The Definition of Red [A KiriBaku Fanfiction]

Chapter Seven- Freedom Sweet Freedom

     Another day that meant yet another mind-numbingly boring class day.  It was like his days had been playing on repeat ever since the Tuesday that he skipped. He took that as his punishment. You skip class so now you’re going to die of boredom. Katsuki would applaud life’s sick sense of humor if he wasn’t the one getting the boots end of the joke. 

    Not everything had been the same though. Just about every day after school, the parasite he had caught followed him on his path home. Katsuki constantly told him to leave him alone or find someone else to bother but the red-head insisted they walk together considering they lived in the same neighborhood. After about two days, Katsuki had given up and stomached the idea he was stuck with the idiot. He was just too persisted for Katsuki. He could just kill the idiot but he was already on house arrest due to his parents and didn’t want to up his sentence; even if going to prison would be much better than bearing his Mother’s incessant screeching. Seriously, if she yelled at him any louder he was afraid he might be able to hear it. 

    That being said; Katsuki had begun to wish he could hear. Of course he’d always wanted to be able to hear the sound of the outdoors or the voice of his favorite actors but lately, there was something else that was eating at him. Whenever someone would speak to him, he’d grit his teeth and do his best not to snap at them. It was especially worse with Kirishima. He would talk and talk and Katsuki wouldn’t hear a word of it, he’d just nod along, feigning interested. It took long enough to come to one conclusion.

    He wanted to hear his voice. He wanted to know if Kirishima’s voice was deep or high or if it was soft like velvet. It bugged him so much that the shitty-haired loser talked so much and yet he couldn’t hear a single word. It wasn’t the other’s fault, Katsuki knew that, but it still annoyed him. A person’s voice said a lot about what they were feeling; whether or not they were angry or sad or happy and it pained Katsuki that he wasn’t able to tell such things just because his ears were pieces of shit. 

    When Kirishima walked with Katsuki he became what people would call a motor mouth. In all honesty, Bakugou almost couldn’t keep up with him. He did learn things though. Like the fact that Kirishima had three best friends; Kaminari, Sero, and Mina. He went on and on about the things they’d done together and in the end, Katsuki concluded that they were just as idiotic as Kirishima. Kirishima even had the nerve to tell Katsuki that he considered him part of his group. 

    “You should meet them, it’ll be like a final initiation into the group,” Kirishima said as he walked close to Katsuki, his hands moving as he spoke. 

    “And what if I don’t want to be initiated,” Bakugou questioned, his tone stating clearly that he did not.

    Kirishima thought for a moment before shrugging, “Oh well, you’ll be initiated whether you like it or not.” Bakugou pressed the palm of his hands roughly against the top of the other’s head at that comment.

    “Oi, who the hell do you think you are. Those are some bold words for someone seconds from death.” 

    Kirishima swatted his hands away and whined, “Wait no, stop, you’ll mess up my hair.” Bakugou rolled his eyes but removed his hand and crossed his arms. When Kirishima finally “fixed” his hair, he turned to Katsuki and grinned, “How do I look? Manly?”

    “Oh, totally,” Bakugou said sarcastically, his hands reaching forward to fix a few stray strands of hair that had escaped their jell prison. “Seriously dude, you need to come up with a better style,” Katsuki griped as he preened at Kirishima’s hair like a mother, fixing tiny imperfections. When he took a step back to examine his handy work, he realized that the other’s hair may not look that bad. The style definitely worked well on Kirishima and it gave him a sort of bold look that fit his personality. In other words, he looked good.