Shoot Your Shot - MHA College AU

Scene 14: A Spark in the Corner

{ Scene 14: A Spark in the Corner }

"Alright, what you've all been waiting for. Secret punishment time!" Sero announced from atop a wooden chair.

The sliding doors chuffed open, and in dragged a stack of cardboard boxes, glass clinking as they clobbered over the ridge in the door. Kaminari settled the dirt and branch-covered boxes against the kitchen wall, bordering the backyard deck.

You squinted at the carboard curiously. It was on the tip of your tongue, but you could've sworn you'd seen that logo before. The alcohol clouding your mind wasn't helping.

"Man I am soooo glad I don't have to do this," Kaminari said, wiping his brow with the crook of his arm.

Mina watched him curiously. "Wait a minute... Are you saying you knew about the punishment this whole time?"

"Yeah? Duh. Me and Sero planned everything."

"Okay, so spill, what is it?" she asked. Kaminari held a hand to her ear, passing a secret between them.

As Sero hopped of his chair to riffle through a box, Kirishima turned to you.

"Aren't those the boxes we found in the backyard?" he asked.

Sero pulled out a bottle, and there it read, Crimson Rhythm. As to where two broke, university hero students had managed to get so many expensive bottles of champagne, you hadn't the slightest idea.

Your mind was working slowly, like trying to run through waist-deep water. In one instant, Sero was announcing the punishment, and in the next, you were being guided outside in a bustle of bodies and excited chatter. Shoved back into the crisp air, socks damp in the lawn, you stood by Kirishima's side.

He was laughing, running his hands through his hair to prepare himself for what awaited you both. You chuckled nervously, holding your arms protectively across your body. At least you knew what was coming.

A wall of military, armed with shaken bottles of Crimson Rhythm. Bakugo was right at the front, bottle aimed between the both of you.

"I'll let you two get a taste of it," he chuckled,

With the pop of someone's removal quirk, the corks evaporated, and the shower of champagne rained over you.

It was as awful as you imagined. Sticky warfare. It nearly soaked through your clothes, dripping down your face, and running down the goosebumps in your skin.

And yet, you were shrieking and shivering and laughing through it all. The uncertainties scared you, but maybe, once in a while, doing something crazy and stupid made life really worth it.

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It was no surprise that you were flustered by the aftermath.  Kirishima's white tee was less of a shirt and more a transparent, sticky veil to layers of muscle built from his torso.  It shouldn't have made you giddy and uncomfortable. You'd worked beside him in his hero costume countless times. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe the scandalous idea of seeing what was meant to be hidden.

Regardless, you were shivering in your soggy party top, fighting a battle of whether to sneak glances at Kirishima's dripping good looks or to hide your eyes in shame.

A soft towel decided for you, landing on your head, falling over your face.

"Hurry up and get inside. You'll catch a cold," Bakugo muttered.