KiriBaku: Sparks Between Us [Ongoing]

Prologue

The world was never silent. Even in the dead of night, it thrummed with life—whispers of the wind, the hum of distant electricity, the faint murmur of a city that never truly slept. For Pro Heroes like Bakugou Katsuki and Kirishima Eijirou, that hum was a constant reminder of their duty. The battle between chaos and order was unending, a tug-of-war that demanded everything they had to give and more.

But in the rare, quiet moments, when the noise of the world faded into the background, a different kind of battle raged. It was quieter, subtler, yet no less intense.

For Bakugou, it was the weight of his own expectations—an invisible burden he carried like a second skin. He had spent his whole life fighting to prove himself, to be the best, to leave no room for doubt. But with every victory came the creeping fear that it would never be enough. That he would never be enough.

For Kirishima, it was the ache of unspoken feelings. He had always admired Bakugou, even in their earliest days at U.A. High. That admiration had been simple at first, a beacon of inspiration that pushed him to be stronger, to be better. But somewhere along the way, it had shifted, deepened, until it became something he couldn't quite name. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once—a secret he carried close to his chest, unsure if it would ever see the light of day.

Tonight, the city was calm. The streets, slick with recent rain, reflected the glow of neon signs and the faint shimmer of stars peeking through the clouds. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed, a reminder that peace was always fleeting.

In the shadows of a quiet park, two figures stood at the edge of something they couldn't yet define.

Bakugou Katsuki—brash, relentless, a storm barely contained. And Kirishima Eijirou—steadfast, loyal, a rock in the face of the storm.

They were opposites in so many ways, yet their lives had become inexorably intertwined. In battles, they moved as one, an unspoken trust guiding their every step. But when the fight was over, when the adrenaline faded, they were just two men, standing on the precipice of something far more fragile.

Neither of them knew it yet, but the sparks between them were growing.

And soon, they would ignite a flame that could change everything.