The Definition of Red [A KiriBaku Fanfiction]

Chapter Ten- Fries and love

   "Look here," Bakugou said, pointing his pencil to the math equation that was printed on Kirishima's math homework. "Combine the like terms first and then you should know what to do from there." Kirishima pouted and did what Bakugou said, unhappy eyes on the worksheet in front of him. After many days of pestering, Kirishima had managed to convince Bakugou to help him with his school work, and well, it was about as fun as it sounded.

    Bakugou watched as Kirishima worked, the teens surprisingly legible handwriting marking up the page. He wasn't as dumb as Bakugou had thought him to be, but he still needed a fare bit of help, though Bakugou supposed he didn't mind. He didn't have anything else to do after school, so what harm would it do to have a study session with the idiot that sat across the table from him. 

    The two had decided to head straight to a diner after school, their wallets and backpacks in hand. When they'd walked in, a petite woman greeted them with a wave and a smile before disappearing into the kitchen. They'd quickly taken their seats and got to work, telling the waitress that they would order later. Now though, after at least an hour and a half of study and catching up on school work, Bakugou's stomach was fighting to bed fed.

   "Are you hungry," Kirishima asked as he sat his pencil to the side, ignoring Bakugou's glaring gaze that landed on the half finished math question.

    Bakugou shook his head, "No, work."

    Kirishima raised an eyebrow and instead of working, began pushing his things into a pile on the side. "Yeah, you see, I might believe you if your stomach didn't sound like it was eating you from the inside out." Bakugou glared at Kirishima for a silent second before huffing. 

    "I actually fucking hate you," Bakugou growled, his eyes turning from Kirishima as he searched for a free waitress to wave over. When he finally did get one's attention, she smiled and scurried over to their table, briefly looking over the two boys before handing them a thin menu. Now personally, Bakugou was not the type to eat out, but he wasn't a complete hermit so he'd been to the diner a few times. The food was decent and he didn't have any complaints, so he quickly scanned over the menu, waited for Kirishima to order, then told the waitress want he wanted. She smiled and jotted their orders on a small notepad which she slipped into her apron pocket after ripping the thin sheet of paper from the spiral.

    While waiting for their food to come, the two made idle conversation in what Bakugou assumed to be a "pleasant" manner. Katsuki wouldn't actually consider it that though, not when the table was so small that the two boys legs were smashed together beneath it. Bakugou had even debated resting his feet up on the table before waving off the idea, the manners that he did have getting the best of him.

    "I have a question," Kirishima said, gently kicking Bakugou's leg to gain his drifting attention. 

    "As always," Bakugou said with a roll of his eyes, waving his hand as a sign for Kirishima to go on despite his snarky comment.

    He gestured to his lips, "How exactly do you read lips? Isn't it difficult?" Bakugou had expected this question sooner or later so instead of deflecting it, he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

    "It's not like it's easy, that's for sure. Especially when I have to hang out with idiots who can't stop talking." Bakugou returned Kirishima's kick with one of his own. "Besides, I can't exactly explain it. I've spent so much time trying to perfect it that it seems to come naturally at this point, though I should mention that sometimes I have absolutely zero clue what people are saying."

    Kirishima nodded and stayed silent for a moment before his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Do you know sign language," he question excitedly, his smile so bright that Bakugou had the urge to crawl under the table just so he wouldn't go blind. 

    "Yeah, I had to learn it, the old bat wouldn't take no for an answer on that one." Bakugou waved his hands around as if he was signing, though in reality it was just a lazy attempt at mocking the first hand movements that came to his mind. Kirishima jumped into a tirade of questions after Bakugou admitted his knowledge of the language, asking questions on how to sign certain things. It wasn't until the waitress showed up once again did Kirishima finally stop attacking him. 

    "Here's your food. Is there anything else you might need?" The woman crossed her hands in front of her and smiled pleasantly at the boys. She seemed nice enough, medium length blonde hair with honey brown eyes. Definitely the type of employee that brought in customers with her charm. 

    Bakugou shook his head, "We're fine." 

    "Thank you," Kirishima quickly added on. She smiled once more and turned away, already hurrying over to another table. Bakugou wasted no time digging into his food and neither did Kirishima. About halfway through his meal, Bakugou felt a foot tap against his, causing him to look up mid bite. 

    Kirishima was talking, a bundle of fries in his mouth. Bakugou tried his damnedest to make out what the idiot was saying but in the end, he ended up just staring at the other with a lost look on his face. How the hell was he supposed to make out any words if all he was getting was fry. Now, the moment may have been confusing, but god knows that watching an idiot ramble about something as he ate, unknowing of the fact that the person he was talking to had no clue what he was saying, was funny as hell. 

    Bakugou tried to stifle a laugh by pressing the back of his hand to his mouth discreetly, but when Kirishima cocked his head to the side and stared at Bakugou with a confused expression, he practically lost it. Katsuki's shoulder shook with each laugh and in an attempt to ensure his laughs were quiet, he placed a hand over his mouth tightly. 

    "I have no clue what you're saying, dude," Bakugou said in between laughs. Kirishima seemed to catch on to the situation at that moment and was too, laughing at his own mistake, though Bakugou would more saw it as leaning on the table in embarrassment while trying not to laugh at himself. All things being said, it was a good moment. "You serious looked stupid though," Bakugou teased, a grin covering his face. 

     It would do the moment justice to say that the moment was surreal in a way. As he sat in a warm little diner that smelled like good food, his legs intertwined with Kirishima's as he laughed at the stupidest of things, he wondered if life could get any better than that. He wondered when he'd noticed just what was happening to his heart as his laughter died down and he looked to a red faced Kirishima. 

    He wondered when he'd started to fall in love. 

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    Oh my God, would you look at that, progression. Who would have thought? No, no, all sarcasm aside, while I did have a bit of writer's block, I did enjoy how this chapter turned out. There may be a few typos here and there because I don't have the time to proof read it at the moment, I really gotta get better at doing that. I might as well terrorize a friend to do it since I'm so bad at it, damn.

I hope you actually enjoyed this fluffy little chapter though, considering I think it's the softest chapter so far.

Also, you guys may ha e noticed the lack of definitions at the top (which I initially started off doing). Well, I'm going to go back once the story I over because it's too much trouble trying to get the words for each and every chapter. Sorry about the inconsistency.