Centuries- a kiribaku fantasy au

Jealous?

Art not mine (ignore Izuku he ain't in this but the art was too cute not to use)

Nobody's POV:

It was noon when Bakugou and Kirishima began scouring the market. For what, they didn't exactly know. Bakugou had already found his comb so they were just looking around for the sake of looking around.

Kirishima admired Bakugou. He liked the way the blond's eyes seemed to hold a glint of an emotion he was unfamiliar with; determination. Kirishima was dumbfounded, what exactly had he been looking at with such a raw emotion?

And then he saw it. It was a sword that looked to be silver and- newly forged. It's metal was a captivating color when hit with the sun's rays and it was almost impossible not to notice. As expected of such a striking sword, it caught the eye of all the townsfolk. Most of whom were merely villagers passing trough to purchase paintings and such. Hardly any of them were people of any significance.

Bakugou had refused to budge, his persistent eyes seemed to burn a whole through the poor blacksmith and his unwavering stance made it clear that he wasn't planning on being turned down.

When Bakugou saw an opening he shoveled through the hordes of passerbys and smiled at the blacksmith.

"I want that one." He pointed at the flashy sword on display as he placed his shillings on the countertop and grinned. The blacksmith grinned back at him and they exchanged glances for a minute before shaking hands.

Kirishima had absolutely no clue what was going on. The two seemed familiar with each other, had they met before? Kirishima walked up to Bakugou and upon arrival the man behind the counter shook his hand as well.

Bakugou and the man shared the same devilish grin as the man looked at Kirishima and bent over to whisper something in Bakugou's ear.

"Haha! Thanks!" The blond responded with a chuckle. The man laughed and said something under his breath that only Bakugou could catch.

The two seemed lively and it really baffled Kirishima. Had they been friends at some point? He wasn't sure exactly what he felt but one could only guess that it was something along the lines of rage, or rather- jealousy.

After Bakugou had purchased the sword, he and Kirishima waved the man goodbye and proceeded to walk in the cabin's direction. The sun was setting and Bakugou preferred not to be outside at night with the exception of work.

Eventually, Kirishima asked Bakugou about the man but he only responded with "it would be better if you didn't know" and "It's none of your concern" Kirishima respected Bakugou of course so he didn't pry much after that but the hot sensation that he felt bubble up inside him at just the thought of the blacksmith was definitely concerning.

His primitive urge to keep the blond out of harm's way was probably a big factor in his feelings but there was definitely another contributor.

Jealousy.

That was it. A need so strong to keep something to yourself that it materializes into a feeling of its own. Kirishima was confused, the desire to protect Bakugou was definitely evident but he hadn't imagined that he would ever be jealous over a mere friendly conversation.

Things were certainly getting out of hand.

Kirishima respected Bakugou so he chose not to question him further but this was definitely eating him up inside. He didn't want to make the blond uncomfortable but he was getting antsy.

The two bathed in the stream and went to sleep, per usual. All while Bakugou remained oblivious of the situation. Or so he thought.

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The next morning Kirishima awoke with a bigger dilemma than when he'd gone to sleep; morning wood. He thought the situation to be normal given his circumstances but he really had no way of getting rid of his problem without Bakugou finding out.

The two were close and seeing as both he and Bakugou were shameless there wasn't much they didn't do together so Bakugou was bound to catch on if he bailed on their baths.

Rather than think up an excuse, Kirishima only tried his hardest to imagine a situation that would turn him off but he was so far gone that Bakugou appeared, even in his most foul and gruesome fantasies.

Kirishima groaned and tried to get up but Bakugou had been clinging onto his chest and he looked too peaceful to disturb. This was it for him, he was doomed.

The only thing he could come up with was to lie and say that he'd been dreaming about a girl he'd seen at the market yesterday and his imagination took over. He figured he'd come off as odd but he thought that to be better than having feelings he'd yet to sort out exposed already.

With a sigh he pried Bakugou's hands off of his chest and made a b-line for the stream. It was barely 7:00 in the morning so he was lucky, 7:00 was when Bakugou slept the heaviest.

When he got there he didn't know exactly what to do, it was summer so the sun had already risen and if Bakugou were to come outside he could be spotted easily.

Kirishima grunted. If he didn't play his cards right, he could be in deep trouble. And with that he stripped and took a dip in the stream...

He was lucky the water was cold.

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Bakugou laid in bed with half lidded eyes, he was trying hard to find Kirishima but he was just so sleepy.

When he first noticed that the red- head was missing, he called out for him. But to no avail. He wanted to apologize for yesterday, after thinking about it he came to the conclusion that he'd gone too far with the teasing.

He saw the way that Kirishima got jealous of him and found his reaction to be cute was all. The blacksmith was just a friendly blacksmith, though he did seem to give off a flirtatious vibe, he had no ulterior motives.

Bakugou sighed.

"Today's going to be a long day" he yawned.

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Y'all, thanks so much for the reads, comments and votes this was just a casual story so I didn't expect it to get that much attention but thank you, I really appreciate all of the love and support and hope to see you in the next chapter! Until then!

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