Spill

Welcome Home, Chapter 9

'Wakey wakey or spray spray,' I hear someone whisper next to my sleepy head.

What the hell? I'm still asleep as far as I'm concerned. Am I dreaming or is someone trying to wake me up?

'Spray spray it is,' they say, not giving me a chance to react of respond.

Water sprays across my face and I bounce up in shock. I grab my pillow and hit whoever is in my way, and it's Kiri. Of course it's Kiri, the only one bold enough to step foot in my room while I'm sleeping.

'You scared me!' I yell, continuously smacking him with my pillow. 'I thought it was my acid out of control!'
'Please... stop... hitting... me,' Kiri stutters as I continuously hit him.
'Sorry!' I apologize, stopping. 'You shouldn't have sprayed me with whatever you sprayed me with.'
'It was Bakugo's aftershave,' he argues, smiling.
'How did you get Bakugo's-'

'KIRISHIMA, MY BEDROOM NOW!' Bakugo shouts from upstairs.
'Good luck!' I say, and Kiri rolls his eyes as he leaves.

Footsteps thump upwards and across the hallways slowly, he's probably dragging it out for attention. He loves to make himself heard. I'm still sitting on my bed, legs crossed, listening out for the yelling. I'm going to miss this. There is a moment of silence and I'm now sulking about the smell. I don't want to smell like Bakugo, I have way better perfume than him. The only person who would want that aftershave is him and his future boyfriend. Whoever his future boyfriend is, I hope he isn't traumatized because Bakugo would have a hard time comforting him. He is someone who would never and could never become the therapist friend. That's me and Sero.

I hear a massive bang, like thunder, coming from upstairs. Oh my god.

'WHERE THE FUCK IS IT?' Bakugo yells.
'UP YO ASS!' Kiri shouts back, then another bang echoes through the halls.
'GIVE IT TO ME OR ILL MAKE YOUR HAIR SHITTIER THAN IT ALREADY IS!' Bakugo threatens.
'NO NOT MY HAIR!' Kiri cries.
'ARE YOU GUYS FUCKING FOR REAL RIGHT NOW?' I hear Jirou scream, clearly awoken from her golden slumber.
'HE TOOK MY AFTERSHAVE!' Bakugo whines.
'YOUR RICH ENOUGH TO BUY THE WHOLE BRAND, YOU CAN GET ANOTHER ONE!' Jirou says. She's not wrong.
'THATS NOT THE POINT!' Bakugo shouts again.
'I GAVE IT BACK!' Kiri argues, then I hear him crawl back down the stairs. 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY SERO!'
'SHUT UP HE ISNT AWAKE YET!' Jirou yells.

I hold my head in my hands, I've forgotten it was his birthday. I dangle my head to look underneath my bed and snatch his wrapped present from the dusty underworld. He's going to be so proud of me for what I've got him. Anything Spanish, he'll take it. I got him the Spanish flag with a mugshot of him that I took printed on it. So proud of myself, I get the best gifts. The mum of the group always gets the best gifts, it's the law.

'Help,' Kiri yelps as he crawls into my room.
'He blew you up didn't he?' I question.
'I forgot to use my quirk,' he replies. 'Also the interviewers had to cancel because of Sero's birthday and they were scared it would ruin it.'
'Great to see that they see us as people who have emotions now,' I say. 'What did you get Sero?'
'A book that has over 100 recipes of Spanish dishes,' Kiri smiles, he seems proud of himself.

'Hey lazy idiots, go to the living room for presents,' Bakugo says over the speakers. 'Sero if you don't wake up I'm exploding your presents.'

'How pleasant of him,' I sigh. 'Lets go.'

We walk down together to the living room and Denki is the only one there. He's sulking on the sofa, head in his hands, probably hung over. I take a seat next to him.

'How are you feeling?' I ask, pulling him into a hug.
'I feel like someone's ripped out my brain, forced Bakugo to explode it, then put it back in,' Denki replies.
'Ha, relatable,' Kiri says.