Crimson Eyes

Chapter 24

This is all just fluff. All two thousand two hundred eleven of them. Enjoy it while you remember that my fics always have balance. 

"So," I trailed off awkwardly. "What'd we do now?" 

Bakugou or Katsuki or whatever I was supposed to call him now, laughed at my question. "We eat breakfast. Your mom's working this weekend, right?" I nodded while he stood from the bed. "Then let's go." 

He is way too casual about this, I thought as I watched him walk out of the room. I turned my head as Eijirou walked over to where I was still seated at Katsuki's desk. He offered me a hand, a warm smile on his face. 

"This is... gonna be really weird, isn't it?" I asked, placing my hand in his and allowing him to pull me to my feet. 

He laughed at my question, holding my hand as he led me towards the kitchen. "Dating Katsuki definitely takes some time to get used to." 

"Does he just... laugh like that all the time around you?" I asked him as he walked. 

"Mhm," he hummed in reply. 

Just as we reached the bottom of the stairs we heard the sound of glass shattering and Katsuki yelling "Fuck!" at the top of his lungs. I winced at the loud noise, my head still killing me.

"What'd you break this time?" Eijirou called, much softer than Katsuki had yelled, as we finally entered the kitchen, the blond was nowhere in sight. 

"Fucking bowl," I heard him grumble and realized he was crouched down behind the kitchen island. Eijirou nudged me towards a stool at said island and walked around to help clean up. 

I let my head drop into my hands. I had tried to ignore my headache for as long as I could, my anger and hurt overtaking the physical pain of it, but now there was nothing I could do against the sharp throb. "Next time you break something, can you try not to yell about it?" I asked in defeat. 

"Why do you care if I yell?" I heard him respond, as well as the twinkling of glass shards hitting each other. 

"Killer migraine." I wasn't even sure if he could understand what I'd said, because it was pretty much just a groan of pain. 

After a moment, in which I assumed Eijirou had explained about my head, he said in a quiet voice, "Shit, I didn't know." 

"You're fine," I said, waving him off although he probably didn't see it. 

"Here," a plate was slid in front of me with French toast on it. "You should eat." 

As soon as the fork was in my hand, I was scarfing it down. I hadn't realized how starving I was until food was right in front of my face. I heard both boys laughing at me, but I didn't care about anything other than that French toast. 

"You know," I said in between bites. "Everyone else was completely wrong before." 

"About what?" the redhead asked, his head tilted in confusion. 

I swallowed the piece I had just been chewing before I responded. "Kacchan's love language isn't bullying, it's cooking." 

I watched as the blond crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the counter behind him. "Whatever." 

"Do you admit it?" I pestered him more, pointing my empty fork at him. 

"Do I have to?" His brow was raised as he asked. 

"Yes." 

"Fine then, I admit it or whatever," Katsuki said, rolling his eyes and handing Eijirou a clean plate so he could grab food.