Favorite Singer [Kiribaku, DISCONTINUED]

Drums

Kirishima's POV

I came out of the bathroom, my hair already dry and up. I came out shirtless, because my shirt was kinda dirty and needed to be washed.

As I walked out, I noticed Bakugou standing in the kitchen. "Hey Bakugou!" I chirped, smiling widely.

Bakugou turned around looking at me, and literally almost fell down. Was he okay? Is he sick? His face was red and he looked like he had trouble standing up.

"Are you okay? Are you sick?"
I said, clearly concerned. "Kinda think of it, you always wear light clothes, so you could've easily caught a cold."

He was staring at my body.

For some reason I suddenly felt embarrassed.

I'm standing shirtless in front of the person I like.

Does he hate me now? Does he think I'm a weirdo? Does he-

"Holy fucking shit you're ripped-" he mumbled quietly, but I heard it. After he realized what he said, he covered his mouth with his hand. "I mean, whatever, weirdo."

I chuckled a nervous chuckle, feeling a bit uncomfortable because of Bakugou's staring. "Yeah- well, I work out a lot. Also I play the drums a lot too, so that kinda explains the muscles in my arms, I guess."

When I mentioned drums, Bakugou's eyes finally left my chest and he looked into my eyes. "Drums?"

"Yeah! Drums is probably one of my favorite instruments to play."

My favorite top 3 instruments were drums, the ukulele, and the piano. Pretty basic, but those instruments are all really different, and help me make a variety of music. With drums I can make heavy music, maybe rock or even rap would sound good. With the ukulele I can make fast paced songs, which sound happy and lively. And with the piano I can make slow and sad songs, to truly show I feel during my darkest moments.

Bakugou seemed to think for a moment, then huffed, looking at the ground now. "Whatever- just get a damn shirt on."

My cheeks were tinted pink, and I nodded, walking away to my room.

Putting on a sweatshirt, I glanced at my arms, noticing the cuts.

He didn't see them.

I sighed, thankful that he wasn't paying attention to my arms. I should really be more careful, and not just walk around shirtless. Can't risk anyone discovering what a failure I am.

"What the actual fuck are you doing in there so long?" I heard coming from the kitchen.

I shook my head slightly, realizing that I must've spaced out and have been a long time in here.

Smirking, I said "Why? Do you miss me?"

I heard a thud, and laughed. "I'm kidding!!" I said, walking back out. "Of course you missed me." I grinned at Bakugou, his face red.

I'm seriously worried about his health.

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Bakugou's POV

I hate this fucking idiot so much for toying with my feelings. 'Do you miss me' my ass.

I sat down on the couch, taking my phone out, scrolling through it mindlessly. Shitty Hair sat on the other end of the couch, taking his phone out too. We sat in silence, until he spoke up.

"Hey, so when I mentioned that I played drums I noticed that you looked kind of surprised. Why?" He said, looking up from his phone into my eyes.