bnha ; oneshots!! {001 → 100}

024 - making things right 💗

platonic? ship: katsuki bakugo + eijiro kirishima.

It was another bustling day at U.A. High School, and the corridors echoed with the usual mix of chatter and laughter. Bakugo stormed through the halls with his usual intensity, a scowl fixed on his face. He had just come from an exhausting training session and was still fuming over a small mistake he had made. The day had been rough, and he had taken his frustration out on Kirishima during practice.

Bakugo's harsh words had stung, but at the time, he hadn't thought much of it. Kirishima was tough, after all, and could take a bit of rough treatment. Or so he had thought.

As the day went on, Bakugo began to notice something different about his red-haired friend. Kirishima, usually the embodiment of cheer and resilience, was unusually quiet. He wasn't laughing with the others, and the spark in his eyes seemed dimmed. He wasn't his bubbly self, and it didn't take long for Bakugo to connect the dots.

It was during lunch break when Bakugo finally decided to confront Kirishima. He found him sitting alone at a table in the corner of the cafeteria, poking at his food with a forlorn expression. The sight made Bakugo's chest tighten with a pang of guilt.

"Kirishima," Bakugo called out, his voice gruff but concerned.

Kirishima looked up, his usual bright smile replaced with a weak attempt at cheerfulness. "Hey, Bakugo. What's up?"

Bakugo slid into the seat across from him, his eyes narrowing as he studied Kirishima's face. "What's going on with you? You've been acting weird all day."

Kirishima's shoulders slumped, and he averted his gaze. "It's nothing, really. Just a rough day, I guess."

Bakugo's scowl deepened. "Bullshit. You're never like this. Did I do something?"

Kirishima hesitated, his fingers fiddling with the edge of his tray. "It's just... what you said during training. It really hurt, man. I know you didn't mean it, but it still stung."

Bakugo's eyes widened in realization, and a wave of regret washed over him. He leaned forward, his voice softer but still firm. "Look, I'm sorry. I was pissed off, and I took it out on you. I know that's not an excuse for what I said but I didn't mean any of it. You know that, right?"

Kirishima looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of hurt and hope. "I know you get angry sometimes, but it still gets to me. I just want to be there for you, Bakugo. I don't want to be someone you take your anger out on."

Bakugo's expression softened, and he reached across the table to place a hand on Kirishima's arm. "I know, and I'm sorry. You don't deserve that. You're my friend, and you mean a lot to me. I shouldn't have said those things."

Kirishima's eyes brightened slightly at Bakugo's sincerity, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I'm your friend? Thanks, Bakugo. That means a lot."

Bakugo's grip tightened slightly on Kirishima's arm, his voice resolute. "Yeah, yeah." He rolls his eyes playfully and goes back to a serious tone, "I'll do better. I don't want to hurt you. You're too important to me for that."

Kirishima's smile grew, the warmth returning to his eyes. "You're important to me too, Bakugo. We're in this together, right?"

Bakugo nodded, a rare smile breaking through his usual stern facade. "Damn right we are."

The tension between them eased, and the familiar camaraderie began to return. Bakugo knew he had a lot to work on, but he was determined to make things right with Kirishima. The bond they shared was too precious to let slip away.

As they sat together, the noise of the cafeteria faded into the background, leaving them in a bubble of mutual understanding and renewed friendship. They had faced countless challenges together, and this was just another hurdle they would overcome side by side.

And as the day went on, Bakugo made a silent promise to himself to cherish and protect the bond he had with Kirishima, knowing that their friendship was something worth fighting for, no matter the cost.