The Definition of Red [A KiriBaku Fanfiction]

Chapter Eight - Late Night Walk

Katsuki greeted the weekend with open arms and high hopes. He was only three weeks into the school year and he was already done with everyone. It did help that his classwork was easy as hell though. Being in an alternative class wasn't especially bad, no one bothered him for the most part and the work, while it wasn't anything less than what other kids in his grade were doing, was still easier than it needed to be. He expected a challenge at least.

He still had his little tag along. The redhead had yet to get tired of him and still hadn't figured Katsuki's big secret. Not that he was surprised, Bakugou was great at hiding his lack of hearing and no one at the school except for the teachers knew about it yet. He planned to keep it that way for as long as possible.

At the moment, Bakugou was walking home, Kirishima by his side.

"So, what are you doing this weekend," Kirishima questioned, glancing at Bakugou.

He shrugged, "Nothing. Same thing as always; avoid the hag."

Kirishima snickered and shook his head. "Dude, I'm surprised that your Mom hasn't killed you for calling her that." Bakugou was surprised too. She would kill him for just about anything else except for that. Then again, the old woman did have some thick skin.

"Me too," Bakugou admitted aloud, elbowing Kirishima in the side. "She's like Godzilla but blonde and a lot fucking meaner." Kirishima laughed at the joke, his shoulders shaking with the action. Bakugou had to admit that he'd grown a lot closer to the idiot over the past couple weeks. It was kind of hard not to when he was constantly there.

"I tell you what," Kirishima said suddenly, grabbing Bakugou's full attention. "You can stay at my house this weekend." Katsuki stared at the teen for a long moment, probably for too long too because Kirishima quickly amended his words. "I mean if you want to. I'm not forcing you or anything," he blurted out, earning an amused smirk from Bakugou.

"Like you could make me do anything, shitty hair, if I do it, it will be on my own accord." Bakugou reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, before glancing back at Kirishima. "Now what time do you want me to come over so I can tell the hag?'

"Wait, does that mean you're coming," Kirishima questioned excitedly, his eyes bubbling with excitement.

Katsuki rolled his eyes, "No, I'm just asking so I can ditch you - of course, I'm saying yes you fucking idiot. Damn, I didn't think you could get any more stupid but I stand corrected." Bakugou meant the words as an insult but Kirishima seemed to deflect them with his overly excited mood.

"You can come over right now if you want, my parents won't be home for a few hours but they shouldn't mind since they normally let Kami and the others stay over."

"Okay, okay, hold on. I've got to let this old hoot know before I do anything, plus I need clothes," Bakugou said holding up a hand as he typed out a message to his mother. From the corner of his eye, he could see Kirishima moving about like an excited puppy.

Hey hag, I'm staying with a friend this weekend. Less than a minute later his phone vibrated in his hand.

You have friends? I don't believe it. Send a picture.

Bakugou growled to himself as he typed out his reply. Wow, you're a great mother. Why the hell do you need a picture?

Because I said to send one, now do it or you're not going anywhere.

Groaning, Bakugou turned to Kirishima, "Oi, dumbass, c'mon, my mom wants a proof picture because she's petty." Kirishima nodded and threw an arm around Katsuki's shoulders. Bakugou was tempted to throw the other's arm off of him but decided to put up for it this one time. Quickly he snapped a picture of the two and sent it to his mom. All in all, it wasn't a bad picture. Kirishima had ruined Bakugou frowny aesthetic with his overly smiley face but other than that, the two had looked quite well next to each other. Bakugou saved the picture when Kirishima looked away and once again pocketed his phone, ignoring the buzz the followed his picture message knowing that his mother had given him the thumbs up to stay with the annoying redhead for the weekend.

Now, Bakugou didn't particularly like the idea but anything was better than seeing that woman's face for two full days. He'd take a sleepover with an idiot over that any day of the week if it meant he got some peace.

Of course, that most definitely did not happen.

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Katsuki was shaken awake, the gentle hand on his shoulder pulling him from his comfortable sleep. When he opened his eyes, he was met with the blurry figure of Kirishima.

"What the hell do you want," Bakugou groaned, staring up at the boy from his makeshift bed of blankets and pillows on the ground. His day had been more tiring than he had expected it to be. For most of the daylight hours, Kirishima and Bakugou had slaved away at some video game that Kirishima had practically forced him to play. After getting particularly into it, Kirihsima's parents came home and Bakugou had to suffer through introductions and inner with them. They were nice enough though, much nicer than his mom to say in the least. In the end, the two teens hadn't gone to bed until later into the night. Much later.

Kirishima grabbed Bakugou's arm and hauled his tired and just about lifeless body to its feet, "C'mon man, let's go out."

Bakugou groaned once more and leaned against the way to energetic redhead, his eyes sliding shut once again before he felt a hand shake him awake for the second time. "Wakey, wakey. I'm not carrying you."

"Tch, fine, but I'm gonna kill you if I'm tired tomorrow," Bakugou promised, quickly moving away from Kirishima. "Just let me get dressed."

"Oh, I can step-" Bakugou knew the idiot had said something but his sentence was cut off by the veil of cloth that blocked his vision as he pulled his shirt over his head.

When he tossed the shirt to the side, he raised his eyebrow at Kirishima, "What did you say?" Kirishima stared at him for a moment before shaking his head, earning an eye roll from Bakugou. Quickly, Katsuki finished getting dressed and looked to Kirishima expectantly. "So, where the hell are we going," he questioned in an annoyed manner. At the question, Kirishima grabbed his hand and towed him out of the room.

Their steps were quiet as they snuck through the house, hearts in their throats. Kirishima had explained that his moms didn't care that he went out every once in a while but if they knew he went out so late in the night they would definitely kill him. When they reached the front door, Kirishima turned the lock and slowly pried the door open enough for them both to slip through without making any alerting noises.

As they stepped out onto the porch, Bakugou grabbed Kirishima's shoulder and spun him around to face him. "Where the hell are we going, shitty hair?" Kirishima grinned at him, his face bright against the light of the moon.

"A walk."

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Okay so like, sad boi hours because I messed up with my update schedule - sorry about that by the way - and I was doing so good.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed the chapter, stay chill, don't die.