Bakugou woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. He found himself sitting upright, a heavy weight on his left side.
He and Kirishima had ended up talking for a few hours until they both fell asleep, leaning against one another like two halves of a rooftop. Bakugou felt really weird about it, but not weird enough to stir Kirishima from his sleeping position.
He answered his phone quickly, without looking at the caller, so that Kirishima wouldn't hear.
"Katsuki, where are you? Dinner is starting."
"We'll be right there. Calm down." Bakugou groaned. He hung up without saying goodbye.
"Kirishima, wake up."
"Hunh?" Kirishima's head lifted from his shoulder. "What time is it?"
"It's dinner time."
"'M starvin'."
"Then get your ass in gear."
Kirishima grunted again and Bakugou felt him shift beside him. He opened the closet door and stepped out so Kirishima could follow.
"I gotta say, for a closet, that was one of the best napping places I've ever been in."
"It better be. I didn't wear down  the floor for so many years just to have you call it a bad napping place."
Kirishima laughed at this.
"Anyway, I hope you like spicy food, because the old hag has never made anything mild."
"If that chicken you bought me was what you consider spicy, I think I'll be fine."
"Moron." Bakugou rolled his eyes, walking toward the dining room.
Kirishima followed, cheerful in his movements.
Everybody was already gathered when Bakugou entered the dining room. The only two seats left were on either side of fucking Deku.
Bakugou groaned. There was no escaping the loser.
When he sat on Deku's right, Kirishima sat on his left. He felt weirdly separated from the redhead, in a way he hadn't felt before.
He didn't like this, not one bit.
"Glad you finally made it, Katsuki." Mitsuki said as Bakugou sat down next to fucking Deku.
"Whatever." He rolled his eyes, pissed that he had to sit through this dinner. He hated everybody around this table, all those shitty relatives and family friends. Why did he agree to do this? Why did he bring Kirishima along?
Bakugou lowered his head to his plate, digging into the food set out for him. He let his mind wander away from the table, to its own place where he wouldn't be bothered. However, the peace didn't last long since his old hag of a mother had to say some dumb shit.
"So, Izuku, I heard you got a little girlfriend."
What? Seriously? Fuckin' nerd ass loser found a girlfriend? How did he manage that?
"Uh...yeah. We met a few weeks ago." Midoriya buried his gaze in his food, face redder than Kirishima's shitty hairdo.
"Oh, what's her name? Is she nice?"
"Her name is Ochacho...and, yeah, she's really sweet." Deku started gushing about his shitty girlfriend and Bakugou struggled to keep his food down.
All this sappy shit was making him nauseous.
"Maybe Katsuki will take a page from your book and start dating soon. I'm still waiting on grandkids." Mitsuki teased.
Bakugou choked on his potato wedge.
"You're not getting no snotty grandkids, old hag. I'd bring home a boyfriend before I brought home any disgusting kids."
Mitsuki smirked, eyes landing on Kirishima, who was watching the exchange with an unreadable expression on his face. "You might have done that already."
What was that supposed to fucking mean?