Kiribaku Oneshots

❤ Balloons and Dick Glitter ❤

A/N: Happy Birthday, Katsuki Bakugou! You little shit, you're old. Also, happy Kiribaku Week! It's begun today, and we're gonna get funky and fresh! Anyway, today's prompt that won the vote was... Bakugou's birthday! Yeah, so, without further adieu, let's begin!

3rd Person POV

Katsuki Bakugou had never necessarily been one to celebrate his birthday. Sure, when he was younger, his parents would make him a cake and he'd open presents and such. But as he got older, it was less common.

He claimed he "didn't have time for all of that little kid stuff" because he was too busy focusing on becoming the number one hero.

Of course, now he was a little less focused on being number one, and little more focused on being just a good hero in general.

He wasn't the kindest hero in training, nor was he going to be. That wasn't his job. But he sure as hell didn't want to be the new Endeavor.

But Katsuki was too focused on hero stuff to celebrate his birthday.

...

So...

"SOMEBODY BETTER TELL ME WHO THE FUCK PUT BALLOONS ALL OVER MY FLOOR, BECAUSE I'M GOING TO PEACEFULLY SHATTER YOUR FUCKING FEMUR," Katsuki yelled when he woke up on the lovely April 20th morning.

Balloons.

Everywhere.

Absolutely fucking everywhere.

His palms crackled and sparked, small pops of explosions being released. Katsuki managed to explode all of the balloons with only a single explosion.

However, multiple other explosions happened after his original explosion.

The chain reaction from one balloon blowing up to the next was one.

The dick shaped glitter exploding from each balloon was another.

Katsuki's angry yelling was the most recent, but likely not the last one today.

No, not by a fucking long shot.

"Bakugou, what's wrong?" Kirishima opened Bakugou's door, looking around frantically before his eyes fell on the floor.

There was half an inch of glitter, just spread across Katsuki's floor.

"Oh," Kirishima placed a hand over hid mouth trying not to laugh. "I didn't think he'd actually... oh my fucking god."

"Who."

Katsuki's fists were clenched so damn tight, you'd see pure white knuckles if he weren't absolutely fucking covered in dick shaped pieces of glitter.

"Pardon?"

"FUCKING. WHO."

Kirishima gulped.

"Uh... D... Denki--"

"FUCKING DUNCE FACE, OF FUCKING COIRSE. I SHOULD'VE KNOWN! THE BLOND ASSHOLE IS THE ONLY MOTHERFUCKER HERE WHO WOULD BUY FUCKING DICK GLITTER, GOT DAMN IT!"

Katsuki stormed out of his room, his eyes burning with fury and murder on his mind.

"Waitwaitwait! Katsuki, wait!" Kirishima trailed behind the angered blond, a present held behind his back.

"NOPE! DUNCE FACE IS GETTING A BROKEN LEG. I'M BREAKING HIS FEMUR. THAT FUCKER IS GONNA FUCKING GET IT. GOD FUCKING DAMN IT."

"Katsuki!" Kirishima said, grabbing Katsuki's wrist. "Chillax, man! Here, we can go grab a vacuum from the closet in the common room and clean up, right? You can kill Kaminari when you've calmed down a little more."

Katsuki wanted to pull his wrist out of Kirishima's grip, but he just found himself incapable of doing that.

Kirishima's hands were soft and warm, which seems surprising for someone who's skin can literally become harder than stone, yet here he was. Unable to move because Eijirou's grip was too damn warm and comfy.

Not to mention the fact that Katsuki had fattest fucking crush on the dumbass redhead.

He'd never admit it.

Though, he was semi-confident that his feelings were reciprocated.

Kirishima had Katsuki's permission to use his given name, and vice versa. When he gave the redhead permission, he looked like a fish out of water, turning tomato red as his mouth opened and closed, only to open and close itself again without saying a damn word.

The redhead also oh so fucking gracefully danced around the topic of crushes around Katsuki, with a stutter and a flush.

It was honestly fucking adorable.

But, Katsuki himself is not immune to Kirishima's extremely contagious dumb gay bitch disease.

So with a stutter and a flush, he just yanked his hands out of Eijirou's grasp and stuffed them in his pockets.

"Fine," he huffed, stomping back into his room.

Kirishima followed him until he went into the bathroom, watching as Katsuki grabbed his hair dryer and just blew it on his face until most of the glitter was gone.

Not all, however, since glitter never leaves. Once it's there, it stays forever.

The fact that this glitter is in the shape of dicks only insulted Katsuki further.

He knew he was gay, and so did everyone else,  but knowing Denki, it was likely because he was calling Katsuki a dick.

So fuck him, frankly.

"Fucking dipshit," Katsuki grumbled, leaving his bathroom.

"Oh, Katsuki!" Kirishima said, putting a hand on Bakugou's arm again. "I have a gift for you."

Katsuki arched an eyebrow as Kirishima handed him an envelope.

Just a plain white envelope, decorated in Kirishima's thick, heavy handwriting.

And a smiley face, because Kirishima writes and texts like a golden retriever reincarnate.

Katsuki's eyes carefully went up to Kirisima's face, which nearly blinded him from how brightly he smiled.

His face was bright red, and he was doing one of his cutest smiles. The one where his eyes are shut and his nose scrunches up just a little bit.

It was the cutest fucking thing he'd ever seen.

"Open it, dude!"

Katsuki's hands shook as they took the envelope, shakily opening it.

Two tickets sat there for a film Katsuki had been looking forward to seeing.

"Surprise!"

Kirishima's smile was obvious without even having to look at him. You could just hear it.

Katsuki and Kirishima matched eyes, one grinning while the other had his jaw dropped.

"You can invite whoever you want, or you can just go solo! Doesn't matter! But it's tonight at 20:00, so you've got all day to prepare yourself an--"

Kirishima was cut off by two lips aggressively pressed to his own for a few seconds before he felt a shove in his chest.

"Pick me up at 19:30, okay, Shitty Hair?"

The only confirmation Kirishima got that what just happened wasn't a daydream was when Katsuki pushed him out of his room, a ticket held tightly in his hand.

A/N: The ending for this oneshot changed so much, but I hope you liked this! I hope you guys have a wonderful day/night! Happy birthday, again, to Bakugou! Stay safe and healthy! - Septic/Spark