A Month in a Week (Or Two) // Kiribaku

Rain, Rain, Go Away~ No, Seriously, Fuck Off

AAAAAAAnd we already missed the first two days (kind of). Off to a wonderful start. This one is really short, but you can deal with it <3

Warnings: Cursing

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Everyone knows that jeans and rain do not mix. Rain makes the stupid pants absolutely unbearable to wear. Any sane human would know that; keyword being "sane".

Katsuki's boyfriend was apparently not sane.

However, he knew this. He knew this and still expected Eijirou to be smart about his wardrobe choices. Of course, someone who wears Crocs day in and day out - even trying to wear them in the fucking house - can't be left to their own devices. They'd been dating for months so Katsuki thought his style might have rubbed off on him. Oh, he was so fucking wrong.

They were supposed to meet at the cafe close to their house, Royal Mocha, after patrol. They had been assigned different routes due to the sudden villain spike. He vowed to put an end to the half assed criminals who forced him to spend 8 hours a day with some annoying newbie.

Katsuki left work a bit early to met Eijirou, he needed someone to bounce his frustration off of. He had been waiting for not even five minutes and it suddenly started to rain. Like a fucking cliche movie. The sky had been clear when he walked over, but now it was pouring. He had hoped Kirishima wore his workout shorts he knows he keeps in his work bag rather than the jeans he also knows he left the house in.

He was immediately proven wrong when the door to the cafe was opened by something akin to Red Guy.

"Oh my fucking God", Katsuki mutters.

"Kats!"

Kirishima waves at the blonde who was seated at a table, walking over. Bakugou just watched as his crocs made a terrifying squelching sound with every step. He could say nothing, completely stunned by his boyfriends stupidity. Only he would wear his stupid bellbottoms in the fucking rain. And of course the extra weight from the wet denim wouldn't bother him seeing as he once had a fucking slab of concrete hooked onto his foot once without noticing.

By the time Eijirou had reached the table, Katsuki's mouth was turned up in a strained, feral smile as he let his head slam onto the table.

"Katsuki?!"

Eijirou was already trying to get him to sit up so he could see what was wrong. He only started panicking more when Bakugou's shoulders started shaking.

"Hey, baby?" Eijirou bent over so he was whispering in his ear soothingly, "What's wrong?"

In one swift motion, Katsuki was sitting back up and grabbing Eijirou by the shoulders. That only served to confuse the red head more as Bakugou was giving him the most bittersweet smile, holding in silent chuckles.

"You're fucking insane." The blonde grits through his teeth.

With that, Kirishima breaks out in giggles, "It's my outfit, isn't it?"

"It's always your outfit when it comes to you, idiot." Bakugou lets go of his boyfriend's shoulders and stands up, "We're leaving. It physically ails me to look at your miserable fucking pants."

Eijirou just follows, complying with laughter flowing out of every pore. Katsuki was happy no one was paying attention to them, not that there were many people to anyways. The cafe was pretty small, a perfect quiet place they loved to visit. He turned his head to the counter to give a nod that they were leaving only to find the cashier trying to cover up their amusement. Bitch.

"Kats," Kirishima gets out once he can talk again, "It's still raining."

"I fucking know that."

"But you hate the rain."

"I hate the fact you're wearing soggy ass bellbottoms with crocs in the rain infinitely more."

"... Point taken."

A swift push is all it takes to be bombarded by the slight storm. He takes a couple steps before he realizes Eijirou wasn't following him. He turns around to see the man in question stumbling out the door with an open umbrella.

"Here," He hands it to Katsuki, "Borrowed it from the cashier. Said her shift wouldn't end before the storm did."

With an affectionate sign the blonde turns back around to keep walking. What'd he even do to deserve Eijirou? Dense fucker doesn't see what's good for him. But, he supposes he could make up for his shitty eye sight and become someone worth seeing.

"Thank you."

"Maybe I should start wearing jeans in the rain more often-"

"Don't you ever. I will personally explode all your clothes that have even a fucking ounce of denim in them."

Eijirou waves his hands in surrender, "Alright, alright, understood, sir Dynamight, sir."

They continued to walk in a comfortable silence under the umbrella, the only noises coming from the rain and occasional car. Bakugou couldn't help the small smile that appeared on his face as they walked. Kirishima had started humming.

He had started humming fucking Rain, Rain, Go Away.

God, if he didn't know his boyfriend's quirk was hardening, there's no doubt he'd have thought it the ability to be inhumanly adorable. He never did anything to deserve this, and Eijirou keeps saying he never had to, but he swears he'll do anything and everything to keep it. He'd stand in a thunderstorm for hours if Kirishima really wanted him to. He'd do anything.

He grabs Eijirou's hand, his smile still at home on his face, and starts lightly humming along. And he meant every note.

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Uhhhh. Hopefully they'll be another chapter today-