Splash Green

3

Bakugo seems surprised to see me on his bed when he exits the bathroom.
  "You need somethin?"
  "Well, yeah actually, I have some questions, and I don't have your number because it's not in the group chat."
  Bakugo looks shocked, "Group chat?" I nod,
  "Wait, you didn't know the team made a group chat?"
  "Not really popular with the team." Dang, the team disliked Bakugo enough to leave him out of the group chat? I inhale sharply, what if he found my clothes while he was looking for his. I don't feel any pity for Bakugo, only anger for our shitty teammates.
  "So they hate us both huh?"
  "They hate me, you just make them uncomfortable, if they hated you they'd jerk it when you're on shower cleaning duty and leave it there as a gift." He lays on the bed next to me, " 'Nuff with the sad shit, you have questions?" Yeah, I did, most not the same as before, but questions none the less, I decide to stay away from the newer ones, they'd only piss the blond off.
  "So, where did you come from?" He thinks for a moment,
  "Born in the ocean, my Mom nearly didn't make it in time to get to the water." He holds up his hand thumb and forefinger a dime's width apart, "This close to being human."
  "So, you have to be born in the water to be a mermaid?" Bakugo nods,
  "You can even have human parents and still be one of us fuckers."
  "Are your parents human?"
  "No, well, my father is, my Mother is like me." I rest my chin on my hand,
  "Can you all change back and forth, between fin, and legs?"
  "No, only ones with human parents, or parent, can, it's too difficult for full mermaids, withdrawals from the water, the suns too bright for them, and their stomachs can only process shit from the ocean, the deep ocean where they live."
  "Can you be a mermaid of you're born in a bathtub?" Bakugo goes silent,
  "I dunno, I think it just has to be filled with salt water."
  "What about lake water?"
  "Mm, no, that's how you birth a siren, but there's other shit you gotta do too."
  My interest had peaked, "A Siren?" I hear Bakugo swallow,
  "Yeah, all asshole women, they all share some shitty curse, they can't change however, but they get to lakes to have more young like salmon do, but mostly they stay far out in the ocean."
  "Are they dangerous?" The blond shrugs,
  "Nah, not if I'm around, but don't go near any lakes around the winter solstice, just in case." I lean forward, my elbows digging into my knees,
  "So, for sure they can't change?"
  "Scared?" He scoffs at me,
  "No," I snap, I hear a sigh,
  "You have nothing to fear Kirishima, I've never heard of a siren changing." I still don't like it, now I know how much danger I was in as a child, now I didn't have the blissful ignorance like before. "You okay Shitty hair?" I roll my eyes,
  "Yeah, Shitty hair is fine." I grumble, Bakugo sits up and his hand guides my face to look at his,
  "I mean it Kirishima," his hand goes back to his lap,
  "I mean it too, I'm fine, just kinda processing the fact that not only do mermaids exist, but also creepy witch fish." I hear a chuckle,
  "Sounds like you need a blunt." I push my hands through my hair, and softly laugh.
  "So, does it mess you up if you smoke?"
  He shrugs, "Nope, not weed, but cigarettes are too harsh on the gils when I change."
   "And you can control the change?"
   "Yep, well, to an extent, I have to be in water, but that doesn't mean I can't swim without going half fish, it takes some concentration but I can stay leggy, I actually have more control than most others, even my Mom, she can hardly take a bath without getting fishy." I nod, that's interesting,
  "Do you inherit better control?" A shake of his head,
  "Nope, you just have to practice, a ton."
  "Does Midorya know about this?"
  "Sadly,"
  "Sadly?"
  "He thinks it brings us closer an shit, I honestly don't care."
  "Ah,"
  "What?"
  "Nothing, just, okay?" An eyebrow is stiffly jerked up in my direction.
  "Alright, any more questions?"
  "Do fire quirks work under water?"
  "Explosions do." Not what I asked but okay,
  "Well, I think that's it, I'll go now," I stand and tug the zipper up on my jacket, Bakugo looks at me like I'm an annoyingly buzzing fly,
  "You don't have to go, s'late, I can pull out the cot from the closet." We look at each other,
  "What about your parents?" A shrug,
  "What about them, they don't care just don't wreck our shit." Boy I'll wreck your shit.
What? That was unexpected,
  "Uh, I won't mess with your parents stuff."
  "But you'll mess with mine?" There's that glint in his eyes, and I'm smacked by his cocky smirk.
Absofuckinglutely,
  "What? No, nah, I mean I might mess with your action figures but that's it." Damnit he still looks like that smugass meme cat.
  "Okay," nonchalant, of course he was nonchalant, he couldn't hear the shit suddenly popping up in my head.
  "Well we have an early day tomorrow, time to sleep," I plunk onto the floor and lay like a French girl until a pillow smacks my face, "Hey!" I yelp,
  "I don't have any morning classes so I'm fine, but aren't you forgetting something?"
  Fuck is it my pants?
Nope, even my fly was up,
  "Eh,"
  "There's a cot dumbass."
Right
I take a breather as Bakugo fetches the cot, trying to sort through my racing brain.
  Bakugo is a bro, Bros do not have weird thoughts about bros, except for like once where it's okay because curiosity is weird.
What the hell am I talking about, I'm a gay bastard, I only have weird thoughts about bros.
I was not helping myself, boundary time.
  Bakugo was completely off limits, I didn't have time to be anything more than a buddy to the blond, I already saw him like three times a day. That was enough, plus Bakugo was mean, callous, and
  "Rude, definitely."
  "The hell did you just say Shitty hair?"
  "Oh!" I scramble back up to my feet, pillow in hand,
  "Talking about my cat,"
  "Your cat?"
  "Yeah!" He seemed to be buying it,
  "What's it's name?"
  "Eric,"
  "You named it after your fish?" Oh shit,
  "No, I was talking about my fish in the first place." Bakugo hauls the cot into the room.
"Why'd you say cat then?"
  "You startled me, I just panicked."
  "Why did I startle you if you're talking about a fish?"
  "How'd you know I have a fish?" He sets down the cot and unfolds it,
  "It's a red and blue Beta, you had it with another Beta named Sally, but he ate her and you were out of school for three days, missing practice." Damn him and his answers, "but, why were you talking about a fish?"
  Think fast Kirishima,
  "I forgot to feed the bastard after practice, I'm trying not to guilt trip myself." A loud scoff,
  "I'm sure one of the airheads from earlier will feed him, they probably thought you got taken to jail."
Wow, my friends, they exist,
  "Oh shit, they're probably losing it, I gotta go back."
  "Or, you could text them, and not let my cot dragging be a waste."
  "My phone's in my car, it'll be easier if I just go."
  "Kirishima, lay the hell down." I stop pacing, I realize I actually was pacing aswell. "Just text them tomorrow," Bakugo grabs my hand and pulls me onto the cot. Pinning my hands above my head he get close enough that our noses brush together, "Now, stay here and let me sleep, if you so much as drape your leg over the side of this cot before dawn I'll drag you into that bed."
  "That's a bad thing?"
  "I'm a cuddler," he growls sarcastically.
  "Then fear for your life if you drag me up there." Bakugo hesitates, his eyes drifting to the bed, "Scared?" I quip, my usual grin earns a hard look from Bakugo.
  "You wish," he grunts, we meet each others eyes, both of us breathe, in, out, in, my leg slides to the edge of the bed. There's that damn shine again, my foot hits the floor with a thunk.
  "You motherfu-"