Careless (Kiribaku/Bakushima)

➐ Gratifying and Sugary ➐

╳ BAKUGOU KATSUKI ╳

Bakugou first got the feeling that camping might actually end up being a nightmare about five minutes after he parked the truck...and it was all thanks to Sero's stupid ass!

They got to their destination without another incident (Mina fucking vomiting everywhere) and they took a few moments to breath some fresh air, unaware that these would be their last minutes of peace for a while.

"SERO, WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!"

The raven-haired boy bit his bottom lip, looking at the mess of stuff packed in the back of the truck with brows dipped low.

Bakugou just couldn't fucking believe it when the truck was stationed in a free-to-park area for hiking and camping, and Sero admitted that they would actually have to sort through all the stuff in the back since half of it was just randomness from his brother. Bakugou couldn't believe that Sero hadn't done it himself before the others and his even showed up his house and wasted Bakugou and Kirishima's time by having them load unorganized, completely useless crap.
Now, they were faced with three too many sleeping bags, useless hunks of tent pieces, some of which didn't even belong to any of the tents, and countless piles of shit they couldn't use! Was Sero just stupid? He asked his brother for all his camping stuff and he didn't think he'd be presented with some unnecessary shit? Or was he just too damn lazy and figured a little extra crap wouldn't hurt?

Because that was fucking wrong. Now they were all being forced to stand in the heat, uncomfortably digging through a mass of whatever to fish out all the stuff they would actually need. To say the very least, Bakugou wasn't pleased.

"Sero, why the fuck didn't you do this before we even got to your house?!" Bakugou spat in his direction. "This is a complete waste of our time! You said you had everything planned out, you fucking liar!"

"Katsuki!" Bakugou whipped his head to the side and glared at Kaminari, mouth figuratively foaming. The Tuscany-haired boy's brows were dipped deep and frown was tight, giving him a completion that screeched "disappointed", well, fuck him too then. He pointed towards a clump of trees a ways away from the truck, "Go over there!"

Part of Bakugou wanted to tantrum even more at the fact he was being sent to time-out like a bratty toddler, kicking his legs and screaming up an unattractive storm, but he became the better man and followed Kaminari's order because he didn't want to be on two of his friend's bad sides.

As he made his way to the trees, he stomped as loudly as he could, crushing dry leaves and twigs under his stormy feet. He didn't stop at the tree Kaminari had singled out as his time-out corner, which were only five or six meters from the truck, just enough to keep Bakugou out of trouble. No, that wasn't good enough for him. He went right past them further into the forest, wading through bushes and ducking under low branches.

Why? Because he was a brat who wanted to prove a point. What was his point? He honestly didn't know.

He discovered a half-buried boulder a ways into the trees, where he was flawlessly quarantined from his friends, none of which took his sides with him and Sero's mild argument when it was so painfully obvious he'd done something wrong. The boulder he had found made a pretty terrible seat, stiff and even sharp in some places, but it was better than the dirty ground.

And he sat, huffing loudly and crossing his arms. His knees bounced and teeth grit, the pure frustration he possessed coursing through his bloodstream like steroids. He wanted to scream it all out then and there, maybe punch an innocent plant or two, but his friends would probably all think that he was getting mauled by a bear so he just plucked a handful of bright leaves off a nearby tree branch and silently ripped them to shreds, scowling.