... It wasn't that he was annoyed. Okay, maybe he was a little annoyed, but that was because a certain explosive punk decided to test the flammability of his sheets at 2 in the morning. Every single morning. (In which Bakugou's quirk wakes Kirishima up, and Kirishima gets way too invested in his bro's well-being.) **NOW REVISED AS OF 1/2/2023**

Red /red/ adjective 1. A color at the end of the spectrum next to orange and opposite violet, as of blood, fire, or rubies. Red. An odd color. It has so many meanings and so many emotions behind it. Love Anger, Embarrassment; whatever you can think of and even what you can't. It's refreshing to know that it's always there, making us feel the emotions it is conveying. Yet, there is you. When I look at your face, I can't tell what you're feeling. You're red. Your eyes, your hair, hell, even your clothes, but still I can't figure out what you are. No matter though, I'll figure out what you mean and I'll never let that definition go. Never.

"Don't look like that. You're supposed to be having fun, remember?" A plastic red cup is being shoved into his hand and Katsuki is overcome with the desire to splash whatever contents are inside into Shouto's stupid hair. Being stepped on and trampled over by drunk and horny college students is not fun. "I'm fuckin' astounded that you honestly consider this fun." "If you'd just stop bitching for ten minutes and try to enjoy yourself, it might not be so bad," Shouto counters, waving down the barkeep to get a refill. "Fuckin' waste of time is what it is." "Compared to what? Sitting in our apartment stress eating and crying over your absolute twat of an ex-boyfriend all day?" "Fuck you." He glances down into the cup he'd been babysitting to see something dark and sweet, promises of a blackout and a hangover staring back at him. "What even is this shit?" "Hopefully something that'll get you to fucking relax. You've been on my nerves all week with this shit." "It's only tuesday, you fuck." "My point exactly." "Fuck you." Or, Katsuki's best friend abandons him at a night club in hopes to get him over a bad breakup.

Katsuki plucks the glass from the stranger's hand and drinks it down, wrinkling his nose at the harsh burn. "Fuckin' whiskey? You didn't even get the good shit." He says with a snort, tossing the glass somewhere on the other end of the sofa. The man cocks his head to the side, either incredibly amused or bordering disinterested. "While Balvenie is quite an aquired taste, I can assure you it is, to borrow from you, the good shit." The man says, leaning back into the sofa while an arm snakes around Katsuki's slim figure to grip his thigh with callous hands. "Yeah? It tastes like spicy dishwater." "It's 50 year old single malt scotch whiskey. Someone with a simple pallette wouldn't appreciate it." "Did you just call me uncultured?" "I'm saying that you don't look like you're old enough to even know what good whiskey is." Or, Katsuki's about to give Sandra Bullock a run for her money.

Tenya isn't sure of what part of his situation leaves him with a thumping heart and a dry mouth. This isn't his first time laying eyes on Katsuki Bakugou by a long shot. In fact, he's been looking at him almost every single day for several semesters now---sometimes with eyes much too inappropriate to be becoming of a future hero. It could be the oddly shocking new knowledge that the explosive teen is working a part-time at some no-name diner against the rules of U.A's hero course. But he's willing to bet it's everything to do with that skimpy little uniform he's wearing. or, Iida pines over our favorite blasty boy and is actually really bad at taking hints.

warning: this is gonna be sad based off of a tumblr or twitter post i saw! i don't have it anymore, but im looking for it. this might not be that long, for story purposes but we'll see what happens. enjoy :)

He smelled mildly of cinnamon. I don't know how, probably the hair gel, but it was pleasant. He fell asleep pretty much instantly, and I started to slowly stroke his hair. There was something peaceful about the way his chest went up and down with every soothing breath. He was so quiet. I moved my hand from his hair to cup his cheek. He had to ask if I hated him. I let go of his cheek and whispered, hoping that somehow he would hear. "How could I hate you when you're so affectionate?" Silence. Complete silence other then his sleeping breaths. I placed my hand over his that was resting on his thigh. I gently squeezed it and wondered if he would ever understand what I feel. And with that, I leaned my head onto his, and slept. - ***COMPLETE*** Started: August 27, 2020. First published: October 18, 2020. Finished: July 24, 2021. Last Published: November 22, 2021. Disclaimers I guess: - This is a bxb. Don't read if you don't like that. - There is no smut because I need to have some pride in my writing lol. This story consists of mostly fluff. No angst but some fighting and crying. Maybe a make out scene?? Idk, read it and find out. - This is a Kiribaku (you knew that tho) - I don't own any of the characters in this story, this is a fanfiction. - The beginning photos throughout the story are not part of the plot, it's just me blessing you with cute Kiribaku photos before you read. - I found the cover photo on google and edited it a bit so yeah. I don't own the original photo. - I also don't know the art creds for any of the photos I put in the story because like I said, I just googled "kiribaku fanart" and yeah. If you know the artists of any of the pictures, please credit them in the comments, thank you! - There are some inevitable grammar and spelling mistakes but I'm too lazy to go back and find them so I hope there aren't too many. That's all I believe I have to say; enjoy the story and vote if you like it. :)