Kiribaku Oneshots

❤ Tell Me About It, Stud ❤

A/N: Ya girl has been bored. So I listened to a movie musical soundtrack again recently, and even before I relistened to it (new word I guess), I knew it had plenty of Kiribaku potential. Well, then again, if I were to look at anything remotely relationship related, I could make it Kiribaku, if I stretched it enough. I am using multiple songs in this, and the first one will just be Bakugou's half, because it doesn't make sense and I figured this out as I began writing this, so... uh... whoops? Anyway, if you guys get the reference before even reading anything, I applaud you. If not, it's cool. Before we start, Kirishima will be a senior in high school, but he will have his middle school look and it's American middle school, so they're 18. Some characters are what you could call a punk, and others are more... hm... I guess you could say the others are more... classy? If that makes sense? Whatever! Enjoy!

Bakugou's POV

Summer vacation had recently ended, and school was back in full swing.

Senior year. Last couple of months in this dump.

I was leaning against the wall of the school, having a smoke, minding my own damn business.

"Holy shit, there's Bakugou!"

Looking to the sound of the voice, I saw Hitoshi Shinsou, Setsuna Tokage, Kyouka Jirou and Mashirao Ojiro running up to me.

I smirked to myself, sauntering over to the group and giving Shinsou a light knock in the shoulder.

"See any blondies over there?" He asked.

"Same ol' chicks. Everyone's seen 'em," I shrugged, taking one last puff before stomping it out.

"What'd ya do all summer, Bakugou?" Ojiro asked.

"Hangin' out down by the beach, y'know?" I said with a cocky grin.

"How was the action at the beach, huh?" Shinsou asked me, giving me this look.

I felt myself smile genuinely.

"Well... I did meet this one dude... he was pretty cool," I mumbled, scratching at the back of my head.

"What's he put out?" Jirou asked me.

I felt myself flush a little, thinking back to the raven haired boy.

"C-C'mon, Jirou, is that all you ever think about?" I groaned.

Before I could get a proper answer, the bell had rung.

Time for class, I guess.

***

Lunch rolled around, so me and the rest of my squad went to the bleachers to watch the dumbasses on the football team.

Along with Setsuna being a shithead, but why would we deviate from the norm? 'Specially in our last year?

"Hey, I wanna hear about what Bakugou did at the beach," Setsuna said out of nowhere.

"Yeah!"

"It was nothin'," I mumbled to myself, going for my box of cigs.

"Sure, nothin'," Ojiro scoffed, not taking no for an answer.

"C'mon, Bakugou! You got in his drawers, right?" Jirou asked.

Even thinking about that raven haired boy in a bathing suit had me flush and shake, so I dunno how the hell they thought I would have enough courage to do that.