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Halloween. The celebration when many youngsters dress up as vampires, superheroes, celebrities, or anything really, and go trick-or-treating in hopes of getting some sweets. Most people wait for them behind their doors for hours, or just close it in your face and tell you to fuck off.
Bakugou Katsuki likes to stay at home and avoid all those cheerful people, and costumes are expensive anyways. Although he does have the money, he won’t waste it on shit like that. However, he still likes Halloween for two reasons:
1. Horror movies and games.
2. He can enjoy his spare time without someone bothering him.
But this year, his plans changed.
Bakugou makes his way to school on a chilly Friday morning and beautiful yellow, orange, and red leaves are falling on the ground at the corner of his eye. He sees a huge pile of them, so he goes and kicks them all over the quiet street in rage.
“Why the fuck does it have to be so cold?! Fuck you, autumn,” he curses and pulls his dark red scarf tighter around his neck. The season is majestic but also the terror of several diseases and Bakugou gets sick easily at the time. It goes without saying that winter is his biggest weakness. He can’t even understand how people were still wearing thin jackets and what annoys him the most is that they were always kept open in such a cold-ass weather. Is it a fashion thing or something?
Without noticing, he was already at the school gates and he quickly walks in to escape the cold air outside. Thankfully, he doesn’t have many classes today and the weekend was almost here. The image of him being alone, lying on a, huge-ass couch and movies playing on TV was a clear picture in his mind. Thinking that he was early as always, he casually walks in the dusty and quiet halls. People from the student council had hung up idiotic Halloween decorations everywhere, like spider webs and sheets that were supposed to look like ghosts. Bakugou only snorted at the poor results, but at least they tried their best.
When he turned into another hallway, he heard it. The old, familiar laughter.
“Come on, that’s not manly at all!”
It was Kirishima Eijirou. His shitty-haired classmate who’s always too excited and happy about everything. Bakugou had known him for a few years now, but wouldn’t really call him a friend. The problem is, Kirishima addresses everyone as a friend and it’s really fucking annoying.
During their high school years, Kirishima had eaten lunch and done homework in the library with him. It’s almost like as if the redhead didn’t give two shits about his explosive and fucked up personality. Everyone else kept a long distance from him, but of course it didn’t matter at all to the redhead. Somehow, he can actually tolerate Kirishima and his ridiculously spikey red hair. It should be a good thing but damn, Bakugou was utterly fucked.
He’s never had someone like Kirishima around him nonstop and his mind couldn’t keep up. Every time the shitty-hair smiled or laughed his stomach felt funny like a grenade went off inside and blew up his organs. Because of this, he tries to avoid his ”friend” as much as possible. He doesn’t have the time to handle new feelings, including these he’s never experienced before. Why do feelings even exist?!
He then cuts off his thoughts and stops behind the classroom door, and the voices continued.
“But Kiri, just think about it!!”
And that was Kaminari Denki, or pikachu for short. Also his classmate, Kirishima’s best friend, and annoying too. Now they just needed one more guy and their so called “manly squad” would be complet-
“I’m with Kaminari, man. It’s not a bad idea.”
… Okay, why the fuck was Sero Hanta and the others here earlier than him?! Oh, and Sero has a nickname too, which is tape-face.
The angsty blonde enters the classroom and tries to sit down on his seat without them noticing, but it doesn’t work. His chair makes a huge creaking noise that couldn’t have be misheard. What a shitty luck he has today. Kirishima immediately gets up and walks to stand beside him, shouting something at the same time.
“Fuck off shitty-hair, I don’t care or want to know.”
“But Bakugou, you haven’t even heard what I have to say!”
Bakugou puts his face in his hands and sighs loudly before staying dead still. Not now, nerves. Stay calm. “I’ll give you ten seconds.”
Looking up again, he sees Kirishima smiling, showing off his sharp white teeth that should be fucking illegal and he says, ”Theguyswerethinkingthatwe-”
“Oh my fucking god, slow down!” Bakugou shouts, but allows him to start over.
“Okay. So. Halloween is nearby, right? And the girls are going to have a slumber party tomorrow. Kaminari and Sero thought it’d be cool to like, go and scare them, but I don’t think we should do it…”
A slumber party. Really? “So?”
No one says anything. All that could be heard is the wind hitting the dirty windows outside the classroom. Then pikachu ruins the silence with a deep and curious voice, “So~ what do you think? Wanna tag along?”
What. The hell?
“Yeah!! With Bakugou’s annoyed and scary face, I bet the girls will piss their pants!” Tape-face laughs, which sounded like a horse and Bakugou swore he heard a neigh in there.
“No fucking way. And shitty-hair’s right, don’t do it. Just let them have their lame-ass party. Or actually. Do whatever you want because I don’t care.”
Kirishima didn’t seem to be surprised with the blonde’s answer and his smile only widens. The redhead has the nerve to put his arm on the explosive boy’s shoulder and it pisses Bakugou off even more. “Now that is manly, Blasty! I knew you would care for the girls.”
“I never said that! Could you just shut up already?!” And I have plans for tomorrow, for fuck’s sake.
With that, the conversation ends, other students arrive, and the class begins.
It’s time for lunch and Bakugou finally has only one class left. He finds his usual spot empty in the dining area and sits down with his food. Today the menu has spicy lasagna, just perfect for him. The food here wasn’t too bad, even better than the garbage in primary school. He still has nightmares of the cheese soup: it was so sticky, disgusting and tasted like ass - not that he knows from any experience.
As he’s about to put a fork-full of lasagna into his mouth and savor the hot, delicious food, a certain someone crashes down onto the seat across from him.
“Yo, Bakugou! Wassup? Damn, you sure are lucky for having your favorite today!”
Bakugou chokes on his food and quickly reaches for his water, drinking the whole glass. “What the hell Kirishima?! Be like a human and not a friggin’ sonic, you idiot!”
The redhead scratches the back of his neck and mumbles a quiet ”sorry” before going right into business. ”I was thinking… do you have any plans for tomorrow? I ditched Kami and Sero. Hopefully they won’t come crying to me about how the girls kicked their butts.”
Great. He just had to ask that, Bakugou thinks and a scowl forms on his face. He doesn’t know what to say back, so he keeps his mouth shut. His expression must have looked similiar to an elephant’s ass because the redhead seemed to have decided that it’d be better to not bother him anymore.
“Oh, well it’s fine… maybe I’ll ask Tetsutetsu? He’s my bro after all!” Kirishima tries so hard to keep his happy expression on, but his eyes tell him otherwise. They were like a lost puppy’s that had no friends. Like Bakugou.
Wait, aren’t I his bro too- wh-what the fuck am I thinking?!
“Fucking, dammit. I’m just staying home and doing some shit, nothing specific.” Lies, all lies.
“Really?! So can I join you?”
No. “Whatever, just… don’t bring anything stupid.” Bakugou looks away from those piercing red eyes and focuses on his lunch. Why didn’t he just say what he was really thinking? Fuck you, Kirishima.
Kirishima then smiled, cheeks slightly pink from excitement. “Awesome! I’ll text you when I leave my house. Can’t have ya waiting too long, you know?”
He picks up his already empty tray and leaves as quickly as he had arrived. The redhead probably had to hurry and finish his math homework before class, since he sucks at it. Like, seriously sucks. When Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero’s exams start arriving, they form this support study group “SSG” where they get together and study their asses off. Sometimes, it really feels like Bakugou’s looking after some 5-year olds.
He only grunts in response at what shitty-hair had to say and continued to sit in silence. The fuck he meant by that… ‘waiting for too long’?
It’s Saturday, and Bakugou stares at himself in the mirror, which didn’t reflect his usual dark and empty soul. He looked more delighted and it scared the hell out of him. He curses at how he wasn’t strong enough to say no to Kirishima. Have I become too soft? No way in hell. After five minutes of intense staring, his phone vibrated in his jeans pocket.
[3:30 PM]
From: shitty-hair
I’ll be there in 10 minutes!! ( ᐛ ) و
Without texting back, he quickly runs downstairs and checks to see if there’s anything to hide, something embarrassing like his mother’s underwear. God, Kirishima would never shut up if he saw something like that. Thankfully, his parents were visiting another town for the weekend so they weren’t here to make the situation worse, even though they were very fond of Kirishima and had once said, ”Son, he has a good effect on you.” To which Bakugou had protested, No he fucking isn’t.
Those ten minutes felt like five and the doorbell rings. Bakugou’s shoulders stiffen a little and he now realized a few things. Kirishima is coming over and they’re alone. In his house. Together. He gathers his courage and finally opens the door. Oh what a huge mistake that was.
Firstly, Kirishima had his hair down, reaching his shoulders and not upward with an incredible amount of hair gel, so it looked more natural right now. Secondly, he was wearing a bright orange sweater that had a pumpkin right in the middle of it and a pair of red jeans. Of-fucking-course he was one of those people who would wear dorky sweaters for every occasion. Bakugou bets he even has one for Christmas that said “How about snow?” with glitter. But he has to admit, it suited the redhead well.
Suddenly, Kirishima breaks his train of thoughts by saying “trick or treat?” and Bakugou slams the door shut right in his face.
“Wha-! It was a joke, man! Let me in!"
The boys were sitting on the couch in the tiny living room and the atmosphere was awkward. They haven’t said anything since Kirishima came inside, and something was off. The blonde saw him open his mouth, but close it again and he seemed quite nervous. Is he afraid of being alone with me?
”So… what do you wanna do?” Kirishima asks uncomfortably.
Huh? Oh right, that.
Bakugou does have some ideas, and one of them was videogames. He had saved all his money just to buy one for Halloween, which is called Until Dawn. He heard people say good things about it and horror games were his thing, so why the fuck not. It doesn’t have a multiplayer option, but they could play in turns.
“I bought this one game, unless you’re too scared to play it and shit yourself.”
“Like I’d be scared, that wouldn’t be manly of me!” Kirishima flashes him a grin, but he didn’t mention anything about shitting himself.
That settles it then. Bakugou leaves to get them some snacks from the kitchen and hears shitty-hair shout in joy “yes!” where he had left him, having found the game. Damn, he couldn’t wait to open the game from its plastics. It was the best feeling in the world, every gamer’s dream. But when he comes back, the package was already torn by Kirishima’s hands.
“You can’t be fucking serious?!”
“Huh? I thought we were gonna play this…?”
With a loud sigh, Bakugou mutters, “Yes- but- nevermind. I’m playing first!” He takes the controller, sits down, and can almost imagine the other smiling beside him.
“The one who screams first will do the other’s homework for the next two weeks!” Kirishima pumps his fist in the air.
“No way, shithead! I’d rather let my grandma do them than you. And everyone knows that you’ll scream first and like a girl. I’m the fucking best!”
Kirishima laughed, which Bakugou found adorable and angelic, then maked himself comfortable and focused on the game.
After hours of playing, Kirishima finally screams and throws the controller on Bakugou’s lap. “JUST- why do those fucking things have to jump on the screen so fast?!” He was too slow at dodging an attack that had killed his favorite character right away, “And now my bae’s dead. My weekend is ruined, Blasty. How can I continue living my life?”
“It’s called jump scare for a reason, dumbass,” he pauses the game and sets his eyes on Kirishima, “And knock it off. She fucking deserved it.” It was about time to stop playing because both of them were tired.
“She does not! Anyway, I have a suggestion. Let’s watch that movie from Tim Burton, A Nightmare before Christmas!” Kirishima’s sad expression changed to super excited in mere seconds and he was already searching for it on Netflix.
“What- that old one? Are you shitting me-”
“IT’S A CLASSIC! And you know it.” After pressing the play button, the redhead went back to his spot but this time much closer to Bakugou, knees touching each other. Kirishima didn’t seem to mind at all, as if it was on purpose. Bakugou’s heartbeat quickens little by little, and he hates it. He hates Kirishima for doing these things to him, and it’s hard to control himself. But if he says something, it might affect… whatever their relationship was.
What the fuck am I supposed to do...?!
He felt something warm press on his shoulder and it tickled a little. Looking down, he saw a mop of red hair and he instantly stiffens. Way to go Kirishima, making the situation much worse! This was Bakugou’s breaking point so he creates some distance by leaning away, almost making Kirishima fall on him.
“Bakugou? Is something wrong…?” Kirishima didn’t appear hurt, only curious. Thank god.
“Yes. Why are you like this?”Fuckfuckfu-
Saying that, Kirishima’s red eyes widened and he stopped the movie. “What do y-you mean?”
Did he just fucking stutter?
“What I mean is…” The blonde took a deep breath and tried to find something else to stare at, anything but Kirishima’s eyes. “… Is that you asked to hang out with someone like me. And you acting normal around me, like this.”
Kirishima must have just realized what he meant because he laughed a little, hoping to make things smoother and says, “Blasty, have you been thinking like that all this time? We’re friends, that’s why!”
So those… actions didn’t mean anything? Bakugou got the courage to finally look at his eyes, but this time Kirishima had the trouble in finding Bakugou’s. I really suck at talking…. Look at me.
“But I get what you mean! It was actually kinda sudden of me in asking to come here with a crappy explanation of uh… me ditching Kami and Sero… So, I’m sorry.”
So that’s it, he’s sorry. He got the wrong message after all, but Bakugou didn’t mind having Kirishima here. Okay, he did before but not anymore.
“Jeez I get it!! Shit… Just look at me.”
And Kirishima did, red staring red. Fuck it all. I’m gonna go for it- Moving a bit too fast, Kirishima didn’t have the time to realize what the fuck was going to happen.
Warm. And soft, too. Not so gross as the blonde had thought it’d be. Kissing Kirishima was the hardest thing he’s ever done in his life. Is it supposed to be slow, rough, or what? They stayed still for some time, both very unsure of what to do next.
Kirishima was the brave one to pull away first and his face was almost as red as his hair. “Y-you just kissed me?!”
“Well yeah I f-fucking did, sherlock!” Now I’ve ruined everything-!
Kirishima quickly puts his hands on the frustrated teen’s cheeks and closes the distance between them, gentler this time. With shaky arms, Bakugou sets them on the other’s waist and tilts his head for a better angle. The boys had closed their eyes and kept slotting their lips together.
More…
Their faces were flushing, it was hard to breathe, and their shy kisses had no end. The awkward conversation from earlier was completely forgotten, but what happens after this was still waiting for them.
Minutes passed by and slowly they somehow got off of each other. Both of them were out of breath and Bakugou heard the other gulp loudly. “Um…”
Kirishima looked speechless. Does that mean the kiss wasn’t bad? Well, to Bakugou it was fucking amazing.
“My mind has been so fucked up, but this… Are you fine with this?” He probably didn’t have to ask because Kirishima looked so happy. Relieved, even. Bakugou just kept thinking about how beautiful, sweet, and cute the shitty-hair’s smile has always looked, and how lucky he was to see it right here, right now. Their feelings are mutual, and nothing else fucking mattered.
“My mind is a mess too right now. Bakugou… I’ve felt this way for you for a long time, but I couldn’t bring it up. And then you suddenly kissed me, damn,” Kirishima puts his face in the crook of Bakugou’s neck and singsongs happily, “I can’t believe it! You, Bakugou Katsuki, the most aggressive guy in the planet, took my first ki-”
“SHUT UP!! I couldn’t help it-”
“Don’t worry, I like you too! You don’t have to be shy about it!”
I never said I liked you!
“… Can we just finish this stupid movie already?!” Bakugou was blushing madly, it had spread all the way down his neck and he’s ready to die at any moment.
Saying something along the lines of “yeah” while laughing behind his hand, the redhead resumed the movie. Kirishima then scooted closer to his crush’s ear and whispered, “Can we cuddle?”
Yeah. We can do that.
The blonde notices that there’s a blanket nearby and lays it over their bodies before trying to take a hold of the other teen’s hand underneath who also had the same idea. It was pretty clumsy, but somehow they managed without having to curse about it.
Bakugou never thought that his Halloween would be spent like this. Watching a shitty movie with his shitty friend, who on top of that likes him, and no one was there to disturb them. He was glad that Kirishima didn’t hang out with the other guys. They still have to explain their, er… relationship situation to Kaminari and Sero of course, but they will probably be fine with it. Shitty-hair wouldn’t have dickheads as friends after all.
He felt so warm inside when those red eyes looked his way and pink lips smiling at him during the movie. Sometimes, the redhead gave him tiny kisses under his eyes or on his nose. All of Bakugou’s “grenades” in his stomach have calmed down because Kirishima was here with him.
Until there was someone kicking his front door.
“Bakugou, help us!! We couldn’t reach Kiri, and the girls are- oh my god-!”
“Kaminari! Spare him, take me instead!”
There was loud screaming outside, mostly pikachu’s, and Bakugou had to separate from Kirishima’s warm hold to check what was going on. He opens the door and sees how pikachu, tape-face and even fucking steel-face Tetsutetsu were getting beat up by the girls. “Yeah, JUST FUCKING DIE!!”
And yes, Bakugou Katsuki was clearly one of those who told people to fuck off on Halloween. But not to Kirishima, of course.