Oneshots Of Various Ships And Caliber

Friend or Fake? - Kiribaku

I warn you, most of these will spawn from rants and headcanons. Criticism is welcomed, please.

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Bakugou Mitsuki didn't know what was happening.

She was sitting in her desk in her room staring at the wall. Her husband was away visiting family for a week. Her son was in the living room, playing Mario Kart of all goddamn things, with his "friend" that he brought home for holiday.

And Mitsuki had no idea what was happening.

She remembered how it happened, though. She remembers the phone call, Katsuki asking if he could bring a friend home. She remembers scoffing, and him growling on the other end of the phone.

"What? You think even with all the fucking time I've been here I haven't made any goddamn friends?"

"Friends, no. Maybe followers." Mitsuki snorted, shifting the phone to her other ear.

"We'll fucking see when I get there then!"

Mitsuki had only shaken her head after he hung up, already chuckling when she wondered what poor soul her son was going to force to come here. She was already betting herself whoever it was would be gone by the end of the first day.

She remembered opening the door about an hour ago, expecting someone shy like Izuku or maybe cocksure like Katsuki himself. She had certainly not expected the grinning mess of red her son had shown up with. Were his teeth filed? Mitsuki looked to her son questioningly.

"Old hag," Katsuki sneered, "This is my best friend, Kirishima Eijirou."

She turned her attention to the spikey redhead, who was still smiling away, though his cheeks had tinted a bit, "Nice to meet you Bakugou-san!"

Mitsuki raised a delicate brow but nodded anyway, with how polite and smiley the boy was, she didn't think he'd even last an hour. She wondered what Katsuki was giving him to make him do this, maybe he was being blackmailed?

Katsuki grabbed the boy, Kirishima, by the arm and dragged him past Mitsuki and inside, "Come on, Shitty Hair, I'm about to prove that Discount Pikachu wrong and fucking destroy you at Mario Kart!"

Mitsuki had retreated to her room to wait for the inevitable yelling that would follow anyone agreeing to play Katsuki at anything. But aside from the normal shouts that come from teenaged boys playing video games, none came.

Mitsuki decided she needed a drink to deal with this.

She made her way to the kitchen and fixed herself some tea, it wouldn't do to get drunk this early, but instead of just going back to her room, she paused by the door of the living room.

The two boys both had headsets on, though Kirishima's was just at max volume and sitting around his neck, and it seemed they had connected to someone else's game and was talking to them. Kirishima had the same wide grin as before, but now Katsuki also had a sharp smile as well.

"HAH! Take that shitty Pikachu! Blue shell up your ASS!" Katsuki shouted, pumping a fist in the air quickly before going back to the game.

"Douth mine ears deceive me?" A voice came from Kirishima's headset, "Is that a smile I hear in Bakubro's voice?"

Katsuki scoffs, "Shut the fuck up, Scotch Tape, and focus on the damn game."

Kirishima laughs, and Mitsuki watches her son's eyes flit to him for a second before focusing back on the game, "Yeah Sero, he's smiling, don't let the bad boy act fool you."

Mitsuki shook her head and went back to her room, he'd be gone tomorrow for sure.

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Five days passed, and Mitsuki observed curiously as Kirishima and her son interacted. Katsuki had kept Kirishima as far away from her as possible so far during his visit, and it was annoying her.