Scars {A Kiribaku Story}

Morning Run

Going on a morning run again.
Bakugou had started doing this just to train, but now it was more to escape the rest of his life. To escape the pressure that was put on him.
He had chosen this specific course because it was always empty. He hated the press. They'd been bugging him ever since the Sludge Villain incident. It got worse after the Sports Festival. But after he was kidnapped by the League of Villains and caused the end of All Might, thanks to his weakness, they had become unbearable.
Bakugou stopped to catch his breath, his shirt had started to stick to him from his sweat.
When he had started running again he saw something that wasn't usually there. A patch of red near the tree branches way in front. It seemed to be moving and bobbing around.
'The fuck is that?' He thought.
Bakugou stopped again and assumed a defensive position just in case it was dangerous.
As it got closer, Bakugou realised it was a person. Who did he know that head red hair?
'Fuck, it's Shitty Hair!' Bakugou looked down at what he was wearing, making sure he didn't look like a complete idiot. He was wearing a plain black, long-sleeved shirt and a skintight, black pair of shorts framed in orange. He didn't look that bad.
Kirishima started getting close, he looked pretty hot in a grey baggy, sleevless shirt and red shorts with black accents.
He looked up again to realise that Kirishima was looking at him.
Kirishima seemed to realise that he was staring and a faint blush spread over his face. "Oh sorry about that Bakubro!" And let out an embarrassed laugh. "I didn't know anyone else knew about this place."
"I found this place fucking first Dumb Hair!"
"If you say so!" And laughed again. Damn, he was so cute.
Kirishima looked down at his watch. "Since you haven't been for a while, wanna come back to mine?"
"Fuck off, Shitty Hair!"
"So that's a yes?" Kirishima smiled.
"Fine."