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The sun sank slowly into the sea, painting the horizon with a hue of pink and orange. The sand was warm beneath the toes of Class 1-A as they played a game of beach volleyball while they waited for Aizawa to call them back in. The students groaned in disappointment. One by one, they entered the hotel, too entranced in their conversation to even notice the beautiful sunset... all except for Kirishima who stayed behind, waiting for his best friend Bakugou who was still in the bathroom. He sighed contently as he watched the sky transform before his eyes, marveling at its beauty."
"Man Bakubro is sure taking his sweet time" The red head thought to himself
Kirishima nervously glanced at the darkening sky as he rushed toward the plastic toilet container and knocked on the door, "Bakubro, you ok man? You've been in there for a while" He called out for his friend but there was no answer. A small sliver of light shone through the crack between the door and its frame; Kirishima slowly pushed open the door, only to find that the container was empty.
"huh" Kirishima looked around puzzled, where could he have gone?He closed the stal and walked further. Despite knowing that he should turn and head back to his inviting hotel room he kept going till he reached the restricted part of the area.What the hell am i doing" Kiri thought to himself. How was he even going to find Bakugou? Bakugou might just be in the hotel room and he just didn't see him go inside. But before Kiri could lift his foot to leave he hears a familiar voice.
"Is that you, shitty hair?"
Kiri spun around to see who had called him. It was Bakugou, leaning against a fence, a cigarette in his hand. Kiri's eyes widen. He had been searching for Bakugou for a while now and had almost given up hope. "I've been looking all over for you, man," Kiri said, approaching Bakugou. "And why the hell were you looking for me?" Bakugou asked, blowing a puff of smoke into the air. Kiri hesitated for a moment before responding. "I was just worried." The redhead admitted "And you shouldn't be outside alone at this time"
Bakugou rolled his eyes at Kiri's concern. "I can handle myself, dumbass. But thanks for caring, I guess." He flicked the ash off his cigarette and took another drag. Kiri shifted uncomfortably, not sure what to say next. The tension between them was palpable. Red billowed from the end of Bakugou's cigarette and stung his eyes. He pulled in a deep breath, took another drag, and held the smoke for a moment before exhaling. Who would have thought Bakugou was the type to smoke?
It was such a relief to see him so calm, like he'd just had a revelation or something, which was odd after all that yelling he did back at volleyball. "Bakubro," said Kirishima (not very quietly), "we should get back inside." The acrid smell of cigarettes and burning filters cut through the heavy salty smell of the sea. " I'm blowing off some fucking steam shithead," Bakugou grumbled beneath his breath. Kiri watched as he inhaled the cigarette smoke, his brows furrowed in concentration. He seemed distant tonight, lost in his own thoughts and emotions. Kiri’s heart ached; he could feel something was wrong, but had no way of knowing what it was. Maybe asking would get him answers, but at the same time, he was scared of breaking Bakugou's hard exterior.
But Kirishima couldn't let it go. He couldn't just leave his best friend out in the cold, smoking all alone. He knew he had to push further, to find out what was going on. "Hey man, is everything okay?" Kiri asked, his voice gentle. Bakugou scoffed, taking another drag. "Of course everything's fucking fine," he spat. "Why wouldn't it be?" Kiri didn't believe him. He could see the tension in the blonde's shoulders, the way he kept glancing over his shoulder. "You're not acting like yourself," Kirishima said softly.
"Is something bothering you?" Bakugou hesitated for a moment before sighing, his shoulders slumping. "It's just...I don't fucking know, ok," he muttered. "I guess I've been feeling really restless lately. And I don't know how to deal with it." The redhead stayed silent. "I don't know what to do," he croaked, his voice trembling with frustration. Despite the obvious turmoil he was feeling, a part of him felt stuck, as if he didn't have the power to act or make decisions. He could feel all these emotions bubbling up inside him , but he had no idea how to get rid of them. He knew he should be doing something, anything, yet here he was, feeling paralyzed and lost in his thoughts. Kirishima hesitated before he responing "Hey, It's ok Bakubro i totally understand how you feel... Is there anything i can do to help?"
Kiri waited for an answer as he watched Bakugou take another puff, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the cool night air. There was something different about him, something that made Kirishima's heart race. He had never seen Bakugou like this before, so calm and collected, yet so troubled to the world around him.
"I need to feel something," he said, his voice low and urgent. "Anything to take my mind off this shit." the redhead could feel his heart racing and the thoughts and emotions he has tried to supress for years.
As he stood there, watching Bakugou smoke, Kiri could feel his body responding to the tension in the air. He felt a heat rising within him, a familiar yearning he has felt before. He was drawn to Bakugou in a way that he couldn't explain, and it both scared and excited him. The way Bakugou's blazing quirk illuminated for all to see, his pristine ash blonde hair, the muscular lines that ran down his perfect torso - no matter how many times he looked on in admiration, his hunger never seemed to satiate. The way Bakugou says his name like sweet golden honey, the electricity that sparked through their veins whenever they had a moment of physical contact.
Without a single doubt everything about Bakugou was perfect. Subconsiously, Kiri took a step closer to Bakugou, his eyes fixed on the cigarette between his red chapped lips. He could feel the heat of the other man's body, his own body responding to the proximity. For a moment, they stood there in silence, the only sound the crackling of the cigarette as Bakugou took another drag. Kirishima's heart thumped in his chest as he leaned closer to Bakugou, their faces now only a whisper apart. His fingers brushed against Bakugou's lips as he wordlessly pulled his cigarette out of the other's mouth. The moment seemed to last for eternity as they stared into each other's eyes
"Kats..." until finally, their lips touched, and Bakugou was awestruck by the sensation that flooded through him. He tasted like dark chocolate and cigarettes, a delightful bittersweet taste that intoxicated Kirishima. The blonde responded with an enthusiasm born from pure desire; nothing else mattered in that moment except for tasting each other deeply and revelling in their passionate embrace.
As their lips danced against each other, Kirishima could feel Bakugou's hands slowly making their way to the small of his back. He could feel the heat emanating from Bakugou's body and it only made him want more.Kirishima broke the kiss for air but quickly pulled him in for another. Bakugou moaned as the kiss deepened, their tongues intertwining. The blonde's hands slowly made their way down Kirishima's back, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. Kirishima could feel Bakugou's heart thump faster, and it only made him more eager.
Katsuki grabbed Eijirou's lower lip, tugging it gently. His eyes smoldering, Katsuki leaned in, dipping his tongue into the blush of Eijiro's lips. In a feverish frenzy, they crashed together like waves against the shoreline. Eijiro's hands knotted into Katsuki's hair as he deepened their passionate kiss. Moaning into each other, they tasted every inch of their mouths with fervor and pleasure. Their kissing intensified and became more messy as they clung to each other, their mouths hungrily exploring every inch of each other. They wanted to savor every second, their desire for each other growing with every second.
As the waves crashed against the shore and the salty sea breeze blew through their hair, they couldn't help but feel alive. It was a feeling that they both craved, a temporary escape from the harsh reality that awaited them back at the hotel. But as they stood there, their bodies pressed against each other, their minds were brought back to the present. The redhead knew that this was wrong, that their friendship could never survive the weight of their desire. Kirishima with the sun-kissed skin pulled away, his eyes filled with regret. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the crashing waves. The other boy's heart sank as he watched him walk away, disappearing into the dark void of the empty beach. Kirishima knew that they could never go back to the way things were before, that their brief moment of passion had forever changed their relationship. As Bakugou stood there, alone on the beach, he felt a sense of emptiness wash over him.
It was nice while it lasted.