{The rest can go to hell

I absolutely love you

But we're absolute beginners

With eyes completely open

But nervous all the same}

__

It was barely 6am when Kirishima was woken by the rapping at his door.

Releasing a loud groan, he began to roll out of bed, one hand fumbling for his lamp.

The room was still pitch black- curtesy of the thick red curtains he had gifted himself after discovering that his dorm window was the perfect angle to let in all of the morning sun- and it was only too easy for his ankle to get caught in the sheets, throwing him off the mattress instantly.

He hit the floor in a heap, one leg still tangled in sheets.

The knocking on the door came again, more insistent this time, and Kirishima fumbled to untangle himself before pulling himself to his feet and racing to open the door.

"Shitty Hair, get dressed. I want to work out."

Kirishima blinked wearily at his intruder.

Bakugou was wide eyed, his hair still slightly damp from a shower and Kirishima could faintly smell coffee. He must have been up for a while.

"What..." Kirishima murmured lamely, scrubbing his hand over his eyes before running his fingers through his hair. It wasn't in its usual spikes of course; sleeping had ruined that. Instead, it fell around his face, framing his cheeks and jaw. "It's the holiday... why are you even up?"

Bakugou swallowed hard and took half a step back, "Tch. Just hurry the fuck up Shitty Hair."

Kirishima's eyes followed the gaze as Bakugou's eyes dropped from Kirishima's face, and abruptly realised he was standing in a pair of boxers and nothing else.

"Oh, right! Yeah, I should... um-" he stuttered, awkwardly closing the door in Bakugou's face. He quickly yanked on a pair of trackpants and a tank top, before pulling his hair up in a messy bun and opening the door again. "Just gotta put shoes on then I'm good to go."

Bakugou nodded, wandering into Kirishima's room and examining his desk. After letting his hand graze over multiple objects, he paused to pluck a shirt off the back of the computer chair.

He held it up, examining it.

It was an old school All Might t-shirt- black with a faded design on the front of lightning striking onto the dark red silhouette of the hero.

"...cool." Bakugou muttered under his breath, before dropping it back on the chair and turning around. "You done?"

Kirishima nodded, getting to his feet and following Bakugou out of the room.

~~

Kirishima's one pride in life was that he could lift more than Bakugou.

They were both competitive by nature, so when they worked out together they tended to push harder than usual in order to try and win. The other boy was faster, more agile, and his quirk was much more powerful, but this Kirishima knew he had over him.

Bakugou was currently lashing at the punching bag, his strikes methodical and swift. His footwork was incredible, his toes barely touching the ground before he'd rise for another attack. Kirishima always found it mesmerising watching Bakugou spar, but watching him do this- completely in his own world- was art.

"Dude you're so skilled." Kirishima piped up, and he watched as Bakugou's shoulders hunched slightly before he swung around to face the redhead.

Bakugou's hand lifted to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and Kirishima's eyes followed the movement.

"Let's lift." Kirishima blurted out, desperate for a distraction. Bakugou huffed out a laugh, and nodded, both of them walking over to the weights.

Kirishima offered the blonde a wide smile, "You wanna go first?"

Bakugou just nodded again, sliding onto the bench gracefully. Kirishima began lifting and screwing on weights until he got to what he knew to be Bakugou's warmup set amount.

They immediately fell back into their usual rhythm, Kirishima slowly adding more weights as Bakugou completed rep after rep. By the time that Bakugou was lifting his maximum, Kirishima could see the detailed outline of Bakugou's abs through his shirt due to the sweat. 

The redhead didn't mind the view at all.

When he got up in order for them to switch spots, Bakugou roughly yanked his shirt over his head and threw it in the general direction of his gym bag.

Kirishima swallowed hard, eyes quickly sliding down the other boy's frame and drinking in as much of the sight as he could before forcing himself to turn away and focus on the job at hand.

Bakugou's expression was priceless when it got time for Kirishima to be lifting his maximum. It had increased a fair amount since they last worked out together, and his reaction alone made it worth it.

"I hope you drop it and it breaks your face." Bakugou spat as Kirishima successfully completed the set. Bakugou's cheeks were tinged a pale pink, eyes avoiding Kirishima's, and like usual his voice held no real venom to it.

Kirishima simply grinned at him. "Sure you do."

~~

Just when Kirishima thought that his workout had been hard enough, Sero insisted that the group spent day two at the pool.

That not only meant races- the entire group had a never-ending urge to turn everything they did into a competition- and any other forms of interactions in the group, but it also meant Kirishima facing Bakugou half-naked again.

Kirishima had, of course, agreed enthusiastically, and they had walked to the pool after lunch.

Ashido was leading the way, her fluorescent pink bikini making her an easy beacon to follow. She was telling Sero and Kaminari a story with exaggerated arm gestures, the two boys in tow encompassed by her theatrics, while Bakugou and Kirishima trailed a few paces behind them.

The public pool was surprisingly nice- it was big, the deep end was actually deep, and it wasn't very popular on weekdays. There were a couple of children under ten in in the shallow end, their mother keeping a watchful eye from a few feet away, but apart from that they were alone.

Kaminari was the first to get in. 

The moment they stepped through the doors he had broken into a full-blown sprint, charging in the direction of the deep end before flinging himself into the air. Ashido had been hot on his trail, and as soon as he hit the water, a wave cascaded down on top of Ashido.

"Oh, you are so gonna get it!" she shouted, now dripping wet. She took a few steps back, before running and diving in after him in an obvious attempt to try and tackle him underwater.

Distracted by the antics of his friends, Kirishima didn't notice that Bakugou had been creeping closer to him, a wicked grin on his face.

Before Kirishima knew what was happening, his body was airborne.

Strong hands had wrapped around the back of his thighs and his upper back, cradling him against their chest like a bride on her wedding night.

The touch was so gentle that for a moment Kirishima couldn't process that it was Bakugou who had just scooped him up.

It was only after Bakugou shifted his grip and began to spin his whole body closer to the pool, that Kirishima realised what was happening.

He braced himself, curling into a smaller ball, and allowed Bakugou to launch him into the water.
He hit the water still tucked into a ball, causing an enormous splash to shower the three in the pool.

Ashido, Sero, and Kaminari were laughing hard enough that Kirishima could hear the snickers from under the water. After kicking his way to the surface, Kirishima shot an amused look at Bakugou.

The blonde rose a challenging eyebrow at him, a triumphant grin spreading on his lips. It was quite a playful look for Bakugou, and it made heat rise rapidly into Kirishima's cheeks.

Kirishima scampered out of the pool, chasing after Bakugou. The other boy danced out of the way, smoothly side stepping him as Kirishima struggled to stay upright. The concrete closest to the pool was slippery- especially if your feet were wet- and it gave Bakugou an edge, as he was still yet to touch the water.

When Kirishima very nearly caught a hold of his shoulder, Bakugou twisted away and Kirishima saw the tiny puffs of tell-tale smoke in his hands before his knees bent, ready to launch. He was aiming for the opposite corner of the room, across the pool and away from Kirishima.

Without thinking, Kirishima leapt forward, this time successfully latching on to the explosive boy's wrist and immediately pulling him in, tucking the other boy against his chest. 

As he did so, one of Kirishima's feet stepped in a puddle and immediately slipped out from under him, his knees knocking into Bakugou's painfully before they both slipped on the edge, toppling into the pool.

Bakugou kicked and thrashed about underwater, and it was all Kirishima could do to not start laughing and choke. Letting go, he swam back to the surface.

Bakugou swam up beside him, his lips widening into a manic grin before he cupped both hands and sent a wave splashing into Kirishima's face.

They spent a good ten minutes chasing each other around in the pool, splashing water and wrestling, before a line of tape caught Kirishima's wrist and swept him across the pool.

"You two are so deaf! We've been trying to get your attention for ages! Do you wanna have shoulder wars?" Ashido exclaimed. Her hair seemed to be defying gravity, the water doing nothing to stop it from remaining in wild curls.

Sero released the tape from Kirishima's wrist and began laughing, his eyes glued behind the redhead.

Resisting the urge to turn and stare at what would undoubtedly be another of Bakugou's amusing expressions, Kirishima opted instead to raise an eyebrow at Ashido. "There's five of us."

Ashido smirked, pointing over to where Kaminari was standing in the corner of the room, whispering into his phone. He had a small, soft smile on his face, and his cheeks were strangely flushed.

"Who's he talking to?" Kirishima wondered out loud.

Ashido shrugged dismissively, glancing briefly at the electric boy before turning back to Kirishima, "We'll ask him later. So, shoulder wars? I'll go with Sero."

Kirishima whipped his head around to look at Bakugou, expecting him to refuse to join in. Bakugou was already watching him, and when they met eyes he simply shrugged, wading closer to Kirishima.

"We're gonna win." Bakugou stated, like it should be obvious. He had a lazy grin now- the one that only came out when he was very confident in himself.

Kirishima couldn't help but smile at him.

He honestly loved it when Bakugou got cocky over things like this. Smugness suited him.

Like, really suited him.

Something about his self-assured body language, and the 'try me, I dare you' attitude made Kirishima knees go weak.

"Do you wanna be-" Kirishima began, but Bakugou had already made up his mind. 

He gripped onto Kirishima's shoulders and roughly pushed them down, guiding him underwater. Kirishima took the hint and swam under Bakugou so the other boys' legs were over his shoulders before standing back up. Ashido and Sero had done the same, so Kirishima waded forward, ready to begin.

"Go!" Ashido shouted, and her hands rammed into Bakugou's. As both of their quirks came from their hands, there was thankfully an unspoken agreement to not use them.

The fight still felt a bit unfair however, as Bakugou was physically stronger than Ashido, and Kirishima was both taller and broader than Sero, but each time they fell they were laughing wholeheartedly.

The group played best out of five, and Bakugou and Kirishima easily won four of the five.

In the moment that the other pair hit the water in their final defeat, Kirishima was about to lower back into the water when he felt Bakugou's fingers thread into his hair. The blonde tugged lightly on the red strands and Kirishima shivered, unconsciously titling his head back into the touch. 

At that, Bakugou's entire body went rigid before he let himself fall backwards off Kirishima's shoulders and into the water.

Thankfully for Kirishima- who had yet again found himself desperate for a distraction- it was then that Kaminari had decided to re-join the group.

After easily dodging a few questions about his phone call, the electric boy had convinced everyone to play marco polo for the last hour in the pool.

It was particularly hard for Kirishima to focus on the walk back to the dorms. His traitor eyes kept straying over to where the water was glistening on Bakugou's back.

The blonde hadn't even bothered to dry any part of him bar his hands. Despite that, his hair was mostly dry now, causing it to fluff back up to its usual spikey mess. 

Kirishima tried to keep his eyes fixed on that but he couldn't seem to help it when they continuously wandered back down to study the way the droplets glittered in the sun, highlighting the way Bakugou's muscles rippled under his skin with each step.

Kirishima wondered if anyone has been brave enough to tell him how beautiful he is.

~~

It was 3am when Kirishima received a text.

He squinted at the invasion of the sudden white light flooding his room and groaned, flipping onto his back and reaching a hand out to pluck his phone off the charger.
He had been awake already, still up thinking of the day, and the gangs plans for the rest of the holiday.

In particularly, if Bakugou was actually willing to spend his holiday with them.

Sighing, he unlocked his phone, half expecting a drunk message from Kaminari.
The electric boy sometimes snuck boxed wine onto the campus and would recruit Sero for a night of shenanigans. Ashido and Kirishima were usually reluctant to join- neither of them particularly fans of alcohol- but Kirishima had a feeling he would be participating at some point on this holiday.

As soon as his eyes landed on the message, he sat upright in bed, clutching his phone briefly to his chest. He couldn't seem to stop smiling. 

'oi shitty hair. whats the plan for tomorrow?'

Kirishima felt the smile spread wider across his lips. Not only was this the first time Bakugou had ever texted Kirishima first, but he was insinuating he wanted to hang out again tomorrow.

Still grinning, Kirishima quickly typed out a response.

'the mall I think? ash wants to go shopping'

'fuck that'

Kirishima rolled his eyes. He knew for a fact that Bakugou had the highest quality wardrobe in their group, and you don't get a style like that without at least kind of enjoying shopping.

Of course, Kirishima would never say that to the blonde. He quite liked having his head attached to his body, thank you very much.

'you're not gonna come? dudeee it'll be fun! >:D'

He had barely hit send when the response came.

'i fuckin might. you're going?'

Kirishima frowned, confused. Did Bakugou not want him there?

'well, yeah that was the plan! (-: did you not want me to?'

The minutes felt like they were stretching into hours as Kirishima waited for a response. He was becoming increasingly nervous that Bakugou really didn't want him to go, despite his logic telling him that was unlikely.

'whatever shitty hair'

The redhead's eyebrows instantly furrowed, and he squirmed in his bed, legs kicking in frustration. He was just about to toss his phone on the floor when it lit up again.

'was just making sure' 

Kirishima rolled over onto his side, grin returning in full force as he hugged his phone, a giddy feeling bubbling in his chest. 

He suddenly couldn't wait for it to be tomorrow.