"Holy shit!"
"Eijirou! Language!" Ms. Kirishima scolded, holding back Ayana from tackling Bakugou out of pure childish joy.
"It's pretty! Mommy we look so pretty!"
"What the fffff—frick dude!" Eijirou stood up and started shaking Bakugou by his shoulders. "You—you— gah!!" Eijirou couldn't get his words of awe off his tongue so he settled for a hug. He squeezed him by the waist and slung him around away from the painting.
"Let me down you goddamn gorilla!"
"Bakugou you too! Language!" Ms. Kirishima scolded once more, making Eijirou laugh and put him down, earning a slap upside the head from his victim.
"I just—it's so—"
Bakugou looked at the painting once more. To him, it wasn't really anything special. He made it look like an oil painting but used acrylics instead. The mother was sitting down in the fancy dining room chair in her fancy pink floral gown, everything about her was elegant from her posture to the way her eyes wrinkled when she smiled. Ayana was settled in between Eijirou and Ms. Kirishima in a smaller, matching gown holding his and her hand, a bright childish charm radiating off her cute grin. Eijirou was also standing up, his left hand rested on the shoulder of the chair and the right holding on to the little one. His hair was tidied back and his messy bangs gracefully framed his beautiful face. His lips were traced up in his boyish smirk he always wore.
"You even got my scar! The details on this is insane!" Eijirou gushed, taking pictures of it with his phone.
"It is very beautiful, Bakugou," Ms. Kirishima stood up and took both his hands into hers. "Thank you very much, you are very kind."
'...kind...?'
Bakugou had to force a smile.
"It's good practice," he said. Ayana bear hugged his leg, which made him feel very awkward. He was never good with children because they annoyed him.
They proceeded to hang the painting on the wall and even though they've only been there a day, the two men packed up everything they brought and threw it in the car.
"Bakugou!" Ms. Kirishima called out. Katsuki was in the middle of getting in the car but had to stop and look at her. She smiled at him so motherly it almost made him blush. "Come back any time you want! You're always welcome here!"
Bakugou froze. He couldn't understand why she was treating him like an old friend when they only met twice. He couldn't understand her at all.
He couldn't understand and it pissed him off. All he could do was nod to say he acknowledged her words before getting in the car. While they drove off in silence, Bakugou made the mistake of looking out his side view mirror. He watched Ayana run out into the street behind their car, waving them goodbye like a madwoman and smiling so big you could see each individual tooth she had. He could hear Kirishima chuckle as he turned the corner right as the mother pulled her back towards the driveway.
"She seems to like you a lot, Katsuki."
Bakugou's heart fluttered again then sunk into his stomach and all he could do was hum. He rested his chin in his hand and stared out the window.
He felt so complicated.
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"Yo Kacchan!" Kaminari called out with his hand in the air. Sero was right next to him with a cheeky smirk Bakugou hated with a passion.
"You have a death wish, don't you?" Katsuki growled, resisting the urge to throw his hot coffee on the blond shit-heads face. Kaminari brushed off his threat and swung his arm around his neck in a friendly manner. Katsuki gritted his teeth and bit his tongue.
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Starry Night Sky [KiriBaku Fanfic]
Fanfiction[Completed] Angsty chapters with funny and irrelevant titles that I put in there to confuse people. Welcome to what I consider my best and maybe even longest KiriBaku book! Bakugou is a scholarly artist with severe anger issues and a traumatic past...