#groundspark

     finally, a day off. it felt like it’d been ages since kirishima actually had a day where he had nothing to do because, well, it’d been months. in between school and his work study, most of his days were full of something to keep him busy. it’d put a bit of a damper on his mood some days since he missed hanging out with his friends but, fret not!, today would be the day that changed. it was early but he had so much he wished to do within this one day and one person to do it all without. he doesn’t even bother knocking but simply barges into bakugou’s room with a loud cheer,   “ bakugooooou! come on, man, i got a day off and we’re gonna do go stuff. get your ass out of bed! ”

@groundspark​ asked:  “ you don’t have to worry about anything , as long as i’m around . ”

     he always worried. it was who he was. he worried if he was good enough, if he was a good hero, if he could protect someone...it felt like all he ever did was worry. mind was focused on one thing:  w  o  r  r  y.  kiri kept it all to himself most days but, for some reason, he was feeling a little weak and ended up expressing these worries to bakugou. the words came out before he could stop them and soon a heavy silence fell between the two of them.

     they were best friends maybe even more but they never spoke about their feelings like this. heavy subjects were never something that were brought up or even lightly discussed. sometimes they would creep up and quickly be shot down or answered. but like this? a pouring out of feelings and doubts into the open air between them? it’d never been done.

     he wondered how bakugou would react, almost feared how the blonde would answer. kiri expected some gruff reply about shutting up or don’t talk about your feelings, so when the redhead was given a real, thoughtful, and caring answer, his head perked up in surprise. red eyes caught red eyes and, in that moment, kirishima saw just how much bakugou cared about it.

@groundspark​ asked: “ i’m not leaving you here . ”

     “ bakugou, don’t be stupid! ”   kirishima yelled, hoping his voice was loud enough to be heard over the echoing sound of fighting. both of them had gone to their respective work studies that morning but neither thought this was going to happen. a group of villains - luckily not the league - had to decided to reign terror over a district of the city. both the fatgum agency and the one bakugou was at were nearby, both teams meeting up to take on the fight together. power in numbers and variation of skills, fatgum liked to always say.

     the only problem was their lack of intel. these villains all had quirks but no one knew what they are, how they worked, or how to exploit them. it was a learn as you go process which tended to be the hardest type of battle ; both sides would craft plans, execute them, and watch them fail miserably - and then the cycle would continue again. that’s how it was going for sometime until one of their power hitters decided to attack the freeway that stood above the street they were fighting on. his red eyes watched as the man attacked and immediately he caught a certain blonde in his gaze and launched toward him.

     bakugou was standing under the freeway so kirishima was quick to rush to his side and push him to the ground. he stood over him and hardened his body so he could take the blunt of the falling concrete. luckily, he was able to withstand most of it except for a sharp piece that hit him right in the spine. it caused kirishima to collapse, his quirk fading as his body returned to normal. he couldn’t maintain it because of the pain. that’s when bakugou tried to help him up, refusing to leave behind his friend.

                                      “ bakugou, don’t be stupid! ”

@groundspark

@groundspark​ asked:  “ no matter what anyone else says , you are so important to me . ”

     he’d heard all of the talking of everyone around them, everyone at the school really. since day one, ever since bakugou and him started hanging out, kirishima had to hear over and over from people that bakugou didn’t actually care for the redhead. many people told kiri that the firey blonde was just tolerating him so he had someone to lean on when it came to school or training exercises. he’d been waving it all off for so long but, someone could only hear something so many times before they took it to heart.

     that day, he’d been moving through the halls of UA when a couple of studnets approached him. maybe it was the constant repetition of words he heard from people over the past year, or maybe he was just feeling a bit weaker that day, but when kirishima heard from the students that bakugou was just using him...he took it to heart.

     he rushed back to the dorms, locked himself in his room, and didn’t come out for hours. dinner passed. normally him and bakugou would always have dinner together but it just didn’t feel right. everyone had to be lying, right? bakugou wouldn’t just use him for personal gain. would he? deep in thoughts, he heard a knock on the door and opened it to discover an angry bakugou who demanded to know what’s up. kiri explained, of course, and that’s when bakugou said those words.

                           no matter what anyone else says , you are so important to me.

@groundspark​ asked:  ❝ let me take a look… ❞

                        “ i’m fine. it’s fine. ”

     no. he wasn’t fine. kirishima was the farthest thing from fine. they had another sparring match that day with some of the students from class 1-B and he’d gotten hit pretty hard during the scuffle. at this time he can’t exactly remember who it was who took the swing at him, but their quirk had been powerful enough to break through his hardening. at the time of the hit, his quirk was weakening due to it’s overuse which probably explains how the other hero-in-training got the jump on him.

     he hid it after it happened and was quick to finish the fight, keeping arms down to hide the now bruised and lacerated section of his abdomen. no one seemed to notice except for a keen pair of red eyes that always seemed to be trained upon him. bakugou didn’t mention anything until everyone else had left the locker room and it was just the pair of them. that’s when kirishima felt a hand on his shoulder, and heard bakugou finally address the wound.

     arms fall to reveal it’s severity, dried blood now clinging to his abdomen and soaking part of his costume. his skin was now blue and purple and almost looked crack where the impact had come from. his hardening was even healing from the hit.   “ it’s not that bad, bakugou, ”   the red head tried to reassure him, moving to take off the sleeves of his costume. even the small movement caused him to breathe in sharply, letting out a soft curse of pain. yeah. it was bad.

@groundspark​ asked:  ❛❛ wow … your smile is pretty. ❜❜ oh... oH NO. he was not supposed to say that out loud. cue gay panic.

     they were just having a conversation. well, kirishima was talking non-stop while bakugou sat there and half-listened but for them it was basically a conversation. bakugou was not normally one of many words and simply sat there as the red head rambled on and on and on. at first, it did bother kiri that the blonde boy didn’t talk a lot but, once he learned that’s just who he was, it became normal for the pair of them.

     he was talking about the call he had with his mom the other day, and telling bakugou about how it was the first time he finally got a chance to speak with her for the past several weeks. they’d been so busy with classes and work studies that it was hard to get in contact with her since most of his free time was a night when she was sleeping. but, thanks to a day off, he finally got to speak with her.

     lips are pulled back in a grin of joy, excitedly telling bakugou that his mom was going to send him a new recipe for him to make for dinner one night. and that’s when the words come. kiri freezes for a long moment before looking slowly up to the other, red eyes slightly wide from shock. he’d never heard bakugou ever respond to anything he said regarding his mom, or would simply give a grunt in reply. and this...this wasn’t even about his mom! but him!

@groundspark​ asked:  ❝ if they do it again, you tell me. ❞

     that was unexpected. kirishima had just gotten done telling bakugou about some of the of the other students in the hero course poking fun at the sturdy hero. they usually went for low blows such as your quirk isn’t good enough or your the weakest in your class. this time they got a little more creative and threw several insults his way before deciding that was enough. the sad thing was: he was used to it. there was no doubt that kirishima had doubts about himself from time to time, but those were mostly squashed by his own confidence or bakugou screaming something at the top of his lungs.

     this was different, though. these were not his own thoughts but other individuals who were preparing to be heroes as well so they would no doubt came from the proper place to offer criticism. and he’d let it get to him. kirishima walked around with his head hanging a bit lower than usual which was naturally noticed by his best friend who now stood angrily in the room. 

     a light laugh leaves him, a forced sound.   “ it’s not a big deal, man. stop worrying! ”   he tries to reassure bakugou but there is still such self-doubt in his chest that had begun forming since those comments hit his ears. forcing a smile on his face could only be done for long before it began to waver...and it had.