Kiribaku oneshots

🌄In the Garden🌄

Genre- ???
Length- 625

Third POV-

Bakugou was returning from visiting a friend. But he randomly looked over and he was so glad he did. There was a handsome redhead inside his friends garden. God, who was that?

"Kacchan?" Said friend was walking him out and noticed that he had stopped walking and was looking over in his garden.

"Deku who the fuck's that?" He asked, pointing to the redhead who was currently picking flowers.

"Oh, you mean Kirishima? He's one of my visitors," the greenette said happily. He was happy that Bakugou was actually able to feel anything other than anger and pride but he wasn't entirely happy that he was making goo-goo eyes at one of his coworkers son.

The blond took the information in before looking over at the redhead again. Long flowy red hair that went all the way down to his elbows, a fucking pale yellow button up with a green vest, and jeans that hugged his ass like it was fucking meant to. He looked almost girlish but Bakugou knew that was a whole man with those broad shoulders and fucking pecs that his shirt was partially trying it's damnest to hold them in.

The redhead then suddenly turned over and saw the both of them. He smiled and God damn did he have a face full of sharp ass teeth, and not to mention, a beautiful smile. One that gave the sun chills. He stood up and walked over, a basket of just picked flowers in his hands making him look oh-so innocent.

"Hi Midoriya!" He said so happily. Bakugou wanted to hear that voice every damn morning. The voice of an angel he would call it. If he died and that was the voice of the angel taking him up, he wouldn't put up much of a fight.

"Who's this?" He asked, turning his gaze to Bakugou.

"Oh, this is one of my friends and coworkers, Bakugou," Kirishima stared at him curiously for a moment before pulling up that bright smile and held his hand out.

"I'm Kirishima, it's nice to meet you," Bakugou felt his heart explode. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants before taking the handed out hand and gave it a shake. Fucking hell, everything about this man looked so soft but those damn hands were rough and strong.

"Bakugou was just leaving, so I'm afraid there's no time to talk," Midoriya grabbed the blond and rushed him towards the exit leaving Kirishima to stand there confused.

"Oi, what the hell!?" Bakugou asked at the exit.

"I like that you can fall in love, that's really sweet, but you can't date Kirishima."

"What!? Why not!?"

"Yo- I- you just can't! His...father's a powerful man, he'd have my ass and your ass on the line," Bakugou rolled his eyes. He honestly didn't care if Kirishima's dad was powerful. He could be the president of the United States and he still wouldn't care, it's his problem his son's hot.

"Wait, Bakugou!" The redhead came running and began panting when he arrived. "Here, before you go," Kirishima handed him a flower he picked. It was a daisy. Bakugou took it and put it in his pocket.

"Thanks," he said and Kirishima gave him that bright smile, which made Bakugou smile like a goof, but he couldn't help it. After Kirishima left the two be after waving good-bye, Midoriya was glaring at him.

"What?"

"You can't date Kirishima and you don't seem to care about what Mr. Kirishima will do if he-"

"I don't care! I thought as one of my friends you would support me, but I guess I was wrong, bye," Bakugou left, leaving Midoriya there at the gates of his house.