Kirishima's POV

I love my family.

My moms are fantastic, couldn't ask for better parents.

And as much as I love them, spending time with them is a bit different.

As odd as this is gonna sound, I'm an introvert. An INFP, if we're going by the Meyers Briggs test.

My mom is, I'm pretty sure, an ESTP, or something. All I know is she's some ExTx combo.

I don't know about my dad, but I wouldn't be surprised with whatever he gets.

I'm the only introvert.

So when I'm told that I shouldn't be in bed all day or in my room all day, I admittedly get annoyed.

The house is loud.

Some points in time or seasons much louder than others, but loud either way.

Now, when I was told I was going to go on vacation to a beach in the U.S, I was excited, but anxious.

We were going to a southern part of the country, and that made me nervous, since (and I know it's bad to make assumptions on stereotypes) I've heard they're a little less accepting down there.

So I didn't pack anything remotely related to my sexuality.

Not my bi tie dye, not the small flag I tuck into my hair every now and again when it's up.

Tried to make myself seems as hetero as I could.

But that wasn't the only thing.

I'm super clingy.

Like... it's probably a problem I need to fix because it could totally drive Katsuki away.

But I didn't want to leave Katsuki.

Our dorms are right next to each other, and our houses are only a few streets away from each other.

It was comforting, knowing I could look out my bedroom window and know that a few streets down, he was there.

So going half way across the globe was gonna rip me to fucking shreds.

Did I say anything?

You oughta know the answer to this question at this point.

But, when we were there, I enjoyed myself.

The water wasn't ice cold, but also not burning hot. The waves were awesome too.

The house was even better though.

Multiple decks, including one at the top of the house, resting on the roof.

Now, flashback to... a few months ago?

Katsuki had mentioned how he had pulled an all nighter, watching the sunrise.

He said something about how much he didn't like how they would hype up sunrises and thought sunsets were prettier.

Go to July 4th.

I managed to leave the house, just sitting in the drive way.

Spotify was playing Rex Orange County songs, and I was watching the sunset.

That night wasn't like the sunsets I'd seen in pictures, it was more yellow than all the pinks and reds and oranges that people paint with.

But, it was still gorgeous.

So I texted him that night.

Just watched a sunset for the first time.

For the first time?

They're pretty, aren't they?

Now, my disaster gay ass decided to try to be slick here, so please stick with me through my stupidity.

Yes to both. I didn't really think about doing it, but  you mentioned how pretty they were, and I wanted to see what I was missing. Glad I took the time to do it. It was super pretty. Not as pretty as you, though.

So I just sat there, grinning to myself as the sky turned to a navy color, beginning to head inside. My only thoughts were

I just fucking did that.

Half of the time, it was in a cocky tone, but the other half was panic.

Thankfully, he responded positively, making me do finger guns in person.

Though he couldn't see them.

Now, I'm on vacation a few weeks later.

So I've sent him pictures of the sunset.

We briefly talked afterward, and the day was over. That was from the day we got there, and I was sleepy as fuck.

Sitting for so long was painful.

But that day was over.

Spent my whole day at the beach, swimming around, casually watching dragonflies fly all over the place.

There was also some prick with a Trump 2020 flag, but we ain't gonna bring that up.

That night's sunset was the most gorgeous sunset I'd ever laid my eyes on.

The cover of this book is actually one of the pictures of the sunset.

I adored it so much, I tried taking some selfies for once in my damn life.

Never again.

The other sunsets weren't super pretty. Hell, one wasn't quite a sunset, because a storm was brewing over the water, fucking up the clouds over the whole damn beach.

But I still sent the pictures.

And one night, he sent one back.

I don't quite know why, but it made my heart swell before I threw my face into my pillow and giggled like a school girl who caught the three cherry petals under a tree with her crush.

I'd been sending him gay essays that whole damn week too.

And as the summer had crawled on, I'd been watching the sunsets.

From my bed, from the couch, from the car, wherever.

And everytime, it made me grin.

Katsuki had gone on vacation for about a week right after I got back.

I got some dumb stories, including one of the hiking trails he went on that he fucking speedran because of the absurd amount of spiders.

But that week, back at home, a storm had hit, knocking our power for about a day.

We had a generator, thank god, but it still sucked.

That thing was pumping for a while.

Wi-Fi was also down, so I waa stuck using cell service and data.

So when he gave me a gay essay, I had written one back.

But it wouldn't send, so I had to send it in chunks.

A few nights later, he was still gone, and I sent him a recording of my voice, briefly singing something in the garage as I disposed of one of my needles.

(A/N: Speaking of which, hold up. Lemme go do that. Need to stab myself, whoopsie!)

He said he didn't have earbuds on him, and I was half relieved tl hear that.

Recordings make my voice sound worse than it already is, just like with everyone else.

I'd also prefer to serenade him in person.

Maybe if I stood outside his window at sunset.

That'd be nice.

Right, sunshine?

A/N: That's all I got! Stay safe and healthy! - Septic / Spark