Careless (Kiribaku/Bakushima)

➊ Maybe This Summer ➊

✕ BAKUGOU KATSUKI ✕

Summer was hella overdue.

The satisfying sound of Cicadas bounded through the crackling air of Kaminari's backyard as the sun heavily beat down onto the fresh, healthy grass. It would have been a hot and annoyingly sweaty day if not for the cool shade provided by the dozens of oak trees littering the backyard, which was huge. Kaminari's parents must have had to have millions lying around to be able to afford such a damn big house with a backyard that stretched nearly an acre, complete with a pool, outside kitchen, and greenhouse, full of exotic, blossoming flowers.
Yeah, Kaminari's house was practically a mansion, and Bakugou and his group of friends had it all to themselves for the next week. Spending a week in a luxurious house with friends was the perfect kick off to the season.

Summer; Bakugou thought leaning back and letting himself fall onto the crisp grass, the relaxing shade from the trees casting small sunny dots all over him.The best time of the whole fucking year.

Who wouldn't agree? Nice weather, beach and pool days, and most importantly; no school? What could be fucking better? It surely beat the harsh snow and lame Christmas songs of winter.

"Denki! What's this tire-rope thingy?!" Bakugou peered curiously around his knees to get an eyeful of exactly what 'tire-rope thingy' his redhead friend was referring to.

Kirishima was standing inside a small shed on the Kaminari house residence, peeking his head out of the doorframe, a large tire with an odd colored banner hanging over it in hand. Bakugou watched intensely, less interested in the tire than he was Kirishima himself.
He looked damn stunning to say the least.
His hair was down today, tied back in a small ponytail, his long bangs left hanging out in a poofy pair. He was wearing a dorky tank top that read "Crimson Riot" in a loopy font. Leave it to a nerd to wear a shirt bearing the name of a fictional hero.

It wasn't exactly the hair or the muscles on full display that made Bakugou's heart beat so fast, like some kind of fucking hummingbird, It was his damn smile, so wide, so sincere, so captivating.

To say that Bakugou Katsuki was gay for his best friend Kirishima was an understatement. He was damn enthralled; mega gay; superhero gay.

He tore his intense gaze away from the redhead and returned it to the swaying oak and cedar trees overhead. Swallowing down his feelings was easy enough. Successfully hiding them for almost a year? Piece of Cake. Bakugou was strong; he wouldn't let the fact that he liked Kirishima in more than just a friendly way ruin a perfectly good friendship.

"Oh!" Kaminari exclaimed, face lighting up like a candle at the sight of the tire in Kirishima's hand. "I totally forgot we had that!" He dragged his attention away from the Jirou and Mina, who he had been having a dumb conversation about the best way to eat ice cream with a few moments prior. "It's like a tire swing, but with a rope ladder and-oh hell yeah! We should totally set it up!"

Bakugou's insides tingled as Kirishima's eyes sparkled. "Holy crap! Yes, let's set it up!"

Jirou, the girl with the most sense in Bakugou's friend group, spoke up, revealing herself to be the voice of reason in the situation, "Are you boys sure about that? Kaminari, I know you're not good with knots."

Kaminari waved a hand at her, "It'll be fine!"

Bakugou decided that the conversation was nothing of his interest so he shuffled his head back into place, unwillingly taking his gaze from Kirishima again, and getting surprisingly comfortable on the grass, which wasn't prickly or itchy like grass usually was. He figured rich people like Kaminari's parents could afford high quality grass too. He closed his eyes as a soft breeze blew over him, sending a satisfying chill down his back.