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Bakugou couldn’t quite remember when him and Kirishima started walking to UA together. It just happened one day, spontaneously. Suddenly his quiet trips to-and-from class were accompanied by a boy who didn’t seem to grasp the basic concept of a hairstyle. It was weird, albeit even he could admit that Kirishima’s talkative nature was nice... when it was bearable. Sometimes that man could be too much.
Excitable, perhaps, was a better word. He could be very very excitable about the oddest things, like “manliness” and... pumpkins.
Pumpkins.
There's a story there.
One morning when they were making their way to UA, just off the metro, they passed a pumpkin patch. They had no clue where the pumpkin patch had come from or how it got there – as far as they were concerned it had poofed into existence in the middle of the night (and considering where they were that wouldn’t be too surprising) - but it was a sight for sore eyes nonetheless.
Now while Bakugou was willing to simply continue on, ignoring the pumpkins in their entirety, Kirishima was not.
It took Bakugou a solid thirty seconds to realize that Kirishima wasn’t walking with him anymore, and another ten to realize that his friend had bolted into the pumpkin patch, almost immediately fawning over all the pumpkins. Some were tall, some were small, some were skinny and some were fat, but it didn’t matter to Kirishima, he loved them all.
To call it peculiar would have been an understatement.
Bakugou had the chance to keep walking. He could have went on, leaving Kirishima to his own stupidity. How many times had he told that idiot not to wander off like a moron anyway? They didn't have the time to waste!
But... Bakugou still turned on his heel and followed after.
“Check this out,” Kirishima said as Bakugou neared. He picked up a pumpkin and held it in front of his face so all Bakugou could see was the pumpkin and a flash of red hair. “Rah, rahhh! I’m a pumpkin monster!!”
Bakugou clicked his tongue, biting back a smile. “You’re an idiot.”
Kirishima moved the pumpkin so he could see Bakugou. With a grin he asked, “But I’m a cool idiot right?”
“Nope, just an idiot. Now put the fucking fruit down and let’s go.”
“Aww come on man, grab a pumpkin, have some fun!”
“What am I going to do with a pumpkin?”
“Make a jack-o-lantern bro! We could carve out the eyes and make a mouth–” Kirishima traces an outline with his finger, already starting to imagine the final product “–then stick a candle in and bam, flaming pumpkin.”
“And what am I supposed to do with a flaming pumpkin?”
“Put it in your house! Or give it to a kid, you know kids love pumpkins.”
“No, you love pumpkins.”
“You’re not wrong, all I’m saying is that maybe you–”
“Alright alright fine I’ll grab a damn pumpkin, just shut up.”
Bakugou ignored Kirishima’s smile as he looked about the field, grabbing the nearest pumpkin without much care. He found it to be a bit lopsided and a tad too small, but he’s not here to gauge the worthiness of a pumpkin. He just wants Kirishima to stop ranting and raving about jack-o-lanterns for two seconds. “There, ya happy?”
“Happy as can be,” Kirishima said with a grin as he slung an arm around Bakugou’s shoulders. “We’ll have to carve these bad boys up later and put them out somewhere.”
Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Come on idiot, we’re going to be late.”