Kiribaku Oneshots

❤ Child's Play (Pt. 2) ❤

A/N: You asked? You shall receive. Pretty late, yeah, I'm sorry! But here she is!

Young Kirishima's POV

"Okay," a tall man with long black hair deadpanned. His voice was muffled by his huge grey scarf. "Bakugou and Kirishima."

The four of us looked at him.

"Oh... right...." the man sighed. He sort of scared me. "The teenagers."

I looked away, though I'm fourteen. I can assume he meant the older versions of us.

"You guys are going to have to keep an eye on the younger versions of yourselves during classes. We can't have them stay by themselves in case we have another incident." The man explained. "Younger Kirishima and Bakugou."

Bakucchan and I looked at the man.

"While the older two train, you are to sit on the sidelines away from the fights. We don't need you being injured." the man said, making me gulp and nod. He's really intimidating.

"Younger Bakugou, you will have a uniform made for you. As for younger Kirishima, you can just borrow one from the older version of you. Okay?"

"Yes, sensei." Bakucchan and I said in unison.

"Alright. The four of you, head off to classes. The two younger ones will be excused from wearing uniforms for today." The man said before waving us off.

I stayed as close as I could to my older counterpart, just trying not to stand out.

Which is hard if you're standing next to two apparently very popular students.

In the middle of the school year.

With no uniform.

And you look almost exactly like them.

People were whispering the entire walk to our classroom. Which had an extremely overexaggerated door.

"In we go!" Older Kirishima said, opening the door.

I gripped his arm tightly as we walked in, almost vibrating with anxiety.

"Hey, Kiri!" a lemon blond boy said, going to sling an arm around the older version of me before pausing. Him and I made eye contact and I did my best not to hide.

"Who's this kid?" He asked, looking over to the older version of me.

"Uhm... he's--"

"OH MY GOSH, KIRISHIMA, IS THAT YOU... TWO???" I heard a somewhat familiar voice scream.

Her voice seemed like a far off memory. I turned around to get tackled into a hug. I almost started hyperventilate until I saw the bright pink skin and squared horns.

"A-Ashido-san?" I stammered awkwardly.

"Yeah! It's me!" She said, hugging me tightly. "And drop the formalities, we're friends, dork."

"W-we're what?" I stuttered, pulling away from the horned female.

"We became friends after junior high, dummy." She said with a bright smile.

"O-oh... why?" I asked, scratching the back of my neck.

"Why?" Ashido-san asked with a sarcastic smile. "Look it!"

She grabbed the older version of me by the ear.

"Owowowowowow!" The older me said as his head was brought to her height.

"We're horn buddies!" She said, grabbing at two pieces of hair, spiked up on my forehead, like horns.

"Oh...." I trailed off. Just looks? Damn.