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The air is crisp and perfect, just like it always is. The dirt crunching under his feet, the faint smell of flowers. Everything is perfect up here. The mountains path curls with branches and leaves, bushes twisting and turning around the bends. It’s a path Bakugou is accustomed to, one he is been on over and over again. He knows every pebble and tree here. But only on the path. He has never been outside of it, he has seen the horror movies, he knows the there are animals deep in the forest. So he keeps the trail, as close as he can.
But unlike every time he comes here, he isn’t alone. Kirishima’s feet crunch on the ground behind him as he screams loudly about how beautiful it is.
He can’t hear the birds tweet over Kirishima’s screaming, nor the buzz of the insects. Something he usually loves and basks in and yet the tone in Kirishima’s voice, the fact that he is there with him. He is all he wants to hear.
“It’s so pretty out here! How many time have you been out here?”
Bakugou trails his fingers on the edge of the bushes, “Since I was a kid.”
“Oh man, you must know about some super cool secrets about this place, huh?” He can feel the excitement radiate from him. Bakugou scoffs under his breath. “Yeah, we are going to see some of them.” He is glad Kirishima is behind him or else he’d see the sheepish smile on Bakugou’s face.
“Then why are we taking the path? Don’t you know some shortcuts or something.”
“No, I’d rather not get lost in the woods.”
Bakugou cast a glance back at Kirishima, who looks thoroughly deflated.
“Then it’s not cool if its part of the trail, everyone knows about those! I’m talking about something no one knows about.”
Bakugou huffs. His stuff is interesting and cool! Half of the places he is almost sure people have never been to.
Kirishima’s fingers lock onto Bakugou’s elbow and give half-hearted hugs, “Come oooooon!”
“We don’t stray from the path.” It’s distinct and strict. If they stray from the path who knows what will happen. There could be anything in these woods and Bakugou could never forgive himself if something were to happen to Kirishima on his watch. But when he looks behind him, ready to give him a meaningful glare, scare him into listening Kirishima is already stepping into the forest.
“Hey, idiot are you even listening to me? Do you wanna die?” Anxiety tingles in his palms and the branches dig into his skin, leaves cutting against his ankles as he pushes through it to find Kirishima.
“Come on man, don’t be a pussy!” It comes from somewhere close to him and then Bakugou sees a flash of red. Got him. Bakugou rushes forward, pushing through the thick underbrush. He catches the band on Kirishima’s backpack yanking him back.
“What are you doing? I just told you not to-”
He doesn't get to continue when he sees the sight in front of them. It’s a flattened part of the mountain, the field spanning far until he couldn’t see it anymore. In the field, it’s littered with splotches of red. Strawberries. It’s a field full of strawberries.
“Holy shit”
How had Bakugou not seen this before? He never even knew this was here? Kirishima turns to smile at him, “See, you didn’t even know about this!”
And before Bakugou can even yell at him for how stupid he was he was rushing into the field. Bakugou’s hand still wrapped around his backpack is pulled along and then they are rolling.
It would have been romantic if they had run into that field together, or possibly even shared a strawberry but that's not what happened. Due to the abundance of branches and leaves, untrimmed Kirishima tripped, and due to Bakugou holding onto him followed suit.
There were so many things Bakugou wanted to do up in the mountain with Kirishima. He wanted to show him his favorite spots, eat their lunch on the nicest cliff, literally anything but this.
The leaves and twigs dig into his skin and hair, pulling at his flesh, he let out a gurgled scream as they continued down the small hill. He could feel the dirt clinging to his skin, Kirishima’s screams, the strawberries squishing again his skin.
He finally rolls to a stop. Pain floods through him, pulsing on his skin. He can just faintly hear Kirishima’s groan. Oh fuck. He slowly crawls to Kirishima, digging his nails through the mud, pressing his bruised palms into the moist dirt.
Is Kirishima okay?
He has to be okay. He brought him here, he made him come here and if Kirishima isn’t okay Bakugou doesn’t know what he would do. The panic buzzes through him. He feels desperate as he approaches Kirishima’s body, soft groaning coming from him.
“Ki...Kirishima?”
He can see some faint bruises, blotches of red on his skin but not that many. He probably used his quirk.
“Kiri?”
Kirishima turns to him, bringing a dirty hand to swipe the leaves out of his eyes. It takes him a second to realize that he is smiling. The dread practically fades away, anger takes its place.
“You could have gotten hurt! You’re so dumb!” He can’t stop the words flooding out of his mouth, the pops coming from his palms but he’d rather yell then let Kirishima see him worry.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” He barely hears it over his own yelling.
“What?”
Kirishima points to the bushes that surround them. Their leaves curl around them, shining in the light. The strawberries dangle so sweetly in front of his, basically begging for him to take a bite. It's even prettier up close.
“That’s not the point! You could have gotten hurt.”
Kirishima has a strawberry in his mouth when he turns back, lips curled into a smirk. He nods his head toward Bakugou, gesturing for him to eat some. Despite the anger, the worry and everything else Bakugou is feeling he can’t help but move closer, nibbling at the strawberry.
The kiss is sweet and juicy and everything Bakugou thought it would be and more. His fears dip away into joy. He can’t help but smile. When he pulls away he sees Kirishima again but it’s different this time.
His red hair mingles with the green leaves and dirt, splashes of smushed strawberries on his cheeks. Bakugou leans closer, he can smell the mountain on him. And presses his lips to the corner of his mouth. Ever so slightly. Kirishima pulls himself up to his elbows. Kissing him back, holding a soft hand to his cheeks. Their lips connect again and again.
Kirishima laughs and Bakugou pulls away, “What?”
“You taste like strawberries.”
And despite how dumb it is and how embarrassed Bakugou is he smiles.
“You’re an idiot.”