I just want a series of Kirishima getting quirked and his friends having toĀ deal with it.
Everything hurt just a little too much, from his deltoids down to his forearms, and all Bakugou wanted was a shower and food. Patrol had been slow, so Endeavor suggested sparring, with the three of them trying to fight him at once. While Half-n-Half had sharply turned down that offer (by pulling on his cell phone and leaving the room entirely), Bakugou just dove in, palms hot, Deku on his heels.
At least the current Number 1 hero was somewhat worthy of the title.
Now, hours later, Bakugouās just on the wrong side of tired and Deku and Half-n-Half are trailing behind him, talking about some bullshit. Heās walking just fast enough that he canāt hear but not so fast that the two bastards behind him might jog to catch up.
Theyāre almost back to the dorms, and Bakugou was already thinking about the spicy gyudon Kirishima promised to bring him from the takeaway counter by his internship. Kirishima had claimed, with a wink, that they had a special spicy chili sauce that would be too much even for his tastes, but heād be happy to ask the chef for a bowl of it just for Bakugou if he thought he could handle it.
Bakugou was ready to make Kirishima eat his words.
Heās about to take the steps to the dormitory two at a time when, to his absolute fucking dismay, Kaminari slammed through the doors, smile just a little too wide, hair standing on end.
Heās between Bakugou and his food, and Bakugou wanted to snarl.
āKirishima is fine,ā Kaminari said, face green but hands up like heās trying to calm a horse. Bakugou almost wished he had hooves so he could stomp on Kaminariās face.
Bakugou went up the steps slowly, not breaking eye contact. Good, Dunce Face was starting to sweat. āIs there a reason Shitty Hair wouldnāt be?ā
Kaminari didnāt immediately answer, so Bakugou paused. Lately most of Kirishimaās patrols with Fatgum had been straightforward--muggings, a robbery or two. There was a car chase once, but most of the actual danger came from Kirishima throwing himself headlong into traffic to save a bird or cat. Bakugou knew because that upperclassman Kirishima kept fawning over once dragged Kirishima back from patrol, his entire left arm a tentacle, scolding the pouting idiot about at least verifying it was an animal before sprinting into the road.
Bakugou wasnāt hungry anymore, nor was he patient enough to wait for Kaminari to get the wet sand out of his mouth and tell him what the fuck was up and whether he should turn instead and go to the infirmary and check on an idiot.
āIām fucking starving so unless Shitty Hair forgot my food--ā Bakugou shoulder checked Kaminari out of his way and flashed his student card so he could finally enter the building. āI donāt want to hear what stupid shit he got up to. I swear, if he launched himself in front of a truck again trying to save a dirty alleycat, Iām going to fuck him up.ā
āOkay, okay, but listen,ā Dunce Face grabbed his arm. Bakugou turned to snarl.
Unhelpfully and unwantedly, IcyHot asked, āDid Kirishima forget Bakugouās food?ā
āIs Kirishima hurt?ā Deku cut in, also unwantedly. āIs he--ā He trailed off, and few things made the nerd speechless so Bakugou reluctantly let go of Kaminari to see what made even Icy Hot stop in his tracks.
Kirishima had dog ears. And a tail. And his tail was wagging so fast that it was just a soft red blur as he bounded over to Bakugou, practically sparkling.
āBakugou!ā He cried, leaping--fucking leaping--right at him, arms coming to wrap around Bakugouās shoulders. Kirishima pushed his face right into Bakugouās neck, tilting his head just so. Nuzzling.Ā āI missed you, you were gone for so long.ā
Bakugou wished he had gotten hit by a car instead.