Mayhem (BNHAxmale!Reader[2])

Chapter Seven: Asshole

Bakugou wrapped his sweatshirt around his waist and pulled his backpack over his shoulder. He met up with Kirishima before they both on the train to the southwest countryside. Todoroki and (Y/n) left the night before, and it was safer if they didn't all travel together. 

"Bro!" Kirishima called to the normally loud blond, grinning widely, "are you excited for the next step?"

It sounded docile enough. It wasn't threatening, so that was good. The last thing they need was for someone to hear them talking about actual plans and for that person to call authorities. Especially since they were moving to a more suburban area. The main downside of taking the fight out there was that there were less hiding places than before. 

There was also the factor that the League of Villains was no longer involved with them directly. More specifically, the League of Villains was no longer at their back. They had to be a little more cautious at this point, it was just the four of them. 

That's what Bakugou wanted to think. After (Y/n) had basically left them in the dust for those months, Bakugou lost some of his trust in his leader. He'd still follow (Y/n) Aizawa anywhere and everywhere, but there was this voice cautioning him against it that wasn't there before. Bakugou wanted to feel disgusted with himself for this, for doubting (Y/n), but how was he supposed to feel?

The bombastic blond couldn't believe that Kirishima would just follow him like a lost puppy again just like that. He knew that Todoroki was absolutely love-sick, but Bakugou just could not comprehend the tall male's thought process when he forgave (Y/n) so easily. Was he really the only one who had these thoughts? I mean, he left us once without a second thought— who's to say he won't just do it again?

"Yeah" Bakugou responded gruffly, "sure, I guess. Things have been hectic in a different way, so I'm almost looking forward to this change."

Kirishima knew something had to be up with the male in front of him. Bakugou had been acting strangely before, but Kirishima figured they all were, with (Y/n)'s absence and all. What set off the real red flags was when Bakugou didn't return to normal when their leader returned. 

Kirishima was Bakugou's best friend. He knew it. Bakugou knew it. It was a fact that wasn't debatable. Kirishima followed Bakugou into battle, into trouble, and he followed him into this without a second thought. Sure, they were stupid high school students back then, but even now Kirishima was positive he'd do it again. He'd still follow Bakugou, and he knew that at this point Bakugou would follow him too. 

This all required an unwavering trust, which Kirishima knew was there. That said, he knew Bakugou had a hard time opening up. Kirishima knew he'd have to pry to get the information he wanted out of his best friend. He wished it wasn't that way, but that's just how Bakugou was— and no matter how much he mentally complained, that's just how Kirishima liked it.

The two of them waited for the train without another word afterward. Kirishima felt haunted, almost. The silence between them wasn't unusual, it happened. The thing is, that silence was always comfortable. They were enjoying the company, a joke had just been told, things like that when there's no way to add on and they don't need to. This, though, was torture. He hated this silence. This kind of quiet was bad and something was wrong and for some reason, Kirishima felt like he shouldn't ask. This is so wrong... What the hell..?

"Hey," Kirishima uttered when the two of them got settled on the train, "Bakubro, are you okay?"

Bakugou gave him this unfamiliar look. It was a spaced out type of thing, he supposed. Kirishima got a chill.

"What?" Bakugou sounded taken aback, and the fact that he thought he could play dumb lowkey pissed the redhead off.

"Don't play stupid, Katsuki," Kirishima grumbled quietly, "you know what I mean. You're the only one who hasn't gone back to normal."