A/N: Did some brief research for this so I could write a cutesy fluff oneshot! Hope you enjoy! There is an author's note at the bottom, though, but it has nothing to do with this book. More the ship and the fandom as a whole.

3rd Person POV

July 1st, xx20
06:15

"Guys!" Denki burst into the common room, flooded with energy.

At 06:15.

"The Tanabata Festival is coming super soon!"

One of the festivals of love in Japan was almost upon them.

That caught a few people's attention.

Mina snorted herself awake, Mineta looked at him, even Hagakure's somewhat limp figure seemed more at attention.

Eijirou, who was still half asleep, thought about the Tanabanta festival.

He figured he should've seen it coming, what with Aizawa-sensei placing a decorative bamboo tree in the common room.

That's where, in a week, the students of Class 1-A would write their wishes on the tanzaku and tie them to the tree.

Maybe I could write about becoming a better hero.

"Hey, Kirishima," someone snapped in front of the sleepy redhead's face, making him come back to reality.

His smiley friend, Sero, was in front of him. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just thinking," the redhead mumbled sleepily. "What about you? Doing good?"

"Fine," Sero said around a big yawn. "Know what you're gonna write on your tanzaku?"

"Nah," Eijirou shrugged. "I always suck at thinking of things on time,"

"Me too," Sero sighed. "You eat yet?"

"Had a protein shake,"

"You need real food, Kirishima,"

"I'm fine!"

"Eat,"

"No, really, I'm okay,"

"What's going on?"

Eijirou looked up at the source of the new voice, and his heart stopped.

It was Katsuki Bakugou.

He doesn't remember when or how, but the ash blond had stolen his heart near the beginning of the school year.

He'd gone from imagining romantic scenarios with some random man to imagining them with the hard ass he called his friend.

So, he attempted to make advancements.

Throwing arms around Katsuki's shoulder, being physically closer than any other person dared to go, he tried it all.

And none of it helped him work up the courage to say something.

Because every time he looked into those gorgeous scarlet eyes, his heart would beat erratically, his palms would get cold and clammy, and his face would flush thousands of shades brighter than his hair.

So, when he looked up at Katsuki this morning, nothing was different.

His fair complexion with no blemishes, soft cheeks mixing with a sharp jawline, and spiky locks that looked like he could injure himself on (which was pure deception, as Katsuki's hair was softer than a freshly groomed puppy) made Kirishima panic.

"Is Shitty Hair not eating again?" Katsuki asked.

"He says that he's fine after just a protein shake," Sero responded, gaining a scoff from Katsuki.

Eijirou watched as the ash blond moved, and even though it was a mundane scenario, it still hypnotized him.

Watching Katsuki's back flex behind his button up as he grabbed something from a high up shelf in the pantry made Eijirou panic much more than he needed to.

"I think I know what my wish is," he whispered.

"Think fast, rock boy," Katsuki said as he tossed a granola bar at Eijirou, not realizing that the infatuated redhead wasn't paying attention.

So when the granola bar nailed Eijirou in the eyes, his eyes widened.

"Shit!"

"Why'd you throw it at me?"

"I thought you were paying attention!"

"Well, I wasn't!"

"Well, excuse me, then!"

Eijirou just snickered.

"What?" Bakugou snapped.

"Well, excuuuuuuuuse me, princess," he barely was able to make the joke without laughing.

Katsuki tried to give Eijirou a look of disgusted confusion, but only provided the latter instead of both.

Eijirou's bubbly laughter was absolutely infectious. Occasionally, he'd snort, if he laughed hard enough, which made Katsuki's heart pound that much harder.

Eijirou's eyes would close, and he'd flash his bright smile, while his body shook from his laughter. It happened the same way every single time.

"I think I know what my wish is," he thought.

July 2nd, xx20
16:23

"So, what's the deal with you, Bakugou?"

Katsuki had Jirou in his room, as he was debating on doing something, which may have been a terrible idea.

"If this is another rant about how much you like the class pet rock, then just fucking say something," Jirou sighed.

She's done this plenty of times before, with more than just Katsuki. But even then, the amount of time she's done these sorts of this with Katsuki is alarming.

"That's my problem!" Katsuki said overdramatically. "I don't know what the fuck to do! I want to say something, but what if I do it wrong? What if he isn't even gay?"

That got a laugh out of the punk girl.

"Kirishima? Not gay? I can't see it, sorry," she managed to get out. "Have you seen his hero costume?"

"You mean his lack thereof?" Katsuki mumbled, his cheeks brightening at the mere mention of Eijirou's costume, showing off rock hard abs and pecs.

"Exactly! Also, he likes you! We've gone over this! Just this morning, he was staring at you throughout math!"

"Dumbass better pass the next exam,"

As Jirou continued to give Katsuki another pep talk, Eijirou was on the train back to his house.

He was going to say something at the Tanabanta festival. He just had to!

And he was gonna do it with style.

So he called his moms, asking if he could come pick something, which they said yes to.

Convincing Aizawa-sensei, however was his problem.

•••

"Aizawa-sensei, please!" Eijirou pleaded. "I have something planned for the festival, and I need to pick something up for it,"

"Why not pick it up then?" Aizawa gave him a critical stare, arching an somewhat uninterested eyebrow.

"Because," Kirishima gave a frustrated sigh. "I need time to prepare it. More than just a few hours,"

"Mind filling me in?"

•••

July 5th, xx20
19:57

"Yo, Bakugou!" Eijirou knocked on Katsuki's door, a blanket curled under his arm.

Katsuki got the door, his hair held back in with a headband and a minty green cream on his face, and a robe tied on his body.

"Eijirou Kirishima, Tokyo itself better be in flames, Nomu better be eating people, and All Might better be on his deathbed if you're coming to me at this ungodly fucking hour of the night. My pores need to be unclogged ASAP, I have pizza rolls in my microwave oven, and I have 'Footloose' in my DVD player. What the fuck could you possibly want?" Katsuki snarled.

Eijirou did his best to hold back his laughter, because oh my god, Katsuki Bakugou was wearing a face mask and a fluffy robe.

"Well?! Spit it out!"

"They're launching the fireworks to signal the start of the festival, in a few minutes! Wanna watch them with me?"

"Will you leave me alone afterward?" Katsuki asked.

He prayed the redhead would say no.

"Sure, if that's what you want,"

It wasn't.

"Good," Katsuki scoffed before opening his door more.

"I'll set us up out on your balcony," Eijirou said, gesturing to the blanket under his arm.

"Yeah, and I'm gonna go wash this shit off my face," Katsuki mumbled as Eijirou went onto his balcony.

A Crimson Riot blanket rested on the cement surface, unrolled.

On the blanket was some objects, two boxes of Pocky and some fairy lights among them.

Eijirou weaved the lights on the balcony railing before turning them on.

And just in time too.

Katsuki came back in his fluffy black robe, which Eijirou just noticed had the word "Die" stitched into it in a graceful cursive.

"The fuck is with all this shit?"

"I wanted to make it aesthetically pleasing!" Eijirou gave a heart stopping grin.

A critical hit to Katsuki's cold exterior.

A small grin crept it's way onto his face before he curb stomped it.

"You are arranging deck chairs on the Titanic, Sharky," Katsuki scowled.

"What does that even mean?"

"You figure it out!" Katsuki yelled as the fireworks began, screeching through the sky.

•••

July 6th, xx20
04:30

Katsuki woke up, almost immediately screaming.

At an early hour of the morning, no less.

Sitting there, innocently as could be was a sticky note sat on his face.

He pulled it off, seeing some magazine clips, saying "I want to say something to you,"

When Katsuki stood up, he felt something that wasn't carpet under his foot.

He didn't even have to lift his foot up to see what the foreign object was.

Flower petals? Seriously?

And they were red carnation petals, too.

His... favorite?

"How the fuck does anyone know my favorite flower?! Even my dad doesn't fucking know that, and he asks about thay sorta shit all the time!" Katsuki said, much louder than intended.

The sliding door to his balcony was still open, where Eijirou had slept for the night.

He'd left it open to allow cold air to come into his room, as well as to let Eijirou run in and out from the place.

The half awake redhead opened his eyes a bit, before having them widen at the state of his friend's room.

"Whoa!? The hell happened here? You fuck someone in here while I was knocked out?"

"NO, WHY WOULD YOU EVEN THINK THAT?!"

"It was a joke!"

"Did you see someone come in here?!"

"Sorry, man. I was out cold by midnight. Didn't see anyone," Eijirou shrugged.

"Fucking!"

Katsuki sounded like he was going to scream again, only for his anger to slowly decline, being released in a sigh.

"Whatever.  I'm gonna go train,"

•••

July 6th, xx20
18:37

Nothing appeared the rest of the day, nor did anyone show signs of being guilty of such a war crime.

So, for once in Katsuki's life, he was stumped.

He was a smart dude. Everyone, including himself, knew that.
But he was baffled.

"It could've been the idiots playing a prank on me. Or maybe some creepy stalker," Katsuki thought, zoning out as he stirred his pasta.

"Uh, Bakugou?"

A tap on his shoulder snapped him out of his haze, as he turned to scowl at the mortal who dare lay a finger on him.

Yaoyorozu stood behind the blond, a concerned look on her face.

"What?" He snarled.

"Your pasta is going to stick together," she said, giving a nervous laugh.

"That all you wanted to bug me about?"

"Well... no," she looked to the floor, face going red. "Someone wanted me to give this to you,"

Yaoyorozu held out a box of spicy chocolates with another magazine cut note.

"Who?"

"I can't say,"

"TELL ME!"

"I'n sorry, but that is private information," Yaoyorozu said firmly, walking off.

"PONYTAIL, W-- ugh, fuck it! Fuck it, right? Who needs to fucking know?!"

Katsuki stared at the note, which just had a shy "But I don't know how,"

•••

July 7th, xx20
04:30

Another note, another box of chocolates, several whole carnations and a bento box was the first thing Katsuki saw when he woke up.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me," he scoffed.

"If you want to see who I am, meet me at the courtyard. 19:15," the note said.

"They fucking taunting me?!"

Katsuki got up, feeling more tired and stiff then he's been in a while.

He couldn't sleep last night.

This stupid secret admirer was gonna be the death of him.

So now, the clock was ticking down to that fateful hour.

19:15.

•••

"Maybe I'll take Shinsou to the courtyard tonight, see if we can catch some sakura petals," Kaminari said, hoping that the Tanabanta festival would turn out different this year.

The word "courtyard" sent Bakugou's mind into a frenzy.

"But Drooly likes Fuzzy Head! Not me! And he's too dumb to keep up a skit for this long! He wouldn't even be able to think that far ahead, would he?" Katsuki thought, putting his chin in his hand.

"Bakugou? You okay?" Eijirou asked.

Seeing Katsuki so distressed made him feel sort of shitty.

He hates seeing people so out of it.

"Fine. Just thinking," Katsuki responded.

"Who is it?!" He thought.

He was gonna tear his hair out from anger, at this point.

This person really just said "haha, that's a funny trick to play on god :)"

Extra emphasis on the ":)" part.

That's what drove Katsuki batshit crazy.

•••

It was 19:00.

And Katsuki was already in the courtyard.

Other couples were there, and he kept his eyes on the people who seemed to be there alone, glaring at them until he saw their partners join them.

Hell, even Jirou was there, until Yaoyorozu came up to her, finally confessing to the punk rock girl.

He grinned as the two walked off, hands intertwined.

Eijirou, on the other hand, was panicking.

"Ukulele, check. Bandages for my fingers afterward because these blisters are gonna fucking pop, check," Eijirou said to himself. "Keys and phone, check. Okay... okay, it's time,"

He had brushed his hair eight times in the past five minutes, making sure it looked nice, a white tanktop being covered by a black button up that had some 80's bowling alley carpet pattern on it.

High waisted jeans and Doc Martens were what covered his lower half as he placed his earbuds in his ears, listening to the song over and over.

"I got this, I can do this," he said, checking his phone as he slid down the stair railing.

"Kirishima,"

"Shit!" He thought, seeing his teacher at the bottom of the stairs.

He was expecting to get yelled at our scolded, but he was happily surprised.

"Knock him dead,"

Kirishima grinned.

"Will do, sir,"

By the time he got to the courtyard, all the couple's cleared out, and only Katsuki sat there.

He stood under a sakura tree, hands stuff in his pockets as he nonchalantly leaned against it, staring downward.

He was so gorgeous, Eijirou's heart almost pounded out of his chest.

Katsuki stared at his feet, hearing footsteps slowly approach.

"Okay, Ei. Now," Eijirou thought to himself as he restarted the song in his earbuds so he had something to time himself on.

As he strummed the opening rift, Katsuki looked up, eyes widening as he saw the redhead.

"It was you!"

...

Is what Katsuki wanted to say, but his vocals chords were working against him as he open and closes his mouth like a fish.

"Hey, pretty stranger. I think you look cute,"

"Keep your cool, Eijirou. You got this. You haven't messed up on the tabs or have your voice crack, so you can do this!" he thought to himself. "Gm, G. D, Em, Gm, G. You got this,"

"Can I get your number? I wanna know you,"

Katsuki found himself grinning like a dumbass while the redhead sang.

"This idiot can sing and play an instrument?! Take me now," Katsuki thought, chuckling to himself.

"Tell me your secrets. Tell me your fears. Nobody will notice. Let's get out of here," Eijirou sent Katsuki a wink, grinning.

He offered the ash blond his hand, who rolled his eyes and took it.

Eijirou unplugged his earbuds, the song continuing.

"So, you were the idiot leaving me those things, huh?" Katsuki asked, arching a brow.

"Yeah. I know you aren't into that sort of stuff, but I wanted to do something special," Eijirou grinned, linking his other hand with Katsuki's.

"You fucking beat me to the punch, you dirty bitch," Katsuki laughed, their foreheads pressing together. "I was gonna tell you the same thing later tonight,"

"Really?"

"Yes, you pricksicle,"

"Add that to my endless list of nicknames from an angel,"

Instead of some snarky remark, Katsuki sputtered over his words before shaking his head.

"You know what? Just for that, I'm gonna do this,"

Katsuki softly placed his lips on Eijirou's, fireworks going off in both of their heads.

As well as outside.

And as the fiery balls of color exploded, the bamboo trees were outside, the tanzakus of Class 1-A fluttered in the wind.

Two wishes were identical, written by the ash blond and the redhead.

"I wish to meet my soulmate today,"

A/N: Thank you for reading! I sincerely hope you liked this oneshot! I loved writing it! It was super cute, in my own opinion. Like, oh god.

Now, for what I wanna talk about. So, as you may or may not know, people are pestering Horikoshi to make certain ships canon. Obviously, this is absolutely rude, since this is his creation and story, and he gets to do whatever he wants with it. And, with this ship being as big as it is, Kiribaku / Bakushima shippers are also at fault. Not saying we're the only ones, but we're a part of it.

Only thing I can really ask of you guys is to realize that ships won't become canon. For example, I mainly ship Tododeku, after Kiribaku. But I wouldn't be shocked or offended or angry if IzuOcha became canon. Same thing with other stuff too, like Todomomo or all that. And don't be a dick to people who ship something different. If you know someone who ships Bakudeku, and you personally don't agree with that ship, just don't be a bitch.

I dunno. This A/N was long and possibly unnecessary, but it's here, it's queer, get used to it. Stay safe and healthy! - Septic / Spark