The Heart Exchange (bnha agere)

Chapter 22: Cleaning Up

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   Bakugo found a collection of coloured crayons, and knelt down by Eijirou's wall. He was going to draw a super awesome picture that Daddy would love. In fact, Kirishima would love it so much, he'd kiss them and give them a cup of warm honey milk, and then they could watch something on the laptop. Katsuki pat Captain and Sparky on the head, making sure they sat together. The two dragons were soul mates, after all. And then Bakugo tipped out the box of crayons onto the floor. That's what they'd draw - cool, fire-breathing dragons! He picked up the red crayon, and made a start on a dragon. Kirishima was going to be so proud when he came back to see the picture, because Katsuki was going to try their best.

   
    Kirishima walked up the staircase. Him and Sero had bumbled back to school with a couple of new books to stick their noses into. Kiri was even able to find a biography of Best Jeanist, buying it when he recalled one of Bakugo's previous work experience trips. Katsuki wasn't big into reading, but maybe he'd like to know a bit more about one of his mentors. Eijirou got to Katsuki's room, and knocked. When he received no reply, he cautiously peered round the door, only to find the room empty. He shrugged, and turned to continue down the hallway. He figured Bakugo is probably in his room, drawing a nice, little picture like Eijirou suggested. He pauses outside when he hears Bakugo humming to himself. It's out of tune, and adorable, and Kirishima expects even more, to find them laying on their stomach, doodling cars with some coloured pencils. Yet, when he enters, he's greeted with quite the sight.

    "What… What are you doing?" Eijirou gawks at the wall. Katsuki is sat on the floor, crayon in hand, drawing a purple dragon to go with the other four dragons on… The wall. The wall. Kiri can barely process the catastrophe he's witnessing. Bakugo swivels around, beaming. They tug their pacifier out of their mouth, and giggle.
    "I drew'd dragons!" They state, happily. Eijirou massages his forehead, and shuts his eyes for a moment. He leaves for two hours, and now his wall is covered in crudely drawn dragons. He gives a silent prayer that it'll all wash off, and then, he opens his eyes again. And he should be mad. Yet, when he looks down at his boyfriend on the floor, holding a crayon, with a truly joyful smile on his face, all anger inside of him dissipates. He calmly reminds himself that Katsuki's in a child's headspace, and crouches down next to them.
    "Couldn't you find any paper, kiddo?" Kirishima sighs. Bakugo shakes his head, and grabs onto Eijirou's arm, nuzzling his face into it. Eijirou kisses him on the head, and glances back at all of the dragons. "So, you thought you should just draw on the wall?" He asks. Bakugo's smile falters, and his eyes fall to his lap.
     "Don't you like it? I drew them for you…" He's got that dejected tone in his voice.

     In truth, Eijirou didn't really like the drawings, no, but he did like the meaning and effort that his little one had put into them. He could tell Bakugo tried his best for his age. "No, I do, baby. But you shouldn't draw on the wall. The walls aren't made for drawing; that's what paper is for." Kirishima explains, dragging Katsuki into his lap. The boy put his pacifier back in, and Kirishima watched him rub his eyes. "How about an afternoon nap?" He says, scooping them up, and placing him on his bed. Katsuki nestles his face against the pillow, and reaches out. "Cap'ain, give, give." Eijirou grabbed the blue dragon, and handed it to them. Katsuki held it to their chest and shut their eyes. Eijirou drew the curtains, and put on a dim light, just so he could see what he was doing. He was going to need some warm, soapy water, and something to scrub with.

    And after fetching those items, he sat down on the floor, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to dunk the flannel into the bucket when-
    "You're gonna get rid of it?" Eijirou heard Bakugo whine from across the room. He turned to see the little sitting up, frowning and dismayed. There was a slight glinting in his eyes where the low light reflected off the tears that were congregating. Kiri bit his lip, and put down the flannel.
    "Baby, it's a lovely picture. But I told you, you can't draw on the wall. I need to wash it off, okay?" Katsuki wiped at his eyes, trying not to let any tears out.
    "But I did it for you, 's not fair." They complained, squeezing Captain real hard. Eijirou thought for a moment before grabbing his phone.
    "I'll take a photo of it, how about that?" He says. This seems to quell Katsuki's bereavement, and they nod, laying back down. Kirishima leans back, and snaps a few photos of the art. And once he's done that, he starts scrubbing the wall. This'll take a while, sure, but it's okay. Bakugo did draw him something, there's no denying that.
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A/N: Kirishima learning how to be a good father is one of my favourite things to write and I think that's obvious