"Carry that shit on your own Deku! I would think Aizawa's honor student would be able to handle a suitcase."

     "Kacchan! It's super heavy, so, so just help me!"

     After begrudgingly taking the green-head's suitcase, Bakugou looked up to see the island he would be staying at for a month. To one side, there was a large headland, where a lighthouse stood atop. His eyes made his way to the other side, where a tiny town lay. It was small, and there didn't seem to be much people, but anyone could tell the town was a happy and content one. Surrounding the island was crystal clear water, golden crisp sand around the edges. However, behind it all, was the mountain Bakugou had been longing to see this entire time.

     "Heh, so this is the rumored Yama Island," Bakugou grinned, taking out his camera.

     "Already taking photos I see?" Deku stood beside him and chuckled. "I expected nothing less from a photography major!"

     The blonde grunted, "Aren't you supposed to be taking notes or some shit by now? You're going to a journalist right?"

     "Later Kacchan, for now..." Deku fumbled in his bag then took out his brochure from his bag. "I'm going to go have some fun. Aren't you supposed to be meeting with the tour guide?"

     Being the adamant guy he was, Bakugou was tuning out his friend's annoying blabber and was instead focused on something else, per say, someone else. An alluring, red haired man was surfing in the water. The guy was topless and packed with muscle. His tan skin glistened against the waves. Bakugou couldn't help but think, "He was stunning."

     Without hesitation, he took out his camera and took a shot of the guy as he was riding down. After staring at the photo he had took, Bakugou glanced up and realized the guy was running toward him and Deku. He immediately stuffed the camera away as he approached.

     "Y'know it's kind of rude to take someone's photo without permission," The red head said. "But I'm flattered! I'm thinking you two are the uni students from Tokyo right?"

     Deku nodded happily, "Yes, we are! I assume you're the tour guide then?"

     "Yup that's me! I'm Kirishima Eijirou, nice to meet you!" The man called Kirishima exclaimed.

     As Deku and Kirishima we're talking, Bakugou's eyes lingered onto the tan boy's body. His skin was sparkling and his face replicated the bright beaming sun. The guy had a relaxing aura to him, Bakugou liked that.

     Suddenly an arm slung around his shoulder, breaking away his thoughts. He turned his head to find and sharp pair of teeth grinning at him.

     "You must be Bakugou! Show me those pics you took of me sometime! I was very charmed when I saw you," Kirishima cheerfully suggested. "You are staying at my place after all."

     Wait, WHAT!? Bakugou's head whipped around to Deku who was starting to back away. "You... you told me we were staying at a hotel!"

     "Ahaha... plans changed... My friend Todoroki offered to let me stay with him and to show me around, sorry!"

     "Why you-"

     But before Bakugou could even finish sentence, the green boy ran away with his suitcase turning his head to wave back. "See you later Kacchan!"

     He was about to run when a strong pair of arms stopped him. "Ah, don't worry man, you're in good hands!" Kirishima assured him.

     But Bakugou just pried himself off and started storming off with his suitcase in hand towards the town. He obviously didn't want to bunk in with a distracting guy like that. Kirishima would just steer him away from his goal.

     "Hey! Where are you going?" Kirishima called out.

     "Nnh, I'm going to go find a hotel!" Bakugou yelled back at him.

     "Y'know there isn't any hotels here, we hardly ever get visitors so why would we-"

     "Shut up! I'm going to find one, just you wait and see!"

     Bakugou stormed into the town. There were shops and stores lining the cobblestone roads, marketplaces near the beach, and locals packing the streets. All of this made this made the tiny community seem like a big city.

     The 20 year old's main objective was to create the best photo gallery at his university. He knew doing something basic wasn't enough, he had to go beyond and show everyone something they've never seen before. He had first heard about the island from Aizawa and Deku's conversation months before. Yama Island was an unknown and tiny island south of Japan. The professor had grown up there as a kid and wanted Deku and Bakugou to be the journalist and photographer to share it with the world. So, once he got the email, he immediately started packing, ready for the journey of victory.

As Bakugou looked around for an inn, a bucket of water was poured onto his head, drenching his entire body.

"Kami! That's not Ms. Hiyoko!" A girl's voice hissed. "That's a guy!"

A deeper voice chuckled, "What do you mean Mina, that blonde hair is obviously-"

     Bakugou slowly looked up with a deadly glare, making the voice stop in its tracks. Above him, we three heads peering at him from on top of the roof.

      "Dudes, I don't think that's Ms. Hiyoko..." Pikachu boy whispered, biting his lip.

     "Oh really now?" Daddy long legs rolled his eyes. "No shit dumbass..."

     "G-Guy, we, we have to run! That dude's gonna kill us!" The pink alien shrieked as they scampered from Bakugou's view.

     Once they disappeared, the blonde grunted and muttered, "Those little shits are lucky that I had packed my camera away..."

     After wandering the entire day, Bakugou came to realization that Kirishima was right. There really weren't anywhere for visitors to stay. The warm air from earlier was now chilly, and it didn't help he was wearing a tank top with shorts. Discouraged, Bakugou sat down against a wall and decided to flip through his camera. He stopped and smiled at the picture of the red headed surfer. Kirishima was certainly attractive and deep down, he really wished he had took up his offer to stay with him. But, he knew being around him made his brain fried and he had more important things to focus on. But still, as his shivering body started to drift onto his suitcase, he sighed out loud, thinking, "I want to see Kirishima again."

-

     Bakugou woke up to the sound of birds chirping as he slowly propped himself up onto his elbows to watch the sunrise greeting him. He decided to fall back onto the comfy bed to get some more sleep.

     "Ahh..." He breathe, letting out a content sigh. "This is nice..."

     Right when he was about to drift back into slumber, something dawned on him. He was in a bed. Bakugou should've been sleeping on a suitcase and cobblestone road, not a pillow and mattress.

     He immediately jumped out from his covers and looked down. In place of his clothes from yesterday were bright pink hello kitty pajamas.

     "WHERE THE HELL AM I!? WHO THE FUCKED KIDNAPPED ME AND HAD THE AUDACITY TO DRESS ME IN THIS!?" Bakugou screamed internally. "WHERE'S MY CAMERA!?"

     His eyes scanned the room in search of his child. Surprisingly, he found his camera charging on the desk perfectly fine. In fact, all of his possessions were fine. The kidnapper even took the time to hang his clothes in the closet across the room.

     "What the hell?" He questioned quietly. To take matters into his own hands, Bakugou carefully opened the door to hear a distant hum coming from down the hallway. After a moment of hesitation, he crept his way silently.

     Suddenly, his foot stepped onto a flimsy floorboard.

     Creak...

     The humming stopped.

     "Shit, fucking, ass, bitch," He cursed quietly.

     Bakugou heard thumping footsteps coming towards him. He got his fists up, ready to fight whoever this was.

     Instead, a platter of food was presented to him, with a familiar face holding it.

     "Finally you're awake Bakubro!"

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— rewritten by me and aaGaAsHII !