Homework Club

I suddenly hate weekends

"Fuuuuuuuck. You gotta help me Kirishima." I groaned into the phone that was pressed to my ear. I heared him laugh before answering. "I don't know what to do for you, man. Looks like your stuck with so called 'Icyhot and Deku.'" I groaned once again. "Look," he spoke again. "I'm comming over tomorrow. Let's just talk about it then. Right?" I sighed. "Fine. Bye."
"See ya, bro." The line cut off.

I stared at the blank screen before launching it across the room. I heared the impact of the object hitting the wall and whinced. I should probably check if it's broken. I lifted my head and immediately let it flop back down. Nope. Waaay too much physical activity. Jeez, I swear to god. This Saturday is the first where I have not enjoyed it at all.

Icyhot got into my head. I keep putting myself in his position, wondering if things are okay, and contemplating whether or not to follow them home and pound his dad for all the shit he's put that family through.

This has not been a normal Saturday. For the first time, it me hours to get to sleep.

***

I woke up the next morning to something screaming. I sat bolt upright, partially ready to cut a hoe, but relaxed slightly when I saw my alarm clock flashing. I sighed and went downstairs without turning it off.

As I walked into the kitchen, Breakfast was already being prepared. "Morning, Katsuki." My mother greeted me. "Yeah, whatever." I walked past her and began shuffling through the knife drawer. "Oi, where's that big-ass knife we use to cut up meat?" I asked. She handed me the utensil over her shoulder and I went upstairs.

I kicked my bedroom door open, causing it to nearly break off it's hinges. I looked at the horrible demon on my bedside table. "I fucking hate you." I muttered before stabbing the monstrosity with the knife. I did this until the horrible noise was over. "Uhh, bad time?"

I turned around to see an amused looking Kirishima standing in the doorway. "The bitch put me on guard at nine o'clock in the morning. It deserved what it got." He laughed. "Whatever you say, Bakugou. Your mom has breakfast ready, by the way." I felt my stomach growl at the sentance and walked out of the room, grabbing a shirt on the way out. We ate in general silence, but I knew better than to think it was going to last very long. Kirishima always comes on Sundays and we always watch Glee until our eyes glaze over. I think we've watched Finn and Rachel break up and get back together at least a thousand times by now. But does that stop us from singing along to every number they do and scream every time a slight argument happens between a couple?

Fuck no.

I will admit, it's not the coolest thing, but dear god, I want to bask in the unrealistic teenage drama, dammit.

So that's what we did. It was about five in the evening when it started pissing with rain. Right in the middle of one of Santana's solos, my mother yelled up the stairs. "KATSUKI! FUCKING TELL ME WHEN YOU'RE EXPECTING SOMEONE! I COULD'VE PREPARED HIM DINNER!" I growled.
"THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, YOU HAG?!"

I turned to the door to see her standing with a drenched Icyhot. A dark bruise was forming on his right cheek and he was refusing eye contact with anyone. "OI, GET HIM A FUCKING TOWEL, ARE YOU INSANE?!" I shouted again. "BE MORE RESPECTFUL! I'M STILL YOUR MOTHER!" She walked off then, moments later, threw a towel at my face. "DON'T THROW SHIT AT ME!" I got up and closed my bedroom door and handed Icyhot the towel.

Kirishima coughed. "Well, It's pretty late. I told mom I'd be home soon. I'll get going. See you tomorrow, man." I silently begged Kirishima not to go because I knew what had happened and I can't comfort people for shit. But, despite my silent pleas, he left the room and I could faintly hear the front door close. I looked at Icyhot,  who was now drying his wet hair. I didn't have the slightest idea what to say, bacause god knows what he went through so in a moment of brilliance, I said, "What the fuck happened to you?"

He looked up then went back to drying himself. "My dad." He muttered. I rolled my eyes, because I am seemingly lacking every but of sensitivity that normal people have. "Yeah, I figured as much. What did that bastard do to you?" I sat next to him on the bed. He sighed.

"He found some of my pictures, alright? He found them and they exposed something for me then he beat the shit out of me. Now I'm second guessing my entire existance and why I'm here and wondering what would happen if I just disappeared. Happy?" By the end of that, he looked like he was about to cry. I stayed silent, letting everything he said sink in. From what I got, his old man found some personal pictures that exposed a huge-ass secret, did some jackass shit (no suprise) no ones happy about it.

"What was the picture of?" He immediately turned red. "Nothing you need to know." He muttered. I rolled my eyes. "Fine. But I'm going to find out one way or another. I suppose you're staying here for the night?" I raised an eyebrow. He smiled weakly, and my stomach flipped. Okay, concerning. "If that's okay?"

I stuck my head out if the door. "OI! HELP ME SET UP AN EXTRA BED HE'S STAYING THE NIGHT!" I could have sworn I heard Icyhot laugh.

And that is the story of how I was permanently traumatized from weekends.