(Completed) Press Play {Kiribaku YouTuber AU}

15

Funny story, guys. In the last chapter, I had to cut out the first half of this chapter because I forgot what my general word limit was. So if this chapter starts a bit weirdly, that's why. And it picks up in exactly the same place where the last one left off...because originally it was the following paragraph. Anyways, enjoy!

Kirishima looked down at his hands wringing together in his lap. "Well, you see...after you left the cafe that day, I went back to Mina's place and told her about everything that happened. We were talking about it when I got a phone call from my dad asking if I would come home for Christmas."

"Your dad?"

"Uh huh. My dad's not...well, he's the main reason I left home when I turned eighteen, and haven't ever gone back."

Bakugo's scowl deepened. "Don't tell me he--"

"He was never absuive, no...at least, not physically. I don't know really...he was always super strict about every little thing; a total perfectionist. If our grades slipped below an A, he threw fits that would last for hours. After my mom died, he got even worse. He started going out drinking and sometimes wouldn't come home at all. Because my older brother had already graduated and moved out, I had to stay home to watch my sister. One time he came back to the house totally wasted and, well...it wasn't pretty. He got a bunch of tickets and fines and stuff for reckless drinking, but he never did go to jail. My sister's around fifteen now, and she still lives with him there. He remarried this woman named Kayako, and since then he's gotten somewhat better I've heard, but...I don't know. I don't know if I can ever really forgive him for the things he did in the past."

Kirishima sighed and looked up to see what Bakugo's reaction was, but his face was relatively unchanged. He continued to scowl down at the tabletop for several more minutes in the silence that followed the end of Kirishima's story. He frowned, fidgeting in his chair as the awkward tension crept up on him.

"Um..."

"Do you ever talk to her?"

"Uh, who?"

"Your sister." Kirishima half expected him to add an idiot to the end of that statement, but he remained stone faced and completely serious.

"Well, not really." He sheepishly rubbed at his neck. "It's been a while, now that I think about it. But I still love her and my brother. It's just--"

"Your dad, right." Bakugo leaned back in his chair. "I'll tell you what, why don't you go ahead and go, and I'll come with you."

Kirishima started. "Wh-What? You want to go with me?"

He shrugged. "Why not? My parents are still out of the country and won't be back until after the New Year and Deku always spends Christmas with his mom and Icyhot, so I don't really have anywhere to go this year. I can be there for moral support or some shit. You can just tell them I'm a friend of yours who you invited when you found out I didn't have anywhere to go for the holidays."

Kirishima tried not to flinch at the word friend. He wanted so badly to switch topics and talk about their kiss, but at the same time he had absolutely no clue how to go about bringing it up. Instead, he asked, "Are you sure? It probably wouldn't be a very fun trip."

Bakugo snorted. "I kind of gathered that, Shitty Hair. I'm not offering to go with you to have fun, I'm offering to go with you for support."

"You don't have to do that."

"I want to, damn it." Bakugo leaned forward over the table, his eyes burning with some emotion Kirishima couldn't place. "I want to be there to help you."

Kirishima sighed. The last thing he wanted was to drag someone else into his family problems, and least of all Bakugo. The only person who'd known about it before he told Bakugo was Mina, and that was only because they'd been friends since middle school. "Okay, but...you can back out at any time, just so you know. I won't mind at all."

Not gonna happen." Bakugo said, and it was clear by his tone that that was the end of the discussion. He got up from the table and went to grab the plastic bag he'd brought with him. "I actually came over to ask if we could hang out and...maybe talk about...you know, if you're ready for that. If you're not, I get it, but--"

"Bakugo...I...it's not like I don't want to talk about it, but..." Kirishima awkwardly rubbed his neck. "I don't know if I'm ready to think about that yet."

Bakugo's lips were pressed together in a way that made Kirishima worry. "You're not...mad, are you?"

"Of course not. If you're not ready to talk about it yet, then I can live with that. I'll be waiting when you are."

Kirishima smiled. "Thanks. That means a lot." After a few seconds had passed, he took a deep breath and sprang up from his seat. "So...you wanna watch some movies or something?"

"Sure," Bakugo reached inside the plastic bag and brought out a package of Oreos and a liter bottle of Dr Pepper. "I brought snacks just for that reason."

"Aw, man, you really are the best." He grinned and started to go in for a hug before pulling back at the last second when he realized that could be taken in a different way. Bakugo noticed, but didn't say anything. Kirishima awkwardly cleared his throat and took the soda bottle. "Ah, you can go ahead and go pick out a movie on Netflix. I'll pour us some drinks."

"Right," Bakugo took the cookies with him into the living room and Kirishima went to the kitchen and gathered four cups. In two of them, he poured the soda, and in another two milk. Then he brought all the cups into the living room and saw that Bakugo had chosen an anime called Attack on Titan. "Didn't take you for an anime type of guy, Bakugo." He laughed, handing him his cups.

Bakugo sneered. "You ever watched this one, Shitty Hair?" Kirishima shook his head, and an almost sadistic smile spread across his face.

"Then you're in for a hell of a surprise."

Hello again! I had absolutely no clue how to write that scene. Whoops. Plus it was really short. Whoops. And I'm a shameless weeb, throwing in an Attack on Titan thing. No whoops there, that was totally intentional. Ahem, anyways, I hope you still enjoyed it! Until next time!