old kiribaku story i wrote and decided to share
-Bakugou's POV-
Try outs for training. Weird system but whatever. I wanted to be the best, so I had to go through the best training. I grabbed my gear. They gave us dumb shitty bikes so everyone had a fair shot at winning. I went to where 'my' pit stop would be. I saw a guy with black hair looking at the bike. He was doing some adjustments on it.
"Oi. Who the fuck are you?" I yelled. He jumped up and hit his head on the handlebars. He rubbed his head. He was cute.
"Uh, hi! I'm Kirishima! I'll be doing stuff on your bike." Wow, cool name and nice voice.
"One, it's not my bike. Two do you have any idea what your doing?"
"I was loosening a few things so I could readjust it to your comfort."
"I don't need the shitty extra stuff."
"Just sit on it like you normally would and let me adjust it."
"Fine." I growled at him. I sat on the bike.
"What's your name?"
"Bakugou."
"Heh."
"What?"
"Bakubike." I rolled my eyes. He stood up. "That should be comfortable, based on the position you where in."
"So, what are you here for?" I started messing and moving around on the bike. It was very comfortable. The seat padding wasn't to my liking, but for what we got, I liked it.
"I wanna be apart of a good racers pit crew. I don't wanna be in the main light, but I wanna help someone get to their goal. I've also always loved working on bikes, from the like dirt bike my mom got me to racing bikes, and everything else on the spectrum."
"Huh. Nerd."
"Call me a nerd all you want my idol was a great mechanic, he helped me realize and accept that this is what I wanted to do. What about you?"
"I'm going to be the best. Wait hold on." I saw a familiar tuft of green hair. I got up. "Oi Deku!" It was him.
"Uh, Kacchan! Hi!"
"Why are you here? Last I knew you didn't even understand how to change oil. Or are you going to try racing? Have fun keeping balance."
"He's my mechanic. Now if you will, fuck off." A boy with half white half red hair said. He had a scar on one of his eyes. I crossed my arms.
"You look like you can barely handle a small drift. What makes you think you'll be able to complete against me?"
"Your an asshole, who went out of his way to bully someone else. Your to self absorbed to realize that bike test runs are starting."
"I have three minutes and forty-one seconds. I'm fine, thank you. Have fun eating my dust." I walked away. I needed to prove I was better than everyone else. I was better, and I'm going to prove it. They'll never be able to look down on me. I grabbed my helmet and put it on. I got on the bike and turned it on. I held the clutch and flipped to first position.
"You ready?" Kirishima asks.
"Fucking born ready." I readjusted my grip. I cursed and kicked the kickstand down. It shut the bike off. "Do you know sign language?" I took my helmet off.
"No. Is something wrong?"
"Fuck. We'll have to work around it. I have to take my hearing aids out. Hold onto these and don't let anyone touch or mess with them." I took them out and gave them to Kirishima. He nodded. I put my helmet back on and started the bike up again. I started rolling and quickly got a grasp of how to easily control the bike. It was a simple track, nothing exotic or dangerous. But I guess on bikes would be an extremely bad issue if something happened. I counted my five laps and got in my place at the starting line. I saw others line up with me. I heard the announcer, it was like they where talking to me in a slightly hushed tone.
"Racers! Ready! Set! Go!" I eased off my break and started pulling my throttle back further. I felt the wind whip past me, rippling my jacket. This round was faster than I did before, I didn't want to show off my control or speed. I slowly pulled the break back as I rounded the turn and slowly let go. I pulled full throttle. I easily wrapped around the first half of the track. Next was control on dirt and tight curbs. Then both at the same time. My eyes widened as I realized it was sand on asphalt. I kept going, cautiously. I stopped pulling full throttle. I cleared it. I went ten more rounds. I was mid turn and out of the corner of my eye I saw the same jacket of that half 'n' half bastard. It was the last two turns until I win. I pulled full throttle and at the same time I crossed the end line I saw the bastard cross. We looked at each other. He nodded. The announcer called for us to pit stop. I went to my stop first. Kirishima's jaw was almost on the floor.
"What?" I hissed when I took my helmet off. He gave me my hearing aids and I took my gloves off and put them in.
"Watching you was amazing! Oh my gosh! You cleared the dirt like it was nothing!"
"Sand and asphalt, but yeah, it was nothing."
"You could already be a pro!"
"You too. The bike felt and ran nice. Check it and see if anything is wrong." Kirishima walked over and checked the whole bike.
"Not even a scratch. Your drifts where as clean as the bike." I squatted next to him and checked the bike with him.
"Should I pop a wheelie?"
"What? No! Please don't!"
"Why not?"
"A bike like this? Not a good idea."
"So you doubt me?"
"No! It's just you could get seriously hurt, and in trouble. And that could mess up the bike! For a bike it's on the larger size!"
"Oh please. You should see my bike. You should take a lap around."
"I don't think I should. I don't have proper gear, and I'm not sure how I feel about riding a bike I don't necessarily feel comfortable on."
"I'll re-adjust it and you can take my stuff." I took off my jacket. "Besides, it's hot." I pulled off my shirt and felt the sun against my bare chest. His cheeks where red. Sunburned already? Weak. I walked over to the bike and loosened it so I could tighten it again in a position he likes. "Come on. Get on."
"Oh- ok." He got on. I readjusted it.
"How does that feel?"
"You did it wrong. That's why your a racer anyways." He got off and fixed it. I huffed. "Hey, some people are better at some things than others. I could never control a bike like that. Besides, we have time. We have to wait around to see who gets top. But I'm pretty sure we already know who." I hand him my jacket and gloves. "Your really trusting me with your stuff?"
"You held onto my hearing aids just fine. Go slow at first. Don't pull the throttle really far back and just let the break snap out of your grip." He puts the jacket on and the gloves. I give him my helmet. He puts it on and messes with the bottom. I flip the visor up and clip the chin strap on. "Don't be dumb."
"Jeez, I know how to ride a bike."
"Then why are you so nervous?"
"I'm not!"
"Sure. There. Your good. Looks like a few other people are doing something similar."
"Is there extra gear? I'd prefer if you went with me. Please."