Starry Night Sky [KiriBaku Fanfic]

Healing the world with comedy~

Authors Note: Please read

I apologize for not being active with this book. I have simply fallen out of love with My Hero Academia and the KiriBaku ship. However, I do intend to finish the book. I'm still in love with the storyline even if I have fallen out of the fandom.

Starting now, updates are to be more frequent.

I hope you continue to enjoy the story. Thank you very much for reading.
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     "What the hell am I doing?!" the blonde cries, smacking his face and ripping off the white button shirt he had on. He stood shirtless in the middle of his messy room. Clothes were splayed our everywhere and he has already tripped over two pairs of shoes.

     He grumbled and fell on his bed with a sigh. "Why am I making myself suffer?"

     A knock on the door startled him. With a sigh, he threw on a black undershirt and opened the door to reveal Eijirou, the original cause of his over thinking.

     "Uhm, you ready?" he asked, looking behind him. Katsuki grumbled, walking back into his room where the boy followed and gasped. "Woah, what happened?!"

     "First I couldn't find my paint shirt, and then I couldn't find my art shit," Bakugou said semi truthfully. Kirishima chuckled as he started scouring through the clothes. He pulled out a large canvas from a pile of clothes and Katsuki sighed in relief, snatching the item and finding his case of paints and brushes. Bakugou put on a red and black flannel over shirt and grabbed his keys and wallet before closing up his little room.

It was silent as they walked towards the elevator until Kirishima let out a little laugh.

"What's so funny, shitty hair?" Bakugou snapped straightening himself up. Kirishima reached forward, wiping something off his cheek with his thumb.

"Did you fall asleep on your sketchbook or something?" he chuckled. Katsuki took out his phone, flipping the camera towards himself. He about dropped it due to how disheveled he looked. And right then an there on his cheek, a smudge of pencil lead had appeared. Katsuki groaned, shrugging and putting his phone away.

"Maybe..." he grumbled under his breath before covering it up with a quick "Fuck off."

Kirishima laughed, teasing him about how much of a mess he was.

"Might as well live in a painting from how many you create," he implied in the car.

"Hell, I wish. That way I don't have to deal with your annoying ass," Bakugou retorted.

"How do you know my ass is annoying, hmm, been looking at it?"

"Maybe, what's it to you?" Kirishima coughed, obviously not expecting that to come out of his mouth.

"Ehh?!"

"Watch where you're going dumb ass!" Katsuki yelled at the car who was a bit too much in their lane. He huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he slumped down in his seat. He saw Kirishima frown in the corner of his eye.

"Hey man, are you okay? You seem a little..."

"Stressed? Pissed off? It's because I am captain obvious. I ran out of fuckin medication last night. That's why you're driving," Katsuki tilted his head back and closed his eyes.

Kirishima hummed in understanding and listened to the deep breaths Katsuki was taking to calm down. After a few minutes of silence Kirishima spoke up again.

"I didn't know you take medication," he admitted quietly, careful not to destroy the seemingly fragile atmosphere. When he received silence in response, he looked over and assumed Katsuki was sleeping. "Ah, sorry," he whispered.

     Katsuki noted how Kirishima turned down the music just a hair. He noticed how every time he had to turn he would slow down tremendously.

'This bastard is too kind to me.'

"Hmm..." Katsuki squinted his eyes a bit after he had that thought. He told himself there was no reason to be angry with Kirishima here, being considerate of his feelings.

"Ah, we're here," Kirishima let out a light amused chuckle, "You woke up just in time."

Bakugou yawned in response. After the adrenaline of anger left his body, he now felt tired and drowsy, but he felt relaxed so he didn't mind it.

Bakugou stepped out of the car and as soon as he did he was almost pushed back in.

"What the...?!"

"Mr. Artist is here! Yay!"

     Bakugou scoffed at the little girl hanging around his waist. And the fact that he had to hold the door and the frame of the car to keep himself from falling back at this little demon's surprise attack. But he couldn't be too mad, the little girl was really happy to see him for some reason. The 8 year old was strong.

"Ayana!" Miss Kirishima hopped off the porch after her daughter. She was dressed nicely. A pink and white floral prairie dress that went down to her ankles and hung loosely off her shoulder. Her black and short hair was curled and half of it was tied back with a few loose strands hanging in her face. She had the bare minimum of make up on but it was enough.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Bakugou-"

"You can drop the formalities," Bakugou interrupted, peeling the little girl off of him, "Bakugou is fine."

"Can I call you Baku?" Ayana asked innocently. The man grimaced as Miss Kirishima scolded her for the disrespect.

"Call me whatever, it doesn't matter to me." Katsuki reached in the back seat to grab his big old canvas but Eijirou beat him to the punch and was waving it in front of his face from the drivers side of the car.

"Mommy Mommy, did you hear? I can call him Baku!" Meanwhile, the little girl was having an absolute blast as her mother futilely tried to calm her down. Kirishima met Bakugou by his side as they strolled up to the nice looking house.

"Ayana looks really excited. Thanks for doing this man," the redhead quietly conveyed in an appreciative manner. Bakugou shrugged as he set up his station.

"Yeah yeah, go get changed."

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Eijirou looked confused as he looked down. Katsuki gave him a baffled expression as he glanced between the two beautiful females in their Sunday best and the guy with crappy red hair in a Gorillaz hoodie and red crocs.

"Excuse me, ma'am," the blond called the mothers attention and she looked up to see the guy pointing rudely at her son. "Please make him not look homeless, I'm begging."

"Hey!" Eijirou exclaimed obviously offended by the comment. Miss Kirishima blanked out for a moment before chuckling.

"I didn't even notice. Eijirou, come here for a few." The woman waved her hand in the direction of a what seemed to be the master bedroom and Eijirou gave Bakugou the stink eye of betrayal before following her. The door closed behind them and Katsuki was left alone in the living room with an 8 year old girl.

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