The Truth (kiribaku)

Chapter 3

Bakugou's POV

I try to calm down as I walk into our home's yard. The yard is colorful, full of plants and flowers. Mom seems to have taken good care of it. The whole site is neat and all things are in order. The importance of housework is easy to learn in such an accurate and neat family. Maybe that's why I can't stand chaos and dirt. I step in front of the building's wooden door and take a deep breath. My body still feels a little weird, but I don't want my parents to make it a big number.

I twist the door handle and step into the hallway.

"I'm home!" I shout to my parents and step further into the house.

"Katsuki!" my mother appears from the kitchen and hugs me.

"It has not been that long since I was last here," I try to wriggle away from my mother's tight grip. Mom finally let's go and I get to breathe properly.

"Where's Dad?" I ask and walk around the house exploring the rooms. Nothing has changed since the last time I was here.

"He's still at work, but I think you'll have time to see him before you leave," Mom replies, wiping her floury hands on her apron.

"I just put the pie in the oven so we have time to talk while it bakes," Mom takes off her apron and directs me to the old couch in the living room. When was the last time we even bought new furniture? Mom thinks it's useless to buy new ones because the old ones still work just fine. I fall on the couch and Mom sits next to me.

"Tell me how you're doing in school. What are your classmates like?" my mother asks and turns her head in my direction.

"They are all such lowlifes. Everyone is way too loud and stupid," I say directly with a straight face. My mother bursts out laughing.

"Hahaha! Well, you're hard to please," Mom nods and wipes tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Isn't there anyone in your class who isn't a 'lowlife'," Mom asks.

"Kirishima," I say truthfully. That came out pretty straight. Why would I want them to know about that redhead. I am a little confused by my words and feel slight warmth at the tips of my ears.

"Oh, Kirishima! Why him? What is he like?" mom seems surprised and focuses her gaze on me.

"Loud, stupid ... and really manly," I say accidentally. That was a little weird. I don't usually talk about my friends so openly with my parents. Something is wrong.

"Hmm ... you really seem to like him," my mom smiles.

"I like him," I admit before I even had time to realize what I was saying. I feel the heat on my cheeks. Something is really wrong! That sounded so wrong.

"I didn't mean I like him in that wa-" I try to correct what I said, but my mother interrupts.

"There's nothing wrong with that if you like your classmate!" my mom laughs and gives my hair a hard fluff.

"I think you misunderstood something," I say, raising my voice. I feel getting a little bit angrier now.

PING

"Aah, the pie is ready. Wait a minute," Mom gets up from the couch and hurries to the kitchen. I stay on the couch looking stunned. What just happened?

"Katsuki! Come to eat!"

I think it's best to just forget the whole thing and hope the quirk disappears. I get up from the couch and drag myself to the kitchen. Tea, coffee, honey and sugar are placed on the table. A steaming apple pie is placed on a glass tray. I sit at the end of the table and take a plate for myself. As a kid, I ate a lot of apple pie. It has been a while.