For Day 1 of #krbkmonth2020
Prompt: Strawberry

๐“๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐ž ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ฐ๐›๐ž๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ:
๐…๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐‰๐ฎ๐ง๐ž ๐›๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐‰๐ฎ๐ง๐ž;

โ€œI think youโ€™re pretty cool.โ€
Bakugou pauses mid-chew and shoots Kirishima a weird look. The redhead shrugging his shoulders in response. โ€œI mean, you ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ kinda unmanly during our first training session with All Might, remember that?โ€ He waits for no response. โ€œBut I think youโ€™re pretty cool now.โ€
Bakugou scowls, feeling strangely defensive over what must be a whole-hearted compliment, and moves away.

โ€œWas that weird?โ€ Kirishima asks, apologetically smiling at him. โ€œI just thought you had to hear it.โ€
โ€œWhy?โ€

โ€œIโ€ฆโ€ Kirishima looks up at the clouds in thought. โ€œI donโ€™t know. I just wanted to tell you. Sorry, you already probably know that, soโ€ฆโ€ He hums a familiar tune and Bakugou frowns.
โ€œYouโ€™ve been humming that for an entire week.โ€ He says, poking the sliced strawberries in his packed lunch. โ€œStop it.โ€

โ€œOh.โ€ Kirishima glows. โ€œI didnโ€™t think youโ€™d notice.โ€

โ€œWhy the fuck wouldnโ€™t I notice?โ€ He grumbles. He hated strawberries.
โ€œCan I?โ€ Kirishima points, grinning as Bakugou passes the bento. โ€œI love them.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m starting to think the hag is placing them for you to eat.โ€

โ€œWhy would she?โ€ Kirishima popped the fruit in his mouth.
โ€œI tell her not to put any because it just ends up going to you, but she still does.โ€

โ€œYou tell her about me?โ€

Again, Bakugou is silent, and Kirishima finds himself struggling to swallow the fruit.
โ€œHey, Bakugou.โ€

โ€œWhat?โ€

โ€œWould you happen to know my favorite color?โ€

โ€œRed,โ€ Bakugou answers quickly despite competing with no one, leaning over to grab his bento back. โ€œI should cut my own fruit next time.โ€
โ€œBakugou.โ€

โ€œWhat?! You keep calling me.โ€ The blonde groans, irate as he looks at Kirishima. โ€œWhy the fuck are you so red!?โ€
โ€œI just wanted to tell you that we should start eating in class, itโ€™s June. It might rain soon.โ€ Kirishima says, a nervous laugh trailing his statement. โ€œItโ€™s getting cloudy too.โ€

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

Kirishima feels his heart pick up.
I guess.

โ€œBakugou, donโ€™t hate me.โ€

โ€œWhatever. Just stop calling for my attention all the time.โ€

โ€œNo, I thinkโ€ฆโ€ Kirishima pauses, trying to calm his racing heart, rethinking the next words that would leave his mouth and ultimately deciding to push through it. โ€œI like you.โ€
๐’๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ง๐, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐’๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐›๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ž๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐จ๐ง;
โ€œCHEERS!โ€ Kaminari, better known as Chargebolt, cries out. His mug of draft beer spilling over the top as he raises it high. โ€œHereโ€™s to Class A taking over the Top 50 charts!โ€

โ€œYou forgot the best part!โ€ Jirou grins, her eyes twinkling.
โ€œAH!โ€ Kaminari hits his forehead. โ€œAnd during the first 3 years of going pro too!โ€

โ€œI think she meant your engagement, you idiot!โ€ Sero laughs at him. โ€œIsnโ€™t that why weโ€™re all gathered here?!โ€

โ€œYES! THAT TOO!โ€ The class laughs as Jirou tackles Kaminari down the table.
โ€œCongrats you two!โ€ 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.
โ€œWho knew these two would get married before Midoriya and Ochako, no?โ€ Kirishima asks, coming up to the side, nudging Bakugouโ€™s shoulder. โ€œDo you know whatโ€™s up with that by the way?โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re pretty eager for gossip for someone whose slogan preaches about manliness.โ€ Bakugou rolls his eyes, bringing the bottle of beer to his lips.

โ€œTell me!โ€ Kirishima whines, elongating his vowels. โ€œIโ€™m just curious! I thought theyโ€™d be the first.โ€
โ€œWhat makes you think Iโ€™d know?โ€ Bakugou takes another swig.

โ€œBecause you do.โ€ 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. โ€œRound face says she wants to finish funding her parentsโ€™ business before theyโ€™d talk about weddings. Deku agrees with her, he does have Inko and All Might to take care of.โ€
โ€œSee, I knew you knew.โ€ Kirishima teases, his megawatt smile unchanging from years back.

"Shut up."

Kirishima guffaws and leans closer, Bakugou smells like strawberries. โ€œMan, Bakugou. I kinda miss you.โ€

โ€œDo I take that in the same way as when you confessed to me?โ€
โ€œCome on, dude! That was like 7 years ago.โ€ Kirishima groans, sipping the foam of his non-alcoholic drink, Strawberry too. โ€œStop bringing it up.โ€

โ€œWhy?โ€ Bakugou drinks again and Kirishima pauses to take the bottle far away from the blonde.
โ€œCause it was humiliating. Donโ€™t think I donโ€™t remember you avoiding me for a week because of that.โ€ Kirishima sighs, nursing a dull pain. โ€œYou could have just said no.โ€

โ€œYeah, but everything went back to normal, right?โ€ 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?]
โ€œKirishima.โ€

โ€œYeah?โ€ He looks to the side, meeting Bakugouโ€™s dazed look. โ€œYou good? Do you want to go home?โ€

โ€œDo you still?โ€ The blonde murmurs, sentence incomplete, but Kirishima knew what it meant.

โ€œThatโ€™s embarrassing to admit.โ€
โ€œSo you do.โ€

โ€œDo you?โ€ Kirishima whispers. โ€œThis time, I mean?โ€

Bakugou furrows his eyebrows, looking at Kirishima with intense concentration, his face blotchy red and eyes a bit out of focus. โ€œI always have.โ€

Oh.
๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐›๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ .
โ€œKatsuki.โ€ Eijirou wakes from his nap as he feels the bed shift, looking at Katsuki with his eyes bleary but the concern in them evident. โ€œAre 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. โ€œItโ€™s just a bullet.โ€

โ€œA bullet which could have-โ€ Eijirou doesnโ€™t find himself able to finish the sentence. โ€œWhy didnโ€™t you wait for Endeavorโ€™s orders?โ€
โ€œEndeavor? Iโ€™m not listening to him.โ€ Katsuki grumbles. โ€œEspecially not when his strategy made no fucking sense.โ€

โ€œDoes this have something to do with Hagakure being, you know,โ€ Eijirou gestures a circle on his gut. โ€œWere you worried about Ojirou?โ€
โ€œHe wasnโ€™t gonna come out of the shithole alive.โ€ Katsuki massages his forehead temple and looks out the window. โ€œ-and my schedule is too packed to be visiting another funeral.โ€
Eijirou is careful to run his thumb across Katsukiโ€™s knuckles, the action being worryingly repetitive bringing the blondeโ€™s attention back to him.

โ€œHey,โ€ Katsuki lifts Eijirouโ€™s head. โ€œWhy are you crying, Ei?โ€
โ€œI thought Iโ€™d lose you.โ€ Eijirou presses his forehead on Katsukiโ€™s forearm. โ€œI knew you were gonna make it out of some surgery, I knew you wouldnโ€™t want to die like that. But I was still scared.โ€ He holds Katsukiโ€™s hand.

โ€œEijirou,โ€
Katsuki runs his other hand through the redheadโ€™s hair, โ€œDonโ€™t you end up in hospital beds more frequently than I do? This is normal hero work, you know that.โ€

Eijirou leans into the touch.

โ€œAnd you know that this wouldnโ€™t be the last, Ei.โ€
Katsuki brings their intertwined hands to his lips and leaves a kiss on each knuckle.

โ€œIโ€™ll listen to orders next time,โ€ He whispers. โ€œIโ€™ll try to at least. So, trust me more, Ei. Iโ€™m stronger than this. I won't make you worry.โ€
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.

โ€œHave you been eating strawberries?โ€

โ€œI was stressed, ok?โ€

โ€œSo you eat strawberries when youโ€™re stressed?โ€

โ€œI guess I do now.โ€
Their serene moment is interrupted as the roomโ€™s door slid open, welcoming the noise in the hall as Katsukiโ€™s assigned nurse enters with a metal clipboard, medical report attached. โ€œMr. Kirishima?โ€

โ€œYes?โ€

โ€œI think sheโ€™s referring to me, Ei.โ€ Katsuki scoffs.
โ€œAh. Of course, sorry. Still trying to get used to it.โ€ Kirishima flashes him a silly grin.

โ€œItโ€™s been a year, idiot.โ€

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."
โ€”end ๐Ÿ“ ๐Ÿ“ ๐Ÿ“

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