Captions On (Kiribaku Fanfic)

~9~ Wow, Physical Affection

Bakugou POV

Shitty Hair's been helping me prepare for the auditions for the past month. I hate to admit it, but he's a really good teacher. At least in terms of acting. I probably never would have gotten as good as I am now without him. That being said, I still need work.

I've gotten into a routine for practicing. Every day, once I finish work, I go home, eat dinner, and then I go over the lines and practice some skills that I might need. Shity Hair then texts me a random scene he found online and I film myself improvising it to practice that part of the audition. Once I finish that I just do whatever until I need to go to sleep.

The last few days before the audition go by uneventfully and the day where all my hard work will finally be tested comes by a lot sooner than I would have liked.

Quick disclaimer, I've never actually been to any auditions so um I'm sorry if anything is wrong and if it is please tell me so that I can fix it thanks :)

I convince Shitty Hair to drive me since he needs to pick up groceries anyways, and it helps take my mind off things since I don't need to worry about driving. I turn my hearing aids, which I got fixed around two weeks ago, off as I walk into the community centre where they're holding the auditions. I don't want to be overwhelmed by the loud ass people in the centre. I mean come on, do you all need to yell to the person who is standing right beside you? I can hear you from outside and I'm deaf!

I walk over to the sign in table and I write my name down on the paper. I follow a group of people into a hallway and am told to sit down on one of the chairs that are lined up outside of the audition room. I can feel my breath hitch as I sit down and the level of panic in my body goes up tenfold. I really don't want to have a panic attack right now. People are already looking at me and I don't need even more attention than I'm getting. I swallow down my panic and take deep breaths. Once I calm down enough I recite my lines, that I have memorised by now, until my name is called.

I almost don't hear it. Good thing I decided to turn up my hearing aids at the last minute. I stand up and walk over to the lady who called my name. She smiles at me and leads the way into the room. I stand in the middle of the room and wait for the auditioners to tell me what to do.

The room is decently sized but it's almost completely empty, other than a few props here and there. There's also a table against the wall and four people sitting behind said table. They all have papers in front of them and a few have a cup of coffee too. They seem to be the auditioners so I face them. They finish reading the papers in front of them, which I'm guessing are the papers with my info on them.

I didn't have to say that I'm deaf on the information form but I'm guessing that they already know that. I mean, my hearing aids really aren't made to be discrete. Black and orange really doesn't blend well with white skin and ash blond hair, you know what I mean?

They look up and then the one in the middle, a middle aged, white man with a short, graying beard, tells me in a very monotone voice, that I can now act out the scene that I've been practicing. I do as he told me to, and might I just add, I think I really killed it.

They write some stuff down and then the same guy hands me a paper with the improv scene. He tells me that I get five minutes to read over the lines and then I have to act it out. He also says that I can use anything in the room as a prop for the scene.

I use my five minutes and then act out the scene. I think I did well. The prepared scene was definitely better but I think I still did pretty well with the improv.

Once all of that is over, they thank me and then say that I should hear back from them in a week or two. I leave after that and make my way outside of the community centre. I need to go somewhere where it's quiet and where there aren't as many people. I call Shitty Hair and he immediately comes to pick me up. The moment I get into his car, he bombards me with questions. I just tell him that I don't want to talk right now and I look out the window.

He doesn't question it and just drives me home. I thank him for picking me up and for his help and then I walk into my apartment.

I'm still in a daze from the audition. That was the most stressful thing I've ever had to do in my life. I decide to just take a quick shower and I go right to sleep. I just want this day to end as quickly as possible.

Kirishima POV

So, I still don't know if he did well or not. He didn't say anything in the car, and his expressions didn't help me at all. He just kept a straight face the entire time and looked out the window. I don't know if he's happy or sad or mad or angry or anything!

I feel like he might just need some time to process the audition. I had the same problem when I first did one. It takes a while to come to terms with the fact that you just did that and that was your only chance to prove yourself.

I leave him alone for the rest of the day and go to sleep. Once I wake up the next day though, I text him right away. I really want to know what happened!

He calls me and I answer right away. I guess he doesn't feel like typing right now.

'So, how did the audition go?' I ask him.

"It went well I guess." Damn, he's awfully quiet today. I mean, he hasn't even yelled at me once!

"Do you want to go somewhere with me today?" I want to make him feel better.

"Sure, why the hell not."

He ends the call and I get dressed. I pull on a white tee shirt and some light blue ripped jeans that I cuff at the ends. Ya know, gotta have those cuffed jeans. I also grab a red flannel shirt that I tie around my waist. I put my phone and wallet into my pockets and put on some bright red shoes that I own before grabbing my car keys and setting off to go pick Bakugou up.

I get to his house and he's already waiting for me outside. This is new. He's always inside when I get here.

He comes up to me and gets in the car. I follow him and I sit in the driver's seat. Something is really wrong. He didn't even say hi to me.

"So, how did the audition really go?" I ask him. I feel like he's not telling me the truth.

"I already told you, it went well!" He snapped at me.

"Then why are you so closed off right now?" I gently ask him.

"I don't know!" He seems like he's on the verge of a breakdown. I stop the car on the side of the road and I look him in the eyes.

"You know you can tell me anything right? I won't judge you."

I see tears start to form in his eyes. I've never seen him so vulnerable. It kind of makes him seem more... human I guess?

'I don't know, I guess I wish I did better on the auditions... I don't know what the results are going to be and I'm scared and I don't know why because it's not like I'm a professional actor whose career is on the line I'm just a guy trying out for fun but I feel like I still need to be perfect and I know my performance wasn't perfect.'

He keeps on talking and I sit there and listen to him. I think he really needs this and I don't mind helping him sort some things out. Halfway through I end up grabbing his hands in an attempt to calm him down since he starts to cry and I hold onto them all the way until the end.

By the end, he's fallen asleep in the car seat and I drive him home. He seems like he's had a rough day so I gently wake him up and lead him into his home since he's still half asleep. I settle him into his bed and then I start to walk out of the room. Right before I close the door though, I hear him call out to me from the bed.

"Stay..."

'Bakugou do you want me to stay with you?' I answer, slightly hopeful for I don't know what reason.

"Yeah, c'mere," He says while shifting in the sheets. He makes room beside him and then opens up his arms as if he wants me to lie down beside him.

Ah what the hell, I might as well stay. I jump into the bed beside him and he immediately snuggles up into me. I wrap my arms around him as my face flushes red. I'm glad he can't hear me right now since that means I don't have to talk. If I did have to, I would be a stuttering mess.

I feel his breathing slow down, signaling that he's asleep. I push my nose into his hair and fall asleep breathing in his scent.