The Villain Integration Program | Kirishima x Bakugo x Reader

Kirishima's House | Chpt 41

"Huh..."

"Is...that why you don't ever wear a fucking shirt?" Bakugo asked, finally piping up.

"Well...the costume people don't get it right. No offense to them," Kirishima admitted. I smirked and Bakugo held back his snarky comments. "Up this way!"

He led us down the sidewalk. It was really cold out, I could tell, but it wasn't really a problem considering I was all bundled up. It was a nice street with houses all lined up in a row and big trees out front. Kirishima was beaming before we even got to his house, so it was clear that he really loved being home. He stopped at a nice home, letting himself in through the fence and holding it open for us. I felt nervous.

We stepped up a few concrete stairs, past some dormant bushes covered in snow. Kirishima unlocked the door and let us inside. I held tightly to my bag, not knowing where to put my things, where to leave my shoes.

"Mom? Ishi?" Kirishima called out.

First came a woman with a soft, round face. She was all cozied up in a sweater, much shorter than Kirishima. She padded into the room in her slippers, brushing smooth brunette hair back. I watched as it immediately frizzed up. Of course she could change the texture, she must've by mistake.

"Eiji," she said, pulling him down by his face and peppering him with kisses. Kirishima's eyes scrunched shut, whining slightly. There was a smile on his face though. She had a joyful expression on his face and I could see where Kirishima got it from, even if she wasn't involved in the genetics process.

"Mom," he said, brushing her off.

"There's my little ishi! How is school going superstar??"

My attention was drawn to an extremely muscular woman as she walked in. Her footsteps were heavy and she nearly crushed Kirishima in a hug, lifting him up off the ground. She was taller than Kirishima for sure and probably stronger. She let him down and he grinned at her. That was where all his energy came from. Okaasan was very clearly the sweet side of Kirishima and Ishi was just full of life and brute force.

I remembered that Kirishima actually had black hair, which was what his mother had pulled back in a knot. Despite the fact it was December, she was in a tank top and gym shorts.

"I came home early to work out and see my favorite son," she said, pinching at his face.

"I'm your only son," Kirishima pointed out, tugging his face away. His mothers smothered him in a hug together. It looked so nice. Ishi turned to look at Bakugo, who was patiently waiting at the door.

"Ah it's good to see you again Katsuki," she said, ruffling his hair. Bakugo was not appreciative of the ruffle, but he just caved under Ishi's hand. I watched Okaasan smile pleasantly in Bakugo's direction. After being acknowledged, Bakugo took off his jacket and shoes. Ishi turned to me and I stood there, a lump of jacket and fabric with a terrified look on my face. "Well hi there."

"Hello, I'm (y/n). I'm Kirishima's classmate," I blurted, jutting my hand out for me to shake. She let out a loud laugh, taking my bag from my shoulder.

"Don't need to worry about the formal greeting!" she assured, tugging my scarf off. "I've heard all about you."

Oh great, the news was not a great source about me.

"Eijirou talks about you all the time when he calls home," she said, flashing me a dazzling smile as she hung up my scarf for me. He talks about me?

"Mom!" Kirishima called. She tossed my bag at Kirishima and he caught it, an embarrassed frown on his face. I shed my coat and shoes, placing them neatly near the door.