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[my-obsession-academia]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Love is Stored in the Kitchen

Chapter: 1/1

Wordcount: 3,400 (complete)

Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Rating: T

with art by @eemdraws​

[conciteque]

Kiribaku Month - Day 16: Summer

Wordcount: 1166 words

@kiribakumonth2019

Phew, I really thought I wouldn’t be able to make it today. I had no idea what to go for, or how I could use it to put some plot. I kinda like the result, though.

I hope you’ll enjoy it!

Day 16: Summer

“Blasty, Deku, wanna play beach volleyball with us?”

Kacchan was so tired of this shit. It was like every time he stepped into the Resistance camp, someone had to drag him into whatever shitty idea they had. Sparky was the worst, but for once, it was Black Eyes who’d spoken. The two of them and Tapeface had somehow changed clothes, going from their tattered capes to fucking… shorts? And was Black Eyes in a purple bikini with orange polka dots?!

“What the fuck? No,” he said as Deku exclaimed that he’d love to and that they had nothing else to do at the moment, like a fucking traitor. Kacchan should kill him for this betrayal.

“Why the fuck would you even want to do that?” he asked.

“It’s a summer tradition!” Black Eyes said.

“It’s fucking February.”

“It has to be summer somewhere,” Sparky intervened. “Time is a construct and we don’t even have seasons anymore. So it’s summer whenever we want!”

“Summer is when we play beach volleyball,” Tapeface nodded.

Kacchan sighed. Why was he surrounded by idiots all the time? And more importantly, why did he still listen to them?

“Oh, Blasty, you’re back!” Eijirou grinned when he joined the group of dumbasses, wearing nothing but bright red shorts with fucking flames at the bottom, and the ugliest red shoes Kacchan had ever seen.

His eyes slowly travelled up Eijirou’s bare chest, with his roughed up skin and the red tattoos on his shoulders—the ones Kacchan just remembered he was responsible for, although he hadn’t unlocked the memory of how he’d hurt Eijirou yet.

“What the fuck, Shitty Hair, where did you even find this shit?” he asked.

“In the mall, a long time ago. It’s our special beach volleyball uniforms! You like it?” he beamed, striking a pose that definitely wasn’t alluring, yet still messed up Kacchan’s circuits because he was so fucking enthusiastic about it.

“Looks like shit,” he grumbled.

“If you want to play with us, you’ll have to wear one,” Eijirou teased.

“Who said I’m fucking playing with you?”

Kacchan should have expected the disappointment in Eijirou’s eyes. He didn’t like it, and he had no idea anymore if it was coming from himself or from the memories he’d recently unlocked. Would the Kacchan from Eijirou’s memories have said yes?

He growled.

“Fucking fine, we’re playing. But I’m keeping my clothes.”

“Awesome! Thanks, Blasty!” Eijirou exclaimed, putting an arm around Kacchan’s shoulders and bringing him closer.

Kacchan stiffened and pushed him away. Deep down, he knew that he wasn’t supposed to. He’d let Eijirou kiss him and hold his hand, and his corrupted memories probably contained a lot more. But they were in public, and Kacchan wasn’t ready to be this vulnerable, especially if Deku could see. Eijirou’s sad look was impossible to ignore, and Kacchan hated it.

Past him wouldn’t have flinched. He would have probably accepted the affectionate gesture. Maybe he’d have reciprocated, even. Present him was making progress, but it still wasn’t enough, it seemed.

“So, when do we start?” Deku asked, wearing the ridiculous green shorts with yellow flowers he got from the Resistance extras.

“We’re just waiting for Tetsu and his team to come,” Sparky said.

“Oh, we’re playing against them?”

“Yeah! And they’re surprisingly good.”

“We’ve been doing it for years now,” Black Eyes said. “It’s nice to blow off some steam, from time to time.”

“Like you idiots need it,” Kacchan grumbled. “You’re always either fucking relaxing or finding excuses to slack off.”

“Ah, Blasty… You’re a recent model, so young and full of life… But one day, when you’re like us old androids, you’ll see.”

“Shut up, Black Eyes.”

She and her shitty friends snickered. Eijirou had the decency to try and hide his stupid smile, but he was terrible at it. Kacchan was this close to quitting, sad looks be damned, when he heard the awful clunking of machines in the courtyard.

“Hey, bro! You were waiting for us?”

Fucking Tin Can.

Eijirou seemed ecstatic to see the dumb machine, with his ridiculous body that was somehow a shiny silver instead of rusted like the others. The worst thing about his current appearance, though, was that the awful fucking “beach volley uniforms” didn’t only apply to androids, apparently. Both Tin Can in chief and his minions were dressed for the occasion, except the silver machine was wearing a speedo and the rest had either a bikini or swimming trunks and a bikini top, which looked fucking grotesque because their bodies weren’t the right shape for it, with their chunky torso and ridiculously small arms and legs. What the fuck?

So Kacchan really was the only one with normal clothes, huh… Well, he didn’t care. They were the ridiculous ones.

“Tetsu, ready to lose again?” Eijirou grinned, and the glint of competitiveness in his eyes may have done things to Kacchan. Prohibited things.

“Ha, you wish! We’re gonna win this time!” Tin Can roared.

The match itself was… Well, it happened. Kacchan would never understand why anyone would put so much effort in covering an area with sand just to throw a ball at each other, but whatever. Sparky had been right, the machines were surprisingly good, despite their reduced mobility. And Kacchan was grateful for any chance he had to see Eijirou’s fighting spirit in action. Still, the shitty machines didn’t stand a chance.

The last point they scored was a teamwork between Eijirou and him. Excited android roars and frustrated machine cries exploded in Kacchan’s ears as soon as the ball landed. Maybe he was yelling too. After all, it had been a damn good match, and their final move was fucking amazing. Eijirou turned toward him with a victorious smile so bright Kacchan would have turned blind without the blindfold, and they almost toppled over when he ran toward him for a hug.

“We did it, Kacchan!” he yelled.

All of Kacchan’s excitement vanished, and he stiffened again, ready to fight because his stupid body stubbornly interpreted the hug as an aggression. It was probably because the match had activated his fight mode and he hadn’t come down from the rush yet, but he still felt like an idiot. Eijirou noticed immediately and stepped back, his smile still present but fading. Kacchan wanted to apologize, but before either of them could speak, Eijirou was pulled into a group hug or something like that. Kacchan watched from afar, punching Sparky when he tried to pull him in.

As he watched them celebrate their victory with fucking Deku, who apparently had no problem switching back from his fighting mode, if it even activated for him, Kacchan wondered if he’d have been part of it, back when his memories were still complete.

How long until he reached the same level of comfort as before? What was even his level of comfort, back then? He noticed Eijirou’s eyes on him as the red haired android was thrown in the air by the others, and wondered if he’d ever measure up to who he was before.

[my-obsession-academia]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Wandering Home

Chapter: 1/???

Wordcount: 4,700 (ongoing)

Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Rating: T

Summary:

Kirishima is living a normal, human life with his normal, human family, dealing with normal, human problems, like having sharp teeth and sprouting scales from time to time. Just normal, human things.

When he crosses paths with Bakugou, a grumpy foreign adventurer whose dream is to fight a dragon, nothing can stop him from coming along, not even Bakugou himself. Surely, it won't be hard to hide his little "problems" while living in close proximity with someone, right?

Right?

[my-obsession-academia]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Shed Skins and Unbreakable Bonds

Chapter: 1/17

Wordcount: 4,000 (/77,000)

Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Rating: T

Summary: At eleven, Bakugou is sure of one thing: he hates being a Slytherin. That is, until a curious and overly friendly little mer creeps into his life and leaves the door wide open for other people to come in.

Follow Bakugou through his seven years at Hogwarts as he learns about friendship, love, and the woes of growing up

My @krbkfantasybang in collaboration with @eemdraws

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Reminder that I posted the last chapter of my story and this 78k HP AU baby is officially complete!

Feel free to read if it you like wizards, mermaids, trans Bakugou and mer Kirishima, and kiribaku (obviously). And also what it feels like to be a kid, because I apparently did that well

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: And They Were (Room)Mates

Chapter: 1/1

Wordcount: 3,600

Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Rating: E

Summary: Bakugou is a werewolf sent by his pack to the human world so he can learn more about them. Of course, it’s top-secret and he can’t let anyone know, especially his roommate/crush Kirishima.

Kirishima is a werewolf sent by his pack to the human world so he can learn more about them. Of course, it’s top-secret and he can’t let anyone know, especially his roommate/crush Bakugou.

Or: Two idiots, so busy hiding their secret they don’t notice how suspicious their own roommate is

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Moonlight

Chapter: 1/1

Wordcount: 4,000

Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Rating: M

Summary: When Bakugou moves into a new house in the middle of nowhere, he expects to be left alone. Instead, he's stuck with four neighbors who are obsessed with moon calendars, have the weirdest allergies, and act more like dogs than their own dogs (that are somehow never seen with their owners). That's a lot of coincidences, but it's none of Bakugou's business. And no, Deku, for the last time, werewolves don't exist!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: A Thousand Words, One Weakness

Chapter: 1/1

Wordcount: 5,000

Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Rating: M

Summary: Detective Bakugou is working on a tough case and once more, he finds himself asking his favorite informant Kirishima for help. He wishes he could have more than a professional relationship with the dragon but alas, it's not meant to be. ...right?

Or: the Urban Fantasy/Film Noir fic no one asked for!