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Bright sun, smell of sunscreen and salt water, itchy costumes and tiny bikinis.
“CUT!” someone screamed behind the cameras.
You could see the tiredness on Katsuki’s face; the amount of light and sweat made him close his eyes, only opening them when he felt two arms lift him like he weighed nothing. Not very surprised when he saw a (VERY) smiling red dot.
“That was freaking awesome, dude!! Since when do you know how to dance? Last time I checked you made Denki look cool,” Kirishima said after putting him back on the sand.
“Oh, fuck you. I wasn’t even that bad,” Bakugo said, crossing his arms in his best fuck you pose.
Kirishima made a sound that suspiciously sounded like a stifled laugh. “Just messing with you, man. Also, Mina told me one of her friends is throwing a party at Aloha Beach. You up for it?”
“I don’t think so, Shima… too tired to get wasted,” he said before getting into the van. “Who’s throwing it anyway?” Katsuki added, grabbing a sandwich from the table.
“Mhm, I think it’s the brunette girl with the bob,” Kirishima replied, grabbing a bag of Doritos. “What do you think? You going?”
“Maybe,” Katsuki said from the tiny bathroom meant more for costume changes than actual showers. “If I can catch some sleep,” he said before dropping onto the couch where Kirishima was sitting.
Kirishima crashed at Bakugo’s place around 8 PM. Bakugo was wearing baggy jeans and a tight black crop top just under his belly button. They got to Aloha Beach by 8:30. The loud pop music hit Katsuki’s ears before he even got out of Kirishima’s car.
There were a lot of people — celebrities and… extras. Or non-celebrities. Whatever. In the center, there was a bonfire, and if you asked Katsuki, bonfire + drunk people was not the best combination… but whatever.
There were some familiar faces from social media or even Fashion Week. He spotted one of Mina’s psycho exes — what the fuck was he doing here?? And there was bob girl, close to that Hansel-and-Gretel-style bonfire. She was sitting with a freckles-and-curls, good looking guy. Katsuki made a mental note to ask Mina for that guy’s number.
The night went by fast with Katsuki’s shitty friends, and, to please Bakugo’s chaotic thoughts, Hansel and Gretel ended up being Denki and Sero (which honestly wasn’t that surprising anymore).
In Denki’s defense, it was Sero’s pants that caught on fire. Denki was just a good friend. A clumsy one, but still. So yeah — no fire around those two for a long time.
Bakugo woke up on Mina’s pink couch. Looking around, he found Eijiro’s shoes. He got up, looking for water or maybe Mina, because damn, he really needed some headache pills. Luckily, Mina was in the kitchen. They chatted briefly about the night before — and about how Kirishima beat the shit out of Mina’s ex for putting a hand on her waist.
Wait… how the hell did he miss that?? Ugh. Maybe Camie had a video or something.
Kirishima came into the kitchen not long after. From what Mina said, he didn’t even look like someone who had punched another dude last night. Katsuki could swear that man was made of stone or something. Kirishima’s little scars made Katsuki remember the cute boy next to bob girl, so he asked:
“Hey Pinkie, do you know who that curly-haired guy with bob girl was last night?”
He asked it shamelessly — not just because all his friends knew about his sexuality, but because he had asked Bubblegum for worse guys than this one.
Mina made a face at the question.
“Well… I think that’s Midoriya.”
“What’s with the face?”
“Nothing!” Mina answered, but still doing her I-don’t-like-that-guy face, which actually scared Katsuki because Mina was usually really nice.
“I just don’t think he’s into boys...”
Ah. That was the problem.
“That guy has a boy-kisser face. No way he’s straight,” Kirishima finally said.
“Don’t make him delusional, Eijiro. I always end up cleaning up the mess,” Mina sighed.
“I AM NOT DELUSIONAL.”
“Oh, honey.”