◉ OFF THE STREETS ◉ A BakuDeku Story ◉

3: Shelter

OFF THE STREETS

SHELTER

Katsuki grumbled softly as he opened his eyes, the muffled sound of talking resonating around him. He slowly looked down to the thick blanket that was placed on him, which was very warm and comfortable. His eyes then trailed off to the familiar greenette, sitting a few feet away from him. He was talking to someone, who was sitting out of the blonde's view, while knitting something colorful. The blonde groaned, sitting up straight, catching the greenette's attention. Only then did he spot a red-haired man, sitting next to him. He immediately received two large smiles, one from Izuku and one from the unknown boy. 

"You're awake! Jee- You were really tired last night, weren't you?" Midoriya giggled, putting his knitting aside. Katsuki nodded, unsure of what to respond to the greenette's comment. "Well, I'm glad you're up. This is Eijirou Kirishima. He lives here, too!" Izuku continued. Bakugou looked over to the red-haired male, who waved happily at him. 

"Yo-! Welcome." Kirishima cackled. Katsuki nodded once more, debating on whether he should actually talk to these people or leave again. They seemed a bit off; far too friendly. 

"How about I show you around? You'll get to meet the rest of the people here, too! Come on!" Izuku cheered, standing up in a quick bounce. Bakugou struggled to stand up, his feet still sore from the long walk he had done the day prior. He looked down to his shoes, tightening around his feet. 

"Can I... Take these off?" The blonde hesitantly mumbled, following his host out the room. Midoriya turned to face him, eyes landing on the old shoes Katsuki was pointing at. He beamed a smile nodding frantically. 

"Oh- Of course! Do you want slippers?" Izuku questioned, leaning down to a basket full of knitted pairs of what seemed like socks. Bakugou smirked as he kicked off his sneakers, nodding as he took a pair. They were soft, and a light shade of grey. He immediately put them on, continuing to follow the smaller male down a hallway. Kirishima had stayed behind, so it was just them two. "Alrighty, this is the first hall. It's a big place, so try not to get lost-! Everybody's bedrooms are down here. Most of them are still sleeping, so we'll be quiet. Come on- I'll lead you to yours." The small boy mumbled, walking down a separate hall. Katsuki followed, looking around to all the closed doors. He eventually came across one, which was wide open, but nobody was inside. His eyes landed on a decorated bedroom, giving off very masculine vibes. 

"Ah- That's Kirishima's bedroom. Yours isn't decorated yet, but we'll start soon. How long are you planning on staying?" Izuku continued to ramble, eventually opening a random door. Bakugou followed him inside, revealing a plain white room with nothing but a bed and dresser. He wasn't sure how long he wanted to stay, but the night he had just spent had been amazing. He hadn't slept that well in ages. 

"I don't know." He shrugged, looking around. 

"Okie-Dokie, that's alright! You're invited to stay as long as you'd like. There are only a few things you need to keep track of, okay?" Midoriya stated, beginning to unfold a pile of blankets that had been set on the bed. Bakugou nodded, expecting some kind of list of chores to be thrown at him. But it was quite the opposite.

"So, once a month, I take everybody out to the barber, if they want a haircut or a trim. That usually happens during the first week of every month. I'll bring you there tomorrow, though, and take you out shopping too. You'll get to choose some bedroom decors, and you won't have to pay for anything as long as you're staying here. Also, every Saturday, I take everyone out to a local shopping mart, where everybody's allowed to choose two items of clothing each. All you have to do to stay here, is be kind and respectful to others." Izuku rambled, beginning to cover the bed with soft sheets. "Oh, and this is your laundry basket. I'll write your name on it, later. So, every Sunday is laundry day. You take down your basket to the basement, and within a few hours, I'll bring it back up with some clean clothes. There are two bathrooms; one next to the kitchen, and one at the end of this hall. You're not allowed to take more than one shower per day. There are no drugs allowed or smoking here either. Also, if you're in need of medical supervision or want a therapist, tell me and I'll make an order. All I'll have to do is reach out to the government and discuss the demand. They'll most likely give me and extra few bucks to pay for your therapist or medical bills. Any questions?" The small male eventually finished talking, standing up straight to reveal a neatly made bed. Bakugou thought for moment, understanding all the rules quite well. 

"Have you ever gotten any little kids, here?" Katsuki asked out of curiosity. He watched as the greenette put Katsuki's empty laundry basket down in the corner of the room. 

"I've had a few. Although, when underage children show up, I make sure they make it into foster families, or an orphanage. As for elderly people, if I notice that they're getting to the age where they begin to struggle on their own, I send them over to a nursing home. So... This place is sort of filled with young adults, right now. Everybody's somewhere between twenty and thirty years old." Izuku chuckled, looking over to the blonde. "Oh! I almost forgot. You can throw away these clothes, if you don't want them, anymore. You can wear these in the meantime. They're pajamas, but like I said; you'll be able to pick some new clothes this Saturday." The small male continued, handing over a pile of what seemed like hospital scrubs. Bakugou took them, the soft silk surprising him. Everything here was far more luxurious than he thought it would be. 

"Thanks. I'll go for a shower." He mumbled, earning a nod from the other as he walked out into the hall. He looked over to the end of it, where a bathroom was located just like Midoriya said. He hesitantly walked towards it, opening the door. His eyes traveled around the rather large room. There was a shower, a sink, a toilet and a large cabinet too. He walked in, closing the door behind him. He began to get undressed, removing his jacket and shirt. He then removed his pants and undergarments before staring at himself in the large mirror. He had scars on his back, chest and legs. Scars from beatings, and scars from frostbite. His eyes landed on his face, covered by facial hair. He had only shaved once in his life, and it was about a year ago, when a kind friend of his offered to give him a free trim. Now, it was all grown again. He looked like a 40-year-old man. The blonde looked over to the shower, turning the handle. He watched as water began to come out and he stepped in. Almost immediately, a wave of brownish water began to leak down into the drain. Bakugou winced at how filthy he was, thinking back how disgusting he must have looked, to Izuku. 

Within the next ten minutes, the blonde had finished cleansing himself. He stepped out, once again looking in the mirror. His skin seemed somewhat paler, letting him know he was much cleaner now. His hair was no longer oily and dirty, it was now fluffy and glowing. He looked around, grabbing a towel and beginning to wipe off any excess water. Once finished, he grabbed his silk pajamas and put them on. They fit him nicely, the shirt being a bit tight on his muscles. But he wasn't complaining; he was rather comfortable. 

The blonde walked out of the bathroom, throwing his old clothes in the trash. He didn't need them anymore, especially not in that condition. He managed to reach his bedroom again, wanting to plop down on his bed and sleep. But his movements were suddenly disturbed by a loud cheer from behind him. He turned, facing the familiar redhead from earlier who was grinning at him. He remembered his name: Eijirou Kirishima. 

"Yo! Breakfast!"

To Be Continued...