Bombs Go with Wings

Dirty Laundry

I debated marching up to his door and knocking but decided that I wasn't going to go nuts just yet. I hauled my shit to the elevator and it clicked to my floor. I got in and angrily stared at the floor. 

I punched the 'BASEMENT' button harder than I meant to.  Just before the doors could close and hand stuck in between them. Bakugo huffed and brought with him a bag of dirty clothes.

I didn't know much about normal relationships. Although I wasn't in the mood, a small warmness spread through my chest. Some delight came from doing seemingly normal things with someone you admire. I was silent in my thoughts and continued to stare at the floor. I felt Bakugo staring at me. I decided I'd wait for him to say something.

The elevator dinged and he huffed and grabbed my laundry along with his.

"I heard you huffing and struggling with it in the hall, I'll carry this for you. I figured I'd do mine too while no one else is around." He spoke coolly.

I silently followed and I separated my laundry into groups while he shoved all of his in one load.

"What the hell are you doing other than making more work for yourself?" he huffed

"Separating so nothing gets hurt or bleeds."

"You only wear black. What's going to bleed?" He spat sarcastically.

Dabi wore denim and white shirts. I didn't want his shirts ruined.

I stopped what I was doing and shoved all my clothes into one.

"Your right, it doesn't matter." my voice cracked.

I felt Bakugo jump, "Oh no no no Kai, you can do your weird shit with your laundry if you want. I didn't mean to make you cry. Please don't cry"

He hugged me, I shrugged him away.

"You didn't do anything Katsuki. It's okay, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out." I wiped my eyes. I hated crying in front of people.

He took some of the laundry out of the washer and started putting it in haphazard piles.

"I don't know what shit goes where," He muttered to himself.  In any other context I would've thought this was hilarious.

I watched him frantically separate all of my clothes that, like he had said, was all black and looked the same. He sighed and put the clothes down.

"We are washing pants by themselves and shirts by themselves" He turned to look at me for approval.

I put on a smile and combined the piles he made and started the washer "It's all the same."

He cautiously put his hand over mine. I smiled.

"Are you always so quiet? Or did I do something to upset you?" He asked gently

"I'm just comfortable in silence."

"I was upset and I ignored you." He sighed, "but it didn't feel right so I shoved random clothes in a bag to wash with you." He facepalmed, "I just wanted to be near you. You make me feel calm."

"Give me your energy." I said calmly

He looked at me, "You can't expel it though,"

"I want to try something."

I put my hand on his chest and I pictured me pulling something out of him. My hand glowed a dull orange and I felt Bakugo sigh and relax. My body felt rigid and tensed up. I felt like my arm was going to rip in two. I gritted my teeth.