Who're We to Say? - a kiribaku fic

Is this fun?

A/n yeah most of this story is gonna be in bakugou's pov so like  deal? Idk here's the chapter.

Bakugou pov

God damned Pikachu Bitch.

"Hey guys where are you two off to?"
"None of your fucking business now let Shitty Hair go." I growl at him hoping he'll listen.
"Come on Kami! Let go!"

He whispers something to Shitty Hair and he freezes up glancing in my direction so I do my best to listen in on their conversation.

'Dude why are you even going with him? He's seriously an ass.'
'Look he had a rough night yesterday and I want to cheer him up if this helps then I'll do it.' I knew it all he did was pity me.
'So you're just doing this out of pity?'
'No not entirely.'
'Alright just be safe. You know how Mina gets when she doesn't know where you are.'
'Yeah[inaudible].'
'Shit you're right well good luck Kiri.'
'I don't need luck.'

"Shitty Hair, hurry the fuck up or I'm leaving without you." Pikachu gave him a look of 'see I told you' Kirishima just shrugged and walked back up to me.

We exit the gate and walk to the train station I pay for two tickets as Kirishima grabs two bags of shrimp chips and hands me the spicy ones. We get on the train and I open my bag.

"How'd you know I like these?"
"I saw an empty bag in your trash can last night."
"Fuck you did? What else did you see when I was on the balcony crying like a little bitch?"
"That drawing. It was really good how long did it take?"
"Three hours. Like I said you weren't supposed to see it."
"Not to push but, why?"
"Because it's personal. I basically drew myself." (Furry, lmao I'm sorry)
"Oh. Well let's just focus on having a good day."
"Yeah before that though seeing as we'll be on this train a while I want to make something clear."
"Go ahead."
"Do you just pity me? This question has been eating away at me ever since we started talking."
"I feel bad for you and you're situation, yes, but I truly enjoy talking to you. I don't do it out of pity."
"What about Pikachu fucker, Raccoon Eyes?"
"Denki, isn't that open to me hanging out with you. Mina doesn't mind you she just worries when I leave without her knowing."
"She like your girlfriend or something?" Wait why the fuck did I ask that!? "Nevermind don't answer that." Well that was about as smooth as extra chunky peanut butter.
"We're just friends, I'm just friends with everyone in 1-A!" He grins and puts a thumbs up in front of his chest. Just friends just friends just friends just- a hand on my shoulder snaps me back.
"Bro you good?" He looked at me worriedly
"Yeah I'm fantastic." I semi-snap at him. Fucker doesn't know how he's breaking me from the inside out. I smile at him and shove some shrimp chips in my mouth the spice instantly sending tingles down my spine.

Kirishima turns to look out the window and I pull a small sketchbook from my bag. 6"x 8" a perfect travel size. I look at the back of his head and replicate his hair down onto the paper. It's a simple doodle us walking together in the snow, but something about it just brings me peace. He turns to me and I move my hand away letting him look at it.

"I wish I could draw like that it's really good! Though why is my hair down?"
"It looks better like that. I might actually call you Kirishima."
"Really?!"
"Who knows." I shrug and smirk in his direction. He elbows me playfully.
"Jerk, come on just for today?" He asks with his hands folded at is chest giving me big pleading eyes.
"Fine just for today, Kirishima."

He smiled and I scowled back not really meaning it. He laughed and I looked away for one second to turn back seeing him shove his hand into my chips.

"Kirishima I swear to All Might. If you don't get your hand out that bag you won't have a hand after today."
"I bought 'em I can have one."
"You have your own!"
"Mine aren't spicy!"
"Fuckin fine! Only one."
"Okay, only one."