Careless (Kiribaku/Bakushima)

➌ I Wanna Hold Your Hand ➌

✕BAKUGOU KATSUKI✕

"I've been having some serious sleeping problems." Kaminari stated, taking a small sip of his pouched lemonade before continuing, feeding his tales of misfortune to his five friends, all stretched across patterned beach towels around him. "I wriggle around like a worm all night. Seriously, I fell off my bed three times last night." 

"Pfft." Jirou let out, adjusting the pineapple patterned towel draped over her shoulders.

"Don't 'pfft' me, Kyouka! I'm totally serious!"

 Bakugou rolled his eyes. His friends were such idiots sometimes-actually, scratch that; they were idiots all the time.

 He scanned the beach around him, totally deserted except for the group of friends and a small family way too far off for Bakugou to describe. The waves filled his ears, consuming his mind with the smooth muffled sound of rich, salty water crashing down upon the slick shore. He spotted rocky cliffs not too far off, damp with the foamy spray of the ocean. Bakugou's eyes trailed on the basalt cliffs, longing to go to them. He knew that they contained lively tidepools and he was itching to visit them with his friends.

 He released a huff. 
 The tidepools were always his favorite part of coming to that beach. He'd been there every other summer with his parents and as far back as he could remember, always being a little brat about it. He cringed at the memory of his younger self, probably no older than six or seven, complaining the whole drive, whining about how boring and miles of plain sand and gross seaweed was. He'd stubbornly act as if the beach and luxurious house his poor-ass had the honors of spending the week in was the worst things to exist since Brazilian pizzas. That always was, at least, until he reached the tidepools.

 Bakugou basked in the sunny memories of small crabs scuttling through puddles and starfish and seas urchins lining the sides of the cliff where waves sent mists of salt water every once and a while. Once he reached the tidepools, he was never able to keep up the stubborn act of hating the beach any longer. He would lounge there for hours, exploring every square inch of the cliff, collecting sand dollars and dead fish in which he used to piss his mom off with. His child self always thought that was fucking hilarious.

 The tidepools were hands down, the best part of staying at the beach house...Bakugou wanted to share the area with his group of friends. He could already picture Mina excitedly screaming "CRABS, CRABS, CRABS!" as spotted them lounging in the pools of crystal water. Kaminari would probably dare Sero to jump from the top of the cliff into the waves below, and Sero'd probably be stupid enough to do it. Jirou would spout random facts, pointing out which seaweeds were edible and which weren't. Kaminari would defiantly collect handfuls of the slimy ocean plants, insisting they try to cook some for dinner, just to see what it would be like if they were stranded on an island had no choice but to eat the nasty seaweed. Bakugou would undoubtedly hit him over the back and call him a dumbass, all the while a small smile glistening on his lips. 

 It would be great. Bakugou was getting hella tired of the same old, same old itchy sand he had been forced to sprawl across every day since they arrived. It fucking stuck to everything like those small bits of Styrofoam they put in beanbags. The group could go right then, shaking out their towels and throwing them over their shoulders before making their way to the magnificent cliffs, but only if Bakugou suggested it...but he didn't and he had no plans to.

 Because Bakugou Katsuki was in a bad mood.

"Do you know how annoying," Kaminari continued, tugging at the drawstrings of his stupidly bright blue swim trunks, "it is to be having a sweet dream about penguins that run a café, then suddenly you're falling through space and time, then you open your eyes and you're on the floor, hit with the harsh reality that there is no penguin café, it was only just a dream? Then you try to crawl back on the bed, but your ass hurts like hell cause you landed on it when you fell, and the blanket is all tangled up with your legs and by the time everything's all sorted out, you're not even tired anymore?"