𝐃𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘|| 𝙠. 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤

𝒔𝒖𝒏-𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅

𝐬𝐮𝐧-𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝

The salty breeze carried the sound of crashing waves and laughter as Class 3-A's resident chaos squad—Bakugo, Asumi, Kirishima, Mina, Kaminari, Jirou, Sero, plus Todoroki—soaked up every second of their well-earned beach day.

The sun was high, the sand hot beneath their feet, and the ocean glittered like something out of a dream. It was perfect. The sound of the waves, the golden sand and the way the breeze played with her hair.

The trek down the beach was a pain in the ass, but that's why they made it a "manly" competition between Bakugo and Kirishima in hauling shit through the sand.

Mina, Asumi, and Jirou had claimed their own little oasis beneath a massive umbrella, sprawled out on beach towels while sipping ice-cold sodas. Jirou had her earphone jacks plugged into her phone, playing music loud enough for the group to hear without being a public menace. Todoroki had claimed a beach chair, looking as if he was about to fall asleep underneath the shade, while Mina adjusted her sunglasses and sighed in content.

"This is exactly what I needed," Mina hummed, stretching out. "No training, no homework, just vibes."

"Mm-hmm," Asumi agreed, lounging beside her. "Watching the boys be absolute menaces is just a bonus."

And oh, were they.

In front of them, a game of beach volleyball ensued and Kirishima and Denki were currently covered in the most sand while being the most competitive.

They couldn't complain at witnessing the exaggerated display of the two not daring to let the ball touch the ground, even if it meant diving belly first or suddenly becoming contortionist.

They were pretty certain Sero was hitting it all over the place on purpose now to laugh away at the most entertaining show ever.

Meanwhile, Bakugo stood still, sunglasses pushed up into his hair, watching them like an exhausted parent. Everytime the ball came to him, he'd hit it extra hard in the hope it would bounce off of Denki's head.

"You're both idiots," he called out as Denki shot out his fist to hit it only for the ball to shoot in the completely wrong direction, only for Kirishima to scream that "he has it."

He was so focused on the ball that he failed to notice the two small children that had been building sand castles nearby, running to get more water with their buckets, causing him to clumsily spin around them so he didn't plow them over and smack the ball back in his friends' direction–caught by Bakugo.

"You say that like you don't love us!" Denki wheezed as they watched Kirishima apologize to the kids, telling them he'd make it up to them by carrying their now heavy buckets back toward where they were building their castles in front of their family.

He received his answer when Bakugo threw the ball at him roughly, bouncing off the square of Denki's forehead and sending him stumbling backward.

Asumi snickered before sitting up as Kirishima helped the kids, seeing the guy with the ice cream cart rolling across the sand. "I need ice cream. Who's coming with?"

Jirou lifted a lazy hand. "Only if I don't have to get up."

"Not how that works, babe," Asumi teased before glancing at Mina, who was already grabbing her wallet.

As Asumi pushed herself up, brushing sand off her legs, Mina let out a low whistle.

"Damn, girl, looking good," she teased, wiggling her eyebrows in exaggerated manner.

Jirou, still lying down, smirked. "Yeah, how dare you have the audacity to be hot?"

She rolled her eyes, laughing. "Shut up."