Written for the BakuTodo Week event on Tumblr. Prompt: Fireworks.

By the time Bakugou and Todoroki arrive, the festival is bustling with energy. The sunset that approaches tints the sky with a reddish glow, and the air is permeated with the smell of food and the hum of hundreds of voices. People have already started spreading blankets on the grass, filling the place in expectation of the fireworks that will begin soon.

"We should've gotten here earlier," Todoroki says, eyeing the rapidly disappearing good spots to watch the show.

"You were the one who insisted we wear these ridiculous things," Bakugou replies, motioning to the yukatas they're both sporting. Truth be told, he had been the one to refuse to wear them at first, therefore making them late; it had been Todoroki's idea, however, so Bakugou was adamant about whose fault it really is.

"You look good in it, though," is Todoroki's reply. Bakugou nearly chokes, feeling his cheeks heating up. No matter how long they've been together, he doesn't think he'll ever get used to Todoroki's habit of dropping compliments out of nowhere with a straight face.

"Let's get something to eat before all the good spots are fucking gone," he mumbles, grabbing Todoroki's hand to drag him towards the food booths.

A few minutes later, with a plate of takoyaki in hand, they settle down a little further from where most of the crowd is gathered. They sit close, shoulders and thighs touching, the takoyaki placed between them and their hands occasionally brushing while they eat.

The sky gradually darkens as they sit there, a comfortable silence hanging between them even in middle of the noise that surrounds them. That, too, soon quietens as the first fireworks start lighting the dark blue with different colors, and everyone's eyes turn upwards to watch the beautiful show that unravels in front of them.

Not long after it begins, Todoroki speaks, startling Bakugou, who expected him to be focused on the fireworks - he'd been the one who insisted on them coming to see them, after all.

"You know," Todoroki starts, "They kinda look like shooting stars." When Bakugou looks at him with a puzzled look, he adds, "The fireworks."

"So what?"

"People say that if you wish upon a shooting star, it'll become true."

Bakugou stares at him, but Todoroki has his eyes set on the sky.

"Everyone knows that's bullshit," Bakugou says, not sure of where the other is going with this conversation.

Todoroki's mouth quirks up in a smile, and Bakugou's heart speeds up when he turns to look at him. It strikes him how beautiful Todoroki looks like this, hair slightly tousled by the breeze, his expression soft against the myriad of colors that reflect on his skin.

"Don't you have a wish, Katsuki?"

Bakugou gulps, turning to look at the sky again, and Todoroki soon does the same. They stay silent for a few moments before Bakugou reaches for Todoroki's hand, intertwining their fingers like he's done so many times before.

"I did," he says. His voice is low, almost hard to hear over the sound of the fireworks, but Todoroki must've caught it, because he gives Bakugou's hand a squeeze, and the other knows he understands the words he's left unspoken.

It has already come true.