The Definition of Red [A KiriBaku Fanfiction]

Chapter Twelve: I Promise You

I'm sorry, I didn't realise how much I had written. Enjoy.
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     Bakugou lay on Kirishima's couch, his eyes trained on the ceiling as bouts of idiocy unraveled around him. Kirishima's friends had arrived early that afternoon and to be honest, Bakugou was about ready to wring their necks. Even he couldn't hear them, they still managed to get on his last nerve.

     They'd tried starting numerous conversations with him but Bakugou had simply face them one worded answers until he began to ignore them entirely, closing his eyes and turning his head every time the addresses him. He probably stuck out like a sore thumb among the group. Just a bunch of goofy idiots with giant smiles on their faces as they joked around like teenagers should while here he lay, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed as he wished they would leave.

     From time to time though, Bakugou would find himself watching the group as they played one of their stupid games, the tiniest of smiles on his face as he walked them over exaggerate all their movements to unnecessary proportions. He thought it was especially funny when the yellow haired Kaminari would do something that earned himself an unamused look from the rest of the group.

     "Hey, Bakugou, do you wanna play," Kirishima questioned suddenly as he juggled the dice on his hand.

     From his side, he saw Kaminari pout, "C'mon Kirishima we can't just let someone play in the middle of a game!" Much to his surprise, Kirishima simply elbowed Kaminari in the ribs but otherwise ignored him and waited for Bakugou's answer. He would have said no. Actually, he should have said no, but with Kirishima looking at him expectantly with a giant grin on his overly cheerful face, Bakugou found himself unable to.

     "Fine, but don't get the wrong idea, I'm only playing this because I'm bored," he said as he rolled off the couch and took a spot within the group on the floor. They were playing some type of board game the he'd never seen before but he decided to he'll with it; if these dumbasses could play it, so could he. And as it turned out, he could. It was just as easy as any other game he play but one thing about it made Bakugou loathe it.

     He couldn't follow the conversation around him.

     If he paid to mix attention to the conversation around him, he'd be distracted from the game but if he were to pay attention to the game only, he had no clue what the others were saying. It was like the most frustrating game of cat and mouse he'd ever played. He was the cat that constantly chased after the mouse; the tiny bits of conversations that he missed in their with entirety or the ends of jokes that he didn't catch.

     After rolling the dice and moving his piece on the board, he looked up and saw the others laughing along with each other, their faces red as they didn't even try to calm themselves. Bakugou realized that he was the only that was laughing, the only one that wasn't talking along in conversations. He watched as Kirishima and Mina exchanged a few words and doubled over in laughed once more, whatever they said lost to Bakugou's eyes due to their frantic speech.

     He'd be lying if he said he wasn't jealous. He wanted to join the conversation. Yeah, maybe he would have been gruff and mean the whole time but he still wanted to crack a joke here and there, maybe even laugh the tiniest bit. But no, all because of his ears he couldn't because well, fuck him, that's why. Bakugou felt his face heat up and he clenched his hands at his sides. He couldn't stand the way everyone sat around him and laughed and laughed and laughed. They didn't have anymore right to be happy then he did so why couldn't he laugh with them.

     He hated God's jokes sometimes. Often he wondered if there even really was a God, because if there was, would be really be so cruel? If that man or woman or thing really did exist somewhere up there, Bakugou was sure he would be the one to kick his ass.