The Definition of Red [A KiriBaku Fanfiction]

Chapter Nine- A confession

     Katsuki looked up to the sky, his eyes flickering across the uncountable number of stars briefly before he looked back to Kirishima. The redhead was paying him no attention and for once he’d managed to keep his mouth shut for longer than a few seconds. Kirishima had a dazed look on his face as if his mind was focused on something entirely different than the current moment. Bakugou was happy with this silence though, it gave his tired mind a reprieve. 

    It was past midnight and Bakugou had no clue what Kirishima had expected to gain from going on a walk in the nearly pitch-black night. Bakugou didn’t complain much though. He simply walked next to Kirishima with his hands buried deep in his pockets. All in all, Bakugou didn't mind being out, the weather was nice and it wasn't too cold so he had nothing to complain about other than being woken up.

    "Bakugou," Kirishima finally murmured, glancing at Bakugou who was looking at him with half closed eyes. 

    "What," Bakugou growled, earning a disapproving look from Kirishima.

    "Jeez, even when you're tired you've got an attitude." Bakugou may have been tired but he was still willing to kill this idiot if he didn't watch himself.

    Bakugou grit his teeth and pushed Kirishima to the side roughly, "Just fucking say what you were gonna say, shitty hair." Kirishima chewed on his bottom lip for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed as he debated on asking his question or not. Bakugou was just seconds away from beating the question out of the other when he finally opened his mouth and spoke.

    "Why exactly are you in the secondary classes?" Bakugou didn't know how to answer that question. Instead he just stared at Kirishima, eyes wide as he opened every file in his brain for an excuse. He couldn't just outright tell Kirishima that he was in secondary classes because his lame ass couldn't hear not a single fucking thing. Not that Kirishima would care. The idiot was too accepting of everything. If Bakugou were to tell him though, things would change and he didn't want that. Kirishima would look at him differently. No matter how nice you are, you can't overlook the fact that someone's deaf, you just can't. 

    Kirishima expected an answer. And probably a truthful one, too. He stared at Bakugou with wide and curious eyes that seemed to devour the moonlight, waiting for Bakugou to answer that simple little question. 

    "Don't you know curiosity killed the cat, you idiot," Bakugou grumbled, failing to keep the tremble of fear out of his voice. He cursed himself, he didn't want Kirishima to figure his secret out, not in a million years. Especially not when he found a - dare he say it - friend, who found him to be the slightest bit normal. He wanted to reserve that, but as soon as this bumbling idiot asked that question, the walls he put up began to crumble, bit by bit.

    "Yeah, but the cat does have nine lives," Kirishima said stubbornly, determined to get a straightforward answer. "Listen, I don't know what you're trying to hide, dude, but nothing you say is going to make me any less your friend."

    Bakugou felt his body tense. That wasn't what he was worried about. He was worried about being seen as some pitiful kid that was lacking something that he was supposed to have. He didn't want this red-eyed, kind-hearted, son of a bitch to look at him and think, 'He's broken'. 

    Katsuki pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes. He didn't want to be in the situation, he didn't want to be on this stupid walk with this stupid kid, and be sure as hell didn't want to break down in front Kirishima. It was hard though, Bakugou had never been good in stressful situations, so as soon as the stress started to build, his panic started to rise. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Bakugou was tempted to make a run for it. There was no way he was going to start crying like a little snot nosed brat in front of Kirishima, he had at least some self respect to know not to do that.

    He would have took off running too, if he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was then he knew he was stuck and that he'd have to 'fess up. Bakugou dropped his hands to his sides and looked down at the ground, his teeth gnawing at the inside of his cheek nervously. He knew his face was probably red and streaked with tears. He couldn't help it, he was just a kid after all and everything has always got to be harder for kids. 

    "Shut up," Katsuki said, glaring at Kirishima from the corner of his eye. Kirishima was standing close to him, his hand on Bakugou's shoulder as he tried to figure out what was wrong. 

     "I didn't say anything," Kirishima said with a nervous little smile. Damn, Bakugou thought to himself, he's such an idiot. 

    Bakugou huffed, "Yeah, well, I wouldn't know. Can't hear you."

    "Oh, sorry, maybe I'm being too quiet." Bakugou wanted to just lay on the ground and die right there. Kirishima had surpassed a level of stupidity that made the moment almost comical. 

    Bakugou looked at Kirishima with an incredulous expression, and shook his head, "Did you really pass elementary school?" 

     "With flying colors," Kirishima said defensively. 

    "Read the mood, you fucking idiot," Bakugou said, grabbing the others shoulder as he looked him in the eye. "I can't fucking hear you. My ears are useless pieces of shit that don't work for nothing." That seemed to click somewhere behind Kirishima's thick skull. "Now, go ahead, feel bad for me like every other fucker out there. It's not like I care," Bakugou snapped, hiding the fact that he really did care. 

    "Why would I feel bad for you," Kirishima questioned, his head tilting slightly to the side. "I mean, it's shocking news, it really is, but you've managed fine on your own, so why would I feel bad?"

    Bakugou watched Kirishima carefully, he searched the others face for any form of pity but he came back empty handed. 

    For a second he was speechless then he simply scoffed and wrapped his arms tightly around Kirishima's torso. "You are a serious idiot," Bakugou muttered, patting the others back before taking a step away. 

    "How many times are you going to say that. It might as well be my name by now," Kirishima complained, only small traces of shock left on his face from Bakugou's uncharacteristic actions. 

    "As many times as I need to. Get used to it," Bakugou warned as he took a step forward and wiped his wet face. He didn't want to look like a crybaby any longer than necessary. 

    Kirishima chuckled, "I can't believe you cried."

    "Do you want to fucking die," Bakugou shouted at him, the side of his foot smacking into Kirishima's calf, earning a whine of pain. Bakugou grinned, maybe he really didn't have anything to worry about.

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    They-dy's and gentlethems, I'm here and queer, bringing you a new, less than satisfactory chapter of this unblessed story.

    I do hope you enjoy because is kinda trash. But good considering it wrote it while being a somewhat blubbering mess after finishing what there is of the Demon Slayer manga. Seriously. I don't know how to explain my emotions at the moment except for pure pain.