The Definition of Red [A KiriBaku Fanfiction]

Chapter Four: The death of me

Entranced

/inˈtrans,enˈtrans/

verb

1.To fill someone with wonder and delight, holding their entire attention.

    Katsuki didn’t sleep that night. Not that he planned on it anyways. Between his own angry muttering and the flashing of the neighbor's motion-activated porch lights, sleep was practically impossible unless he smothered himself his pillow - which he did debate doing once or twice just so he could get a few hours of shut-eye. In the end, he made up his mind.

    With a quiet groan, he threw his blankets off and got to his feet. With what he hoped were silent movements, Katsuki quickly slipped on a pair of jeans and hoodie, his hands working swiftly. He’d snuck out of the house plenty of times, both in his new home as well as in his old one. It was something that became a much-needed skill for him and as far as he knew, his parents were completely in the dark about his late-night trips. If they did know, he was sure his Mother would have raised hell by now. Just the thought made him wince. 

    Once he was finished getting dressed, he grabbed his phone and slipped on his shoes, his booted feet pressing lightly against the cold floorboards as he crossed his room towards the window. Gently, he pried it open, hoping to the gods above that it hadn’t made any sound. It would be just his luck to be caught in the middle of sneaking out just because he couldn’t hear the sounds of his parent's footsteps outside his door.

    With a deep breath he peered out of his window, his own curiosity making him look around and survey the area. The sky was a deep, deep, blue. Not black like many people thought the sky to me at night. It was littered with tiny specks of white, so many white little stars that could never be counted. All in all, it looked peaceful outside.

    The neighbors porch light flickered on when he reached out and grabbed hold of the drain pipe, making him hiss under his breath. He swore that light would be the death of him one day. 

    Not wasting anymore time than he already had, Katsuki grasped the cold, and rather unstable, aluminum drain pipe and hauled himself out of his window. As he positioned himself, his booted feet scuffed against the brick siding of the house. With practiced movements, he scales downward until his feet finally met the grass covered ground.

    Momentarily, he stood still, proud of himself for not getting caught. Not many people were able to scale the side of their house silently - or well, as silent as he could tell. Sighing, he brushed his hands off on his jeans before shoving them into his hoodie pockets. Normally Katsuki would head somewhere he knew he wouldn't be bothered, but ever since he'd met Kirishima that one day, there was only one place he visited in his late night adventures.

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    Now, there are a number of things that Katsuki expected to find in that clearing; grass, bugs, hell, maybe even a snake or two, but the one thing he sure as hell didn't expect was none other than the red-head himself. 

    Ever since Katsuki started visiting his little place in the woods he hadn't seen another living soul there, but now here he was, huddled behind a thick trunked tree with wide eyes and a pounding heart. He'd been on his merry way, a faint him playing at the back of his throat as he indulged in the vibrations it sent down his throat, not a care in the world. When he saw a familiar head of obnoxious red hair though, he backtracked faster than he ever had, nearly falling on his ass as he threw himself into hiding. Kirishima had been lying there, his limbs sprawled out across the grass. His eyes stared up at the starry sky, the moon glinting off them in the most dazzling way.

    He had no clue as to why he was hiding. Katsuki had to admit that. It wasn't like he was stalking the other, though now that he was huddled behind a tree and peeking at Kirishima in secret, it really seemed like it. He had the option to turn and go back home to spend the rest of the night but the stubbornness within Katsuki made that impossible so instead he chose to plant himself square in the spot he stood. 

    Plopping down on the ground, Katsuki drew his knees up to his chest and rested his cheek on them, his eyes scraping over every last detail that he could see with only the light of the moon to aid him. Trees and bushes, dirt and grass. There was so much of it, not that that wasn't expected. It was a damn forest for God's sake. What grabbed ahold of Katsuki's attention was the lighting bugs. Tiny little glowing bugs that drifted through the air harmlessly, occasionally getting close enough to Katsuki that he had to suppress the desire to reach out on let it land on his calloused hands.

    Eventually, he drifted off to sleep, the steady flickering of little yellow lights pulling him into such a trance that he completely forgot about everything and sleep took hold.

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    When Katsuki woke up, he was surrounded by a cloud of warmth. In his pocket, his phone buzzed incessantly and he couldn't help but groan as he pulled it out of his pocket. The clock read 6:50 which took Katsuki's sleep ridden mind to comprehend, but as soon as he did, he was wide awake. Quickly, he checked his messages and let out a breath of relief when he saw his Mother had yet to start raising hell. He shot her a message that read Left for school already. He hoped that would be enough to calm whatever nerves that were already irritated this early in the morning. 

    He dropped his phone on his lap and yawned, his ears popping as he did so. When he finished, he once again settled against the cloudy warmth that engulfed him, a somewhat blissful smile crossing his face. It took him a moment to notice the cause of the warmth; the red zip-up jacket that was draped delicately over his shoulders, when he did though, realization hit him like a bus. Only one person could have left it and the thought left Katsuki's cheeks as red as the jacket itself. 

    With as much composure as he could muster, Katsuki got to his feet, his limbs all stiff from his oddly positioned sleep. He stared at the jacket in his hands for a moment. It wasn't anything special, just a normal red jacket with black drawstrings. The only thing that really stood out about it was the little "K" that was doodle of the cuff of the sleeve. 

    He took a moment and debated on what to do with it. If he left it here, the other may come back later and find it, but there was always the possibility that someone else would find it. Katsuki sighed, put on a determined look and slid the jacket on over his own hoodie. It wouldn't hurt to wear it until he saw the red-head again, besides, it wasn't like he planned on returning it to him during school. He wasn't stupid for the love of God. 

    With that, he gathered himself, ran his hand through his hair to at least make sure it wasn't a terrible mess, and brushed off his clothes before beginning his journey to the hell called school. That place would eventually be the death of him.

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    Would ya look at that! Ive been consistent with my update schedule! It's a miracle. As you can see, the little definitions I put at the top are not always gonna be emotions, so i just wanna clear that up.

    Anyways, hope you enjoy that cute little chapter. I mostly wanted to write this so you guys could have a little bit of fluff (would that be considered fluff?)

    Have a good day/night you heathenous children.