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Toga titters as she watches her knife glint against the hazy sun. "Shiggy? Can I stab them now, pretty please?" She pouts and clasps her hands together in pleading. "Just a drop of their blood, I've never had the chance to—"
"Enough, Toga," Shigaraki snaps, ferociously scratching at his nape. "We need to stick to the plan first. If one of them is still alive by the end of it, then I'll consider if you may."
A whine squeaks out of her as Dabi stalks towards the group. "All the exits are blocked off, and Twice has a double or two of me downstairs in case some pro-hero with a water quirk shows up."
The itching on Shigaraki's neck subdues but does not cease. "Good..." he rasps. "That's good."
"Listen up...fuckers," Katsuki barks, rising to his battle stance. He has just come around to consciousness again, and everything feels smudged and foggy. "You thought you got me, but look who's still standing, bitch!"
The smirk on the trio's faces only widens as their eyes swim with blood lust. "Toga, you can carve this one up as much as you'd like, but leave the red one alone. We don't want to chip your blades now, do we?"
Sparks crackle in Katsuki's palms as new-found adrenaline thumps through his chest. He isn't scared but enraged. "Oi, Crusty! He has a fucking name." Katsuki snarls.
"Oh, yeah?" Shigaraki muses, non-verbally letting his cronies run loose. "And what's that? I never bother to learn the names of those I plan to turn to Nomu."
Outraged by the villain's response, Katsuki charges at him specifically, blasting his way around the sidekicks. "Then never ever fucking forget the names Red Riot and Dynamight!"
"Oh-ho-ho!" Shigaraki chuckles, barely evading Katsuki's blasts. "Struck a nerve, have I? So the brute does have a weak spot behind that malicious and withered heart of his."
Letting the sweat collect in his cupped palms, Katsuki lets out a roar and throws his arms with relentless airborne attacks. "Shut the hell up!"
Once Katsuki lands, Shigaraki and he engage in hand-to-hand combat. Katsuki will throw an explosion at either Dabi or Toga to block them from touching him or the still-unconscious Kirishima whenever he can. He jabs an elbow at Shigaraki's face, only to be a few seconds too slow and captured in Shigaraki's hand. "Shit," he hisses.
"I've gotten better...more controlled," Shigaraki sneers as he forces Katsuki down into a kneel; his elbow is now above his brow. Why his arm isn't already a crumble of ash, Katsuki has no idea. So, he lets the maniac continue his rambles without any verbal objections.
"You see," Shigarki grunts as he struggles to keep his hold on the hero in training. "I can control how fast, how much, and even how precise my quirk is. So, tell me, Bakugou, how would you like to lose your arm and your chances of going pro!"
"Don't you call me that, you stupid ass, fucking extra! Go to hell and die!" Kastuki snapped. With a roar, Katsuki takes his left hand and charges another explosion, sending Shigaraki flying towards the safety guardrails. "Damn," Katsuki breathes, clutching his now free elbow. The bastard began to deteriorate his armband while he wasn't noticing. Thankfully, not too much of his skin has turned to ash.
Words Katsuki never wants to hear amid a fight call out through the dust and soot. "D...Dynamight? What's happening right now," Kirishima slurs, slowly beginning to sit up with a few grunts and gasps, a hand against his head. "Crap, everything's double-vision right now."
He scans the situation to find hand signals exchanged between the three villains. Dabi taps his left thigh twice, Toga taps her right once, and an approving nod from their leader. "Seems that our little fight must be postponed," Shigaraki maniacally grins. "How 'bout we cast off someone to lessen your distractions next time? Yeah?"
It doesn't take Katsuki long to realize that Shigaraki meant to say someone instead of something. "Riot! Get your ass moving!" Katsuki barks as he storms after Shigaraki, who is already outstretching one palm to the floor and the other on the railing behind him.
Kirishima, who is still in a daze, barely has the chance to sit up before everything starts to deteriorate around him. Katsuki has one choice; he must let Shigaraki go and try—no, he will save Kirishima.
"Oh?!" Kirishima yelps as he begins to slip back and off the edge.
"KIRISHIMA! WATCH OUT!" Katsuki screams, using the last of his explosions to chase after him.
Using his right to grab Kirishima, Katsuki uses his left to control their descent, slowing their fall with many jerky movements.
After laying Kirishima down against the concrete, Katsuki hastily searches him for any more injuries. "You idiot!" Katsuki hisses, tears pricking his eyes, swelling teasingly along his waterline. "Be more careful! Or you will end up hurting your-fucking-self!"
Stunned, Kirishima watches Katsuki hang his head, unable to move with the hero-in-training still sitting on him. He has never seen Katsuki so emotional over someone besides his constant rage towards Midoriya. "Bakugou..." he breathes.
"Shut up! Just shut the hell up!" Katsuki snaps, staring at his chard, shaky gloves. His hands pulsate and sting under the worn fabric. "I almost couldn't...how? Fucking hell, Kirishima, you almost died, and it would've been all my fault. Like when All Might lost his quirk in Kamino Ward—"
Rough hands softly grip Katsuki's biceps, silencing him. "Bakugou, what happened to All Might was because of All For One not—"
"But who did they kidnap to get his attention? Me! Not Half-in-Half, not stupid Deku, not anybody else but me."
"Shigaraki was the one that disintegrated where I was sitting, you didn't, and last time I checked, you didn't have two quirks," Kirishima slowly sits up as Katsuki inches onto his thighs, who is growing more aggravated with himself by the second.
Ignoring the joke, Katsuki continues his disgruntled rant. "I threw the bitch at you! Not to mention that I let the other fuckers get away...God, I'm such a failure," Katsuki grumbles the last part and sharply exhales. "How the hell can I be number one if I can't even save the only person I actually give a shit about!?"
Kirishima blinks a few times as if to process what Katsuki said. "What do you mean by that, Bakugou?" he slowly asks, brows scrunching in befuddlement.
Katsuki slaps his hands over his mouth, and a groan is ripped from his throat. "Fuck."
"Bakugou...do you like me?"
"Like you? You know how I feel about romance, Shitty-Hair." Katsuki would have crossed his arms over his chest if the bulky gauntlets weren't in the way. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about."
"So, why did you start calling me that nickname now of all times?"
"I always call you that!"
"Yeah, but this is the only time you called me that today, rather than that you switched between my surname and hero name."
Katsuki is furious with how he feels his face heat up and tugs his mask lower to cover more of his cheeks. "The shock is finally wearing off."
Kirishima runs his tongue along his lips while he collects his thoughts. Hesitantly, Kirishima takes Katsuki's hands into his own while stuttering his words. "What if I were to say that I gave a shit about you too?"
His eyes widen to the size of saucers. "Hah?" Katsuki stupidly mumbled.
"Did your quirk finally make you go deaf, man? I said I liked you too."
Unsure of what to do now that both of their feelings have been exposed, Katsuki screams at himself. This day cannot get any worse, so he decides to put his shojo knowledge to good use. "Then let me kiss you."
"What?" Kirishima stammers. His face begins to match the color of his eyes and hair.
I'm such an idiot! "If you like me as much as you say you do, let me kiss you."
"Uh..sure," Kirishima mumbles.
Eyes flutter shut as breaths mingle together. Anticipation hangs over the air before being cut loose as lips lock. Despite the bitter taste of sweat and dirt, everything else is sweet. Sweet silence. Sweet feelings. Sweet, sweet, everything makes Katsuki's stomach do summersaults. One kiss becomes two, then three, eventually becoming a game to see who can steal away the last kiss.
"Wait...Mm, Kiri, wait." Katsuki speaks between interrupting kisses. He grabs Kirishima's hand that cradles his face and places a peck along the inner corner of his wrist. "Can I call you by your first name?"
A warm smile stretches across Kirishima's lips. "Only if I can call you by yours."
Katsuki hums in thought, feigning his consideration of such a thing. "Why not? I'll still be calling your Shitty-Hair, though."
Eijirou pecks Katsuki's cheek before slipping out from underneath him. "Deal. Now let's get cleaned up and go update our intern-ship leaders."
Accepting the hand that Eijirou offers, Katsuki rises with a crooked grin. "Last one to Recovery Girl pays for dinner."
"Is that a date?"
"Sure, whatever you say, Eijirou," Katsuki smirks as he charges to the school.
"Ay, cheating's not very manly, Katsuki!" Eijirou chuckles as he dashes after Katsuki.