| 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗶 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 - 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 |
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲
𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄;
i abhorred weekends.
why? because it meant i had to spend more time at home.
so the easy solution was, don't spend more time at home.
so there i stood, in front of his front door, rethinking my entire viability. i knew i was going to regret ever existing. my hand slowly brought itself to the door bell, gently pressing it with my knuckle.
...
"peppermint?!"
bakugou looked perplexed as ever. "how- wh- why- wha- how in tHE HELL DO YOU KNOW WHERE I LIV- MPH!" i forced a hand over his mouth, pushing him back inside of the house and slamming the door shut behind me.
"bakugou, your neighbours are sleeping." bakugou whacked my hand away, crossing his arms over his chest. "what the hell are you doing in my house at six in the morning, halfie!"
"uhm.." i shuffled nervously. "you forgot your board the other day." i presented his skateboard, which i had carefully wrapped in bubble wrap a few hours prior.
"oh," he snatched it from my hands, chucking it into the garage which was right next to where i stood. "thanks.. i guess." i scratched the back of my neck. this whole situation was awkward. i wanted to crawl under a rock and die.
"well, if that's all you need then y-" "can i spend the day with you?!" i blurted out, immediately regretting it once i saw his face twist into scepticism.
"wha- with me?!" he spluttered. i nodded gingerly, looking at everything other than him. "i just.." i sighed. "i don't particularly want to spend the day at home. and i have no where else to go, so.." bakugou rolled his eyes, turning the lock on the front door.
"unless you wan't to slip and fall on your ass like the dumbass you are, take off your shoes.. and your socks. the floor is slippery."
i smiled, watching him retreat down the hall. i slipped out of my trainers, tucking my socks into the soles. i followed the blonde's directions, leaving my backpack by the door.
bakugou was right. the flooring was nothing like i had ever seen. the house had a very japanese feel to it, but the mezzanine wasn't made of tatami mats. instead, some sort of glossed over quercitron oak.
bakugou's home in general, was dainty and orderly. it was relatively small, yet cosy. the walls were painted an olive green with white accents, and the ceilings had intricate carvings into the wood.
but what made me frown, was the lack of photos. i couldn't spot a single image of bakugou and his parents. even i, had family photos on my walls. it was a little depressing in my opinion.
i followed down the hall bakugou had retreated through, finding myself in a modern-day traditional dining room.
the flooring changed to a soft, creme carpet. the table was painted olive green with stubby legs, soft brown cushions surrounding it. on the wall hung a canvas of the great wave off kanagawathe, plant pots held up by chains hanging in the corners. the checkered shoji doors were slightly slid open, exposing a petite sized chaniwa garden.
i caught the subtle whiff of something bitter, leading me to enter another room connected to the lounge. bakugou was leant against the kitchen counter, humming along to the subtle sound of indie band music emitting from the dark green speaker situated above the sink.
the blonde had three pans he was multi-tasking. he sprinkled a pinch of salt over two freshly cracked eggs which were frying as he stirred through a saucepan of miso soup and sautéed a pan full of tofu along side it.
the smell of acerbic coffee filled my nostrils, and i could already feel my mouth watering. i hadn't eaten in at least 24 hours. and i couldn't think of anything i wanted more.
and as if he had read my mind, he spoke: "you want some, or whatever..?" "yes." i immediately responded, feeling my stomach growl in need.
"then you're gonna help. i'm not your slave. put the rice in the bowls." my eyes scanned the room, falling upon a medium sized rice cooker and two small porcelain bowls.
i snatched the wooden spoon straight from bakugou's hand, using it to scoop the fluffy rice into the designated dishes. i placed the utensil back in bakugou's hand, ignoring the middle finger i had received straight to my face.
"get the kimchi from the fridge." i nodded and bent down to open the fridge, scanning the shelves for the red naba cabbage. there was a whole shelf devoted to liquor. different bottles ranging from beer to gin all half drank. i would be lying if i said it wasn't concerning.
my eyes lit up, snatching the see-through container from the top shelf before slamming the door shut. once i had returned back to bakugou, he had already plated most of the food.
on two separate trays, sat two bowls of boiling miso soup decorated with finely sliced tofu wafers and spring onion, the rice bowls had furikake seasoning with a fried egg served on top. finally, a mug of steaming black coffee was poured next to a pair of wooden chopsticks and spoon.
i stared in revelation, wiping a bead of drool from the corner of my mouth. "you'll catch flies." bakugou mumbled, shutting my gaping mouth for me.
"move your ass, halfie!" bakugou called as he exited the room with his tray. "right." i followed him out to the dining table. he placed his tray down, moving towards the shoji doors, sliding them to the right. the sunrise came beaming through just over the mountain's spikes, complimenting the minimalistic room exquisitely.
bakugou's house was at the top of a rather steep hill, and despite the economical price, in comparison to mine this house was much finer in so many ways.
he sat himself down next to me, admiring the view from the table as he dug into his rice. "thank you, bakugou." i thanked him wholeheartedly, making sure to get a slice of tofu on my spoon as i silently slurped the soup.
i hummed in delight, savouring the salty umami taste on my tongue. "i absolutely adore your cooking bakugou." i praised, splitting the fried egg's perfect yolk in half, the orange substance soaking into the rice. and paired with the fluffiness of the rice and the crunchy furikake, it tasted like something god would eat.
"if your food tastes like this, i'm dying to taste your aunt's." bakugou scoffed. "my cooking's the best! you don't need to taste hers!"
...
"sure."
;
"you play the violin?" i asked, shocked. i was learning so many things about bakugou that i never would have thought i'd live to know.
"yeah. my father paid for lessons for me. he had a lot of money, so he paid for whatever instrument i wanted to learn. so i ended up taking lessons for six different instruments every week for about seven years."
i felt like a kid in a candy store. bakugou's room was definitely something to marvel at. his bedroom took up the majority of the attic, and the amount of things he had collected over the years was something i could gape at for hours.
his walls were painted dark green, and the floor boards were painted black. he had a double bed backed up against the central area of his widest wall, strips of LEDs stuck along the edges of the ceiling. his desk was so messy you couldn't even see it's surface. dozens upon dozens of sketches and models scattered around, accompanied by mechanical equipment such as hammers and screws.
he had a large glass case which took up a lot of the room, millions of golden medals and trophies lined up in chronological order. he had several black and white posters of bands and artists taped to his inclined ceiling, a drum set accompanied by an electric guitar, bass, cello and a violin on the wall.
it looked like your average emo teenage boy bedroom. it was a lot nicer than mine. mine was so minimalistic it looked like a bedroom you would see as an exemplification in IKEA.
"your room.. it's amazing." i admitted, reading all of the trophies he had won over the years. "yeah. i made all of the furniture from scratch." he said cockily from behind me, shuffling out of his bathroom as he wiped his hands on his black sweatpants.
"you're a very admirable person, bakugou." he scoffed and hit me over the back of my head, throwing himself down onto his bed which audibly creaked. "nah. have you seen the way everyone treats me at school?" the blonde snickered, pulling his laptop out of his bedside table.
"not really." i admitted nonchalantly, shrugging my shoulders as i sat myself next to him. "since it's my weekend, we're going to watch my favourite movie."
"and that is..?"
"IT."
my face went pale.
"d-do we have to?"
"aww~ is peppermint a pussy?~"
"no. i will watch it."
i ate those words ten minutes into the film, yelping and flinching as georgie's arm was bit right off. bakugou thought nothing of it, laughing monotonously at jump scares and spine-chilling scenes like it was a disney movie.
i felt my soul leave my body as i hid my face behind a pillow i had been holding up in front of my face. bakugou snickered at me, pulling the pillow away. "just watch it like you said you would, dumbass."
i once again, found my life escaping my body as i watched the laptop with one eye open, too intrigued to look away but too scared to properly look. i flinched at the clown's face appearing in the water, hiding my face in bakugou's shoulder.
the blonde tensed up before slowly snaking an arm around my shoulder. i felt myself blush from the unnatural heat flooding to my cheeks, making myself a little more comfortable in his arm. "too scary?" i shook my head. i knew he would endlessly make fun of me if i didn't finish it.
and to be honest, i didn't finish it. i just kept my head dug into bakugou's chest, still flinching at the occasional screaming and the nightmarish lines spoken by pennywise.
i hated that film so badly. i was never going to watch that ever again.
...
"well, time for IT chapter two."