One-Shot BKDKBK Fanfic Collection

OS36: Permissions

Note: This is another one of my longest threads on twt (not really this long, I just went crazy again while editing--)! It took me longer to post this here because I forgot another 'term' for some shit while editing. LOL. Anw, I'm still alive and I hope all of you will like this one!
Enjoy~

Slightly Edited.
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"Bar? Later?" Katsuki asked his extras (read: friends) as he finished typing the last paragraph of his essay before saving it and turning his laptop off. He'll proofread it later to check if there are any errors or inconsistencies, but he's sure he doesn't really have to because he never makes any mistakes, especially in these kinds of things.

Katsuki stretched on his seat before raising his eyebrows, questioningly and waiting, at his extras who were all busy typing on their laptops-- also doing (read: cramming) their own essays that Katsuki was sure already past one or so days their dues.

"Shitty hair," He called when no one responded to his invitation.

"Oh!" Kirishima, his best friend since they were in their first year of high school, glanced at him for a second before his eyes were glued back on his laptop screen again, "I need to ask for permission first, bro."

"What? The fuck- what are you, twelve?" Katsuki frowned, "Last time I checked, you don't have to ask for your parent's permission when it comes to these kinds of shits." He added, confused.

Kirishima laughs, "Not my parents. They don't really give a damn about what I do out here as long as I have good grades."

"I fucking know that. Duh," The ash-blond man rolled his eyes, "That's why I'm confused why do you need to ask for a goddamn permission. Permission from whom?" He asked the other as he slightly leaned on their table, an almost permanent frown on his face.

Kirishima grins at him before saying, "From my girlfriend, Mina."

Katsuki tilts his head a little to the side because of that. He started staring at the red-haired man (Katsuki still can't figure out the reason why their school keeps letting his best friend inside their university when he has that obnoxious, shitty fucking hair--) as if he's trying to solve a very difficult equation presented in front of him.

He was about to ask what he meant by that -- about why the fuck does Kirishima need Ashido's, shitty hair's girlfriend or Ashido Mina, permission-- when Kaminari, another one of his friends since high school, joined the conversation.

"Oh, oh! Me, too! I have to ask Jirou first if I can go out with you, guys!" The fake blond informed them before peeking at Sero's laptop screen, who was sitting beside him and another one of Katsuki's oldest friends from high school. "Oh, god. You're already halfway done! How'd you do that?!"

Sero pushed Kaminari's face away from him and his laptop while chuckling,"Because I'm smarter than you, and hm... Gonna have to ask Shouto, too,man."

Katsuki all but stared at them like they were saying something alien to himand... and they were. They were saying things he could not comprehend, not thathe really ever has an easy time understanding these idiots in a normal day,but God-- he was having one of the hardest times of his lifeunderstanding these idiots right at this moment.

It feels like they are all talking gibberish.

"What the... why the fuck do you need to ask for y'all partner'spermissions? What the hell? We're just going to a bar for some good drink andthen go the fuck home after?" The ash-blond frowned harder as he stared atthem.

The other three exchange glances like they are having a silent conversation,which Katsuki finds annoying especially at this rate where it feels like theyknow something he clearly didn't fucking know before Kirishima starts.

"Because like what you said, they are our 'partners', bro. We can't just do whatever the hell we want, especially when going out and having fun. We're not 'single' people. The three of us are in a committed relationship, and besides, there's nothing wrong about asking your partner for their permissions and such." The red-haired explained.