Kiribaku Oneshots

❤ Didn't Know Your Hair Could Get Shittier ❤

BAM BAM'S POV

"Hey, have you seen Kirishima?" Kaminari walked up to me in the middle of class.

For some unfathomable fucking reason, Aizawa-sensei wasn't here. Neither was Midnight when she was supposed to teach earlier.

"Yeah, we don't know where he is." Sero sighed.

"He didn't come down for bacon this morning. Bacon! Meat! One of--" "His favorite things." I finished the sentence with Mina.

"I don't know either. And why the hell do you guys think he'd be with me, anyway?"

"Well, two reasons," Sero began. "First, you're the mom of the squad."

"Wouldn't that be Mama Mina th--" "I'm the lesbian aunt who comes to visit with huge gifts from my most recent overseas vacation." Mina said.

"Second, you're closer with him than anyone else in this group."

"Tch, whatever." I scoffed. "I still dunno where Shitty--"

Loud, yet muffled yelling erupted from the hallway, confusing everyone in class.

"Is it Kacchan?"

"I'M RIGHT HERE, YOU FUCKING NERD!"

"But if Bakugou's here... who could that be?" Glasses asked.

The door opened to Aizawa-sensei, using his scarf and tugging something, someone into the room.

"Hey, would you mind helping?" A familiar voice asked.

"Kirishima?"

"I am not going to touch any of that." the... same voice said.

"Cementoss, could you--" "Say no more."

More muffled yelling.

Aizawa-sensei entered the room and my jaw dropped.

One, two, three, four, five, six Kirishimas stood at the front of the room, all giving off a different impression.

One had his hair down. It was a vibrant purple, and he was wearing one of Kirishima's KANA-BOON shirts and a pair of jeans. He was looking down at the ground as if ashamed of something, but his purple irises were visible from time to time.

Peeking out behind the purple haired one stood a white haired Kirishima. A huge Crimson Riot hoodie enveloped him along with a pair of baggy sweatpants. He barely poked out from behind the purple haired Kirishima, but I could see his irises clearly; an off-white color that darted around the room.

Standing beside the purple one was a green haired Kirishima, his hair spiked up. He was dressed in the uniform, and his eyes were green, a sneer painting his features. It looked almost foreign on his face.

An orange haired Kirishima stood next to the green one, happily waving his arms and grinning like an idiot. His eyes, also a bright orange, looked around. A tank top and red basketball shorts was what he wore, a small chain finishing the outfit off.

A pink haired Kirishima locked eyes with me and winked. His eyes were a bright pink I could barely tear away from. He wore the suit he had bought for the I-Expo way back when, and his hair was in a half bun, his little "horns" sticking up.

The last one had plain black hair, but that seemed to be where the average left. He had a muzzle on, like I did on the first place podium during the sports festival, and he had on a red muscle shirt and ripped jeans. His frantic black eyes burned holes into anyone who dared to look at him. A cement bonding was around his hands so he couldn't move his hardened arms.