Teenage Haze

You're Weird

That next morning Kirishima awoke to morning sun pouring in the windows. Grumbling a bit, he rolled over to see his best friend, waking up at the same time.

In sleep, their limbs and legs had tangled together, Ejiro's left leg splayed over then under his friend's, Katsuki's arms, one above his head, the other falling lazily over the redhead's chest. Entwined in the mess of each other.

"Eiiiii, you freakin' bed hog," the blond grumbled, tugging the comforter off his friend, pulling it over himself.

"Whatever blanket snatcher." Taking back a corner of the blanket. Eijiro smirked, at the retort, a cheekiness in his half-open eyes.

But in that sleepy haze, the realization of their embrace set abruptly in, and they hurriedly pulled away. The air jarringly icy against the warmth of removed touch.

"Ha, I really am a bed hog." Kirishima mumbled, slinking into himself a bit. "My bad."

"Whatever," the blond pulled the blanket over his face, brushing it off as of nothing of it mattered, or frankly bothered him. With that though, they quickly moved on.

Bundling himself up in the throw blanket, Eijiro checked his phone before getting up to wash his face and change out of pajamas.

They chatted a bit about what to do with their day, Katsuki texting his mom a bit inbetween. And for a moment, he lowered the phone to fully acknowledged the redhead, but at the softened, surprised by the sight.

Kirishima stood, as normal, his usually over-spiked hair hanging loose and damp of his face, droplets of water trickling onto his oversized shirt, hanging loosely from his frame, a shirt stolen from the blond long ago. An aura of softness outlined his usually sharp figure, and he looked comfortable, gentle in the background of the light morning.

Katsuki couldn't hold the gaze though, breaking his eyes away in haste, a slightly crackling pop arising suddenly from his hands. Small explosions, like poprocks.

The blond glared at him. Of course, not out of anger, but confusion.

And, the though began to dawn on him.

He'd finally figured it out. Kirishima was not acting weird, he was.

A single water droplet fell from Eijiro's hair, glittering as it splashed on the countertop. For a moment, he seemed ethereal.

"Damn, my roots are showing again," Kirishima thought aloud, patting the inch of black hair showing distinctly through red, breaking the moment. "Wanna help me dye 'em later?"

"...sure, whatever." Despite being able to play it off, Katsuki's ears burned with blush. As much as he wanted this to be stupid, he couldn't find it that way.

"We gotta go in town, I'm outta dye."

"Whatever."

Rolling his eyes, the redhead finished getting ready, as his friend meandered out of bed to start his own morning routine.

They were ready soon enough, and headed downstairs for a bit of breakfast. A few classmates were already awake, but most chose to spend the weekends sleeping in until noon, leaving the commons pretty empty until lunchtime rolled about.

Sneaking out the slider door, the made their way down the front pathway of the dorms and followed the trail sidewalks into town.

It was quiet, but busy, on that Saturday morning, people peppering the streets as cars rolled past, each on their own simplistic journey.

The two passed on, and popped into a local continence store and grabbed the dye and Bakugo paid without batting an eye, despite Kirishima's protests.

In fact, Eijiro complained the whole walk home, but as usual, the blond heard nothing of it. He didn't have it in him to argue anyways.

Questions unendingly plagued his mind with each step as he eyes wandered to his friend, striking up a wave of new questions. An endless cycle really.

Later that morning, they sat in the bathroom as Bakugo helped bleach, then re-dye Kirishima's hair to a spunky shade of red.

He rather enjoyed the process. It'd actually become kinda their thing together; Katsuki would sit on the countertop and apply the colorants while Ejiro sat on the bathtub's edge, chattering about anything he felt necessary.

And when it was time, Kiri would sit with his head resting on the bathtub edge, as his friend gently washed away the excess dye, laughing out Katsuki's name as he sprayed water on his face.

The blond loved it. Despite the many things he'd never admit, he could truly say he loved this time together.

The thought crossing his mind with a warm smile as he tugged a towel off its hook and onto his friend's head, fluffing up his freshly reddened hair.

Giggling, blinded by the mess of towel pulled over his head, Kirishima flopped back attempting to playfully push the blond. Of course, he'd missed, falling back into his lap, head landing softly on Katsuki's thighs, letting them both grin as he pushed the fabric off his eyes, crinkling with smile.

"You idiot!" Bakugo burst out, lolling his head back in joyful fits of laughter.

Their smiles couldn't break in that moment as they beamed at each other in the gentle midday sun. The purest happiness plagued Bakugo's face, hanging over his friend's as his gruff demeanor fell away with a hasty ease, allowing a wider grin on the redhead's lips.

"Hey, Kat,"

"What?" He barely managed through rampant giggles.

"Your smile is pretty," for some reason, that caught Katsuki off guard, and a shade of joyful pink shaded into a vibrant red hue surrounding an unwavering smile. "Pff, you're blushing!"

"So are you, idiot!" He argued, cupping his hands upside-down around Eijiro's face as if trying to prove it.

"You're making it worse!" Reaching his own hand up, the redhead poked his friend's crimson cheek to tease.

"Oh my— shut up!!"

Their laughter subsided for a minute, though, bright smiles remained and they quieted, ever so briefly.

"Kat,"

"What?"

"You're pretty." Again, Kirishima was pleased to see the blond's face painted red as a cherry. A slight popping sounding from his palms in his flush of embarrassment.

They were simply happy together.

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