Teenage Haze

Something About Us

The first week back at UA had been wild, all kinds of orientation activities, some fun some not. But, that first weekend, the two were glad to be allowed off campus for the entirety of Saturday.

Of course, they had chosen to spend their time at Katsuki's house.

Kirishima loved the Bakugo's house. It was huge, with nice decor, always smelling just a bit caramel-y.

The blond shouted a greeting to his mom, who just waved as she was on the phone that moment, talking to a client. Mitsuki and her husband were both high-end fashion designers—hence the large, well-decorated house.

The boys kicked off their shoes and dropped their bags by the front door, making a beeline upstairs for Bakugo's room where they'd be quietly out of her way.

As usual, it was in tidy order, not a stray paper or blanket in sight. Flopping onto a plush bed bench at the foot of Katsuki's bed, Eijiro stretched out like a cat in the sunshine, glad to back in the homey room.

Katsuki leaned back on his bed, seeming to soak up the warm leisure in the high-noon sunbeams. It was nice to be home.

They quickly settled in, Bakugo reading, Kirishima finishing homework and a powerbar, a comfortable quiet filling the room.

As the sun began its slow descent Kirishima gave a little exclamation, holding up the complete work.

"Finished?" The blond mumbled, the aggression usually laced in his voice, lost between the lines of his book.

"Uh-huh!"

"Took you long enough," void of anger, he sounded almost gentle.

Smiling subtly, Eijiro took that as an invitation to sit on the bed. He picked a book off the shelf, one he'd read a thousand times, and kneeled on the beds edge, waiting a moment for a spot to be made for him to sit. The blond, however, did not move.

"Dude scoot, I wanna sit too." Kirishima said, nudging the other boy towards the left side, away from the middle.

"No, shitty-hair, it's my bed." The blond objected, partially kidding, a tinge of feigned botherment returning to his tone as his attention fell away from the book's pages.

"Whatever bro, be that way." In spite of it, Kirishima sprawled out right on over the blond as if he wasn't even there.

"Kirishima!? ugh, whatever..." To protest Kiri's protest, Bakugo remained in his position acting as if he didn't even notice.

But, they stayed that way.

Laying there, on the blond's bed, reading, the redhead using his friend's belly as a pillow, enjoying the soft rise and fall of his steady, relaxed breaths as they basked in late afternoon sunlight. Waiting any moment for Mitsuki to shout that dinner was ready.

They were comfortable. Comfortable in the other's presence, in their silence, in their space, comfortable against their skin, comfortable... together.

And maybe it was being back at school, around other friendships, other people, that allowed them to truly see that they were not the same.

It was as if no one else knew this kind of comfortability together, they simply couldn't attain it.

And, as if in unison of the thought, they looked at each other for a moment, as sundrops painted them with a golden prettiness, and blinked... then turned away, as if nothing'd happened.

Mitsuki called them to dinner soon after, and as the clambered downstairs to eat, and any rising thought was pushed to the far backs of their minds.

After dinner, the two helped clean up and retired to the living room to play a bit of Mario Kart.

Katsuki was devastate to lose, though Eijiro gladly took the victory, taking a selfie in front of the glorious win to keep memorialized forever.

They decided to quit then, before game-rage could cause any actual damage to the Bakugo's living room. It was almost eight-thirty anyways, time for Katsuki to start his night time routing, so the timing was at least ideal.

Kiri sat on the bathroom counter brushing his teeth and babbling incoherently to his friend through the minty foam, who listened carelessly as he washed his face.

At first, Kirishima had found the strict schedule a bit weird, but by now, he was completely used to it, following the blond through his routine chattering through the process, keeping his friend company. And admittedly, the blond enjoyed it, even as he peppered in a 'shut up', he enjoyed the constant company; in a way, it was like having a loyal dog always following you around.

No, not a dog, dog was harsh, he was more like a companion, always there, but willing to give him space when it was seen fit. A unique but perfect dynamic.

As they climbed into bed, a respective pillow wall dividing the bed, the red head still talked, his voice soothingly entertaining. Until, when his eyes hung heavy, Bakugo told him to hush up, and bid a quiet goodnight, returned by a much louder one.

Mistuki popped in to check on them, though, Bakugo, as usual brushed it off, and Kirishima, as usual, did not, giving an eager 'night!' in return.

Despite it, the blond could admit, it was nice, sleeping at home, in a cozy place without the chaos and cacophony of the surrounding dorms keeping him awake far too late. Instead, steady breaths, and the air conditioner's gentle hum lulled him to well-needed sleep.

The next morning was quite relaxed, actually. Bakugo awoke around six am, made a coffee thermos and carefully climbed back into bed to read.

Which, was exactly what he was doing when Kirishima rose.

Noticing his friend stirring, Bakugo lowered the book, nudging the redhead's leg with his own, as a sort of good morning gesture.

"Oi Kiri, you slept in, we gotta pack up soon." He muttered, calmly flipping the page.

"Hng? Kirishima rolled over, processing in his waking haze. "Oh... 'kay,"

"Thirty minutes, we're not going to be late."

"'kayyy,"

"My parents left for work already, there's coffee in the kitchen, and that cup you like so much is in the dishwasher."

Despite a gruffness, there was an aspect of caring underlying his face, a hint of remembrance for something as trivial as Kirishima's favorite mug, even making sure it was cleaned for him to use that morning. Eijiro smiled, staring up at his friend.

"Stop looking at me like that," the blond huffed, kicking the comforter over Kirishima's face, trying not to look at the utterly joyful expression.

"Do you guys have that h—"

"Yeahh, we have hazelnut creamer." He sighed.

Pumping his fist, Eijiro pulled the comforter off his face, sitting up in the unmade bed, cool air breezing his cheeks from the overhead AC.

After a moment, the two moseyed downstairs, where the had a bit of coffee and chatted about the up and coming year, nothing too exciting.

Afterwards, collected their weekend bags and tossing them in Katsuki's car. UA had strict off-campus rules after the wild crime-rise and they were for sure not going to risk the consequences of returning late that day

Blasting music, the two began the small drive back to school.

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