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Deeming themselves far enough from shore, as it looks like a tiny speck in the distance, Bakugou hops up onto Kirishima's shoulders and settles his legs on either side of Kirishima's head. His thighs settle on already hardened shoulders: hardened because they didn't want to risk slices and pinches on Bakugou's flesh from the hardening process. Well, Kirishima didn't want to risk them; Bakugou could give a fuck.
His thoughts are now occupied with how the hell Kirishima floats when he's literal stone. Bakugou suspects it's because Kirishima's an air head. Or full of hot air.
His best friend, and crush for over two years now, continues to float just fine.
He snorts to himself.
"Hm?" Eijirou's querying hum floats to him from below. He raises his head to try to look at Katsuki, but can't quite get the angle, so his head looks like it's on a swivel.
It's not cute except for how it really is. Katsuki leans and bends a little forward to look into Eijirou's eyes, amusement plain on his face. Probably fondness too, which is annoying.
Katsuki gives a little kick with his heels. "Nothing. You ready?"
A bright, sharp grin breaks across Kirishima's face. "Let's do this!" He punch his fists together, which causes a splash that hits him up the nose and causes him to sputter.
Bakugou lets out a laugh. "Yeah, let's do this, Shitty Hair." He readies his hands, ready to send explosions that will propel them all the way to the beach.
Luckily, being around Kirishima always makes him sweat more, so there's plenty to work with.
When he realized he liked his friend as more than a friend, he had felt mostly annoyed and put out. He'd always put that shit aside because he had work to do. Months later, realizing how seemlessly they worked together, he knew that if anything, a relationship with Kirishima would help them both reach the top. He'd never wanted to share the number one position, but he'd be mostly okay sharing it with Kirishima.
Kirishima started burbling raspberries in the water, as if he was a boat whose engine was being revved.
Idiot, Bakugou thinks, soft smile on his face. He's glad Kirishima can't see him. The fond he can feel on his face is probably beaming all the way to the stratosphere.
He leans forward even further and blasts off.
Kirishima is hardened to cut through the waves as smoothly as possible. Ever since Kaminari had wondered if Kirishima could be a surfboard, it hadn't left either Bakugou or Kirishima's thoughts. So here they were. Sure, Bakugou's not standing on him. And he's not fiberglass and far bumpier and sharper than a real surfboard, but Bakugou loves those things about him.
Kirishima goes where Bakugou guides them, blasts correcting the course for straight ahead toward the distant shore.
Bakugou after maybe 10 seconds already feels like he's got a handle on this and decides to turn them in a circle, then a figure eight. His thighs help tell Kirishima which way to lean, a press here, a push there. All the while, he hears whoops of joy and ringing laughter from Kirishima.
Suddenly he knows that today is the day he'll confess. Worst that can happen is Kirishima turns him down; best thing that can happen is they add yet another layer to their partnership. He'd been waiting for the best time, for months now. It's absolutely time to stop fucking waiting.
He speeds them to the shore, and they land with a tumble, their limbs tangling as they roll with the landing. They're laughing loud and joyful though, unhurt.
They end up with Kirishima on top of Bakugou laughing so hard he has tears in his eyes. Bakugou's breath catches mid-laugh, and he can feel the awe crawl across his face. He lets it fully exude for once.
Kirishima after closing and then opening his eyes to clear the tears away, focuses on Bakugou's face, laughter slowly falling away. A look of wonder crosses his features. His eyes glance to Bakugou's lips, quick, before flitting back to his eyes. There's a blush forming across his cheeks.
Bakugou grins then, feral and happy. He raises his hand and cups the back of Kirishima's neck and pulls him gently down.
They kiss, soft, a little awkward. Their noses are pressed against each other, so Bakugou tilts his head a little and ah, there. He feels Kirishima melt on top of him with a small happy sigh that puffs across his cheeks.
They break apart and Kirishima lays his head in the crook of Bakugou's neck.
"Perfect day, huh, Katsuki?"
Bakugou hums in agreement. His arms come to wrap around Kirishima. They lay there, breathing together, contentedly. Happily. Having a blast.