Vegas Lights!
[3000+] words
pairing// kiribaku x black fem! reader (ft. platonic bakusquad!)
content// swearing, friends to lovers, confession, (slight) momentary angst, fluff, first kiss
[things get a little complicated when mina decides to rope you into her game of cupid]
[a/n] kiribaku brainrot.
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"[Y/N]!"
the excited voices of sero and kaminari filled your ears as you finally—after two hours of mina's begging—hopped on the 'bakusquad bitch club' discord call
"hey guys. . ." your sleep-ridden eyes lazily glanced around at the pixelated images of your friends.
mina's image held an annoyed expression, brows furrowed, "took you long enough!" she yells, the picture lagging behind the sound some
still tired, you reply,"i will leave right now, don't play"
the look on her face changed, as she appeared to back off a bit. "i don't know why you're so mad at her, bakugou's late too" sero yawns, stretching himself over his chair
jiro snorts, "he's probably asleep"
"right!" kaminari adds, "him and that early ass bed time"
"why'd you call us here anyway? we have school in the morning" even through the screen, sero's yawn reached you—infecting you as you spoke
"because!" the alien girl's eyes drift away from the camera for a moment, a wide smile on her face
waking up a tad, you cross your arms, "i'm not liking that look"
"me either" jiro toys with her choker, looking at—presumably, you
suddenly feeling rejuvenated, you look around again to find kirishima blankly staring at his monitor.
somehow you completely missed the redhead whilst doing your headcount
"you okay, red?" you ask, a teasing tone in your voice, "huh? yeah—yeah, sorry!"
he laughs, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. the entire call went painfully silent after this, glancing around at anywhere but their cameras
clearing his throat, sero gets out his phone and begins typing away,
"bro we're right here, who are you texting?" kaminari complains
"candace"
"oh? who's candace?" the blonde raises a brow
you sigh, knowing what's about to come next; you or your friends not making any attempt to stop it
"can these nuts fit in your mouth?!" now cackling, sero launches himself off his gaming chair and onto his bed, leaving it spinning in his absence
gnawing at his bottom lip, kaminari avoids virtual eye contact, "good one, dude"
"bro holding back tears right now" you join sero in his fit of laughter
"oh look, bakugou's here!" kaminari exclaims, getting the attention of everyone on the call
sure enough, there's the crimson-eyed boy—pale skin and all—being weirdly lax
"you're being uncharacteristically cool right now, kaachan" you point out, simply wanting an excuse to tease him a little
"i'm always cool, you loser!"
"sure, katsudon. . ."
he only huffs, even at the use of that nickname; it was certainly a development you were not expecting
"alright, spill" you glance down at the image of mina, still smiling widely
"i had a great idea!"
you begin shaking your head, already prepared to decline whatever she was proposing
"it's been a rough week, so i was thinking we should get out of the dorm—"
"no"
[. . .]
odd.
you remember saying 'no', yet here you are getting ready to sneak out of the dorms
admittedly, you were kind of impressed at how persuasive mina can be—hell, even bakugou resigned to his fate
well, maybe you shouldn't complain too much; you always end up having fun on these excursions
you just wish she was better about planning them in advance
that's all i ask, lord
speak of the devil, you thought as a light knock fluttered against your door
"[n/n]"the voice on the other side wasn't mina, surprisingly; it's kirishima
"yeah?"
"can we talk for a sec?"
he had this hint of urgency in his tone that you couldn't help but get concerned about
is he angry with you? is it something i said?
come to think of it, you two haven't spoken much today
cautiously, you make your way over to the door, taking a moment before opening it.
shrinking behind the shield, you looked up at the redhead—he had this unreadable expression on his face.
"actually, can we talk inside?" he asked, avoiding eye contact
you blinked, "sure," before allowing him inside your room.
he sits on the bed; he's performed this action hundreds of times before but this time. . .
the vibes are just off.
you hesitantly join him, looking down at your knees as you fidgeted with your hands
he takes a shaky breath, before looking down at you "[y/n]. . ."
brace yourself,
"do i make you uncomfortable?"
"what? no—kiri, where'd you get that from?"
you were incredulous; where did you ever give him that indication—never, from your knowledge.
"i don't know, it's just. . .i was talking to mina and she said i'm too touchy with you"
it's true, kiri was the touchiest of your friends despite being a guy
he had no shame in asking to hold yours or bakugou’s hands—cuddling when it was cold was on the table, too
with a hum, you place your hand on top of his, and he continues "you and bakugou are the most important people in my life. . .i don't know what i'd do if i was hurting you or making feel uncomfortable"
kirishima really is the most genuine guy you know; how'd he—or bakugou decide they wanted to be friends with me?
"well you don't" intertwining your fingers with his; you stay like this for a moment before his shoulders begin to shake with laughter
wanting to humor him, you smirk, "what's so funny?"
"just thinking about something bakugou said earlier—it's an inside joke"
you can't help but feel childishly upset by that
suddenly, kirishima turns to look at you again, a clear and determined look in his eyes
"i think i really—. . ." he cuts himself off, faltering under your gaze
"what. . .what is it. . .?"
"i. . .really want to keep being friends—even after we graduate"
your tense shoulders relaxed ever so slightly, and you smiled.
"well," he pats your thigh, "mina's waiting on us" he stands to leave and you follow in silence
as you stared at his back, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more he wanted to say
he's your best friend, he'll come to you eventually
here's hoping, anyway
[. . .]
even though the vibes prior were wack, the drive to wherever mina was taking you was pretty much the same as usual
sero and kaminari telling a stupid story and everyone brawling over who gets the aux cord
still, you couldn't help but notice that bakugou was a little different today.
"alright, [n/n]!" mina yells as soon as her chosen song ended, "your turn"
you smirk as you're handed the magical music cord, knowing exactly what to play
'vegas lights'
a song that you forced kirishima and bakugou to listen on repeat whenever you got the chance
during study sessions, at lunch, at the dorms—literally no place was safe
kirshima liked it from the start but bakugou—as always, pretended to hate it
you would catch him mumbling the lyrics though
and so, it became
your song; all three of you
as soon as the drums kicked in, bakugou perked up; he knew exactly what you were doing, shooting a look at you
you turned to him and kirishima, hoping you could all sing together but instead, they were turned towards each other, signing amongst themselves but not with you.
swallowing the lump in your throat, you soon gave into dancing in your seat with mina, whose off-key singing was quick to cheer you up
after the song ended though, it's like you fell back down to earth; it pained you to look over at your best friends
just. . .the way they look at each other
you're once again not given any time to marinate in your feelings as a robotic voice breaks you away from your thoughts
"you have reached your destination"
curious, all of you look out the window to see where the girl had taken you this time
the place—presumably a restaurant was emitting fluorescent lights of all colors, bathing you and your friends in purples and blues
"wendy's rockin' eats. . .?" you read the sign, looking at mina as you finished
"yeah! it's a 60's style diner! it's open all night and there's rooftop seats!"
"sweet" jiro opened the door, and all of you followed her out
the smell of fryer grease welcomed you as you entered.
"welcome! feel free to seat yourself!"
"can we sit on the roof?" mina asks
"sure!" the hostess beams
"alright!" mina squeals, grabbing a few menus and rushing toward the stairs
"this place is pretty cool, huh?" kirishima turns to you, to which you nod, "yeah. . ."
you all quietly say yourselves down at one of the tables, almost entirely silent
that is until people started to look at the menu, "people used to eat like shit in the 60's, damn. . ." sero exhales, eyes widening with every word
mina nods, "right, like: a donut sandwich—though i won't lie, that sounds good" she admits, leaning in as she reads
"i think i'll just get a milkshake" you close the menu,
"ooh! can i share with you?!"
the boy looks at you, starry-eyed; you can't say no to that face, "alright, red"
you look up at bakugou, genuinely beginning to worry about how out of it he's being, "you alright, kaachan?"
"what the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" he gives you what appears to be a typical 'bakugou reaction', before going right back to being silent
what on earth is he thinking about?
before you could ask him that, sero who had just been (suspiciously) whispering to mina, turned to you "[y/n], why don't you go order for us"
sucking your teeth, you glare playfully at him,"but blm, right?"
"it's not because—okay fine, i'll go with you"
the ink-haired boy begrudgingly lifts himself out of his seat, gesturing for you to follow him. chuckling, you do just that, bounding down the stairs as sero had just challenged you to a race.
you won, obviously.
the two of you awkwardly approached one of the waitresses and placed your orders.
for some reason—perhaps out of laziness, the two of you decided to stay on the lower floor while waiting for your food
you absentmindedly made your way to over to a booth, sitting down with a blank expression
"you okay?" your eyes widened—you forgot you existed for a moment
"huh? yeah of course, it's just. . ."
you stop yourself, glancing up at the look of anticipation on sero's face
it's just sero, what are you hiding from him?
sighing, you allow yourself to be honest for once, "kirishima and bakugou. . .i think. . ."
". . .they have feelings for each other. . . ? and, i'm. . ."
"jealous?"
the boy doesn't let you finish, staring at you with a raised brow; biting your lip, you force out a laugh
"i wouldn't call it that"
"do you prefer envious, then?"
"very funny, but it's not like that—really!" you realize you got a little too defensive, toning it down a bit, "i just. . .i guess i'm just worried that if the two of them were in a romantic relationship. . ."
". . .we wouldn't be friends anymore"
so much for honest.
perhaps you should cut yourself some slack? the friendship you had with the two was far more important to you than any wishful thinking you've been doing for the past two years
but, you couldn't help but feel queasy at the thought of those two dating each other—they'd be perfect, and that's the problem
sero snorts, "see, i understand where you're coming from but it’s not like they're just gonna drop you" the boy leaned in as he spoke, "kirishima never stops talking about you, and you're the only one blasty's actually nice to"
you couldn't help but smile at his words, but eventually that smile faded; you glanced away, lips pressed together
chuckling, the boy continues, "or maybe you're worried you won't be able to be friends with them and not the other way around, huh?"
". . .i stand by my previous statement: you're jealous"
"i am not!" you brought your open palm down on the table
at that very moment, the disrupting ding of a bell cut the conversation short, "order up"
good, you don’t have to defend yourself anymore
"end of story." you huff, not waiting for a response before getting up.
the walk back to your table was dead silent; that is, until you got around halfway up the stairs and noticed that sero was eyeing you
"why are you looking at me like that? i said we're done talking about it!"
"because you're so bad at this"
he had this suspicious smirk on his face, and no matter how much you tried to avoid his gaze, his eyes were eating away at you
and you broke.
"alright! i have feelings for both of them. . .it's. . .always been like this. . ." you admit, scratching the back of your neck
sero hums, eyes lingering on you as he turned to leave; you really didn't like that look on his face
the two of you made it to the roof, but you couldn't help but notice that two people were missing from the seating arrangement
"where'd they run off to?" you ask, not even bothering to hide the whiny tone in your voice
"oh yeah, they had to talk about something important" kaminari says, absentmindedly reaching for his burger
you sighed, ripping the paper casing off your straw and sticking it into the glass
not even the sickeningly sweet shake could lift your mood, if anything it made it insultingly worse
you stopped drinking, leaning back in your chair.
"are you okay, [n/n]?" you look up to find all your friends staring at you worriedly
"it's nothing" you shake your head, and they seem to back off
that is until sero opens his mouth.
"[n/n] has the hots for kirishima and bakugou"
"you son of a bitch!" you shot out of your seat, threatening to jump across the table and attack him
"oh my gosh! we should go tell them!" mina also gets out of her seat, before herding you off in the direction you assume the two went
"no! mina! let me go—"
mina stopped abruptly, and you turned to look ahead
kirishima and bakugou were standing there,
holding hands—yes, they do it all the time but it's different now
it hurts this time.
"[y/n], we have something we want to tell you"
eijirou's eyes bore into you, confident and clear; he's made up his mind
"i knew it!" mina screams, pointing an almost accusatory finger at the pair; jiro got up, only to cover the girl's mouth
you gnawed at your bottom lip, "yeah, me too. . ."
just as you feared; you were going to lose your best friends
you could feel the tears welling up, stinging your eyes; your throat burned.
"we should probably leave you three alone"
"yeah" jiro and sero agree
kaminari, on the other hand. . . "what? but i wanna see this. . . !"
he whines while mina lets out a muffled protest; all of that is in vain, however as they're both dragged out of sight and earshot.
you turn back to the two "that's what you were trying to tell me earlier, huh? that you think you really like bakugou?"
"wait —listen, [y/n]—!"
"i mean—come on kirishima—even when you were alone with me he was still on your mind"
"[y/n], it's not like that it's just—"
"you don't have to defend yourself kirishima; you feel the way you feel, and. . ."
"i'm not upset with you i just. . ."
". . .the truth is. . ."
for a split second you consider just saying it; just telling them the truth, but you don’t—you push your feelings away once again
"i'm being selfish, that's all"
"selfish?" the redhead inquired
"you're both my best friends! and i was worried that if you guys were in a relationship. . ."
why can’t you just be honest?
"you'd forget about me. . ."
you finally dared to make eye contact; they were standing there, seemingly shocked into silence.
sighing, you wiped your eyes with your sleeve, "just. . ." you turn on your heel, "forget i said anything. . . !"
you start to leave, but a very pissed bakugou calls out to you, "if you would stop whining for a fucking second, [l/n]. . . !"
he’s seriously insulting you right now?
he grips your arm, "you'd let us finish!" he forces you to stop walking
kirishima sighs, "this is my fault, i should have just told you earlier like i'd planned"
like telling me earlier would make a difference
"i. . .have feelings for you"
your heart stopped beating for a moment, and your throat dried up
"w-what. . .?"
"me too, or whatever" bakugou admits
"and we also have feelings for each other" kirishima continues
you were bewildered, staring at the two with wide eyes; a worried kirishima backs away from you
"is that weird? you're creeped out, aren't you?"
"no. . .no i feel the same way, i just—"
. . .feel really stupid now if i'm being honest
"you do?!" eijirou's eyes lit up,
"you don’t know how happy that makes me!" suddenly, you're enveloped in his warmth; he's hugging you
effortlessly, kirishima lifts you up, and swiftly,
he kissed you
heat spread from your lips like wildfire, making your vision hazy
"oh—shit, i'm so sorry!"
"it's okay,"
you plant another kiss on his lips, exchanging loving words as you pull away, "i liked it"
if there's one thing katsuki bakugou hates, it's being left out
"hey!" he barked
he shifts his attention to you, "c'mere. . ."
his voice was low and alluring, and before you knew it you were in his arms, sharing a passionate kiss
katsuki's kiss was longer and certainly less sweet than eijirou's
he pulled away with a smirk, before turning to eijirou "you too, shitty hair. . ."
"oh! yeah, sure!"
watching your best friends lock lips felt wrong, almost like you should turn away but fuck was it attractive
as the two broke away, you stammer out, "so. . .does this make us. . . ?"
"goddamn!" before you could finish your question, kaminari's voice was all you could hear
"wait but i thought the plan was for kirishima to ask [y/n]. . . ?" he turned to mina, who was coming out of her hiding spot
plan?
suddenly the events of the entire night began to make sense
"so all of them are together?"
"i guess so, yeah. . .?"
jiro and sero too?
they were all eavesdropping the whole time?
"lucky~" kaminari whines
"hot damn, i'm better than i thought!" mina literally and figuratively pats herself on the back
leave it up to mina to play cupid; although, her meddling worked in your favor for once
you seriously owe her one
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