"This place was just around the corner, damn. I didn't even realize." Kirishima was aghast. The lake spread out as far as he could see, black and calm, serene in nature.
"Yeah. It's relaxing out here, or whatever." Bakugou crossed his arms, staring at the scenery with a stern expression.
"Is it safe to swim in?"
"What?"
"Do you want to go swimming?"
"I guess. I don't care."
Kirishima grinned, stripping out of his shirt and pants until he was only in his boxers. He ran toward the water, wading in and looking back at his best friend. "Come on, bakubro!"
Bakugou groaned, following his friend in undressing and entering the water. "This is stupid." He rolled his ruby eyes at Kirishima who laughed and glided his hand through the water. A wave of cold lakey goodness came up and hit Bakugou in the face.
"Hey, what the fuck!"
"Gotcha!~" Kirishima teased.
"You know what, fuck you. Just fuck you so much!" Bakugou threw a splash right back at him.
At the same time he did this, Kirishima snorted and ended up getting water up his nose.
"What the actual fuck is that face for? It's as red as your stupid hair." Bakugou shoved Kirishima lightly.
"Oh...it's nothing." But it wasn't nothing. If he hadn't snorted so hard, he would have smoothly replied with a "try it if you want to" and given Bakugou a sparkly anime wink, but now he was too busy coughing up water to be smooth and flirty.
"You're a god damn moron." Bakugou sighed, dropping deeper into the water.
The two of them splashed around for a little while until their skin started to wrinkle and the sun started to get high in the sky above them.
"Yo, I'm getting kinda hungry. We should head back and have some lunch."
"Yeah. Sounds good." Bakugou started to head back to shore. Kirishima watched him closely. His back was so cut, so muscular. It made his heart do the cha cha slide.
"Hey, bakubro...I need to tell you some-." He halted when Bakugou cursed under his breath. "What's wrong, dude?"
"All your dumbass splashing got our clothes wet." Bakugou gestured to the pile of clothes next to the lake.
"Man, don't worry about it. We can just dry them off over the railing on the deck.
"We'd still have to walk back in wet clothes and shoes."
Kirishima approached Bakugou, throwing his arm over one of his shoulders...his broad, sturdy shoulder...
"Bro, remember that time last year when you chewed me out for wearing crocs?"
"You wore them to dinner with my parents. They're fashion designers, dumbass." Bakugou didn't bother pushing him away. "Why do you think they don't want you in the house anymore."
"Well, crocs are waterproof, so enjoy walking back in soggy boots while I have no problem at all."
However, there was a problem with wet crocs. When crocs got wet, they squeaked. A lot.
Don't ask me how I know this. Fuck off I do NOT wear crocs!!! I swear!!!!
And furthermore, crocs are not the most suitable footwear for walking in the woods. One stick managed to break past the "shoe's" barriers and jam right in between Kirishima's big toe and...index(?) toe. You know...the spot where the flip flop goes????
"Oh heck!" Kirishima screeched, loosing balance and falling to the left. Something soft almost blocked his fall until he found himself falling and falling and f-
"Shitty hair, what the fuck?" Bakugou was beneath him...still shirtless, still damp. Kirishima's heart was just about ready to "take it back now, y'all."
"I'm sorry...oopsie. I'll get right off you." Kirishima, blushing like crazy, tried to get up, but stumbled and slipped clumsily until he was back in the same spot he had been when they fell.
Except closer.
Their faces were so near that Kirishima could feel Bakugou's breath on his face. He stared in to those crimson slits, eyes whose colour said stop, but shine said go. It was like he could feel the static between them, pulling him closer and closer and...
Bakugou's stomach growled, interrupting what was almost a kiss.
Was it? Was that what Kirishima was about to do?
Nevertheless, Bakugou pushed Kirishima off him, scoffing loudly. "If I don't eat soon, I'm gonna get cranky."
"Wait...this isn't cranky? If this isn't cranky, I don't wanna see what cranky is."
"Then get up and let's go." Bakugou stood but before Kirishima could stand, he narrowed his eyes. "You're bleeding."
"W-huh?" Kirishima looked down at his feet, where his red crocs were stained with a darker shade of red. His knee on his other leg was skinned too, but he wasn't six anymore so it wasn't so bad.
"Do you think you can walk?" Bakugou held out his hands and Kirishima took them. They were warm and soft, much softer than one could ever expect from somebody so abrasive.
As Kirishima leaned himself against Bakugou, feeling a sturdy hand on his hip, he realized, to his own dismay, that he was falling hard for his best friend.
And there was nothing there to catch him.