The Way It Should Be {A KiriBaku Fanfic}

Chapter Ten - What The Fuck?

Katsuki was laying in the new bed he would be occupying it for a month. Outside was dark and the house was quiet. Not a single sound heard or made and it almost made it eerie.

He sat up, causing the orange and green blanket he had fall off his chest. He sat there wondering, why did Kirishima agree in the first place?

     'It's obvious I hurt him but he doesn't do a damn thing about it.' And most if not all of the time, he hurts him on accident.

He dragged his hands down his face. 'I need water.' He threw the blanket off of his legs and planted his feet on the cold floor, which caused him to shiver before standing up and walking out of the room. He wandered the house, looking for the kitchen when he realized Kirishima told him where it was earlier. He curse to himself as his feet headed to it. He opened the door and had to squint at the sudden light.

"Oh, hey Bakugou? Why are you up?" asked a familiar voice. He scowled and closed his eyes.

"Why is that damn light so fucking bright?" Katsuki whined. Kirishima lets out a chuckle.

"It LED. I had them installed throughout the house."

"Why?"

"Because it lasts longer than a regular light bulb. Meaning I get to save money," he explained. 'Damn, that's actually kinda smart.'

"Whatever." He opened his eyes to let them adjust to the light. He squinted while heading to the kitchen sink, looking through the cabinets before finally landing on a cup and run cool tap water in it.

"I guess that answers my question," Kirishima commented. Bakugou turned to him.

"What the fuck are you awake?" he asked coldly. Eijirou smiled warmly at him.

"No reason. I just couldn't sleep. So I've been working out in the sunroom and cafe in here," he said. Katsuki suddenly noticed how sweaty Kirishima was and how his hair was tied back. He wore a long sleeved shirt that stuck to his torso like tape and basket ball shorts with his crocs. Those damn red crocs he had since high school. They're a little worn and dirtier than Katsuki had remember them to be. He look away, already feeling the heat involuntarily rising to his cheeks.

     "Whatever. I just wanted some fucking water," Bakugou breathed as he walked towards the slide door.

"Goodnight. Now don't bother me."

     "Goodnight Bakubro!" He said way to enthusiastic. He turned to Kirishima again.

     "I thought you dropped that nickname in high school."

     "Nope! Neither did, Denki, Mina, or Hanta!" He gave Bakugou a big toothy grin that made him want to curl up in a ball in Kirishimas arms, but Katsuki didn't recognize the names.

     "Who the fuck are they?" he prompted. Eijirou chuckled before biting his lip and pressing his thumb against his chin.

     "Hmm, let's see," he muttered. "You refereed to them as umm, 'dunce face' or 'Pikachu' and the other day, 'Calamari Dipshit'," he laughed, "'pinky' or 'nosey bastard', and 'stupid tape dispenser' or 'plain face'." He chuckled when it clicked.

     "Oh. Use their last names next time," the blond scoffed. "And pikachu actually works at my shit office. And I saw tape dispenser a few weeks ago," he shivered. "He was sucking off pikachus face and now I'm fucking scarred." Kirishima laughed.

     "Haha, yeah that's to be expected because they're engaged." Katsuki's mouth dropped to the floor.

     "Shit, really?" The words tumbled out unwillingly but he nodded.