runs at a full sprint towards the other before leaping at the last moment, onto his back, limbs wrapping securely around bakugou's torso. "GUESS WHO BLASTY!" never mind the fact that kirishima had not, in fact, run up from behind.
no one drinking a cup of coffee is ever prepared to catch a flying boulder but bakugou has invested in a spill - proof tumbler for just this reason ! it is unfortunate that said tumbler is not what he’s holding. well, shit, alright.
the piles of books do tumble dramatically, spines crooked and pages annoyingly bent in on themselves. katsuki might feel for them a pang of apology but is preoccupied; legs brace for impact, arms poised not to drop their more recent occupant.
there is little else — if anything, truly — he could be holding that kirishima would not take precedence over. “ i’ll tell you the fuck what, you surely are a mystery. ” kirishima’s nose gets a kiss ( and maybe a nip of teeth ) for the trouble.
