Fireworks

Chapter Eight: Strong Enough for the Both of Us

The house was in complete chaos the next morning after yours and bakugou's late night call. It was chaos, but clean. It had been about three days since you had been home, four for bakugou. So, to ensure that he's as 'not angry' as possible, you and Bakugou's parents were doing some deep cleaning. Mitsuki wasn't big on chores or letting you clean at all, but you actually enjoyed it. You were tasked with your normal weekly chores plus katsuki's share. You cleaned both of your rooms, the bathroom, folded Kat's clothes just how he liked, and brought down all of your worn clothes from the previous week. This was a normal routine so it didn't take long. By the time you were done and coming back down the stairs, Mitsuki had already finished the kitchen and was in the midst of tidying up the living room. You skipped on over and began folding the couch blankets and placing them on the recliner.

"Oh baby! It's okay, you've cleaned enough I got this. Plus, your hands aren't healed yet." Mituski chimed in while taking the blanket from your hands.

She was right, you still had to bandage your hands everyday and they already stung from the cleaning you had previously done. So, you gave a short smile and nod in thanks before going to the kitchen to set out the lunch you made for Katsuki. His dad had left around 20 minutes ago to pick him up so they'll be here in about 30 minutes. You placed the pre made lunch on the counter, sure he would want some real food since he'd been eating that hospital shit.

"I set out his lunch, I'm gonna change and fix up my bandages before they get home." You called out as you jogged up the stairs, Mitsuki humming in acknowledgment.

You swung the door open to your freshly clean room, having your clothes nicely put away instead of stacked up on the foot of your bed. You changed your sweatpants into leggings, and swapped your PJ shirt for a blue crewneck. You finished the look off by putting your house shoes back on and pulling your hair back out of your face. As you did this, your excitement could only build. Separation anxiety wasn't a new thing for you. So even though you and Bakugou only spent a night apart, it was agonizing. It was almost as bad as it was when your parents first left for america, you personally were a shit show. It's a known fact that both you and bakugou were raised in a way that caused you to resent physical affection, but also long for it. This created your issues with being separated from people who comforted you, this especially applying to bakugou.

Right as you were about to walk down the last few steps, you heard the car pull into the driveway. Both you and Mitsuki darted for the door and hurriedly slipped on your shoes. You both were opening Bakugou's door before he even had the chance to try to open it himself. Mitsuki carefully helped him out of the car, his stance seemed a bit shaken. Wasn't necessarily a surprise since he'd been in bed for four days.

"Hey Kat, welcome back." You said with a wide grin but low voice, not wanting to tick him off just yet. You currently were helping his dad grab his backpack and hospital bag from the trunk.

Once Katsuki was fully out of the car, which was accompanied with lots of bitching at his mom that he didn't need help.(Which he accepted anyways) He turned his attention towards where you were waiting by the front door, his school bag slung over your shoulder.

"I already know you're itching to do it, so just fucking get it over with." Katsuki grumbled while opening up his arms. Your large smile soon returned as you dropped his bag onto the floor and quickly embraced him. You were only about 3 inches shorter than katsuki so your arms were able to fit nicely around his slender waist. He loosely returned your gesture only pulling back a little to say-

"Oi careful, I'm still sore as fuck from the surgery." His reaction came from your grip tightening, which you soon reversed and apologized quietly. He shook his head as you released him and ruffled your hair before making his way inside. You picked up his bag you had left by the door and placed it on the counter as his mom talked to him in the living room. You glanced up to see him currently trying to push him mom away as she had him in a gentle headlock. That's just how they hug. You thought silently to yourself and smiled. You then proceeded to pick up his lunch from the counter and bring it over to where he was seated on the couch. You held it out to him and all he did was glower at you.