when Kirishima had just been so playfully carefree

that even Bakugou might've wanted to smile under different circumstances, not when Kirishima had just /kissed/ him with no explanation, but like Bakugou was something precious. Not when Kirishima was still /holding/ Bakugou like he was something precious.

“Because you - you don't know how much I respect pro-heroes, I swear I do. There’s just something in my head that doesn’t let me not run into action if it means protecting someone.”

“Fuck's sake, you're a goddamn vigilante.”

“No! No, I’m not - I’m not trying to be a hero, man, I do some fighting here and there but nowhere near the hero level, but I mean…there's a reason you always only find me, you know? It's never just me to start with, I don't look for trouble.

But I just try my best to get other people out of it, just to be a good person, that’s all. I’m impulsive and I can't see people get hurt. That's literally it.”

“So you get the victims you see safe,” Bakugou muttered, and it did click in his head as Kirishima nodded, face lowered. “You save them.”

Kirishima’s head snapped up at that, eyes wide as he stared at Bakugou who just stared back, waiting for whatever reply Kirishima would give.

He didn’t expect the glassy eyes, or the twitching smile full of disbelieving pride. “W-Well, that’s…that's a nice way to put it…”

Why didn’t this utter loser become a hero? They needed to have some fucking words.

Well, Bakugou was enamoured by him now. Not that he wanted to be. Not that he wanted Kirishima to kiss him again, not that his chest felt restless and warm when Kirishima’s hands cupped his face tighter, not that he felt a small burst of ecstasy when Kirishima leant in again.

“D’you like me a little now, big bad hero?” Kirishima asked with a smirk after he pulled back, and Bakugou was so light-headed that all he could really do was grunt something that sounded mildly positive, quietly festering under how that smirk made him feel.

“A little…”

“You should get down, bro.”

“Fuck off.”

“Nah, I think you want me to stay.”

Scratch that. Bakugou hated him to death. Hated him so much that he grabbed his dumb shirt again and crashed their lips together before he passed out, and his delirious mind told him that Kirishima’s laugh against him was the best way to go.

— end