hey, look! another chapter with the word 'day' in the title! lmfao wow, am i predictable or what? xD

...be prepared for a rather lengthy AN at the end >.>

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Bakugou

If Bakugou didn't think he deserved Kirishima before, he didn't know what the fuck it was to not deserve someone after that night. He didn't get why the fuck his mind had decided to go there, then, but it had, and kept him awake while Kirishima slept next to him like a freaking baby. It got to the point where he couldn't lie still any longer, so he'd escaped out onto the balcony, and even the cool night air and sound of the crickets couldn't chase away the disgusting, unwanted thoughts.

He'd pictured about a million different ways the damn hag would find out he was with Kirishima and how she'd yell at him for any number of reasons—not telling her sooner, not telling her before spending the entire fucking break alone with him. And worse: fucking condemning him or someshit for being in a relationship with another guy, taking away the shitty promise for the bike, making him transfer schools halfway through his last fucking semester of high school, kicking him out or worse—never letting him see Kirishima again.

He didn't think his mother was that heartless; hell, she wasn't heartless at all. She cared about him, he knew that, and like him she had a strange way of showing it. But this felt like a whole different goddamn ballgame; he had no fucking clue how she felt about same sex couples. No idea whatsoever. It was all too easy for him to picture her flipping her shit about it...

He'd only been out there half an hour or so before Kirishima found him and talked to him. Just one conversation with him made Bakugou feel a hundred times better. Worst case scenario, she'd somehow find out whether he told her or by other means, and she either kicked him out or told him he couldn't see Kirishima anymore, but it didn't matter. He'd be eighteen soon, and after that she couldn't boss him the fuck around anymore. He'd leave. And now he had somewhere to go (because Kirishima was way too fucking sweet for his own good, something Bakugou was in disbelief of every day). As for the bike, if that was something she threatened to rip away from him... oh-fucking-well. He'd rather have Kirishima than some shitty bike any day.

After heading back into the room, he'd told himself he wouldn't think about that shit anymore—not while they were on break, and when his mom inevitably did call, it was easy to keep his thoughts away from that area with Dumb Hair right there in front of him, loyal as ever, tracing the lines of his free palm. He wasn't going to let some shit he wasn't even sure was real ruin his break; he was going to spend the rest of his time with Kirishima with Kirishima.

And that was exactly what he did up until the last day before they were required to head back to campus.

"So whattaya wanna do on our last day?" Kirishima had asked him while they were cleaning up their breakfast.

"Dunno. Figured you'd wanna work on your board."

"Nah. We've been out there a lot so I kinda wanna do somethin' else today."

"Like?"

Kirishima hummed quietly as he hip-bumped the dishwasher closed. "Ya know, we haven't even used the pool for the whole time we've been here," he said thoughtfully. "Wanna swim?"

"Well since some idiot neglected to mention he has a pool in his goddamn backyard, I didn't bring trunks," Bakugou muttered.

"Hey, you never asked! But do you really think the 'idiot with a pool in his backyard' only owns one pair of swim trunks?"

Bakugou clicked his tongue in annoyance at Kirishima's joking demeanor. "Isn't it too fucking cold to swim, anyway?"

"It's actually pretty warm today. 'Sides, the pool is heated so it doesn't matter. But if you don't wanna go, we can do something else..." Dumb Hair mumbled the last part, trailing off.

"Just gimme somethin' to swim in, Shitty Hair."

Naturally, Kirishima had a grin on his face as they jogged up the stairs to his room. Somehow he had nearly an entire drawer full of swim trunks and before Bakugou could even ask, he was already being handed a pair that was solid black with pockets (though why the fuck anyone would need pockets for swimming was a mystery to him).

Bakugou didn't bother going into the bathroom to change; it wasn't like he hadn't changed about a hundred times in front of Kirishima before, or like they hadn't slept in practically nothing but their underwear together not two nights ago. Even still, when he finished tugging on the trunks (that fit surprisingly well, even if they were just a little tight around his waist) and turned around, he found Dumb Hair, already changed, to be quickly looking away, that little crease that gave away when he was flustered pressed between his eyebrows.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"You're an idiot. You're my fucking boyfriend, so you're allowed to look," Bakugou told him.

"Yeah, but you were kinda naked..."

"So fucking what? Don't make it weird."

"Okay, okay!" Kirishima scrambled to say with a nervous chuckle. "Anyway, ready?"

Bakugou gave a small nod and was the one to lead the way down to the dining room but stopped in his tracks before pulling the patio doors open when Kirishima said, "Shit, hang on. I forgot towels. And sunscreen."

Bakugou was only half aware of the small grin he had as he watched the other hurry back up the stairs, and it hadn't faded by the time he came back with two towels slung over his arm and a bottle of sunscreen in his hand, as well as his phone and a bluetooth speaker in the other. Once they were outside he set it up to play music before saying, "Want me to put sunscreen on your back?"

Bakugou wordlessly turned his back toward the other and let him do his thing. As always, his hands were warm and gentle, and it was so damn easy to relax under his touch and feel a pang of disappointment when he was finished. He tried to reciprocate the feeling when he returned the favor to the other, but no way in hell would he admit he was trying to be so damn gentle.

He was just setting the bottle of sunscreen down near Kirishima's phone when his hand was suddenly grabbed and he was being pulled across the grass against his will. "C'mon, Baku!" Kirishima shouted like the damn idiot he is. And damn, the little fucker was strong! Bakugou barely had time to think of tugging back or prepare himself for what he damn well knew was coming before it happened, and he ended up with chlorinated water up his nose and burning his sinuses anyway.

"F-fuck," he sputtered as he broke the surface of the water, gasping for air. "What the fuck was that for, Shitty Hair?!" he shouted, whirling around on the other who was, typically, laughing and pushing his hair out of his face.

"Surprise!" laughed the idiot.

"Asshole!" Bakugou shouted, instinctively cupping his hand and scraping it across the surface of the pool in Kirishima's direction, and sending a splash wave his way. Kirishima was already retreating and put his hands up to block the water, his idiotic (but goddamn adorable) laughter never ceasing and echoing off of the brick of the house. "Get back here, you little shit!"

It was an instant game of chase. Several times (once his nose stopped burning), Bakugou dove under the water to try and grab at Kirishima's waist or feet, but his boyfriend was a damn good swimmer and managed to evade him every single time. Their shouts and laughter continually bounced off of the house and the privacy fences around the yard, and somewhere in the back of his mind Bakugou was pretty damn sure if the next house was any closer, people would be screaming at them to shut the fuck up.

Their water war ended when Bakugou finally did manage to dunk the shithead, but he'd come back up coughing and sputtering, gasping for air and red in the face.

"Shit," Bakugou hissed, taking him by the shoulder and coaxing him back toward the shallow end. "Are you alright?"

"I inhaled some water..." Kirishima managed between his coughs. Somehow the idiot was still smiling even though he looked fucking ridiculous doing it, what with the coughing and hacking. In the midst of it he'd jumped up onto the edge of the pool to ride it out.

"My bad," Bakugou mumbled when his coughing had died down.

"No worries, man," Kirishima told him. "I'm the one who had his mouth open."

"And I'm the one who fuckin' dunked you."

"S'okay, don't feel bad." Kirishima pulled him gently forward by both shoulders until his waist was situated between his knees. "It happens when you're screwing around in the water like that." With that he leaned down and placed a warm, wet kiss right on Bakugou's lips.

"Hmph, that mean I won?" Bakugou asked with a cocky grin, his hands easily finding their way onto the others hips.

"Yep, you won," Kirishima said proudly. "Don't think 'm not gonna get my revenge, though."

"Good fucking luck, Dumb Hair."

Kirishima laughed as he let Bakugou kiss him again, and Bakugou reveled in the feeling of swallowing up the gorgeous fucking sound with his lips.

In the moment of silence between them, save for the music still playing over on the patio table, Bakugou moved around and hopped up onto the edge of the pool beside the other just as the sun was slowly beginning to be obscured by a cloud, leaving the air slightly cooler. It was a relatively warm day as Kirishima had said, thank fuck, and to his fortune the pool was heated so he wasn't pulled against his will into some freezing ass water.

"Hey, so I've been thinkin'," Kirishima said. "I know ya probably prefer the nicknames, but you can call me by my first name if you want."

Bakugou's stomach instantly fuckin' flopped; he'd never understand how Kirishima could say shit like that so damn casually. "Your first name is a lot to fuckin' say," he told him.

"What?! But it's shorter than my last name!"

"Yeah, so why d'you think I have the nicknames?"

Kirishima sat back thoughtfully. "...fair enough," he murmured.

Bakugou sat back as well, propping himself up on his hands and gazing lazily up at the sky. "What if I just call you Ei?" he asked.

Kirishima's head swiveled in his direction. "A?" he mumbled. "But my name doesn't even start with an A..."

"No, moron," Bakugou huffed. "Ei. E-I. Short for Eijirou."

"Oh!" Bakugou cut his eyes over to his boyfriend just in time to see the left side of his mouth turn upwards into a lopsided smile that made his heart skip. "Sure. I like that."

"Ei it is, then."

"Hey, can I be honest?" Kirishima asked after another beat of quiet.

"Obviously."

"Up until the other day I was kinda, uh... afraid you didn't remember my first name," he admitted, eyes on the water as he kicked his feet back and forth in it.

Bakugou sat up straight. "Seriously?" he deadpanned.

"What?! You hardly call anybody by even their last names! And you've told me you don't remember some of 'em very well to begin with. Can you blame me?"

"But I'm fucking dating you, Shit for Hair! Why wouldn't I remember your name?!"

"I dunno. I'm glad you do, though."

"So what, d'you not remember mine?"

That got Dumb Hair to look at him. "'Course I do, man. It's Katsuki."

Bakugou had... never really been that fond of his name, if he was being honest. It was too like his mother's, and it wasn't that he didn't fucking love his mom—he did, but he already didn't like that people were already mistaking her for his fucking twin without knowing how closely their names matched. But hearing it in the tones of Kirishima's voice, an even tenor and almost always happy—especially saying Bakugou's name—he fell instantly in love with it.

"You don't mind if I call you that, do you? Katsuki?"

"Hell no, I don't mind," Bakugou told him. "If you don't I'll probably dunk your ass again."

Bakugou expected Kirishima's responding laugh, but that didn't make him any less happy to hear it.

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It'd been so damn long since Bakugou actually swam that he'd forgotten how fucking exhausting it was. They spent the majority of the day in the backyard, lying in the sun or sitting on the patio if they weren't swimming. By the time evening rolled around and they'd decided to head in for the night, he was starving; the small meal they had sometime during the afternoon hadn't done shit for him.

Kirishima let him take a shower first like the damn gentleman he was. They decided on Chinese food for dinner, neither of them having nearly enough energy to cook anything or go anywhere, and settled in on the basement couch to eat and watch something on Netflix.

When they finished, Bakugou leaned over towards the other with a tired groan, getting ready to slide his arms around his torso and use him as a pillow. Just as his hands made contact with Kirishima's ribs, though, an actual, high pitched fucking yelp came from Kirishima's throat and caused his head to snap up with a confused frown.

"What the fuck?"

"N-nothin'," Kirishima mumbled, taking his hands and sliding them toward his waist.

"Wait..." Bakugou said. Sitting up, he pushed his hands back up and once again Kirishima stiffened and sucked in a breath. "Holy shit. Your ribs are fucking ticklish, aren't they?"

"What? No," Kirishima said quickly—too quickly.

"Yes they fucking are," Bakugou said, already grinning slyly. Before Kirishima could deny it again or try and move his hands away, he ran his fingers down his sides. Instantly Kirishima squirmed and tried to push him away, an involuntary laugh escaping his throat.

"Dude, don't!" he practically snorted.

"Fuck that," Bakugou said. This was fucking gold, and he was already leaning over to attack with his fingers. Through his laughter and awkward squeaks (a lot higher pitched than Bakugou thought a guy's voice could go), Kirishima sputtered out curses and pleas for him to stop. But Bakugou had him, and as much as Dumb Hair squirmed there was almost no chance of him getting away.

Or so he thought.

Kirishima somehow found an escape route by ducking underneath Bakugou's arm and sliding his way onto the floor, but he wasn't quick enough. Bakugou seized his ankle and attempted to tug him back, but the other was just strong enough to force him onto the floor with him. Kirishima kicked at him, both of them laughing like the fucking idiots they were. Despite Kirishima's sudden advantage as he sat back up and caught one of Bakugou's hands when it extended towards his ribs again and started to push, bringing them into more of a wrestling match now, Bakugou wasn't about to give up his fight. As strong as he'd been learning Kirishima could be, he was the one with more muscle, and he had an iron will because he fucking hated losing.

Unfortunately, it turned out his damn limbs were more tired out from swimming than he thought and somehow Dumb Hair harbored more stamina because eventually his own arms caved and he found himself being pinned down on the floor by Kirishima's hands on his wrists, his knees straddling his waist. And, of course, the little fucker was grinning with his triumph, looking stupidly adorable with his disheveled hair.

"Told ya I'd get you back for dunking me," he said proudly.

"Shut the fuck up, Dumb Hair," growled Bakugou. "Just fucking kiss me already."

That Kirishima did, and happily, because he was smiling into the kiss until he let Bakugou up and they flopped back onto the couch together. Kirishima was the one to stretch out on the recliner this time, and Bakugou kicked back perpendicular to him, using his stomach as a pillow. Easily he relaxed when Kirishima's warm fingers tangled into his hair.

"Hey, so you had fun this week, right?" Dumb Hair asked.

"Fuck yeah, I did," he said with his eyes closed, still stinging slightly from all the chlorine. "'M actually pissed we have to go back tomorrow."

"I'm disappointed, too. And I'm kinda sad we didn't meet sooner 'cause then we could've done this every spring break."

"Hmm... you're planning on doing that college bullshit, right?"

"Yup."

"Then there'll be more spring breaks. Plus 's not like we aren't gonna have a fuckton of alone time in the future."

"Mmm... true," Kirishima agreed. "Still. But hey, thank you for coming to spend this week with me."

"You're an idiot if you thought I wouldn't agree to come the second you offered."

Kirishima's laugh rumbled beneath his head. "I know. But still. 'S the best week I've had all year... or probably all high school. And 's 'cause of you."

"Don't to getting all sappy on me, Hair for Brains," Bakugou grumbled. "'S gross."

"Yeah, yeah, sorry..."

"Whatever. Just go to sleep before you start saying more weird shit."

"Mmhmm. G'night, Bakubabe."

Though he rolled his eyes, Bakugou did have a small smile on his face. "Night, Ei."

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...now, onto more serious business...

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EDIT: i think i may have gotten it (temporarily) fixed. omgomg.