Flowers (krbkdk angst soulmate au)

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“Katsuki,” Kirishima whispered. School had ended close to 20 minutes ago, and the hallway was empty, except for Kirishima and Bakugo. They both sat to the side of the hallway, leaned against the wall and leaned against each other. It felt too awkward to speak fully out loud for some reason, when the school felt so empty. It was almost as if the emptiness of the large building was eating their noise.

“What?” He said back, not whispering a single bit.

“You want to come over to my house today? Once Izu’s done talking to Mr. Aizawa?”

Bakugo just grumbled in response, letting his head fall onto Kirishima’s shoulder, which Kirishima took as a yes.

Close to ten minutes later, Midoriya walked out of the classroom, still repeatedly thanking Aizawa.

“Can we finally leave?” Bakugo asked. He was glad to have not had to speak to Mr. Aizawa himself, but he was still nowhere near pleased.

“Not yet,” A voice said from the doorway. It was Mr. Aizawa. “It’ll only be a minute, but I want to talk to you, just for a second, Bakugo.”

Bakugo cursed under his breath as he pulled himself up off the ground. His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, hiding how they shook, as he shuffled behind Aizawa, refusing to look up towards his teacher. It was hard to make his legs keep stepping forward, as it felt like he was walking towards his doom. His heart pounded in his head and in his fingertips, and it felt like he was going to puke any minute now. He just hoped Aizawa wouldn’t notice the shake in his legs, in his hands, all over.

In the classroom, Aizawa sat in the chair he had previously sat in when talking to Midoriya, but being stubborn, or maybe just being anxious, Bakugo sat on top of the desk adjacent instead.

“He already told me that your parents know, and that they are…not so helpful. I’m not going to call them about this, just so you know.”

Bakugo just mumbled back a ‘thank you’. The room was starting to feel claustrophobic, like it was closing in on him and Aizawa - like it was closing in on him. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to have to have this conversation. He didn’t want Aizawa to know, he hadn’t wanted Midoriya and Kirishima to know, he hadn’t wanted his parents to know. He would be so much better off if no one knew at all. Then they wouldn’t think he was weak. Then they wouldn’t seem so worried all the time, be scared of touching him, and be scared to even leave him alone.

“Midoriya has a list of coping methods that you can try, and I want you to know, you can call me any time if you need anything, no matter how late it is,” Aizawa continued. “My phone number is with Midoriya. Now,” Aizawa sighed, obviously saddened that this must be asked in the first place, “Do you have any fresh injuries?”

Bakugo froze. Why was Aizawa asking? Was he going to ask to see them? Would he send them to recovery girl?

“It’s not a big deal,” Bakugo responded. He found himself avoiding looking towards Aizawa, and instead distracting himself by staring intensely out the window.

“From what Midoriya said, it did sound like more than ‘not a big deal’,” Aizawa corrected, thinking back to the discussion of stitches with the green haired boy. “I will not make you go to recovery girl, but if you would like to, we can do that.”

“I don’t. I don’t want to.”

“Have they been cleaned and bandaged?”

“Deku and Eijiro did it for me.”

“Would you be okay with me checking them? From what Midoriya said, I believe one of them should have had stitches.”

He didn’t want Aizawa to see them. He would just think he was weak for doing it in the first place. He would think he was weak for not going deep enough, just like his mom did. Aizawa would be disgusted and not want to help him anymore. “Can we…not?” Bakugo asked.

“Okay, kid, I’m not going to force you.” Aizawa wasn’t going to force him to show his injuries?? Bakugo had said no, and Aizawa had just agreed to that, without any further argument. “Since it was deep enough to need stitches, it’s much more infection-prone. I need you to be very careful to not get an infection, and if you do start seeing symptoms - warm or inflamed skin surrounding it, pus, and if it’s really bad, a fever - I need you to tell me. Immediately. This one isn’t up for debate.”

“Fine… And thank you…” Bakugo mumbled, nearly too embarrassed to say the second half.

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“Are you going to be okay walking to my house?” Kirishima asked. “I can call my mom to drive.”

“It’s not a fuckin’ big deal I can walk just fine,” Bakugo snapped back, already walking ahead of both of his boyfriends, and out of the front door of the school.

When they arrived at Kirishima’s house, Kirishima’s mother was sitting in the living room, rewatching one of her favorite movies, and crocheting a baby blanket for some family friend.

“Mama, can Izuku and Katsuki please stay over tonight?” Kirishima asked.

“Katsuki as in your ‘hot’ friend from school Katsuki?” She asked.

Bakugo’s face turned bright red, and Kirishima’s face turned even redder. “Mama! You can't say that! He can hear you,” Kirishima yelped.

“So yes, your friend Katsuki, who happens to be hot then?” She continued with a smirk. Kirishima loved his mother, but sometimes she could be so infuriatingly embarrassing, and he knew she was doing it purposefully.

“Actually…Boyfriend Katsuki…who is pretty hot,” Kirishima mumbled. Bakugo stepped forward standing next to Kirishima, and gently hit him with the side of the foot, trying to get him to stop. If Kirishima kept saying stuff like that Bakugo would turn so pink that he might actually combust.

Kirishima’s mother’s eyes went wide, and she whispered, “Boyfriend?” She immediately stood up and walked over to Bakugo, gently wrapping her arms around him. The first time Bakugo did this, with Inko, he had been tense and freaked out, but this time was different. This time, he let himself sink into the warmth of her hug practically immediately.

“It’s okay. It’ll be okay, cariño,” She whispered. Kirishima was about to get onto his mother, assuming that Bakugo was uncomfortable. He never seemed to like being held so long, other than the previous night, when he had initiated it himself. To Kirishima’s surprise, Bakugo lifted his arms, slowly wrapping them around Kirishima’s mother’s back, returning her hug, so he decided to not step in.

Kirishima’s bedroom was quite different from Midoriya's. There were obviously a few Red Riot posters scattered around, mostly just on the ceiling, but for the most part, his walls didn’t seem to reflect his interests. Also, his room seemed much cleaner, with many fewer dishes, and much less laundry.

In the bedroom, Bakugo was the first to speak up. “Your mom already knows who I am? And you described me to your mom as….” Bakugo’s voice faded off as the tops of his ears and cheeks began to heat up again.

“Well, uh, sorry?” Kirishima responded.

“Eijiro here had a bit of a crush on you before we knew you were our soulmate,” Midoriya explained, laughing at Kirishima with how much embarrassment was showing on his face.

“Really?” Bakugo asked, his eyes going wide in shock.

“Really.” Kirishima confirmed.

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