BNHA Ship Stuff (RECONTINUED !)

Doubts and Realizations // KiriBaku Prompt

So basically, if you watch BNHA (if you don't, what're you doing here?), you'll know that KiriBaku is probably the most teased ship (besides IzuChako) in BNHA. This one-shot is my idea of how I think the author would decide to make it canon (if they did of course).

Before I write it, I just wanna say a few things. This would most likely be a side plot in an OVA or in an OP/credits scene of some sort. I expect that that's where the author would put it in order to not cause too big an uproar in the fandom. To be fair, the rabid shippers would flip their shits and the fandom would become hell no matter how they make it canon, so it doesn't matter in the end.

Although, I tried to think from the perspective of an author that owns the rights to a massive anime franchise which happens to have the thirstiest fandom I've seen in a while, so this is going to be an insanely subtle KiriBaku one-shot. It's really more of a headcanon than anything.

Also, the writing style will be somewhat different from my usual style because I want this to seem like a written version of a manga, but of course, I can't draw humans, so here we are, slurping on some chocolate milk while writing fanfiction on a Saturday night.

So yeah, I just wanted to get that out of the way before I begin writing. Apologies for the late update :>

(No warnings b/c I'm trying to make this one-shot as realistic to the converse as humanly possible)

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1st POV

Kirishima Eijiro

Something has been nagging at me for as long as I can remember.

This inadequacy that I feel, it lingers. Even if I try and push back these thoughts of self-doubt, they stay.

It's kind of childish if you think about it. I should be able to control what goes on in my head. But of course not.

It's unmanly in the worst way. These thoughts always nag at me and tug at my coattails. But it isn't, just can't be, only that.

It's Bakugou too.

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"-itty Hair. . .
KIRISHIMA."

A voice snaps me out of my thoughts. This voice of course being Bakugou. I shake my head and look up at him, that strange fuzziness only growing as I lock eyes with my ash blonde friend.

"Quit zoning out, dumbass." He snaps, clearly annoyed. "We have to get all of this shit cleaned up so I can sleep." A yawn escaped his chiseled jaws as he continued to roll up mats and carry them into a corner of the room. I flash him a bright smile, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly.
"Sorry, Bakugou," I respond, rolling up a mat and slinging it over my shoulder.

I and Bakugou went to UA Academy, where they provide a hero course for the select few that are able to pass the entrance exam. I was placed in Class 1-A, alongside 18 others, not including Bakugou. I and the class were staying at a training camp for the time being though, in order to improve not only our quirks, but our critical thinking skills, reflexes, and whatever else Aizawa-sensei had said. I don't necessarily listen to the useless details, but I'm sure Bakugou does. He might be an asshole, but that doesn't make him a bad student.
That reminds me, I need to ask Bakugou to tutor me when we get back.

As I and Bakugou keep organizing the exercise equipment, it gives me time to think. But as I was letting my thoughts run free, something becomes abundantly clear. So clear in fact, that when I realize it, it quite literally hits me in the face.
"HEY! WATCH WHERE THE FUCK YOU'RE GOING, YOU DUMBASS!" Bakugou shouts at me as he accidentally elbows me in the face.

Most of these thoughts are not of my own, but of him.

As this thought sinks into my skull, I fail to notice or respond to the ash blonde that had previously elbowed my face. I only could stand there in shock. This is why I am unable to notice Bakugou cock an eyebrow at me as he approaches me, putting a hand on my shoulder and narrowing his fiery crimson eyes.
"What's with you shitty hair? You keep getting lost in thought. Either spit it out or go to bed." He grumbled. I slowly look over at Bakugou, everything clicking inside of my head. I put a hand on my arm and sit down at the table. He looks confused but takes the hint to sit down next to me.

I think I know why now.

Everything that's been inside of my head, lingering like a bad taste.

All leading up to this moment. . .

"It's you," I said, the words slipping, without context, from my lips. Bakugou looks confused and pissed.

"What the fuck is that supposed to-"

"These thoughts, the amount of them that occupy my brain space," I began, staring at my feet, "it's all you. The doubts tugging at my coattails, even, are all attached to a string that leads back to you. These... feelings, I guess... cloud my judgment, make me weaker. I know it sounds ridiculous, childish even, but I feel as though my chest will explode as if this fuzzy ball in my stomach will consume me until my rationality is gone." My hand subconsciously shifts closer to him. I chuckle a bit.
"And to think that all of this could be connected back to one person." Bakugou is looking away from me.
"Tch. You idiot. . ." His hand slides over mine.

"You are my greatest weakness, Kirishima."

He looks back at me, our eyes meeting for what seems like an eternity. When our eyes break away from each other, I hear him grumble a few things.

"You didn't have to put your words so elegantly, shitty hair. At least do better on your math exams before you do."

I laugh a bit, slinging an arm over Bakugou's shoulders.

"Let's finish cleaning now. Sound good?"

"Whatever."

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Ok, so I tried keeping it nice and short and simple. I tried making it sound like an actual author who didn't pull a poetry degree out their ass, but I'm unsure of whether or not I achieved that effect.

(Reading this like 2 months later, I totally did not reach this affect pfft.)

But yeah, I really hope that this sounds like it could be in a light novel or something. Given, my writing style is probably really different from Horikoshi's, so this little thing wasn't exactly something you'd find out of a light novel, but I hope that it satisfied y'all.

(Edited.)

Word count: 1136 words