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Kirishima grunted as he lifted weights. "99,100,” he said, almost dropping the weights on himself as he wiped the sweat from his brow. He was one of the only ones at this gym, as usual, since most went to the fancier one in the next town over. He kept his gym bag on the side of the bench, which honestly resembled more of a backpack than a gym bag, but what could he do? Kirishima couldn’t afford to blow 50 dollars on a brand new gym bag. He unzipped the bag and took out a pair of shorts with a rainbow stripe on the side. He couldn’t go get coffee all sweaty, could he?
He walked out of the gym, making sure to thank the receptionist as he left. His backpack slung over one shoulder, he walked the 9 blocks down the road to the coffee shop. He hummed as he went, Boy Genius’s new album in his head. He pushed open the door to the coffee shop, the bell making a small ringing sound as he walked in.
There was a black-haired man already ordering in front of him, so he lined up behind him. He looked around at the decorations that he had seen almost a countless number of times. The lamps hanging from the ceiling that were placed meticulously around the shop, the white tablecloths, the worn down booths that had a homely feel to them. The shop was always exceptionally clean too, courtesy of the sweeping that took place everyday at closing time. Moon’s Coffee had been part of his daily routine for a long while. The man in front of him had finished ordering and stepped back to wait.
Kirishima walked up to the counter. He always ordered the same thing. “Unicorn Frappe please.” The blonde boy groaned as he took down his order. “Ok porcupine, go wait.” ‘Porcupine?’ Kirishima wondered. ‘Oh, my hair.’ he realized. “Yours isn’t much different, you know. And my name is Kirishima.” The blonde boy rolled his eyes and looked up at the ceiling as he did, as the joke was exactly that. But he refocused his gaze onto Kirishima, poring over him. “Kirishima, huh?” He said, dragging out the name. “I’ll remember that.” Kirishima blushed slightly. He wasn’t used to pretty boys teasing him. Kirishima read his name tag before he went to sit down. Bakugo, it read. "Alright, Bakugo.” Kirishima said as he sat in the nearest chair.
Bakugo looked irritated as he called the man who was in front of Kirishima. The man looked over at him and noticed the rainbow stripe on his shorts. “Damn gays,” He muttered. Kirishima simply looked away, he didn’t want to attract attention. But Bakugo’s head snapped up. “What did you say?” His voice was threatening. “I said”, the man began, enunciating each word. “Damn gays, always showing up everywhere, pissing me off.” Bakugo walked out from behind the counter and faced the man. He looked at Kirishima, closed his eyes, and swung. His fist connected with the man’s jaw and the man staggered back. “What the hell?” The man said, holding his jaw. Kirishima watched with wide eyes, he almost couldn’t believe it. The whole cafe was now staring at the messy scene.
Bakugo took a few deep breaths. “Get out.” At the sound of the barista’s voice wavering, Kirishima stood up. Bakugo looked over at him, a blank look on his face. Kirishima started to say something but the man had stood up and was glaring at him. “Go against God’s wishes now, but in the final judgment you will pay.” Getting back behind the counter, Bakugo leaned forward and said, “Hey. You can either get out now, or face consequences later.” The man’s eyes widened, then quickly narrowed. “But you assaulted me! I can sue-” Bakugo cut him off. “I don’t have the time nor the patience for this shit. Get the fuck out.” He nearly growled these last words. Kirishima’s eyes followed the man as he walked out. “Thanks.” He said, gulping. Kirishima hoped he’d never face this guy’s wrath. Bakugo didn’t reply, instead focusing on putting the man’s drink on the counter.
“You want this?” Bakugo asked, after a seemingly long time. “Depends on what it is.” Kirishima replied. Bakugo looked at the label again, squinting at it. “Some.. sweet ass caramel shit. But it seems like you’d like that.” Kirishima laughed a bit. “Yeah, I happen to have a bit of a sweet tooth. Sure,” Bakugo totaled that and it came out to $17.47. “I have to pay for it?” Bakugo’s lips quirked up. “This isn’t a handout. I never mentioned it being free.” Kirishima reached into his back pocket for his wallet. He pulled it out and took out a 20 dollar bill. “Here, ‘Shima.” Kirishima smiled at the nickname. Bakugo handed him both drinks and Kirishima took them graciously. He figured that at least he could stay up longer today.
As Kirishima walked out of the cafe, the street lights outside began to light up as the sky darkened. Summer had just begun, and he welcomed the warm season. He thought about what he would fill his time with this summer, as he wasn’t taking classes in the summer anymore. But he had other matters to worry about as he touched his shoulder and realized he had forgotten his backpack at the cafe. He sprinted back, silently grateful to all the training he did over the past school year.
Kirishima pushed open the door to the coffee shop, almost falling over himself as he ran in. Bakugo had his backpack and was hanging it by one of his fingers. “Forgetful ass. I was wondering when you’d show up.” He said as Kirishima reached out to grab his bag. “Thanks.” Kirishima said. He took his bag and walked out again, only pausing to turn around and look at Bakugo, who was tending to another customer. Kirishima turned back around again, and started to head home. He lived only a few blocks down the road from Moon Coffee, in a small apartment. Kirishima reached into his backpack and took out his keys to unlock the door.
He lived with Denki, who had been his friend since middle school. They had been through a lot together since then, so naturally they had decided to be roommates in high school. Denki didn’t seem to be home, so Kirishima figured he must be at his shop or with his boyfriend, Shinso. Denki had made dinner, Kirishima’s favorite, tonkatsu. Tying his hair into a ponytail that brushed against the base of his neck, Kirishima grabbed his papers as he sat down to eat, only getting up to get his reading glasses. Kirishima had been thinking about taking a writing class that was held at the community center and he had been reading up on similar activities. He didn’t know what he was going to do this summer. He had just graduated high school last year, and he was bored out of his mind.
Kirishima had finished his dinner a while ago, and the time on the clock now read 2:14 am. Kirishima knew he wasn’t getting the sleep he needed, and he was constantly reminded of this due to the eyebags that were beginning to form under his eyes. Denki came in just then, shirt unbuttoned and looking exhausted. “Hey,” he said to Kirishima. “You going to bed soon? I need to check something.” Kirishima shook his head. “I’m not finished reading over this, but I’ll go to the study so you can use the computer.” He collected his papers and rubbed his eyes as he began to walk to the study.
Denki looked concerned as Kirishima walked out, but he just shook his head. Kirishima blinked as the bright light from the computer flashed from Denki logging in. ‘There was a severe lack of doors in this house,’ he thought. He walked into the study and took it all in. The study had a low ceiling, lower than all the other ceilings in the apartment. The shelves were overwhelmed with books, though only Denki paid them any mind as he loved reading, which was why most of the books accommodated for his dyslexia. Kirishima’s eyes traveled across the pages he had set on the table, and he opened a journal to write down the important information from the infographic. He felt his eyes beginning to close, and he struggled to stay awake.
Kirishima’s head fell onto the table, and he fell asleep.