KiriBaku | Just Another Camp

Chapter 12

Kirishima

I was pissed, and everyone knew it. 

Nobody tried to talk to me, which was fine. If they did I probably would have yelled at them. 

My eyes were always on Bakugo, though. He did fine in training, but he didn't eat anything again, which ticked me off even more. Also, why the f*** wouldn't he tell me what was going on with him?!

That's why I was so ticked off at the moment. I would always get so close, then someone would come and disrupt me. It got on my nerves.

"Bro-"

"Don't."

"I was just asking for the mustard..."

I snatched the mustard and slammed it down in front of Sero. He was the only person who wouldn't leave me the f*** alone. After the fight this morning, I didn't really want to talk to him. But after everything with Bakugo, too, I didn't want to talk to anybody.

"So what's up your a** today?" He asked, pouring mustard onto his burger.

A million angry thoughts ran through my head, but I kept silent. Instead, I clutched my napkin, almost at the point where I wanted to shred it up.

He held his hand up for a fist bump before he left, and I just glared at it, not making a single move to return the gesture.

"Okay..." he said awkwardly. "I'll see you around, bro..."

He walked off to the other table, muttering, "That dude is rubbing off on him too much..."

***

As soon as dinner was over, I snatched Bakugo away from his team and dragged him to our cabin. He tried to pull away but I had a death grip on him. And I, for one, was not planning on letting go.

I slammed the door shut behind us, locked it, then turned to face him. 

"Tell me what the actual f*** is going on before I end up breaking someone's arm," I said through clenched teeth.

"For the last time, nothing is going on..."

For the second time that day, I grabbed onto his hips, causing him to yelp and try to pull away.

"This shouldn't hurt you!" I said. "Why the f*** does this hurt, huh?!"

"I-I don't know!" He shouted, struggling against me. "J-just let me the f*** go-!"

I slammed him against the wall and let go of his hips, instead cornering him with my body. He sniffed and stared at the ground, gently rubbing his hips as if that would make them feel better.

"I am this close to ripping off your da** pants," I said, my fingers about a centimeter apart. "So if you don't tell me what the f*** is going on I'm taking your pants off so I can see myself."

"That sounded more sexual than serious," he said.

I glared at him. "I'm dead serious."

We were both silent until I started trying to pull his pants down. Then he started talking.

"Okay, holy f*** you don't need to take my f****** cloths off, pervert!" He said, slapping my hands away.

"Then you'll tell me?" I said. 

He looked away again. 

"5," I started.

Silence.

"4."

Silence.

"3."

"Kirishima-"