Starry Night Sky [KiriBaku Fanfic]

This is why I don't socialize

     "Katsuki!"

     The blond man turned around to face his mother, a bored scowl on his face. "What?" he spat, shifting the box in his arms so he wouldn't drop it.

     His mother smiled at him. Not the one she gives when she embarrasses him or the forced one she gives when he gives her attitude, but a genuine, proud, motherly smile, one in which he hasn't seen in years.

     "Don't forget to call us every now and then, you brat," she wavered as she quickly climb the stairs, pried the box out of his hands and hugged him tightly. Katsuki wasn't used to getting hugged like this so he patted her back before pushing her off.

     "Yeah yeah, you don't have to get all sappy, it's gross." Katsuki scoffed with a small, content smirk before Mitsuki slapped him upside the head.

     "I can get sappy if I fucking want too!"

     "Well take it somewhere else, I don't wanna fuckin' see it!"

     Mitsuki took the boy in a headlock and ruffled his hair. "Hey, don't get mouthy with me, you brat!"

     "Stop it already you old hag!"

     Masaru jogged up the stairs, gently putting a hand on his wife's shoulder so she would let go. She did.

     Katsuki stood up disheveled and lightheaded, trying to straighten himself up.

     "Alright Katsuki," Masaru roughly placed a hand on his shoulder, giving small shove of encouragement, "take care of yourself."

     "Geez, you guys make it sound like we're never gonna fuckin' see each other again!" Bakugou thought for a moment, "Actually, that wouldn't be so bad—"

     "Hey!" Mitsuki punched his arm and the parents shared a laugh before departing with their son. He went up to his room with the last box in hand. He could start unpacking as soon as today since he didn't have that much to begin with.

     However, as soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he wished he never came to this school.

     He saw 4 people, one of them the redheaded stranger he met earlier that week. And they were right beside his room too. Which of the 4 was moving in next to him?

"Kiri! Why is this box so heavy?!" The pink haired girl whined as she set down a big ass cardboard cube. Bakugou grumbled under his breath, cursing at his luck.

"It's my exercise equipment," the redhead deadpanned. Bakugou swiftly walked to his room door which was about 10 feet away from the other people. He tried to open it but it was locked.

"God damnit..." he muttered to himself aloud, gaining the groups attention as he set down the box angrily. He took out his phone, dialling his mother cause she was the one who had his key.

"Hey—Hey, you're the guy from the other day!" the redhead named 'Kiri' he presumed. The man jogged up to him, his confused friends close behind.

"Hello?"

"Yeah hey, did you lock my fuckin' door?" Katsuki deadpanned furiously, ignoring the idiots behind him as he smashed the elevator button.

"Why—Oh shit!" There was a bit of fumbling on the other line.

"Hey man, do you rem—"

"Shut the hell up, shitty hair! Can't ya see I'm on the fuckin' phone?!" Katsuki growled, making the group gulp.

"Shitty hair? Who's that?"

"A dumbass who is giving me claustrophobia from standing so close—do you know anything about personal space?!" Katsuki nudged him back.

"Sorry man, but as I was saying—"

"Mom, you have my fuckin' key or not?" Bakugou ignored, gaining a yes from the woman. "Meet me out front. I'll be waiting there." Before the woman could answer back he hung up and pushed pass the group of strangers.

"Hey man wait up—"

"Kirishima, you're being kind of rude," said the pain faced male who was holding his arm.

"But—"

"Oh my fuck, first you come up to me with your annoying ass kid, you try to fuck up my phone call, and now your trying to fuckin' talk to me when I'm in a hurry! What the hell do you want?!" Bakugou crossed his arms and tapped his foot as Kirishima lit up in a smile.

"Ah! So you do remember!"

"Yeah no shit. No one could forget that stupid hair of yours," he rolled his eyes. "Why would you do that to yourself?"

"Hey! There's no reason to be so rude!" the yellow haired boy demanded.

"Shut the fuck up you off brand pikachu," Bakugou scoffed and turned on his heel. "Now if you'll fuckin' excuse me, leave me alone ya punks."

"Says the punk," the girl muttered. They didn't even blink and Bakugou was already grabbing the front of her shirt.

"You wanna fuckin' go, raccoon eyes?! Hah?!" Katsuki yelled in her face. She looked shocked and frightened for a second before she pushed him away.

"You're such an ass!" she yelled out as Kirishima stood in between them.

"Dude, not manly at all! Chill out!"

Katsuki glared murderously at Kirishima as he slowly walked towards him, stopping a few centimetres from his face. From this close up, Bakugou could see the tiny scar on his eye lid and a few freckles that dotted his face.

"Then fuck off and don't talk to me." He shoved him, walking off with hunched shoulders and depleted mental energy. He hadn't meant for things to go that far, but it played out the way it played out and he couldn't do anything about it now that it was over. He might need to pay a visit to his useless therapist again.

He got the key along with a scolding from his mother about being careless even though she was the one that had it. He brushed it off, stomping back to his room.

From then on, everything was hell.

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Tell me if this is too short or long enough cause I have a bad habit of shortening up 2000 words to 900 so 0-o

That made no sense but oh well