Kiribaku Oneshots

❤ Eat Shit and Die ❤

A/N: Based off of a comic I found on Pinterest! This is the normal universe with just a few alterations. The first is, Bakugou is deaf, but he has hearing aids (I don't entirely know how those work, but I'm gonna try). Number two, in the sports festival, Bakugou has to fight Shinsou instead of Uraraka (resulting in Midoriya fighting Uraraka, but c'est la vie). Number three, Kiri knows sign language because plot. That's all so far! Enjoy!

Bakugou's POV

"HERE ARE THE MATCH UPS!" Midnight-sensei announced as the screen behind her showed us a bracket.

I scanned through the bottom row, looking for my name.

Round Face vs. Deku, Icy Hot vs. Soy Sauce, Weed Girl vs. Sparky, Four Eyes vs. Steampunk Girl, French Fuck vs. Raccoon Eyes, Ponytail vs. Bird Brain, Shitty Hair vs. Steel Face, me vs....

"Who the fuck is Shinsou?" I muttered, when I heard Tail sigh behind me.

"He's from the general studies class. He has a really strong Quirk,"

"Well, the fuck is it?!" I hissed, grabbing Tail by the collar.

"B-brainwashing, or something," Tail stammered, covering his face with his arms. "When he speaks, don't say anything back, no matter how angry you might get,"

"Why?"

"When you respond verbally, he can activate his Quirk," Tail said.

Tch, not like I'm gonna talk to that loser anyway.

"Whatever," I scoffed. "Thanks for the info, Tail,"

Everyone walked into the stands, sitting down with our classes, except for Round Face, Icy Hot, Soy Sauce and that damn nerd.

"Yo, Bakugou!"

I looked over to see Shitty Hair come to me, sitting in the chair next to mine.

"Good luck in your round!"

"Don't need it. Save that shit for yourself," I scoffed.

"Well, I heard what Ojiro said to you about his Quirk, so I dunno,"

"Tch, it won't be a fucking problem," I hissed, looking to the side.

"Y'sure?" Shitty Hair asked me. "He sounds like his Quirk might be your downfall,"

"Wanna say that again?" I grabbed his arm, my other hand creating explosions.

"This is exactly what I mean, dude," Kirishima said, grabbing my hand and pulling it off his wrist. "Just, don't say anything,"

I rolled my eyes, and looked out at the stadium as Round Face and Deku walked out onto the stadium.

"This'll be fucking good," I muttered cynically.

Before I could yell at Round Face to beat his ass, I felt a small touch dance over my palm.

It was light and moved very swiftly, doing curves and loops.

I looked at my hand to see Kirishima tracing scars and burn marks on my palm.

"The fuck're you doing?" I snarled, pulling my hand away.

"Oh, sorry, bro!" Kirishima laughed, giving an apologetic smile.

It was really bright and happy, his sharp teeth on display. His eyes closed a bit, the smile was so big.

"I just think your scars look manly!"

The smile faltered, soon dropping.

"Manlier than mine, anyway,"