The Truth (kiribaku)

Chapter 7

Bakugou POV.

The last lesson of the day was English. After lunch, the classes have gone by quickly. As thebell rings, students begin to pack their belongings. I get up from my chair relieved and shove my textbook in my bag. I'm still a little tired and rub my eyes.

Midoriya and his friends have already left, probably went to the new restaurant. Kaminari was the first to run with Sero from the door, and I didn't even have time to see them. Mina is gone too. Probably ran after them.

The other students also leave and only Kirishima, who waits patiently, stays in the class. I take the headphones from my ears and stick them in my bag. I nod to Kirishima as a sign of leaving and the boy gets up from his chair.

"Ready? Let's go then," Kirishima smiles energetically and waves his hand.

I follow him out the door into the hallway.

It's pretty quiet. Others have probably already gone to their dorms. I walk next to Kirishima and squeeze the strap of my bag tightly. Today Kirishima is coming to my place. It's not a big deal, but we don't usually have friends visiting us, so I don't know what we should do.

I take a look at Kirishima and our eyes meet. Kiri grins and glances around. I look at him in wonder. What is he doing?

I feel a slight squeeze in my hand and pull it away in fright.

"Someone could see!" I shout indignantly and frown.

"There's no one here. And if someone comes then I'll let go," Kirishima promises and reaches out my hand. I look around uncertainly and make sure we are not visible.

When no one is around, I slowly raise my hand in the direction of Kirishima. I hesitate for a moment.

Eventually, I put my fingertips on the boy's palm. Kirishima laughs quietly and takes my hand on a tighter grip.

"Let's go, Bakugou," Kirishima says tenderly and pulls me towards the dorm rooms. I squeeze my lips into a tight line and follow.

Once in a while, I turn to look back for possible pairs of eyes, but luckily I don't notice anything. Kirishima leads me along the empty corridors towards our rooms. We walk quickly past the living room so the students there don't notice.

Eventually, we stop in front of my door and Kirishima releases my hand.

"I will come to your room when I'm ready," Kirishima says, and turns to look at my direction.

"Mmh," I answer briefly and look at the floor. I notice Kirishima smiling and stepping closer.

Kirishima lifts my bangs and I feel how warm lips gently touch my forehead. I'm stiff from shock and raise my head to face Kirishima.

"See you soon," Kirishima grins playfully and waves his hand before going to his room.

I remain stunned and stand in the middle of the empty hallway. When I finally get my brain working I feel redness spread all over my face to my neck. I wrinkle my eyebrows feeling embarrassed and irritated. Kirishima! What the heck. How dare he do whatever he wants! I click my tongue loudly and stumble into my room. I slam my door shut with a loud bang to show my irritability. Damn...

I throw my bag in the corner of my room at high speed and nervously loosen my tie. My forehead is still burning. I touch it with my fingertips. Haah... I should probably start packing.

I dig a black t-shirt and loose blue jeans from my closet. I put them on and look at myself from my full body mirror. Not perfect, but whatever. I grab an old black backpack with orange stripes from the floor. This has been rarely in use. I don't even remember when I got it. Probably when I was quite young. At least its patterns are still cool. The zipper of the backpack is a bit stuck but eventually opened by force.

Hmm .. what should I take with me. I don't need a toothbrush or other hygiene items as they are already at home, but I could take some clothes. I'm not quite sure what the weather is for the weekend, so I take a little bit of all kinds of clothes. One hoodie, also black, shorts, a few pairs of socks, underwear and pajamas. I fold the clothes into a neat stack and place them on the fabric bottom of the backpack.

Then I need a charger and headphones. They also fly into the backpack and I close the zipper. The wallet and phone are going in my pockets.

I turn around to look at my room. It's neat and everything is in order. Good. I don't want to come back and start cleaning right away. Now I just have to wait for Kirishima. I have to remember to make him a bed when we get there. Do we have a mattress anywhere? Could be in the storage room. I also need to find an extra blanket and a pillow.

KNOCK, KNOCK

Jesus! I startle and turn towards the door. I almost had a heart attack, what the hell!

The door slowly opens and a redhead peeks behind it.

"Hey! Are you ready yet?" Kirishima smiles and holds his backpack strap with one hand.

Kirishima's clothes are nothing special. Red t-shirt, black shoes and gray shorts. His fiery red hair sticks out wildly towards the ceiling. I glance at his body from head to toes and finally raise my head.

"Mmhmm," I answer briefly and lift my black backpack.

I turn off the room light and push Kirishima out of the room. I close the door behind me and take steps towards the front door.

I don't hear Kirishima's footsteps. What is he procrastinating on? I turn and look at the standing boy.

"Are you coming! Or do you prefer to stay here?" I snort and nod my head towards the door. Kirishima is startled and catches my eye.

"Aah, sorry Bakugou! I was thinking if I had everything with me!" Kirishima laughs and takes a couple of steps towards me. I click my tongue and step out. You don't need to take this so seriously. If you forget something, you can always borrow from me.

The heavy door slams shut behind us and we turn towards the gate. The sun radiates its warm rays in the sky. No clouds have appeared. It's surprisingly hot.

We step on the other side of the gate and I steer Kirishima to the left towards my neighborhood.

Dust stings my throat and cars pass by at breakneck speed. Seems to be the rush time. The bright and colorful sign at the gas station grabs my attention. Should we go to the grocery store? I haven't prepared anything at home, and I don't even know what Kirishima likes.

I glare behind me and lock my eyes in Kirishima's big eyes. Kirishima tilts his head with a questioning look on his face.

"Hmm?" the boy asks.

"Let's go to the store before we go home," I say briefly and turn my gaze toward the windows of the grocery store in front of us.

"Yeah, let's go!" Kirishima nods and speeds up his pace.

Does Kirishima like chips... or does he like sweets more? Hmm.