"You moron!" I leaped to my feet as Kirishima sprinted away. "I thought you were about to tell me!" I chased after him in hot pursuit. He's slower than the last time I chased him. "I'm sorry Bakugou! Just leave me alone!" Maybe his bag was slowing him down. "What the hell, Kirishima?" I tried to catch a reaction. I got one. He glanced back at me, only to trip over a root. The contents of his bag spilled, which were a few educational books. And his notebook that he was scribbling in a few days earlier. "Nng.." Kirishima groaned and rolled onto his back, "That was mean." He rubbed his side tenderly. I stood over him threateningly. "You cheated me out of your explanation. There's no way your escaping now," I dropped to my knees and placed a few fingers on the area he was rubbing. I applied a little pressure, "Ouch!"and he jerked away. "It hurts?" I didn't make eye contact with him. "It's not a new bruise. Don't worry you didn't cause i.." he trailed off when he realized my intention. "So you are getting hurt outside of the academy," I grinned in triumph. "A-Ah no! It's not like that. Sports remember?" He fumbled for an excuse.
"It was Kaichi."
"It was not!"
I glared at him, unwilling to show my confusion. "Kaichi has been behind me ever since eighth grade, he would never hurt me on purpose," He frowned. "Behind you..?" I almost snorted. "Not like that!" A red hue spread along his face, "I'm serious Bakugou..ah!" He glanced at the sky. The sun was almost gone. "I'm so dead!" Fresh tears lined his eyes. How pretty. "I haven't even packed my things..and not mention I left half of my assignments back in my locker and if i'm late they.." He snapped his eyes open to stare at me with an infuriated expression. His eyes burned holes through my skin. I felt my body instinctively shudder. "This..This is all your fault!" He twisted and frantically gathered his lost possessions, stuffing them back into his bag. For the first time in a long time, I was actually afraid to shoot back a comment. His mood changed so suddenly. He's angry at me. But..I can feel something else. "What is my fault?" I grabbed his shoulders and spun him around. I can feel fear. "It's your fault that they're going to be mad at me," He began to shake, and he placed a hand on my wrist. Does he want comfort? I can tell this is not the time to make cruel comments or jokes. "Who's 'they?'"
I spotted a drop of rain land square on Kirishima's nose. He flinched a little, and I felt my heart squeeze. God he's cu...disgusting. He lifted his dazzling red eyes and made direct eye contact with me. Slowly, he took my wrists in his hands and placed them by my sides. He stared at me dreamily for what felt like the longest time. Then finally, "My parents." He released his gentle hold on my wrists. And there it was. I understand now. Kirishima may be being abused by his parents. I felt a knot well up in my throat, and I met eyes with the radiant red haired boy. Tears streamed steadily down his cheeks, yet a small smile was painted on his features. He knows i've figured it out. "Kiris..." My sentence trailed off. His hair. Holy fucking fuck his hair. It's down. Oh my god he's beautiful. I clenched my shirt and tried not to stare. "Being here right now. This earns me a pretty good beating..." He ruffled his bangs out of his hair, but they fell right back down into his face. Over his eyes. I don't know what to say to him. Why do I care? "No need to say anything, Bakugou." Kirishima said in a low, scratchy sounding voice. I need to say something. This is pretty serious. "You could always report them. I'll fucking report them for you," I growled roughly. "No. They're still my parents..."
"You really are a fucking idiot."
"I know."
"Loser."
"Yeah."
"..Do you have all your books?"
"I do." Kirishima shot me a sad smile. I can tell the thought of going home reached his mind again. Suddenly reaching out, he wrapped his arms around me tightly. "I'll see you Monday, Bakugou. Don't worry too much about me!" He added some dry humor to still me. Not aware of my own actions, I reached up and held the back of his head against my shoulder. His hair is very soft..i've always wanted to feel it. He pulled away quickly with a blush plastered on his face. Idiot..."Goodbye!" He gave me a sharky grin and darted to the dorms to gather his things. I need some time to let this soak in...
