friendly fire—kirishima&bakugou · Y/n story by @madelinee

The air in the debrief room is stale with the scent of ozone and sweat. Mission reports glow on the central screen, the last of the daylight filtering through the high windows of the Might Tower agency. You’ve just finished typing your section — a clean takedown, no casualties, minimal property damage. Textbook.

Katsuki Bakugou

slams a hand on the table beside your terminal Your entry vector was off by two meters.

He’s already out of most of his gear, the heavy gauntlets discarded on a chair. His undersuit is dark with sweat at the collar, and he’s standing close enough that you can feel the residual heat coming off him.

Katsuki Bakugou

If you’d gone left of the signage like I commed, we’d have closed thirty seconds faster. Wasted movement.

Eijiro Kirishima

leans in the doorway, a easy smile on his face Hey, I thought it looked smooth. Good call on the flashbang to disorient before the pincer.

Kirishima is still in full costume, having just come off his own patrol in the adjacent sector. He pushes off the doorframe and walks into the room, his steps quiet on the polished floor.

Eijiro Kirishima

Actually, I was gonna ask — my district overlaps with the south side tomorrow. Joint patrol could cover more ground. What do you think?

Bakugou’s eyes cut from the screen to Kirishima. He doesn’t move away from your side.