Red Ink

Part 32 - Self Control

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It was a long, exhausting day back in the field.

Bakugou didn't go easy on him. After several days off, Kat had prepared an entire itinerary for Kirishima, complete with business meetings, paperwork, and an emergency deployment to the south of town where a regular carjacker was spotted.

It was barely even a chase– the villain recognized Red Riot instantly and gave up embarrassingly quick. After signing an autograph and taking a selfie with an onlooking fan, he carted the culprit back to the Agency where Bakugou gave him a nod of approval and told him to meet in the gym after work.

The two partners worked out together any day they shared a shift (which was most days). Though they typically met up in the mornings, Kirishima had spent most of his early hours at All Might Agency with Midoriya and Todoroki planning Tuesday's operation, so he and Bakugou settled for an afterwork spar.

They'd only just started when Tink barged into the gym dangling her keys over her head. "Hey! Dynamight! You want a ride home or not?"

"Hell no. I've had to spar with you all week," Bakugou said with a heavy grunt when he blocked one of Kirishima's fists. "Can finally practice my offense again with Kiri– Oi, watch the nose, shithead!" He ducked out of the way and gave Eijirou a look.

Eijirou shrugged and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. I'm rusty from a few days off I guess."

"What, you don't like my sparring?" Tink grumbled. "I was doing you a favor."

"You're fuckin' crazy when you spar, don't play dumb!"

"Stop being a pussy. Be home by seven or I'm eating without you." The loud echo of her voice was followed by the gym door swinging shut behind her and Bakugou huffed out a smile as he watched her go.

He turned back to Kirishima and readied his stance once more. "It's your fault she spars like that now, y'know. She spent a few weeks practicing with you and got used to throwing hits cause you're so fucking defense focused."

"You told me to build her confidence!" Kirishima protested, swerving to avoid another oncoming jab and landing a solid hit to Bakugou's gut before backing up quickly. "If she's got you on the run, I did my job."

"Whatever. Arms up, dumbass, I could've gotten your face just then."

Kirishima could never tell anyone this, but in all honesty, his brawls with Bakugou are what made him such a formidable boxer in the Underground. For almost seven years now his sparring partner had been one of the most aggressive, unrelenting fighters in the field, and he spent hours upon hours every week drilling his defense and training his eye to spot brief openings.

Eijirou, completely by accident, had mastered the perfect boxing technique as a result. Because he was automatically on defense, he knew how to take or dodge any number of hits while he waited for the opportunity to strike– then, with only a few well planned jabs, his opponent would be eating the floor.

Bakugou had unknowingly created the Underground's most formidable opponent; and its biggest celebrity.

With a dinner deadline to meet, Katsuki packed up to leave while Kirishima wound up at the punching bag (as he usually did when business called Bakugou away).