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“Captain! Captain!”
The exclamation of his title sparks alarm. Grabbing his weapon, Bakugou throws the door to his quarters open, looking for sight of smoke or the smell of iron. Nothing.
“Captain.” A familiar face ascends his ship, grinning as brightly as his red hair, bathed in sunlight, glows.
Bakugou sighs subtly. “You idiot.” He’ll deny the relief (and fondness) in his voice until the grave. “So loud. Thought we were under attack.”
Kirishima pauses, belatedly realizing he may have given the pirate captain quite a scare. But his expression doesn’t dampen, nor does he look apologetic. “Oh, sorry,” he replies. “I wanted to show you something!”
“While alerting everyone on the damn shore,” Bakugou drawls, but that gleeful expression doesn’t change. He sighs again. “What is it, treasure?”
As Kirishima comes closer, the blonde notices a blooming red on his cheeks. Briefly, he wonders if the redhead spent so long in the sun that he’s now sunburnt. But the way he chews his lip suggests otherwise. Heh. Months he’s been traveling with Bakugou’s merry band, learning the throes of piracy, yet he’s still flustered over a little pet name.
Bakugou fights down a smirk. Fails miserably.
Kirishima rummages through his pockets before pulling out two chains, holding them from the other end. Opening his palm reveals two pendants: a crescent moon and ( Bakugou assumes) a sun.
His brows lower. “These necklaces?” He asks, rather obviously. “You didn’t buy them, did you? Eijirou, what do I tell you about spending your coin on valuables? If ya wanted jewelry, s’a shitload stored in my —“
“No, no! No, I didn’t purchase these.”
Bakugou pa uses. Tilts his head at his partner. “Then.. where’d ya get ‘em?”
Now Kirishima scratches his cheek, averts his gaze. “Well, I was browsing the plaza and there was this loudmouth dutchess… who — Gods, this is so mean — had more wealth than common sense. I figured she wouldn’t miss ‘em.”
Bakugou exhales, slightly baffled. Holy shit. “You actually stole them.”
“I — yes, but —! Captain, that’s not the focus here!” Kirishima dangles the pendants right in his face. “They connect, see?”
Sure enough, the sun pendant slots perfectly with the crescent moon pendant. A perfect match.
“I want you to pick one.”
Confusion. “What, why? They’re your spoils, Ei. I’m not —“
“I want —“ Kirishima halts. Bites his lower lip again, and Bakugou barely resists plucking it out with his thumb. Then he shakes his head, smiling, as if he thought something silly. His voice is bright. “So we can match, Katsuki! I take one, and you take one.”
Oh. “If that’s what you want.”
Which to pick though? The obvious answer is to leave Kirishima with the sun pendant: he practically embodies her purpose and presence, radiating warmth and light throughout the crew. Rejuvenating the crew during long, torturous voyages.
(Though Kirishima is a light in the darkness as well. Guiding him through murky atmospheres that threaten to consume.)
Either way, he keeps a piece of Kirishima with him; one that’ll connect to his treasure no matter his choice.
Bakugou takes the sun pendant. It rattles against hanging bone and other jewelry, settling close to where he yearns most for his partner — his heart.