UNBREAKABLE

Katsuki  wouldn’t  admit  or  even  realize  about  the  way  he  felt  when  Kirishima  said  he  didn’t  want  to  leave  just  yet.  The  blond  knew  that  he  wasn’t  someone  easy  to  be  around,  he  used  to  be…he  used  to  have  two  or  three  losers  around  him,  thinking  he  was  so  cool  but  he  wouldn’t  call  them  friends,  just…weaklings  that  thought  being  around  him  would  make  them  cooler  or  save  them  from  an  ass  kicking,  so  when  people  leave  he  knew  why  and  would  try  to  move  on  from  that  even  tho  very  very  deep  at  the  back  of  his  head,  there  would  always  be  the  question  of:  why  did  I  say  that.   Katsuki  was  a  very  confident  person,  so  he  loathed  to  have  doubts  about  anything  he  did.  Either  words  or  actions. But…with  cherry  shark  was  different.  It  was  easier  to  be  around  him  and  just  say  things,  Eijiro  wouldn’t  get  mad  or  offended  or  tell  him  to  cool  it  down.  No  calm  down,  no  back  off,  not  being  intimidated  or  scared.  He  would  even  match  his  energy  most  of  the  time  and  made  Bakugo  feel  like  he  wasn’t  being  too  much.

“You’re  such  a  doofus  optimistic  Kirishima.”  He  said  with  a  chuckle,  eyes  opening  to  look  at  his  classmate…friend.   “Yeah,  I  guess  that  only  opens  our  eyes  to  what  we  have  coming  huh?  I  hope  the  sensei  doesn’t  allow  more  waste  of  time  in  festivals  and  bullshit  like  that.”  Did  he  enjoy  to  see  his  class  happy  and  kicking  ass  on  the  stage?  Sure. Did  he  had  fun  in  the  games  with  Kirishima?  OF  COURSE. Was  it  one  of  the  best  experiences  he’d  had  in  his  young  life?  Yes. But  still…heroes  should  be  training  and  working  hard,  not  performing  in  concerts.

He  took  his  other  foot  out  his  slipper  now  that  he  noticed  that  Eijiro  had  done  the  same  and  stood  barefoot  on  the  grass,  toes  wiggling  lightly. “Even  the  bastard  of  Deku  seems  to  be  getting  stronger  and  stronger.”  He  frowned  and  tensed  his  jaw.  This  day  had  been  a  little  too  much  for  his  emotions  and  didn’t  know  how  he  felt  about  any  of  those  things.  He  was  so  so  glad  that  the  class  was  too  tired  to  want  to  hang  around  more  because  he  would  have  yelled  at  more  than  one  person  and  didn’t  feel  like  being  too  loud  this  night.  Didn’t  feel  like  dealing  with  their  eye  rolls  and  shoulder  shrugs  about  his  anger.

“Yes, I am. But I’m sure you like it.” Kirishima knew that Bakugou wasn’t someone easy to read. In fact, when they had first met, Kirishima thought that the boy didn’t knew any other emotion other than angry, sometimes with aggressive added to it. But as time went on and he started to know him better, he realized that Bakugou’s range of emotions was far more complex, it was just in the tiniest of details, in the hints that no one would look at but, for some reason, Kirishima had learn to read them. And he knew that despite the odd nicknames and the yelling, Katsuki liked hanging out with him. Not tolerate him, but actually enjoyed himself when Kirishima was around. “I think it is because you are so serious sometimes. We balance each other out, like best bros.” He added, a smile decorating his features.

Back in the day, Kirishima used to be far more gloomy and while he still felt those lingering grey clouds over him from time to time, he was proud of how far he had come so he didn’t mind that Katsuki thought he was a bit of a doofus. In fact, it made him happy. Knowing that Bakugou saw him and actually liked it, his personality and his flaws, everything he had offered Bakugou accepted and he always helped him grow into a better person. They did balance each other out and Kirishima was nothing but sincere when saying that Bakugou was his best friend.

“See? Right there. So serious.” Kirishima sighed softly, sitting on the grass, patting the spot next to him. “I know we need to train but we can make time for festivals and other bullshit.” He smiled at Katsuki, throwing himself back into the ground to look at the stars above. “Like going to bed late to watch the stars” He told him, letting out a soft sigh. He knew that Bakugou wanted to be the number one here, he knew that he would work hard every day of his life and he was certain that he would accomplish everything he set his eye on but Kirishima wanted to make sure he didn’t push himself too hard, that he didn’t forget to take it easy sometimes. 

“I guess he is.” He told him. It had been an impressive display of power, a little scary as well. Deku was an impressive hero and Kirishima was sure he’d become one of the best but he had a long way to go. It seemed that Deku, sometimes, really didn’t knew what he was doing. Which he supposed was normal, they were all still learning but it seemed that everyone thought Deku was the strongest when, well....It wasn’t true. His combat had been really cool to watch but not as impressive as Bakugou’s. While Midoriya’s power seemed to grow, Katsuki grew as a complete hero. “I still think you did better though. Cause Deku was a little scary, I thought he was going to hurt someone for real, you know? Which is not good for a hero, we are supposed to make people feel safe, not more scared.” He frowned lightly and looked over at the blonde. “Is that mean of me to say? I don’t want Deku to feel bad and he is usually so nice but...I don’t know, I even thought All Might was for real worried at some point.”

“That  they  can  tell  what,  airhead?  that  it’s  night  time?”  at  first  sounded  like  a  stupid  question  but  thinking  more  about  it…he  was  right.  "maybe  it’s  the  temperature  or  something.“  he  offered  as  an  explination. "i’m  not  sure  their  tiny  ass  eyes  can  tell  the  difference  between  day  and  night.”  he  made  circles  with  his  fingers  around  his  eyes,  turning  around  to  walk  backwards  so  eijiro  could  look  at  him.

A small  smile  and  he  dropped  his  hands  back  into  his  pockets,  still  slowly  walking  backwards  and  looking  up  to  the  night  sky. The  stars  looked  better  there  than  back  at  his  house. He  was  glad  they  had  space  and  freedom  to  walk  outside  and  feel  the  fresh  air,  the  city  noises  weren’t  as  loud. It  was  very  calming  and  welcoming.

“You  can  go  get  ready  for  bed  if  you  want  to."  Katsuki  didn’t  want  him  to  leave  just  yet. "I  honestly  wasn’t  expecting  the  beds  in  here  to  be  too  comfortable  but  they’re  okay.”  he  loved  the  way  he  could  sink  in  the  matress  and  roll  himself  into  a  blanket  burrito  but  no  one  needed  to  know  that. “I’m  sorry  your  day  was  bad. I  heard  most  of  the  idiot  extras  were  excited  for  the  match  and  even  more  to  show  off  to  the  one  B.”

Katsuki  looked  down  at  Kirishima,  he  wondered  what  would  be  his  bedtime  routine?  a  shower?  would  his  hair  stay  spiky  till  the  next  day?  would  he  get  hungry  at  four  in  the  morning  like  him? he  looked  down  to  the  grass  and  patted  his  slippers  on  it  before  pulling  out  his  right  foot  and  step  directly  on  the  grass. “mhm-”  he  closed  his  eyes  and  sighed  contently. He  loved  to  feel  the  grass,  dirt  or  water  directly  on  the  bottom  of  his  feet.  

“Huh....Maybe” Eijiro frowed, lost in thoughts about how mosquitoes could tell time and understand the passing of the seasons and wondering if they would have actual little lives. “Hmm?” He came back to reality when Katsuki spoke, blinking a couple of times as he looked at the other. “Oh no, I am not sleepy yet.” He said, stretching his arms as a yawn escaped him. He was tired but not the kind of tired that made him want to sleep just yet. Besides, he wanted to stay out here with Bakugou for a little while. 

“Pff, don’t worry about it. Tomorrow will be better.” Kirishima used to be gloomier, worrying too much about the bad things but he had gotten better at looking at the brightside, it wasn’t always easy but it was worth trying. “I like the blankets. They are so soft” Kirishima let out a soft, almost dreamy sigh, thinking about how soft the blankets on his bed were. “I was really impressed by one b, they have improved so much.” He added. It was good to see that other heros were growing, it was inspiring and made him feel better. Specially after some of the things he had seen and the villains he had faced.

Kirishima was saying something good, something that would have feel Katsuki feel more seen, more validated about the inner job he had been doing on himself and his ways but the questions and doubts in his head were being too loud and too much. He shut his eyes close to try and tell himself to chill the fuck out before anyone asked anything, before anyone could see him and notice he wasn’t okay, or maybe he was already breathing too quickly? Too fast? Too loudly?

“Ah-” He sighed as if he had been holding his breath and looked up at cherry shark, swallowed heavily and nodded. Katsuki slowly got up and fixed his shirt. He was okay, no one was even around but them and no one seemed to care or even heard about what that blonde dip shit had said. Right? Yeah- it was okay.

“Sure. Uhm- let’s go outside Kirishima.” He cleared his throat and coughed to disguise the fact that he took another deep, relieved breath and stretched his arms behind his head. He had been tense for longer than he thought and stretching felt nice. “Wait a second- did you say something about ME being spoiled?” His brain catching up with what the conversation was about before spiraling into craziness. “LISTEN SHARK BOY, I HAVE TASTE AND THAT’S DIFFERENT!” He acted as if he was offended, but if you’ve seen laugh before it was clear that he was holding back a smile or even a chuckle.

Katsuki stretched once more, leaning back a bit and his shirt liften enough to show up to his belly button. “Ah…okay, let’s go outside before the mosquitoes find out the sun went down.” And he headed to the glass door that headed to the back yard.

Kirishima moved his hand away, discreetly looking around. Did anyone notice that Bakugou was having a bad moment? Kirishima would distract them if needed be, make a joke or draw attention to himself. But it seemed that most of the class was still in the kitchen, too focused on their own conversations to notice them. That was good. 

He got up from the couch, looking away for a moment, giving Bakugou privacy to compose himself. He took a deep breath in from the nose, out from the mouth. If they both did it, then it was no big deal. They just needed a moment to chill right? And hey, if anyone asked then it would be easy to explain that Kirishima was the one feeling bad for failing at the battle. 

“What?” He laughed, holding his hands up in surrender. “Sure, taste. Same thing.” Kirishima said, shrugging a little, his eyes going to the exposed skin for just a second before looking away. He was always amazed at how in shape Bakugou was. He wondered vaguely if the other had noticed that he wasn’t as ripped as before. Would he think that was bad? Kirishima swallowed thickly, a hand going to his stomach. Okay no, focus. He thought, pushing that insecurity to the back. He’d think about it later.

"Do you think mosquitos can tell? That would explain why they are always annoying when you are trying to sleep.” Kirishima thought out loud, making his way to the door, sliding it open to walk outside, shivering lightly. The air was refreshing and he could feel his cheeks and nose get cold already. He liked this kind of nights, when the best thing you could do was warm up in a blanket. “Can’t wait to get in my bed and get warm, it’ll be a good ending to a bad day.” He said, turning to look at Bakugo. “I mean, it wasn’t terrible but you know....”

Katsuki’s  shoulders  relaxed  when  Eijiro  chuckled,  maybe  he  was  glad  that  shitty  hair  wasn’t  taking  it  too  hard. And  the  idiots  of  1-B  better  keep  their  comments  to  themselves  or  he’d  blew  up  their  asses.

“That’s  true.”  he  agreed,  if  you  couldn’t  be  helpful  in  any  kind  of  scenario  you  could  never  become  a  pro. All  kinds  of  shit  would  happen  in  a  real  battle  and  villains  were  everyday  crazier  and  also  stronger,  which  was  kind  of  scary  but  also  exciting  so  he  could  get  to  see  how  badass  he  could  be. And  he  trusted  Kirishima  as  well,  he  was  sure  they  both  would  be  working  together  soon  enough.

…or  whatever.

“Why  do  i  feel  like  you’re  saying  that  i’m  not  used  to  shitty  food  as  if  it  was  a  bad  thing.”  he  squinted,  the  smirk  coming  back  to  his  mouth  very  discreetly. At  home,  his  father  was  the  one  in  charge  of  the  meals  most  of  the  days  and  it  was  good  food,  on  the  other  side  his  mom’s  food  was  always  too  spicy  or  boiling  hot  to  eat  the  moment  it  was  served.

His  brows  raised  in  surprise  at  the  compliment  as  he  was  starting  to  get  lost  in  the  memories  of  his  house,  his  stomach  felt  weird  and  he  looked  away  with  a  frown  and  a  little  growl  as  he  didn’t  know  what  to  say. Thanks?  that  sounded  a  little  pretentious  for  this  conversation  and  this  boy  he  was  talking  to.   The  compliments  kept  coming,  he  totally  forgot  about  the  cameras  when  it  was  his  turn. Well  he  wanted  stupid  Deku  to  watch  how  strong  he  was  but  he  forgot  the  rest  of  the  class  would  be  watching  as  well.

Sometimes  it  was  really  easy  to  talk  to  Eijiro,  he  made  him  feel  light  and  calm. As  if  they  had  been  friends  for  a  long  time,  but  sometimes  his  brain  was  an  asshole  and  made  him  think  over  and  over  what  he  should  say  as  a  response,  specially  when  it  came  to  compliments. He  knew  what  to  say  when  the  extras  said  he  was  awesome,  because  he  was. He  would  say  they  were  right  and  he  was  glad  they  could  see  how  amazing  he  was. But  with  Eijiro  it  just  didn’t  feel  good  but  didn’t  understood  why.

“Yeah-  my  team  wasn’t  so  bad  and  mimi  is  really  good  at  listening. I…appreciate  people  that  know  how  to  listen." 

Bakugo  put  one  foot  on  the  table  and  had  one  hand  in  the  pocket  of  his  trousers  while  the  other  was  resting  near  Eijiro’s  leg. Then  the  memories  of  what  monoma  had  said  to  deku  punched  through  his  mind,  making  his  brow  furrow  more  and  tense  his  jaw.

why  he  had  to  say  that? he  wondered  what  the  rest  would  think  about  it? maybe  nothing…no  one  knows  what  they  did,  right? maybe  everyone  agreed.  he  thought  he  had  left  that  behind  but  apparently  not…and  how  the  fuck  did  he  know  that? who  told  him?

oh  his  own  inner  voice  was  now  screaming  all  these  questions,  his  leg  starting  to  move  up  and  down  fast  and  the  hand  in  his  pocket  was  tight  in  a  fist.

“I don’t know how my quirk will be useful in those situations” Kirishima said, bumping his fists against one another, activating his hardening up to his forearms. His quirk was great for one on one combats, for defence and even for certain rescue missions but he needed to keep developing it, adapting....Just like Bakugou. Would it be weird to say he was inspiring? Probably. “I guess I’ll have to figure it out.” He added, his hands becoming soft again as he sighed.

“Well....It kinda is” Kirishima admitted, chuckling softly again. “It means you are spoiled.” He added with a smirk. Kirishima was used to microwaved meals tho, his dad sometimes was late and he had to figure dinner out on his own and well, he wasn’t very good at cooking so instant ramen was a great solution. 

“Oh yeah, they were fantastic. It was as if all of you were a single unit, like on those movies where the team has to save the day.” Kirishima was proud of his friends but they all knew it had been thanks to Bakugou’s leadership. No matter how grumpy he could be or how much he liked to do things his way, Bakugou had grown a lot and Kirishima was amazed by his progress. When he had first saw him in the match against the bots to enter the school, he had been star stuck but when it came to their first drill as UA students, Kirishima was a little....Disappointed. Bakugou was so destructive and angry that he didn’t understand why he wanted to be a hero at all but then Kirishima got to know him....Really know him. The Katsuki that worked harder than anyone else, the one that was caring and wanted to save others, that cared about his friend’s happiness just as much as he cared about winning.

And he wanted Bakugou to know all of this things. He wanted to tell him that he had seen how much he had changed, how great of a hero he was becoming. He wanted to say that he inspired him, that he made Kirishima feel amazed with the things he did but sometimes it seemed that the blonde one didn’t love his compliments. Perhaps they were a bit much, Kirishima knew sometimes he could get a little to excited and while most people around him found it endearing, he also knew it could be annoying. Right now Bakugou looked annoyed, maybe----

Kirishima frowned, looking at Bakugou’s leg, bouncing nervously. That was different. When Katsuki got weird with his compliments he told him to shut up or changed the subject and now he was quiet and he had that look on his face where his frown wasn’t his usual frown. It wasn’t focused, it was worried and the tension in his jaw and shoulders was obvious to Eijiro. He knew that body language. 

“Hey, Bakugo?” He called softly, placing a hand on the boy’s leg, squeezing his knee gently. He knew the other wouldn’t appreciate if he asked if he was okay and Kiri already knew he was not. And while part of him wanted to ask a million questions, he also knew that was not how Bakugou worked. “Do you wanna go outside? I kinda want some fresh air.”

His  gaze  moved  to  look  at  Eijiro  for  a  second  as  he  leaned  back  against  the  couch.  at  least  he  wasn’t  hurt  or  distracted,  an  overwhelming  sensation  could  happen  to  anyone. Katsuki  could  relate  to  that  to  certain  degree  but  wasn’t  too  at  peace  with  that  fact  yet.

                            A  scoff.  "Yeah,  you  really  sucked  but  we  can’t  let  those  losers  think  they  have  anything  against  us. Next  training  class  i’ll  just  throw  my  punches  faster.“ he  guessed  that  Kiri  didn’t  need  any  pity,  so  taking  the  loss  with  humor  would  be  better. Also  Katsuki’s  favorite  class  was  quirk  training,  even  more  if  him  and  Eijiro  got  to  work  together. He  could  take  more  of  him  than  any  extra  and  Bakugo  actually  had  fun  and  could  feel  himself  becoming  stronger.

"Today’s  food  was  gross.”  a  random  commentary  thrown  in  there  just  in  case  Eijiro  didn’t  want  to  continue  talking  about  the  match.

“You are such a butthead” Kirishima said, letting out a soft chuckle. It was nice to have someone agree with him instead of trying to make him feel better for his mistakes. Still, it didn’t feel mean or mocking, in fact it made Kirishima feel better, instead of focusing on what he had done badly, Bakugou was already preparing to fix it. It was a skill that Kirishima envied, the ability to make mistakes and learn from  them, find solutions. He struggled, usually carrying with the guilt for far longer than necessary.

“Thank you” He muttered, looking at the other with a small smile. He knew Bakugou would just roll his eyes at him but still, he wanted to say it. “It means a lot that you help me out, specially cause you don’t hold back.” It was the best way for Kirishima to get stronger and while yes, it could be risky, it was one that he was willing to take to become a better hero. Since training with Bakugou he was able to hold Unbreakable for longer and his body felt less tired after training sessions, his muscles and skin getting used to the rough treatment. “I also need to practise how to be useful when I’m not in one on one combats.”

A little snort left his lips at the blunt statement, shaking his head a little as he leaned back on the couch. “I think we had microwaved food, everyone was too tired to cook.” He said, letting out a soft sigh. “But it wasn’t too back, you are just not used to it.” He added, looking at Katsuki. 

He wondered if the abrupt change of subject was because he didn’t want Kirishima to comment on his combat. Though that didn’t make sense  cause his team had been the best out there, no doubts about it. Maybe....Maybe he didn’t want for the things that Monoma had said to be brought up. Stupid Monoma. Kirishima was always able to get along with people but that fucking guy. Kirishima had never wanted to punch anyone so bad. What to do?

“You were amazing out there.” Oh no. The compliment left his lips before he could process if going back to the combat things was a good idea. Damn it. “You were so focused and fast and the way you worked with everyone was amazing! I was watching with Denki and we were both blown away, man. At one point I had goosebumps cause holy crap, that is what the number one hero looks like!” He talked fast and blushed lightly when he realised what he had said. Was it too much? He meant it, for sure but maybe it was too much. “Anyway....It was really cool.”

C L O S E D @itskiripima​

Dinner  time  had  just  finished,  everyone  was  tired  and  beaten  up  so  the  conversations  didn’t  last  long  between  the  teens,  tho  the  current  subject  was  how  much  class  1-B  had  improved  as  well…tho  what  had  happened  with  that  damn  nerd  was  in  the  class’s  head  as  well  but  no  one  dared  to  say  anything  about  it  yet.

Katsuki  finished  his  dinner  before  Kiri,  pikachu  and  Sero  and  wasn’t  really  in  the  mood  to  hear  the  rest  of  the  class’s  chirping  about  those  extras,  so  he  took  his  dishes  to  the  kitchen,  washed  them  and  headed  to  the  sofas  to  flop  there.

“  what  happened  to  you  today?  ” He  spoke  as  soon  as  kiri  passed  by,  not  turning  to  look  to  respect  the  privacy  of  his  reaction.  Kirishima’s  fight  had  ended  far  too  quickly  and  that  idiot  green  haired  dude  girl  was  in  katsuki’s  black  list. It  was  frustrating  that  he  couldn’t  do  much  or  say  anything  about  how  unfair  that  movement  was,  tho  he  also  thought  that  cherry  shark  should  work  a  bit  more  on  his  agility,  but  that  would  be  a  commentary  for  another  day. Now  he  guessed  that  kirishima  would  appreciate  someone  with  who  he  could  let  out  his  frustration,  because  that  was  the  emotion  he  should  be  feeling,  right?

Kirishima was feeling a little down. He was happy that his friends had all improved and he was proud of class 1-B for growing so much but he couldn’t help feeling annoyed with himself. He had gotten knocked out of his feet too easily and he had been completely useless to his team. Of course no one made him feel bad about it since in the end, they had won the match but it still sucked that he had done very little to help in the victory. 

Finishing up his food and thankful for how busy everyone seemed to be talking about their respective matches, Kirishima sneaked away from the kitchen after cleaning up his things, making his way towards the living room where, to his surprise, Bakugou was waiting. 

He was about to open his mouth to suggest Bakugou a videogame or something to get them distracted when the other asked him about the match, making Kirishima wince lightly, a hand going to scratch the back of his head. He didn’t really have an explanation, there was no excuse about an injury or anything of the sort, he had just sucked. He had sucked so bad. And it was specially bad because he was one of the few with field experience.