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    kirishima was NOT expecting this  W H A T S O E V E R. of course he was aware that it was national kissing day, but that doesn’t meant that he assumed anyone was going to kiss him — much less bakugou. the action takes him completely by surprise, his arms shoot straight up in the air, one of his legs following suit. both shoulders and upper arms turn to a hard rocky substance, stopping before it spreads anymore : he was caught of guard. 

   it takes him only two short seconds before he realizes what’s going on, and he kisses bakugou back, but all his concentration is on kissing him and not using his muscles, so his arms fall down, and his upper half turns into almost dead weight as his quirk reverts back to skin. 

bakugou chucks his helmet into one of the booths on his way to the counter ; leans against it like he owns the establishment. grease smears across his cheek when he lifts a hand to wipe at it. he slaps the counter twice and points at denki’s face with a finger gun when it peeks out from one of the kitchen corners and asks your hashbrowns? kirishima’s in the back. 

bakugou doesn’t bother with an affirmative, the little pew pew of his finger is enough. he disappears into the bathroom to scrub as much grease off his hands as he can manage, ignores his reflection, and comes back out to inhabit the booth his helmet is keeping warm.

♥’d for a lil smth smth / @unbreakbl​

   the drive-thru had been HELL today, he’d barely gotten a chance to break away from the grill long enough to think. but it doesn’t matter what it’s like right now because it’s break time which means he’s free for a short time. kirishima’s eyes had been zoned in on the wall clock to the left of him, and the clock on the oven for the hashbrowns he’d started. bakugou should already be here. 

The mug declined, Denki shrugged and busied himself with another sip as Kirishima settled in more comfortably beside him. If nothing else, the bad mood his friend had been sporting seemed to have more or less passed. Mission accomplished, he guessed? All the better, since watching Kirishima mope was worse than watching sad puppy videos…

Denki’s thoughts were interrupted by the mention of nearly taking Jirou out with his Quirk. In his zeal to defend himself, he inhaled a sip hot chocolate and nearly choked on it.

He coughed, trying to clear the cocoa from his lungs as a hand came up to swat at Kirishima.

“I only shocked her once! And it was her fault. If everyone else knows to stay clear when I’m about to attack, how the hell couldn’t she figure it out?” He huffed, slumping back into his seat and staring dejectedly into what was left of the whipped cream at the top of his mug.

“And you’re right about frying my circuits. I’ve been doing a lot of resistance training. It’s the worst, but Aizawa-sensei knows what he’s talking about. My upper-limit’s gotten a lot higher just in the last few months.”

   Kirishima can’t help but laugh as he’s swatted at, just barely ducking out of the way of his friends hand. It’s all meant in good fun, it doesn’t matter what happened — not much does as far as injuries within class exercises, they’re just learning — all that matters is what’s going to happen. 

   He readjusts his position once he’s sure Kaminari’s hand is no longer a threat. Give him a blanket and he may just fall asleep there. 

   “I think that’s why she ended up going in, because she knew what happens. Probably was trying to HELP you to not fry your circuits or something. I don’t think she was intentionally looking to get in your way.” He shrugs. Kirishima had seen her fight, and she’s no idiot, she’s intelligent and her quirk’s abilities make her a hell of an asset. 

                   there’s  a  hint  of  a  smile  that  makes  it  upon  his  own  lips  at  the  extravagant  show  of  his  brother’s  excitement.  a  SUCCESSFUL  change  in  topics—  he  almost  felt  compelled  to  pat  himself  on  the  back  for  it.  it’s  something  lighthearted  now,  something  that  DIDN’T  want  to  drive  him  into  that  dark  corner  in  his  mind.  it’s  a  GOOD  distraction.  ❝  this  weekend  ?  ❞

                   a  simple  nod  to  himself,  ❝  yeah—  that  works  for  me.  ❞  sure,  there  were  bitter  feelings  about  the  SITUATION…  but  he  could  NEVER  bring  himself  to  actually  dislike  eijirou.  it  was  just—  the  situation  BEYOND  sucked.  ❝  mom  would  totally  love  to  see  you,  she’s  been  yappin’  on  and  on  about  how  PROUD  she  is  of  you.  ❞

   it almost makes him feel BAD. he hadn’t been home since leaving for the UA dorms, but he knows from the Before that their mother had gone on and one about how proud she was — it was almost as if she’d forgotten about her other son. who, in eijirou’s, opinion was much smarter and much more apt to become a hero. technicalities got in the way. “does it? great! it’s a plan then!”

he plucks a bobby pin from the packet of them one of the girls gifted him, securing the braid that runs along the side of his head in place. a little hum of contentment accompanies a final glance in the mirror. job well done! he gives his reflection a pair of finger guns and heads back out into the common room. denki lifts a knee to nudge kirishima over a little bit ; demanding, gently, that he make room for him. “ alright, let’s get this movie started. ” / @unbreakbl