KiriBaku | Just Another Camp

Chapter 10

Third Person

"Okay, so we're gonna break in, grab the red head, and run," Takeo said, flexing his hands.

"Yeah, sure," Yoshito said. "But only because that blond kid would be hard to take."

The two coaches got into position. This was their plan to train the teenagers for kidnappings: take one of the kids, and see if they other kid would notice or even care. Then congratulate them and move on to the next cabin.

Yoshito, the basketball coach, snuck up to the window and glanced inside. He was a bit confused at first when he saw no one in one of the beds, then he looked down and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Takeo, come see this," he whispered, motioning to the football coach while keeping his eye on the two boys.

"What is it now, Yoshito, we don't have all night-" Takeo stopped when he saw them.

The two boys were laying side-by-side in the same bed, cuddling each other and sleeping soundly. The two coaches sat there, dumbfounded, for a good 2 minutes before Takeo snapped out of it.

"Well f****** finally," he commented. "Took that hot headed brat long enough." 

Yoshito was speechless. He thought that putting the two captains in the same cabin would help boost their leadership skills, not bloom into... a romantic relationship...

"Never thought your kid would be gay, though," Takeo said, scratching his head. "But whatever."

He glanced over at the speechless basketball coach. "I don't have the heart to wake 'em up. It's been a long time since I've seen Bakugo this comfortable around someone."

Yoshito swallowed. "Uh, yeah. I don't think I'd be able to wake 'em up, either. They're too cute."

"Wow, simping over two gay teenagers," Takeo mocked, snorting. "Let's just get on to the next cabin."

Yoshito followed Takeo to the next cabin, saying, "Takeo, we've been dating for—"

Bakugo

"What the f*** do they want from us?" I muttered to the red head as we walked to the coaches cabin.

They had the biggest cabin in the campsite; it was supposedly the main cabin, but the coaches took it over as their own. 

"I dunno," he said back to me. "I've only ever been called in to talk about game performance..."

I raked my hand through my hair and shoved my hands in my hoodie pockets. I self consciously rubbed my finger against my new cuts as we walked up the steps. At least Kirishima didn't know about them quite yet.

Kirishima knocked on the door and my coach opened it and ushered us in.

We sat down on a couch and he left to go get the basketball coach. It was silent for a good minute before Kirishima broke it.

"Did you bring any other clothes besides hoodies?" He asked me.

I slowly shook my head.

"How are you not dead?" He exclaimed. "It's not even the afternoon and I'm burning!"

I simply shrugged and the coaches came back into the room.

"So, we'd like to talk about what happened last night," my coach began after clearing his throat.

I tensed up. What did they mean, last night? 

"We were going to do a kidnapping simulation to see how everyone would react," Kirishima's coach picked up.