Neither A Hero Nor A Villain - A BNHA Fanfic

Chapter 56

Third Person's POV:

Kirishima Eijirou stood in front of the Bakugou's household, gulping at the size of it. He never knew that his 'close friend' lived in such a huge house. Now that he thought about it, he didn't really know anything about him. Well...except for his fiery personality, quirk, and his love for spicy food, of course.

But today, he was gonna change all of that.

He took a deep breath, calming himself down before knocking twice. He then waited patiently for someone to open it.

To his surprise, the door swung open in less than a few second later, revealing Katsuki in a skirt...wait, what?!

Kirishima blinked. And blinked again. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not seeing things. "...Bakubro?"

The similar-looking Bakugou laughed. "We may look similar, but I'm his mother. Call me Mitsuki."

Kirishima blushed at his mistake. "S-Sorry about that. You're looked like the exact copy of him, only slightly more...feminine."

Mitsuki gestured him to come in. "I take that as a compliment. So, are you here for my son?"

Kirishima took off his shoes and nodded. "Yeah. All the boys in our class are meeting up at the school pool for an endurance training. It's a bit last minute, but I've decided to ask Bakubro— I mean, your son to join us."

"Oh, in that case, just drag him out. That kid needs to socialize more." Mitsuki smiled at the red-haired boy. "Thank you for being my son's friend. He's lucky to have someone like you."

He shook his head with a smile. "It's the opposite, really. I'm the one who should be lucky to be friends with him." He scratched his cheek. "Well...if he actually think of me as his friend."

After receiving the directions, Kirishima quickly headed to Katsuki's room. He knocked on the door. "Bakubro, it's me!"

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Silence.

Kirishima furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He knocked again, this time a little harder. "Bakubro! It's me, Kirishima! I'm here to pick you up—!"

The door slammed open, almost hitting the red-haired boy in the face if he didn't step back in time.

Katsuki was glaring at him hard. "Can you tone it down a little, Shitty Hair?! I heard you the first time," he whisper-yelled.

"Then why didn't you answer?"

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. "I was taking a damn shower." The wet towel was still hung around his neck, along with the droplets of water that was still dripping down from his spiky ash-blond hair.

Kirishima chuckled. "Did I interrupt your me-time?"

"Fuck no. Stop being weird." Katsuki stepped aside, giving enough space for him to enter his room.

Kirishima accepted his offer and stepped in, gasping in awe at how minimalistic his friend's bedroom was. He then noticed that the curtains was shut tightly. "You should really get some light in the room."

"Wait—!"

Kirishima opened the curtains before Katsuki could stop him, letting the bright sunlight fill the entire room.

"Hurry up and close them, Shitty Hair!" he whisper-yelled.

"Why—?" Kirishima froze when he noticed something moving under Katsuki's blanket.