The Definition of Red [A KiriBaku Fanfiction]

Chapter Sixteen- For My Melonpan

Warning: Monoma being a major prick. And I mean major. He says some mean choice words that I don't recommend using to describe a person ever.

Also warning about Bakugou being hella soft during the first portion of this.
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    It had been a long time since Bakugou felt this good. He was sitting in class and much to his - and Mr.Ishi's - surprise, he seemed to be enjoying himself. Every now and again he even caught himself unintentionally smiling as he stared out the window.

    After he and Kirishima had kissed, and yes, Bakugou still had a hard time believing that, he felt like he had been constantly on cloud nine. Through the rest of his break he and Kirishima met up and did the things they usually did; videos games, movie marathons, rough housed. Normal teenager not stuff. Yet, no matter how normal it was, there was something new to it. Like when they watched movies. Instead of lounging on his bed a comfortable distance apart, the two instead sat so close that if one were to move any closer they would be sitting on each other.

    Hell, there was even an instance where Kirishima had even dared to go as far as sitting behind Bakugou and resting his chin on the blondes shoulder like he was some type of pillow. The action itself nearly out Bakugou into a, dare he say it, love induced coma. They were dating. Kirishima was his, and he was Kirishima's. God, even thinking about it made Bakugou feel like a sap. Of course he was giddy by the fact but the way he could barely contain himself when he thought about it too much was probably beginning to become more than he could handle.

    So that's why he was currently sitting in the middle of a piss poor history lesson, practically melting into his desk. If he didn't know better, he'd say Mr.Ishi was going to address the subject. It was blatantly obvious he wasn't paying attention and it had happened so many times since Christmas break ended that he was beginning to think that Mr.Ishi was taking on favorites. Not that he blamed him, Bakugou did have a killer personality. He'd had Kirishima fall for him hadn't he?

    The thought made him chuckle quietly as he looked down at his partially blank note book. He'd scribbled what looked to be a few words from the board but other than that it was filled with nothing but blank space.

    Resting his head on his hand, Bakugou lifted his pencil and dragged it across the paper a few times, a smile crossing his face as he drew a smiley face in the corner of his page. Somewhere in the back of his mind he told himself to stop acting like a love struck school girl but in all honesty, he liked the feeling. His chest was warm despite the chill that seemed to radiate from the fogged windows and it made him feel... Good.

    Through his gaze of thoughts, Bakugou had drawn a tiny sketch in the corner of hoops paper. It wouldn't be anything to anyone else but to Bakugou it was one of a kind. The sketch was of Kirishima. Yes, a little creepy, he knew that. What mattered though was getting the sketch just right. A big grin with eyes that were squeezed so tightly shut that his crows feet were bigger than Bakugou had ever seen them.

    He remembered the moment vividly. He and Kirishima had just finished playing a round of Smash when Kirishima turned to him and placed a kiss on his cheek, telling him that it was okay that he lost. For his fourth time in a row. If Kirishima hadn't smiled so brightly at that moment, Bakugou might have been a gasket at how bad he was losing. Seriously, it was embarrassing.

    With a few finally strokes, Bakugou's finished the sketch and looked at it for a moment before setting his pencil down. "Perfect," he whispered to himself as he looked it over, proud at what he'd done. Bakugou wasn't an artsy kid, never had really been into it yet what else were you supposed to do when you basically lived in your bedroom for majority of your life? Watch porn or something? While any teen his age would have done it, he was not interested.