𝐷𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑐𝘩 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛
𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑒 7 𝑡𝘩 @ 2:24 𝑝𝑚
4 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑎𝘩

The sun no longer set low on Miami South Beach as it was a new day.

You and Kirishima were placing a big picnic blanket down on the sandy beach while Bakugo grabbed the food and snacks out of Kiri's SUV.

Straightening out the blanket, your pink Burberry slides flopped in the sand, leaving a trail of footsteps as you had grabbed your black speaker out of your red beach bag, connecting it to the Bluetooth.

Looking across the blanket, you see the red head who was sitting with his feet kicked up— watching a group of girl's yell "we outside," while recording themselves doing absolutely nothing.

"Whatchu tryna hear, Kiri?" You asked, sitting next to him, placing the speaker in between the both of you.

He shrugged his shoulders, taking the ends of his white tee and pulling it up over his head. He folded his shirt up before throwing it towards your bag, "Whatever you play," he finally responded, not that you were complaining because you were too busy staring at his now bare chest.

Letting your eyes travel his toned body, you analyzed his board shoulders down to his well-built abs that seemed to be pulling you in more the longer you looked at them.

Lucky for you Kiri didn't notice your staring as he was watching his friend walk up to the both of you with a gruff look on his face. Putting down the large bag filled with food on the blanket, he let out a big huff with his face scrunched up.

Startled, you turned your head towards the sound of the food plopping on the blanket before looking up at Bakugo. "Y/n, what is all of this shit," he pointed at the junk food in front of him.

You had looked at Kiri only to see him laughing at Bakugo's little attitude before glancing back at the ash blonde—shrugging your shoulders, "...Food?"

Kiri tried to hold in his laugh as he caught Bakugo rolling his eyes at you, "Kirishima get your little girlfriend," the blonde spoke before getting a beach towel chucked at his face by a now annoyed Kirishima.

Snapping your fingers in the air, "Aye, aye y'all act right now," you pointed at both of them, making them give each other a stank eye then looking off in different directions.

You do the same as the bouncing of pink curls caught your attention through your peripheral view, causing you to turn your head towards a giddy Mina with her hair in a high-top knot bun, laughing at someone you'd never seen before.

Her curly bangs fell in her face—slightly covering her eyes— as she looked up at the ginger haired boy who she was holding hands with.

Wondering who the mysterious boy was, you turn towards the boys to ask. "Who's that with Mina?"

Clearly just as surprised as you are, they both whip their heads to direction Mina was in with confused looks on their face.

Bakugo's thin brows bunched together, "Who the fuck?" He exclaimed while Kiri shook his head from left to right, waving his hand in front of his face, "Nah cause white boy must not know". He rose from his spot on the blanket rushing up to the boy with Bakugo already in front of him, throwing the couple off guard as they got closer.

Rolling up on the boy, Bakugo and Kiri were already starting to interrogate the poor soul.

"Who-" Bakugo paused, looking him up and down, "Is you?" He asked, getting close to the gingers face. "And how you know Mina? Kiri added, stepping up on the other side of the boy.

At this point, they both had their chest pressed up against the boy who stood as straight as a statue. The ginger began to speak up a little, intimidated by Kiri and Baku's appearance, "I'm Milo and I met Mina at the club."

"THE CLUB???" They both yelled—necks bent, looking over at Mina, letting her know she was in deep shit before glancing back at Milo, "and how old is you?" They asked, waiting for him to say some outlandish number so they could rock his entire world.

"I'm....18," he answered with caution, scared from Bakugo's heavy breathing hitting the side of his face and Kirishima's intense stare, "If you only 18, how you get in a club?" Kiri asked, furthering their investigation of whoever the hell this was.

Before the boy even got the chance to respond Bakugo butted in, "You one of them scammers or sum?" Squinting his eyes at him as Kiri got in his face, "Let us find out you out here involving Mina in some scamming shit" he said with all seriousness in a low threatening tone.

Thinking the torture went on long enough, Mina cut in between the two boys, pushing them by the chest away from her date. "Can y'all stop embarrassing me please?" she huffed out, looking across the beach, noticing some eyes glued on her overprotective cousin and best friend.

Luckily for her not as many eyes were on them because they were too distracted looking at something else or should she say someone else.

She followed their line of sight, landing on you—free of your cover up— with a light pink and blue ruched mini skirt meshed in a milky way pattern with lavender bikini bottoms hidden underneath.

You were talking with a with a tall boy as you bent down to grab something out of your bag.

He had dark purple hair with a sharp fresh looking under cut that proved like he had just gotten it done.

His lip piercing and dead eyes fit his whole persona perfectly— as if insomnia and silver metal were made just for him— it engulfed his each and every facial feature in the best possible way.

𝑦/𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑓𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑜~

𝑦/𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑣 ~

As the mauve haired boy approached you, he made subtle conversation, asking you how you day was and if needed anyone to keep you company.

Responding with a casual toss of your hair and a explanation that you had come with a group of friends, you went back into your beach bag, digging deeper.

The feeling of heavy footsteps approaching overtook your mind as they shifted in the sand, causing a tall shadow to form next to you, displaying the buff outline of whoever it was beside you.

Curiosity getting the best of you— you look up to see Kirishima standing beside you, dapping up the same purple eyed boy you had been talking to.

"Wass up Shinso!" They slide their hands together, cuffing it as they bumped each other's chest. " Man, I ain't seen you since graduation, what you been up to?" Kiri asked, watching Shinso's eyes flicker to you before returning to him.

"Nothing much, you?"

Putting his hands in the pockets of his red swim trunks with white little strings stemming from his waist band, he shrugs his shoulders. "Nothing much. Just been chillin' with friends and working honestly."

Shinso let out a 'hm' while he peeked over to get a look at you, "Make any new friends?" He questioned, making Kiri look back with a confused face until his eyes landed on you rubbing the sunscreen you were looking for on your body.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he faced his old friend again, "It's not even like that". He raised his hands in defense, causing Shinso to let out a chuckle.

"Oh, so you wouldn't mind if I ask for her number then?" He raised his purple brow as he started walking up to you slowly while keeping eye contact with Kirishima.

His walk was cut short though as Kiri stepped in front of him, blocking him from getting to you. "Yet- It's not even like that yet," Kiri whispered lowly so that you wouldn't hear, finishing the rest of his sentence.

"Same old Kiri I see," Shinso laughs, patting his chest to let him know he was just messing around with him even though he really was looking at you as an option at first.

You and Kiri clearly had something going on and he was a loyal friend, so that meant you were off limits— for him at least.

Kirishima smacks his lips dramatically, releasing a exasperated huff from his nostrils, "Why does everyone keep saying that?"

"Cause you still on that bullshit, that's why," Shinso mocks, watching Kiri roll his soft red eyes.

"That's not true. Imma changed man!" Kiri huffed again, raising his finger to his eyebrow, "Look i even got a new piercing". He tries to reason with Shinso, but only makes him let out a dry chuckle as he shakes his head in disbelief that Kirishima really tried to turn over a new leaf by getting an eyebrow piercing.

Laughing lightly, Kiri cleared his throat, getting back in serious mode. "No, but for real though, Imma good boy now"

"Whatever you say man," Shinso shrugs his shoulders before pulling his vibrating phone out of his shorts, "Look I'll catch you later, yea?" He asked as he extended his arm out, waiting for Kirishima to dap him up.

"Yea, yea of course, we'll link soon". Kiri returned the gesture before Shinso walked off towards the other side of the beach.

Turning back to you, he watched as you had your hands bent behind you, struggling to put sunscreen on your back.

Walking up to you, he bent down, pushing your hands down gently. " I can help you with that princess" he offered, twirling his finger in the air, signaling for you to turn and lay on your stomach.

As you laid with your backside facing him, he squeezed the light lotion in the palm of his hand and began rubbing it on your back. He started with your shoulders and slowly moved down, kneading your smooth brown skin along the way.

"Am not too rough, am I?" He asked softly, wanting to make sure he wasn't hurting you as he had seen the way how your skin would roll up with every stroke.

"Nah, your perfect," You reassured him, letting a small moan slip past your lips after he hit a spot that had been aching for a while now.

Kiri's face beamed a peach color, like the sunset from yesterday as he let your words and little sound get to him.

Getting too distracted, Kirishima didn't notice the huge volleyball hurdling at him until it hit him in the back of the head, causing him to grunt in pain. "Now who the fu-" he questioned but knew immediately who the culprit was when he heard a gruff chuckle.

Rubbing his hair, he glared at a laughing Bakugo, thinking he was lucky that you were here because if not he would've beat his bitch ass— not caring who was watching.

"Quit simpin' and come play with me". Bakugo demanded almost, getting sand on the ball as he rolled it under his crusty foot.

Smacking his gums, Kiri snatched the ball away— causing Bakugo to lose footing. "Man shut up," he barked, raising up from the beach blanket, dusting sand off the volleyball before looking back at you.

"I'll be back, ok?"

"Yea, yea, go ahead," you waved him off, "You don't want any sunscreen though?"

He smacked his lips, "Girl, Imma flawrada baby, i'll be ight." He reassured, sounding like somebody auntie, causing you to let out a light chuckle.

"Ok flawrada baby, enjoy your game."

"Only if your cheer me on" he winked at you, starting to walk towards Bakugo.

"Mm... I'll think about it" you replied smoothly— smile tugging at the corners of your lips, watching him walk beside Bakugo as they started to push each other around roughly.

𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑝~

Now on the shoreline— feet resting in the sand as ocean water washed over it every so often, hitting just below your ankles, you watched Kirishima strike another point against Bakugo.

The game was nearing its end being that it was supposed to be a short one with Kiri at 13 points and Bakugo at 12, whoever got 15 points first won.

The ball was now Bakugo's as he threw it up in the air, serving perfectly over the net right into Kirishima's clasped hands.

You watched him hit the ball up— jaw clenched tightly showing that he was focused as he eyed the ball while you were eyeing him down, staring at the way his body lowered and his feet dig into the ground— waiting for the right time to strike.

You felt the cool water brush against your skin again, aiding to the rush you felt as the intense game continued with the sight of Kiri's back muscles contracting as he jumps up high, winding his hand back and spiking the ball down.

His hand was now beet red and his body dripping in sweat, which didn't go unnoticed by you as your eyes trailed the water droplets running down his bare chest.

Thoughts going a mile a minute, you hadn't even realized that he had scored the point.

Your sinful mind was too busy thinking about how many positions he could put you in— in 70 minutes.

Catching you off guard, the sound of Mina's voice calling for you to come in the water snaps you out of your thoughts.

You took her up on her offer, thinking it was a good idea for you to cool off anyways, you tied your hair up and dipped into the salty ocean, waves crashing into you gently as you talked with Mina.

𝑘𝑖𝑟𝑖 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑐𝘩 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑜~

𝑘𝑖𝑟𝑖 𝑝𝑜𝑣~

Finally winning after hitting ball back in forth nonstop, Kirishima had won the game, causing Bakugo to have a small attitude towards him.

"I only let you win cause your little girlfriend was watching."

"Now what she got to do with this," Kiri asked, laughing as he crossed his arms over his chest with Bakugo approaching him from under the net.

Having a devious smirk spread across his face, Bakugo got closer to Kiri. "So that is your girlfriend then?" He questioned, thinking he had caught onto something he wasn't let in on.

"Nah"

"Then what is she?" He tilted his head to the side— now with a straight face, waiting for Kirishima's response that never came, proving Bakugo's point.

"Look all I'm saying is, if you like her go for it." Nudging Kiri's shoulder who had an uneasy sigh falling through his parted lips, "It's not that easy."

"And why not?"

Looking over his shoulder, Kiri saw you approaching, "Let's just talk about this another time, ok?"

Bakugo nodded his head as you popped up beside Kirishima, "What y'all over here whispering about?"

"Nothing just Bakugo being salty cause he lost." He lied, wrapping his arm around you. pulling you closer as if it were second nature to him.

You eyed his arm resting on you, wanting to say something about it even though you did secretly like it. But, there was no way you were going to let him win that bet you guys had made— especially when the games had just begun. "Oh yeah, good job by the way"

"I would've done better if someone was cheering me on" tugging you slightly, he peered over at you from the corner of his eyes, wondering if you had caught on to who he was referring to.

Knowing he was talking about you— you looked over at him, seeing his bottom lip poked out. "Look, you seemed focused, and I didn't wanna throw you off," you defended yourself, feeling a breeze blow against your legs— making goosebumps pop up on your skin as you shivered.

You had had walked off a bit, thinking it was a good idea to just grab your towel and chill on blanket, but Kirishima thought differently as he pulled you back by the hips. "And where are you going?"

"To get my towel, I'll be right back."

"But, why?"

Doing a quick camera stare at the readers, you looked back at him.

"Uhh, so I can dry off..." You replied sarcastically— brows bumped together as you hoped he was just having a slow moment.

Frowning, Kirishima got close to your ear as he whispered from behind, "But you look so pretty all wet," he praised, sliding his hands up from your waist to your shoulder, rubbing them before letting go.

He placed his hand in his pocket, sticking his other one out in the air as if he was presenting something. "But if you wanna go dry off that's fine, Princess."

(A/n: Sinners!!! All of you drink up🍶)

You had opened your mouth to speak, but the nothing came out— just broken words surrounded by thick tension you could cut with a knife if you had one.

He had gotten to you and completely threw you off guard— this much he knew as he sly smirk graced his face.

"So, no towel?"

"I'll air dry," you managed to mumble out with him attaching is arm back to you, pulling out a buzzing phone that was in his pocket.

"Three new messages from Bald Head Bitch," he read out, pressing the home button to try and guess your password, but noticed you didn't have one.

Swiping through your phone, he clicked on the photo app. "You should really put a password on your phone, Y/n" he laughed as he seen pictures of you and a group of friends doing dumb shit.

"Gimme my stuff nosey!" You reached out, trying to grab your phone which failed miserably as he held his hand up higher—out of your reach.

Seeing a new message pop up, he clicked on it, causing it to open the message app as he began to type away.

You had given up at this point, crossing your arms together as you watched him have a full-blown conversation with your twin.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐌𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 💬

Bald head bitch👩🏾‍🦲👯‍♀️🤨👊🏾
Which color?

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 - 𝟒:𝟑𝟏𝐩𝐦

Dry coochie whore🐠👯‍♀️🐒🦄
The first one- Kiri

Bald head bitch👩🏾‍🦲👯‍♀️🤨👊🏾
Um wtf is a Kiri?

Dry coochie whore🐠👯‍♀️🐒🦄
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Bald head bitch👩🏾‍🦲👯‍♀️🤨👊🏾

Dry coochie whore🐠👯‍♀️🐒🦄
😂😂😂

Bald head bitch👩🏾‍🦲👯‍♀️🤨👊🏾
Bitch Ikyfl

Ouuu, I'm telling mom expeditiously!!

Ain't you supposed to be selling silly bands or sum?

Smh WWJD

Dry coochie whore🐠👯‍♀️🐒🦄
Girl shut up

Bald head bitch👩🏾‍🦲👯‍♀️🤨👊🏾
Now this gotta be y/n cause I know Kiri fine self wouldn't talk like that😌
𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 - 𝟒:𝟑𝟒

𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟~

Sorry for the late update, I had to walk my fish and mop the windows🙃 nah I'm jp I was actually held at gunpoint for this chapter by a ghetto thug and here's proof

I would just like to say I no longer feel safe in my home. She is armed and deadly, walking around in the blackest pair of Air Force ones money could buy. Please send help❤️