Thread by @berrryshima, For Day 1 of #krbkmonth2020Prompt: Strawberry𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬: [...]

For Day 1 of #krbkmonth2020
Prompt: Strawberry

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬:

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞;

“I think you’re pretty cool.”

Bakugou pauses mid-chew and shoots Kirishima a weird look. The redhead shrugging his shoulders in response. “I mean, you 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 kinda unmanly during our first training session with All Might, remember that?” He waits for no response. “But I think you’re pretty cool now.”

Bakugou scowls, feeling strangely defensive over what must be a whole-hearted compliment, and moves away.

“Was that weird?” Kirishima asks, apologetically smiling at him. “I just thought you had to hear it.”

“Why?”

“I…” Kirishima looks up at the clouds in thought. “I don’t know. I just wanted to tell you. Sorry, you already probably know that, so…” He hums a familiar tune and Bakugou frowns.

“You’ve been humming that for an entire week.” He says, poking the sliced strawberries in his packed lunch. “Stop it.”

“Oh.” Kirishima glows. “I didn’t think you’d notice.”

“Why the fuck wouldn’t I notice?” He grumbles. He hated strawberries.

“Can I?” Kirishima points, grinning as Bakugou passes the bento. “I love them.”

“I’m starting to think the hag is placing them for you to eat.”

“Why would she?” Kirishima popped the fruit in his mouth.

“I tell her not to put any because it just ends up going to you, but she still does.”

“You tell her about me?”

Again, Bakugou is silent, and Kirishima finds himself struggling to swallow the fruit.

“Hey, Bakugou.”

“What?”

“Would you happen to know my favorite color?”

“Red,” Bakugou answers quickly despite competing with no one, leaning over to grab his bento back. “I should cut my own fruit next time.”

“Bakugou.”

“What?! You keep calling me.” The blonde groans, irate as he looks at Kirishima. “Why the fuck are you so red!?”

“I just wanted to tell you that we should start eating in class, it’s June. It might rain soon.” Kirishima says, a nervous laugh trailing his statement. “It’s getting cloudy too.”

Bakugou rolls his eyes and looks at the sky. "Ok."

Kirishima feels his heart pick up.

I guess.

“Bakugou, don’t hate me.”

“Whatever. Just stop calling for my attention all the time.”

“No, I think…” Kirishima pauses, trying to calm his racing heart, rethinking the next words that would leave his mouth and ultimately deciding to push through it. “I like you.”

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧;

“CHEERS!” Kaminari, better known as Chargebolt, cries out. His mug of draft beer spilling over the top as he raises it high. “Here’s to Class A taking over the Top 50 charts!”

“You forgot the best part!” Jirou grins, her eyes twinkling.

“AH!” Kaminari hits his forehead. “And during the first 3 years of going pro too!”

“I think she meant your engagement, you idiot!” Sero laughs at him. “Isn’t that why we’re all gathered here?!”

“YES! THAT TOO!” The class laughs as Jirou tackles Kaminari down the table.

“Congrats you two!” Kirishima cries and the rest of the crowd follows in pouring the two with cheers. He lets the celebratory continue, making his way to the bar where Bakugou was nursing a drink.

For someone with shit tolerance for alcohol, he didn't hold back.

“Who knew these two would get married before Midoriya and Ochako, no?” Kirishima asks, coming up to the side, nudging Bakugou’s shoulder. “Do you know what’s up with that by the way?”

“You’re pretty eager for gossip for someone whose slogan preaches about manliness.” Bakugou rolls his eyes, bringing the bottle of beer to his lips.

“Tell me!” Kirishima whines, elongating his vowels. “I’m just curious! I thought they’d be the first.”

“What makes you think I’d know?” Bakugou takes another swig.

“Because you do.” He drinks again. "I know you and Midoriya have been sort-of-kind-of talking like friends now. It's all over the news."

"The media tends to exaggerate."

Kirishima pouts and Bakugou raises an eyebrow at him, sighing in annoyance. “Round face says she wants to finish funding her parents’ business before they’d talk about weddings. Deku agrees with her, he does have Inko and All Might to take care of.”

“See, I knew you knew.” Kirishima teases, his megawatt smile unchanging from years back.

"Shut up."

Kirishima guffaws and leans closer, Bakugou smells like strawberries. “Man, Bakugou. I kinda miss you.”

“Do I take that in the same way as when you confessed to me?”

“Come on, dude! That was like 7 years ago.” Kirishima groans, sipping the foam of his non-alcoholic drink, Strawberry too. “Stop bringing it up.”

“Why?” Bakugou drinks again and Kirishima pauses to take the bottle far away from the blonde.

“Cause it was humiliating. Don’t think I don’t remember you avoiding me for a week because of that.” Kirishima sighs, nursing a dull pain. “You could have just said no.”

“Yeah, but everything went back to normal, right?” Bakugou shrugs his shoulders, his eyelids already heavy.

Kirishima shrugs and smiles, turning to looks at his classmates, some leaner or bulkier than he remembers them to be, some looking to be more riddled with scars than he recalls & some sitting next to each other really close [oh, is that Todoroki and that loud guy from Shiketsu?]

“Kirishima.”

“Yeah?” He looks to the side, meeting Bakugou’s dazed look. “You good? Do you want to go home?”

“Do you still?” The blonde murmurs, sentence incomplete, but Kirishima knew what it meant.

“That’s embarrassing to admit.”

“So you do.”

“Do you?” Kirishima whispers. “This time, I mean?”

Bakugou furrows his eyebrows, looking at Kirishima with intense concentration, his face blotchy red and eyes a bit out of focus. “I always have.”

Oh.

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠.

“Katsuki.” Eijirou wakes from his nap as he feels the bed shift, looking at Katsuki with his eyes bleary but the concern in them evident. “Are you okay? Do you wanna lay back down? Are you feeling anything?"

"No, it's okay."

Katsuki strains to stand up from the hospital bed, trying not to be overwhelmed with the spine-chilling pain of his injuries. “It’s just a bullet.”

“A bullet which could have-” Eijirou doesn’t find himself able to finish the sentence. “Why didn’t you wait for Endeavor’s orders?”

“Endeavor? I’m not listening to him.” Katsuki grumbles. “Especially not when his strategy made no fucking sense.”

“Does this have something to do with Hagakure being, you know,” Eijirou gestures a circle on his gut. “Were you worried about Ojirou?”

“He wasn’t gonna come out of the shithole alive.” Katsuki massages his forehead temple and looks out the window. “-and my schedule is too packed to be visiting another funeral.”

Eijirou is careful to run his thumb across Katsuki’s knuckles, the action being worryingly repetitive bringing the blonde’s attention back to him.

“Hey,” Katsuki lifts Eijirou’s head. “Why are you crying, Ei?”

“I thought I’d lose you.” Eijirou presses his forehead on Katsuki’s forearm. “I knew you were gonna make it out of some surgery, I knew you wouldn’t want to die like that. But I was still scared.” He holds Katsuki’s hand.

“Eijirou,”

Katsuki runs his other hand through the redhead’s hair, “Don’t you end up in hospital beds more frequently than I do? This is normal hero work, you know that.”

Eijirou leans into the touch.

“And you know that this wouldn’t be the last, Ei.”

Katsuki brings their intertwined hands to his lips and leaves a kiss on each knuckle.

“I’ll listen to orders next time,” He whispers. “I’ll try to at least. So, trust me more, Ei. I’m stronger than this. I won't make you worry.”

Eijirou smiles, rubbing roughly at the tears that welled in his eyes. Katsuki leans in and kisses Eijirou, a strange look on his face as they part.

“Have you been eating strawberries?”

“I was stressed, ok?”

“So you eat strawberries when you’re stressed?”

“I guess I do now.”

Their serene moment is interrupted as the room’s door slid open, welcoming the noise in the hall as Katsuki’s assigned nurse enters with a metal clipboard, medical report attached. “Mr. Kirishima?”

“Yes?”

“I think she’s referring to me, Ei.” Katsuki scoffs.

“Ah. Of course, sorry. Still trying to get used to it.” Kirishima flashes him a silly grin.

“It’s been a year, idiot.”

Eijirou lips tremble in glee as he repeats the words, placing a chaste kiss on his husband's lips and stepping aside to let the nurse tend to her duties.

"I'll be here." Eijirou says, leaving the room.

"I know."

—end

Happy KRBK month everyone!

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