"What is it, Kirishima? You gonna feed me with some more faggoty shit today?"
"You suck!" Kirishima exclaims, his Quirk activating as they lay sprawled out in the grass, next to one another, in some muddy field who knows where.
"Y-yeah, you like it when I nearly blow your brains out, don't you, Kirishima...!"
"Kacchan!"
Kacchan laughs. He's never felt so alive.
"Imagine if I decided to pursue the role of some shitty Hero, how different things would be," Kacchan smiles out loud as his knuckles bleed from beating this faggot till he's nearly dead.
The rain falls on both of them, tears probably produced by Kacchan's former childhood friend, or probably by Kirishima summoning his inner beast.
"You're really freaking terrible, you know that!" Kirishima exclaims to his Kacchan, his _motherfucking_ leader , "You could have freaking killed me...!"
"You were asking for it, bitch! How many times do I have to tell you, greenies are off. Limits."
Kirishima pouts, and Kacchan feels the urge to blow his brains out again.
"But this guy really seemed special for some reason...!"
"You wanna fight again, rocky?"
"Fuck yeah I do!"
Kacchan turns his head to look at his companion lying next to him in the mud.
Kirishima's skin is nearly stone.
Probably because the moron did way too many drugs in high school.
Well, no matter.
Kacchan accepts his stony friend the way he is, enjoys beating him senseless, knowing that Kirishima will take it, because he's just _that_ good.
"Hey, Kacchan?"
"Hm? You still thinking about him, Kirishima...?"
"Yeah."
"Even though that makes you an irreprehensible queer?"
"I. Am not a queer."
"Course not, you're just a slut."
Kacchan then looks back up at the sky, drowning in the nourishment it's providing his beaten flesh.
"He had such a pretty name, too," Kirishima continues on, and Kacchan nearly breaths lava this time around as his friend says the words;
"_Izuku._"
"Kirishima, he's—"
"He's special, Kacchan. And you know it."
Kacchan drowns himself in the rain pouring down.
It's better then drowning out at sea.
"It's okay to cry every now and then, Kacchan."
"I can't." Kacchan answers. "I literally can't."
He can't.
He can't.
"That's okay, Kacchan. I'll cry for you."
Kacchan screams, sending explosion after explosion at the sky above him, trying to fight this world that's being dominated by the wrong element.
And Kirishima keeps being his steady rock, no matter how hard things gets.
Kirishima weeps softly, honing his promise.
