bakukiri oneshots

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Fluff

The blonde was hanging out with Jirou in her room, fiddling with an acoustic guitar in his lap as he leaned against the wall, small smile evident on his face. His face wasn't scowling, instead soft and gentle. The purple-haired female most definitely noticed as she watched him pluck at the strings of the guitar, readjusting the sound over and over again while staring at the string instrument.

"I knew Kirishima had some sort of spell over you but damn, dude, you're practically glowing." She spoke suddenly. Some people might hesitate to call the blonde out, to be so blunt with him, but the two were close enough to the point where the female could do that and get away with it.

The red-eyed male looked up at her, eyes slightly widened before rolling his eyes and scoffing playfully. "Yeah, whatever." He murmured, continuing to fiddle with the guitar. "Can you blame me though?"

"No, I blame Kirishima if anything." She replied nonchalantly, rolling her eyes as she gave the blonde a sarcastic stare. She was sitting on her bed, notepad in her crisscrossed lap as she held a pencil loosely in her hand, playing with one of her earphone jacks in her free one.

Bakugou rose his gaze from the guitar and back to her, smirking. "What, jealous?"

It was her turn to scoff this time. "What's there to be jealous of?"

The blonde hummed, shrugging slightly. "Everything really." He replied, settling the guitar back in its stand. He walked over to her bed, sitting and resting against the headboard as he spread his legs on it, locking his ankles together. "Actually, I was wondering.. could I vent to you? About him? It's weird keeping all these feelings inside and they're so intense, I..." He trailed off, looking at the ground with furrowed eyebrows.

The purple-haired girl stared at him for a moment before softly smiling at the blonde. She made her way over to him. She then laid her head in his lap, resting her crossed feet on the wall. "Sure. Might as well. I'll just picture it then replace the two of you with Yaomomo and I." 

Bakugou snorted in response, bringing a hand to fiddling with the ends of her short, violet hair. "You wouldn't have to if you just asked her out already you know."

The usually laidback female's cheeks were quick to flush pink. "Just shut up and start talking, you asshat!" She shrieked out, clearly flustered and embarrassed by the blonde's remark. He simply laughed it off though before turning silent, making her confused. Until she realized he's never done this before and Bakugou's not exactly the type to just start talking about his feelings. She hummed, "what do you like about, Kirishima?"

Simple question. Unfortunately, the answer wasn't so simple.

"Shit. Fuck. Everything. Just- fucking everything." He exhaled softly, looking around the girl's room absentmindedly. "He's kind, you know? Willing to listen to you. Patient as fuck when he does so. Which is good, you need patience with me, you know?" She laughed softly at that, encouraging him to continue.

"It's so easy to talk to him. He has this bright, yet also peaceful aura. You feel comfortable around him. And even though he can get awkward and not really know how to comfort at times, he can simply hug you and you'd feel better." The blonde noticed the purple-haired female's eyes look at him in disbelief. He cocked an eyebrow up, smirk creeping up onto his lips. "Don't believe me? Next time you're feeling like shit, go to him. Motherfucker will fix you right up."

She giggled slightly, making a mental note to do so. "You got it, blasty."

He scoffed, shoving her shoulder lightly before continuing. "He's amazing, really. Little shit always manages to make me laugh somehow. He's not really stand up comedy funny or the Kaminari kind of funny. He's subtle. He joins in the conversation at the right time to say something, you know? Gives you a look that sets you off. Makes a face that makes everybody laugh at the realization of what they're even talking about. Then there's his laugh in general.. so light and airy and sweet. Angelic, like his smile." He pauses, glancing down at the female who's still there. "Sorry," he muttered.