bakushima + a rock
hey A!!! sorry this took me a while,, i had A Day but i hope u enjoy (*^◯^*)
title: mountain date y'all
tags: im gay for bakushima ?? yea ; cute dates♡ ; no offence but their hiking dates are canon
It had been a routine of theirs.
Every break, for one day, Kirishima would go to Bakugou’s house and walk with him to the nearby lakes nestled amongst the mountains.
It would take a while to get there, walking through the urban soup of commuters and shoppers and tourists, but they’d usually see the water glittering in the sunlight before they got hungry.
Sometimes they brought a mat to sit down on; other times they brought thermal flasks to clasp and drink for warmth.
Most times they’d just stand next to each other, enjoying the views and the company.
Once, during the start of their second year, Bakugou had been especially annoyed.
Kirishima, years later, couldn’t remember what had been on the other’s mind. He could only recall that Bakugou had kept it locked up inside him for the entire walk, not even letting out a single grunt.
But as soon as they’d reached the water’s edge, Bakugou had stared intensely at a pile of rocks in the mud that the tide was gently pushing over.
Kirishima had left him there for a minute to unroll the rug he’d brought with him.
A sudden splash had sounded behind him. Turning around, Kirishima had feared that Bakugou had managed to fall in or something like that.
He’d been pleasantly surprised to see that the other boy was just standing there.
“What are you doing?” He remembered calling.
But the other hadn’t answered him, instead choosing to pick up one of the stones and toss it between his sweaty palms a few times.
Kirishima had been about to speak again when Bakugou had thrown the object at the water, causing it to bounce once before dropping beneath the surface with a definite plop! sound.
“Ah, let me have a go!”
Kirishima had abandoned the rug, letting it roll up, and rushed over to Bakugou. After deliberating between his options, Kirishima had grabbed something at random.
With more grace than the other, Kirishima had bitten his lip and thrown the rock so it skipped on the water a few times before falling in.
Even if his memory of the rest of the night was fussy from time, Kirishima could still remember the way that Bakugou’s eyebrows had furrowed in competitive concentration. Coating the bottom of the water were, no doubt, the dozens of stones that they had both hurled at the water to prove themselves.
The competition might’ve ended with Bakugou winning but Kirishima couldn’t remember anything but the ecstatic smile that had graced the other boy’s face for the rest of the day after their fight to be the best stone-skipper had ended.
In witnessing it, maybe Kirishima had been the real winner.