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The cold sea breeze gently grazed your skin as you stepped out of the old, cheap beach hotel that class 3-A had been staying in for the last week, a spur of the moment decision to get together to “celebrate all the good times”, as they’ve called it.
Not that graduating would make that big of an impact on your friendships, most of you were already planning on applying for a renowned hero-based college that hero course students from Yuuei have been known to attend.
It was a big step though, so you supposed this little trip wasn’t a bad idea.
Sand littered the concrete porch as a result of hundreds of people dragging their feet inside from the beach, and you winced at the unpleasant feeling of the small grains biting into the soles of your feet as you gingerly made your way to the shore.
You made your way down the shoreline, slowly letting your eyes adjust to the darkness as you watched small waves roll in and pull back out into the seemingly endless watery expanse of the sea.
Even after a long day at the beach, you had given up on sleep, as the girls in the room next door were being horribly loud, and you had instead resorted to taking a night stroll by yourself with the hopes that those noisy fiends would be asleep by the time you got back.
With your hands locked behind your back and hair ruffled by the wind, you wandered your way to the wall you had seen earlier in the day and scouted as a nice place to perch on and watch the tide roll in.
Multiple poorly made sandcastles and waterways were scattered around the otherwise untouched ground, and you were careful not to destroy any of the fragile structures as you walked
As you neared the graffiti-covered structure that you could barely make out in the darkness, you caught sight of a familiar silhouette of messy spiked hair settled on top. Pausing for just a moment when you realized who it was, you almost decided to turn back and take your chances with the girls.
“—Bakugou?” you asked uncertainly.
He looked down, crimson eyes looked stunning with the moonlight reflecting in them, but narrowed at your silent approach.
"You.” he started, sounding annoyed, “What do you want.”
As if you had come to disturb his peace on purpose.
You bristled at his tone. Oh boy. “— Uh, the girls were being loud and I couldn’t really sleep- so I thought I’d come sit here for a while.” you tried to explain through your exhausted state, waving your arms vaguely towards the wall.
He raised an eyebrow, looking unimpressed.
It wasn’t that you and Bakugou didn't like each other necessarily, you just frequently clashed in often pointless yelling matches, going head to head, nearly killing each other during training many times. But to be fair, ― so did just about everybody else who knew the aggressive male.
Still, after three years of knowing the guy, you had formed some sort of strange friendship after facing countless villains and near-death situations together. Not to mention being dragged into the dumb shenanigans of your mindless classmates that you knew you had both grown equally fond of.
But he was there first so you decided that he technically had rights to have the place to himself
“Well then,— since you were here first, I’ll just keep walking. Later Bakugou.” You turned around to quickly make your leave.
“— Oi, wait-”
You stopped and swiveled back around to see him wearing a conflicted expression, like he would much rather throw himself into the ocean before him than say what he wanted to.
“Tch, You can stay.”
Eh??
“What?” You asked incredulously, sure that you must have misheard.
"What?" He mocked, mimicking your voice.
Rolling his eyes, he looked away.
“I said, you can stay dumbass — you won’t find a better fucking place here than this.”
He spat each word out slowly like you were some annoying child, too dull to understand what he was saying.
You blinked dumbly at him.
“Or you can just leave and try to sleep with your annoying friends, I don’t care.” he chided.
Not willing to give up this sudden act of uncharacteristic generosity, you moved back towards the wall and pulled yourself up to the top of the old stone structure, moving to where he was seated and being careful not to place your feet too close to any of the weather worn sides where you could easily slip off.
You sat down and swung your legs over the ledge, leaving about a hands length of distance in between the two of you.
You both sat in silence for some time, breathing in the salty moist sea air, watching the waves try to crawl away from the dark stretch of deep blue water and be pulled helplessly back in a mesmerizing rhythm.
Occasionally you would sneak fleeting glances at the boy beside you, with his ruffled bed hair and sleepy eyes, you might have almost labeled him as cute— were it not for the seemingly permanent scowl set on his face.
You settled your gaze on the water and thought back to how far you’ve all come in the last three years, — as hero’s, as people. How the temper Bakugou had always held, had gotten slightly better, or maybe he was just soft for his classmates now. You had all grown so much, it was hard to believe your time at Yuuei was almost over.
“Oi, What are you thinking about so hard.”
You turned your head towards the blonde who was watching your silent reminiscing.
“You got that stupid look on your face when you’re thinking about something too much,— keep doing that and your brain is going to fry like that dunce face, idiot.”
Ignoring his petty jab, you looked down at your feet and shrugged, “It’s pretty weird that high school’s almost over huh? We’re gonna be adults pretty soon.”
He clicked his tongue at you, “Oi, don’t pull this shit on me now, I didn’t let you bother me just so you get all sappy over something lame.”
You looked away and sighed in exasperation, “I’m not gonna get sappy asshole, but just― uh, I don’t know, do you regret anything?”
“Regret?— no, I came to Yuuei to become the best hero ever, and that’s exactly what I did, why would I regret anything? Don’t ask stupid questions you dolt.”
You looked at him pointedly, does he ever run out of insults?
“Ok, fair enough, you did what you came here to do, but being a part of the hero course, we didn’t have the uniform high school experience most kids do.”
You thought of the times when hero training had left you and the other students completely exhausted and mentally drained, to the point where you couldn’t do much other than sleep after class.
“Is there anything you regret missing out on?”
He fixed you with an impatient look, “What is that even supposed to mean.”
You hesitated, “Like, I wish I had tried to get along with everyone better from the beginning, instead of being so closed off. Or I always thought relationships and stuff were stupid, that we’re too young to be thinking of that shit, but Mina and Denki go off about how great it is all the time— and I wonder what it could have been like sometimes.”
You were just saying whatever came to you now, the tiredness clouding your minding completely obliterating any filter of shame you might have had.
“I’ve never kissed anyone before yunno.”
You kept your eyes trained on the water ahead. “It’s probably a stupid thing to regret but, whatever.”
“Hm,— loser.”
You grumbled and looked at him through the corner of your eye, annoyed to see him smirking.
You sighed and turned to him, “Ok, — so I’ve spilled my deepest secrets to you, now it’s your turn, blasty.”
He rolled his eyes at you like the big extra asshole he is and scowled, holding his hand up menacingly.
“I regret not blowing you’re ass up to the moon the first chance I got, dipshit.”
You frown at him and raise an eyebrow unamused.
Bakugou huffs and rests his hands behind him and looks up at the sky where the stars were clearly visible, un-obscured by the lights of the big city. You wait for him to continue.
“I guess, instead of looking down on everyone around me at first, If I could have accepted their strengths and learned from them, I would have improved even faster and been first from the very beginning. Not that it matters now,― ’m always gonna be the best.”
You smile softly to yourself at that, Bakugou may be a little rough around the edges but he was always giving it his all, and his personality had certainly improved from where he was before.
“Aw.” You shove him with your shoulder, “Look at you being all mature and accepting your faults.”
He snaps his head towards you, “Wha― shut up! Their not faults! I don’t have faults!”
A burst of laughter escaped your mouth and he turned away pouting, you suppressed an eye roll.
You grinned and settled into quiet silence again, this time it was a little more comfortable, because the damn guy can't let good things stay good, Bakugou soon muttered something else.
“Huh?”
“I said, I’ve never kissed anyone before either. Damn, get your ears checked.”
You gawked at him. He’s never kissed anyone before? And he had the audacity to make fun of you for it!
“But, you called me a loser for never being kissed before! You hypocritical fucking asshole! What the hell!”
He clenched his jaw and blinked dismissively at you.
“Yea, whatever— so do you want to or not?”
You stared at him in confusion, still slightly peeved at him. “Want to what?” you asked.
“Hah?” He growled. “You’re the one who fucking― fuck, — dammit, do you wanna kiss or not dumbass!”
What? Kiss? Bakugou? What?
You gaped at him in disbelief, and your chest tightened around your now furiously beating heart.
You swallowed nervously and studied him, looking for any sign that he might be kidding, or you were imagining this.
One of his hands were stuffed into the pockets of his soft sleep pants and his posture seemed relaxed at first glance but looking closer, you could see that the hand resting behind him was clenched up into a fist, and his face held the slightest signs of a flush spreading across them.
You met his eyes and found yourself unable to look away. Bakugou had a way of intimidating people just by holding eye contact, an intimidating red that could make anyone cower uncomfortably, and like with everything else he does, ― he won’t back down. As if who will look away first is some kind of challenge he needs to win.
But this time, his expression was borderline nervous, shy almost, the scowl never left his face and his eyebrows creased further, but his voice came out more soft than his usual growl.
“You don’t have to if you don’t wanna.” He grumbled. “I only suggested it cause you were talking about regrets and kissing an’you shouldn’t graduate regretting shit like a loser―”
“―Ok.” You interrupted.
“Hah? Ok?"
The heat you’d been trying to stop from spreading across your face all this time, finally broke through and you shifted tensely.
“Yeah, C’mon it’s fine, I want this.”
His face reddened further and his eyes widened. “Don’t say it like that idiot! It sounds dirty.”
You stuttered and hit him on the shoulder before turning away and burying your face in your hands, “I- It did not! You just need to get your mind out of the gutter, shut the fuck up Bakugou!”
“You shut the fuck up!”
Ugh, hormonal teenagers!
You took a deep breath and tried to regain your bearings and looked up through your fingers to see that he was already watching you closely.
He sighed and glared at you.
“Hey, - I can’t kiss you if you’re not looking at me.”
You only peered at him with wider eyes.
How could he change moods so fast? You swore, this boy was going to give you whiplash one day.
Trying to control your breathing one more time, you let out a shaky breath and removed your hands from your face, looking up at him through you’re eyelashes.
You straightened your back and drew the leg closest to him up so it was in between the two of you, bringing you to face him completely.
Still not able to meet his eyes bored into his unfairly well-built chest, clad in a black night shirt, as if they held all the answers to the world.
You felt his hand brush the side of your arm and wrap his fingers around it, pulling you closer till you could feel his breath on your cheek.
You bit your lip and tilted your head up to look at him. You met his eyes, a deep red in the darkness, and hoped he couldn’t hear your heart beating rapidly, even over the wind and the waves.
His other hand came up to graze your face and hooked under your chin, bringing you even closer to him. He followed your gaze as they fell on his lips and you licked your own unconsciously.
Slowly, you both closed the distance, lips meeting softly in the middle. You stayed still for a moment, and relaxed when he started moving against you, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
Your mind blanked and seemed to go on autopilot after that. Hands moving from your sides to grip his shirt and bunch them into fists, pulling him even closer.
One of his hands snaked around your back, holding you in place while the other caressed your cheek and buried itself in your hair. Your lips molded against each other and you pushed against him a little harder.
For someone who’s never kissed anyone before, he sure was good at it.
The hand in your hair pulled slightly and angled your head upwards and deepened the kiss, you gasped when his tongue slipped out to run over your bottom lip and pulled it in between his teeth.
Your heart fluttered wildly, too much contact all at once and with the kiss moving faster with every passing second, you could only hold on desperately to his shirt, trying to ground yourself from the haze threatening to engulf your mind.
You’re mouths parted and danced recklessly into each other, his movements were controlling and powerful, biting at your lips every so often and running over them with his soft tongue in apology, and you tried to keep up on your side, responding with eager motions and little tugs of your teeth, the low groans he released when you tugged gently at his ash-blonde hair with the hand that had somehow found its way there, a sure sign that you were doing something right.
After what could have been minutes, or hours, only did your part for air. Whatever hesitation you had was gone and you both panted heavily, staring at each other with half-lidded eyes.
Somewhere in you’re intoxicated state, you realized that one of his hand’s hand slipped under your shirt and was running soothing patterns on your back, and you sighed softly at the feeling.
He seemed to realize this and moved his hand away, hesitantly you both drew away from each other. You almost sighed out loud at the loss of feeling and warmth and took in a deep breath.
“Well.” You started, voice a little broken. “That was ― nice.”
He ran a hand through his hair and let out a breathy laugh, you noticed the way his lips were swollen, and his cheeks a slightly red tinge and you couldn’t help the sudden surge of smugness that spread over you, even though you guessed you were in no less of a disheveled state.
“Yea,― nice.” he answered.
He then grinned slyly at you and you’re heart skipped a beat.
You just weren’t used to seeing him with such a boyish look you, told yourself.
“So then, no more regrets? You look like you enjoyed yourself.”
You sighed deeply and rolled your eyes, sending him a little glare.
“Yeah, No more regrets, asshole.”