Needles.

1.

   He was rude, violent, foaming at the mouth.

He was mean, rough on the edge, and sharp at the points. But, he was also kind, smart, encouraging, quick on his feet and good with his hands.

He was extraordinary, strong and unyielding, loud and distant, always beautiful even when his eyes were glassed over like the colorful stains of twilight, raw from the tears he refused to let drop.
He was everything Kirishima was supposed to stay away from, to just let go and let the man rage in silence. But, then again, just what if he could help to tame the beast and teach him what it means to smile.

He was addicting.

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  "Yo, Bakugo!" A cheery voice called out, hands waving and toothy grin standing out in the cafeteria, always a bit flooded with U.A students.

The blond boy glared over in the direction of his yelling classmate, who were seated among his friends, of mostly Ashido, Sejo, and Kaminari. It's not like Bakugo doesn't hang out with him during lunch, but he still likes to get his attention.
Kirishima watched with bright red eyes as said male started stomping his way to their normal table, blue tray in hand.

"What do you want shitty-hair?"

"I'm actu- "Dude you gotta come up with something cool, that name is getting soooo boring!" Ashido interrupted, mouth wide open and palms pressing into the table as she leaned across it to speak as Bakugo slammed his tray down next to Kirishima.

"Huh?" He growled, eye twitching and the corner of his lips pulling down in an exaggerated scowl. "Fuck off, he ain't complainin, now is he, Pinky." He finished by plopping down on the bench, shoulders brushing against Eijirou's aggressively.

Kirishima swallowed, shadows consumming the edges of his vision. 'He's so warm.' He thought, unsure if he should move over, or just enjoy the contact while its there before cringing at the volume of their lighting friends laughter.

"Pinky?! Man thats just cruel, why can't you just be nice instead of a broken microwave."

"Kaminari, you dont have the right to tease him, youre pretty much in the same vote here." He spoke up, jumping to Bakugo's defense, mostly for a distraction from the urge to lean closer to said man.

Damn, did he want that or what.

"What, wow, youre supposed to be on my side 'Mr. Im the only one blasty cares about', I'm so hurt man." Kaminari stated, hand brought up to his chest in mocking offense.

"Top 10 anime betrayals, my dude." Sejo patted the boy's arm in false pity, whispering a prayer with his head bowing dramatically.

"I don't care about anyone, shut it or Ill punch you all the way to fucking Mars." Bakugo snarled loudly, turning sideways in his seat and stabbing a straw through the juice box, though his voice didnt have that much bite in it.

"Excuse me, please keep the volume down! And Bakugo, Mars does not have an atmosphere, its too cold!" Suddenly, all Kirishima saw was large hands waving around infont of their table. Looking up, he saw Iida taking a deep breathe. "Kaminari would die, either by oxygen decrease or the negative temperatures. Please retract your violent statement." After finishing his lecture, the man pushed up his glasses, his usual expression shifting to something more proud of his unnecessary knowledge.
Before the now angered blonde said something stupid, Kirishima covered Bakugo's mouth with one of his hands, the other grabbing his shoulder to keep the male sitting.

"Alright man, we'll work on talking softer," The redhead replied, his arm hardening as Bakugo grabbed onto his wrist, gently terrifying. "Thanks." Kirishima smiled at Iida pointingly, as Kaminari sobbed, applauding the class rep who was returning back to his own table.

He felt bakugo bite his hand and grunted, hoping the man didnt break his teeth.  Kirishima imagined what would happen once he let him go. Alot of screaming, and explosions. He signed as he thought of the 100% chance it will happen.

"The weather man is going to have a feild day with this one."

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"We'll be splitting up in groups of four," Mr. Aizawa yawned, "you can choose, but if there's any problems, I will match you instead."

Class 1-A were standing that the entrance of the U.A's simulated city, listening intently to their teacher.
"All Might will be with Class 1-B, who are on the other side of our largest sim. We're pretty much playing cops and robbers. Youre free to use your quirks, just try to keep the property damage to a minimum." Mr. Aizawa stepped aside, next to Present Mic and other teachers that Kirishima only remembered seeing walking around campus before.

Suddenly, everyone was rushing to get to certain people for teammates. There wasn't any pushing, but it made some of them worry.

As Kirishima turned, he locked eyes with Bakugo and froze. "A-ah, Bakugo, team with me?" He cringed at how soft his voice was.

The blond raised an eyebrow and scoffed, eyes averting to somewhere behind the man standing infront of him. "We need two more fucking players, shitty hair." Before Kirishima could respond, someone slammed onto his back, almost making him loose his balance.

"Yo, Kiri!" A black-sleeved arm slid over his shoulders, jerking his head in their direction. "Team with me and Ashido!"

He heard a growl and stared at Bakugo, wondering if he just imagined it. "Guess we got Blasty too! Oh man I'm so pumped!" Kirishima grinned, brushing off the electric boy. "Hell yeah, this'll be fun." He stated, fist bumping Ashido, who was standing behind Kaminari happily.

They looked around at everyone else, noticing some predictable teams.

"Now then, since everyone seems to be satisfied with their groups, lets continue!" Present Mic said in his usual loud voice, though it was noticeable that he was trying to keep it down since he was so close to the students. "Team 1-3 are villains, on both sides. Meaning youll be playing against the other class without knowing who is a Hero, or evil-doer. Same thing applies to them of course! This is a time-free game, so take as long as youd dare with your planning once we open the gates, just remember that you arent the only ones out there and the villains will get a 2-minute head start from both sides."

Suddenly, Mic pointed at all of them. "Ashido, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Bakugo, youre team 4, Hero! Tokoyami, Tooru, Momo, and Asui, youre team 5, hero! Midoriya, Iida, Todoroki, Uraraka, and the rest of you are villains!"

Everyone looked at each other, determination clear in most eyes, excitement in others.

"Villains," Mic said, pressing down a button on his ear piece, most likely a radio to communicate with class 1-B. "Ready? Set, Go!"
Kirishima had a bad feeling in his chest as he watched his friends run through the massive doors.

We'll be okay.

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HELLO THERE READERS
i just wanted to say hi lol

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