write me a clean kiribaku fanfiction
Absolutely! Here’s a clean, wholesome Kiribaku fanfiction for you. This story captures their strong friendship, growth as heroes, and perhaps a glimpse into something more as they navigate their journey together.
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### *Title: “Heart of Stone, Heart of Fire”*
Bakugo Katsuki liked to think of himself as a lone wolf. He’d always thrived on his own strength, on being the best, and on showing up every other person who dared challenge him. But somehow, somewhere along the way, Eijiro Kirishima had wormed his way in. It had happened so gradually, Katsuki wasn’t even sure he’d noticed until he found himself looking for that bright, toothy grin in the middle of a fight or hearing that familiar “Oi, Bakugo!” between rounds of training.
So, when the two of them landed their first joint hero patrol, something he would’ve scoffed at a year ago, he had to admit it felt…right.
The mission was straightforward: patrol the city, keep watch for any suspicious activity, and keep citizens safe. Even if there was no action, the patrol was meant to keep the pros in view, reminding people they were protected. It was their first shift on a chilly autumn evening, with the sky streaked with a wash of orange and purple as the sun dipped below the horizon.
“Ready for this?” Kirishima asked, his voice warm and excited as he adjusted the straps on his hero costume. His eyes sparkled, as they always did, with that boundless energy that Bakugo sometimes envied.
“’Course I am,” Bakugo replied, scowling a little for effect. “I was born ready.”
Kirishima chuckled. “Yeah, I knew that. Just checking in.”
As they walked, Katsuki could feel Kirishima’s presence next to him, steady and reassuring. It wasn’t like they needed to say much. That was something Bakugo liked about him. Kirishima wasn’t always yapping like some of the other guys. He’d just…be there. Steady. Trustworthy.
Their route took them past the shopping district, where families were finishing up their day, bustling in and out of stores with bags in hand. Every so often, a kid would stop and stare, eyes wide as they recognized the heroes. Kirishima would wave and say hi, even stopping to fist-bump a couple of the braver ones. Katsuki would usually just nod and keep walking, but tonight he found himself lingering a little longer, seeing the wide-eyed awe in their faces.
It reminded him of what they were doing all of this for. It reminded him of why he kept training to be the best, why he kept pushing everyone—especially himself—to the limits. Because these kids, these people—they needed heroes. And being a hero was what he wanted more than anything.
They had just turned down a quieter street when the silence was broken by a muffled yell from an alley up ahead.
Without missing a beat, the two took off at a sprint. Katsuki moved faster, his quirk flaring as he propelled himself forward, Kirishima only a step behind.
“Stay behind me!” Kirishima called, his skin hardening to stone as he took the lead.
“What?” Bakugo snapped, but before he could argue, they rounded the corner and found the source of the commotion.
Two men were struggling with an older woman, clearly trying to grab her bag. When they saw the heroes, their eyes widened, but they didn’t back down. One of them sneered, holding up a knife.
Kirishima didn’t hesitate. “You guys don’t want to do this,” he said, his voice firm and protective. “Just let her go.”
But the knife-wielding man lunged, and Kirishima reacted instantly, blocking the blade with his hardened arm. “Bakugo! Go for the other one!” he yelled, his tone all business now.
Bakugo didn’t need to be told twice. His hand crackled as he surged forward, blasting the second attacker back, his eyes sharp and focused. With a few well-timed moves, the fight was over. They restrained the men, waiting for the local police to arrive and take them away.
The woman they’d saved thanked them profusely, a hint of tears in her eyes as she clutched her bag.
“Thank you, thank you both!” she said, her voice trembling. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”
Kirishima waved it off, grinning. “It’s what we’re here for, ma’am. Stay safe, alright?”
As she left, Bakugo found himself watching her, feeling an odd sense of pride swelling in his chest. He glanced at Kirishima, who was smiling that ridiculously big smile of his, his eyes bright with satisfaction.
Katsuki cleared his throat, feeling strangely exposed. “You did…fine,” he muttered, the words awkward and clipped.
Kirishima laughed, reaching out and clapping a hand on Bakugo’s shoulder. “Thanks, man. You were great too. We make a pretty awesome team, huh?”
Bakugo grunted. “Don’t get cocky. I was just…doing my job.”
“Yeah, but it’s okay to feel good about it,” Kirishima replied, his tone softer. “It’s okay to care.”
Bakugo stared at him for a moment, something unspoken passing between them in the quiet of the evening. He wanted to say something back—something that would somehow express that he did care, that he was glad they were out here together, that he trusted Kirishima with his life.
But instead, he just nodded, turning to start back toward their route.
They walked in silence, but it was comfortable. A silence of understanding. And maybe, Bakugo thought, glancing at Kirishima from the corner of his eye, of something more.
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**The End**
