Storm
Kirishima
The afternoon was a rainy one; it seemed the thunderstorm from the previous night had brought another in not too far behind it, and it was evident that it was going to let up anytime soon. As usual, Kirishima spent the majority of that time in the garage working on board commissions after his mother had given him a few souvenirs from her trip.
His work was distracted, though. It was nearly four in the afternoon and Bakugou still hadn't responded, or even looked at his message for that matter. He wasn't active on Instagram, nor had he contacted any of the others when Kirishima took a second to ask. He sent another message Bakugou's way when he still hadn't heard from him.
>You okay?
That didn't elicit a response, either. The longer the day went on without a single word from his boyfriend, the more anxious Kirishima felt, the stronger his worries grew. It was less about the 'I love you' message and more about the 'what if he got into an accident on the way home' thing. A million scenarios ran through his mind, and for a second he even considered calling the nearest hospital to see if Bakugou had been checked in anywhere.
"Stop jumping to conclusions," he muttered to himself, bouncing his knee and maneuvering his way to a local news website to see if there were any reports of a bike accident in the area. There were none, which allowed him a little relief, but that still left his question up in the air, unanswered.
With his lip trapped between his teeth, Kirishima tapped the 'call' button on Bakugou's contact info and pressed the phone to his ear, waiting. Just as he thought it was about to ring, it skipped straight to the automated voice mail system without ringing once.
"What the hell?" he mumbled to himself. He attempted the call again, chalking it up to a technical issue, but the same thing happened again, and then again when he didn't want to believe Bakugou's phone was really off or dead.
"Maybe 'm just jumping to conclusions," he mumbled, setting the device down. Bakugou was a heavy sleeper and his phone had been dead before he left early that morning. Maybe he'd just slept in all day, despite the fact that that was uncharacteristic of him. Who knew, maybe he really was that tired after their date the previous night.
Besides, the last thing Kirishima wanted to be was the obsessive boyfriend—the one who needed to know where his significant other was at all times and be in constant contact with him. Bakugou was his boyfriend, but he didn't have an obligation to keep in touch 24/7. He was allowed to do things that didn't have to do with Kirishima. He was allowed to have a life outside of their relationship, of course. He could do what he wanted.
Kirishima just... figured that was something Bakugou would talk to him about before he went off and did it. Their relationship was healthy in that way; they communicated.
Then again, maybe Bakugou was having the same issue Kirishima had been facing since the second he sent that first text message and was too paranoid to turn his phone on and face Kirishima's reaction.
There were so many thoughts and possibilities running through Kirishima's mind at once that his head was starting to spin. He was overthinking this, he knew he was. But without some sort of answer from his boyfriend to understand just what was going on, he didn't know what he was supposed to do or think.
Unable to concentrate on his work anymore, Kirishima hopped down from his stool and headed back inside. In the living room his mother was preoccupied with her usual Netflix show on in the background as she worked on sewing some clothing. Quietly, Kirishima sunk down onto the sofa beside her, spinning his phone between his hands.
"I thought you'd be in there the rest of the evening," his mother murmured without looking up.
"Too distracted," he mumbled.
"What with?"
"...haven't heard from Katsuki all day. I'm kinda worried, but I'm tryin' not to be too obsessive about it."
"He's probably just busy."
"Yeah, but he usually tells me when he has stuff to do and he hasn't talked to me at all today, even to tell me that."
"Perhaps he forgot."
"Yeah." I hope so, Kirishima thought with an internal sigh.
As he tried to let himself get lost in the mindless reality show on the screen, he felt like he was tossing a ball back and forth in his head between thinking he was being ridiculous and worrying too much and having a gut feeling that something really was wrong. Regardless of obsession, he had a right to be worried, right? Especially because this was such abnormal behavior for Bakugou...
"Maybe he got called into work," his mother suggested a few minutes later, "and couldn't spare a minute to tell you."
"Sero said he didn't. Already asked."
That was the point when she looked up at him. "Give him a little more time, Eijirou. I'm sure he'll come around and let you know what's going on."
All Kirishima could do was nod. He knew that much, at least, but it didn't lessen his anxiety any less, especially because he didn't know how much longer he would have to wait...
All thoughts came to a halt, however, when his phone lit up with an incoming call. His heart jumped in hopes it was Bakugou, but when an unknown number filled the top part of the screen it sank. He wasn't exactly expecting any random numbers to call him, and he figured it was probably just another one of those stupid phone scams. Even still, it couldn't hurt to pick up and find out for sure, especially since his gut twisted and his mind screamed for him to answer it.
"Hello?" he asked, sitting up.
"Ei?"
Kirishima practically lurched upright to the edge of his seat. "Katsuki?"
"Fuck, I did remember the number right. Listen, is your mom home yet?" Bakugou sounded rough. His voice was strained—only a little, but it was; Kirishima knew his voice well enough to be able to tell right off the bat.
"Yes," Kirishima said. "She got back earlier today."
"Good, so can you pick me up or what?"
"What do you mean? Where are you?" Kirishima asked, gripping the phone so tightly his knuckles were white. He was vaguely aware of the fact that the TV show was paused and his mom had looked up from her sewing.
"The fuckin' library. The one on 148th."
"What? Why? And how come you're calling me from a weird number?"
"Look, I'll explain everything when you get here. Right now I'm soaked and 'm fucking pissed and upset... and I just need to see you, okay?"
"Yeah. Of course, Katsuki. Are you okay, though?"
"...not really, no. Just come, okay? ASAP."
"Okay, I'm on the way. I'll be there soon."
"'Kay."
"Bye."
"...bye."
Kirishima was shoving his feet into his shoes before the conversation was over. Having picked up on what was going on, his mother had already shut off the television and was working on getting her own shoes, too.
"What's going on, Eijirou?" she asked.
"I'm not sure. He said he's at the library on 148th. He didn't really tell me what's going on but he sounded really upset."
"Let's go, then," she said, gesturing toward the door.
Rain was absolutely pouring down as they stepped outside. Sidewalks were completely wet and the gutters were rushing with rainwater. Kirishima's mother was forced to have the windshield wipers on their highest setting as they maneuvered down the road towards the highway.
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Bakugou was soaked when they found him, standing hunched just outside the doors of the library, shielded only by the overhang on the building (that was, incidentally, pouring down water anyway because the rain was too much for the old gutters to handle). Kirishima hopped from the car as soon as it was slow enough to be safe and made a beeline for him.
Wearing nothing but a pair of old jeans, a t-shirt, his leather jacket, and his boots, Bakugou stood tense, his crimson eyes hard and smoldering. What little eyeliner was left ran down his cheeks from all the rain, and his hair was a complete mess. His clothes were drenched through, and it was clear he was cold.
"Hey," Kirishima huffed as soon as he reached him. "What happened?"
"...some fucked up shit happened, that's what," Bakugou grumbled, swiping at his face. Kirishima's eyes narrowed as a result; was... was Bakugou crying...?
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"I'll tell you when we get to your house. First just... figure out what the hell you're gonna tell your mom."
"She knows," Kirishima said, relaxing. "I told her earlier when she got home. Whatever you have to tell me, it's okay if you do it in front of her."
Bakugou's eyes flickered to the right where the car sat just a small distance from the curb. "Are you sure?" He asked the question quietly enough that Kirishima had trouble hearing him over the rain.
"Yes," he said with certainty.
"...whatever. Let's just get the fuck out of this shitty rain," Bakugou hissed.
The two of them jogged over to the car; Kirishima threw open the back door and let Bakugou in before he, too, plopped inside and yanked the door shut behind him once the other moved over enough.
"Are you alright?" Kirishima's mom was asking, twisted around in her seat to see them both. The question was directed right at Bakugou, who hesitated.
"...no," he mumbled, running his hands through his dripping hair. "Not really."
"What happened?" Kirishima asked, unable to help leaning toward his boyfriend. His heart was in his throat in anticipation and dread; he knew that whatever Bakugou was about to tell him definitely wouldn't be good.
Bakugou looked Kirishima straight in the eyes as he gave his answer. "My parents are fucking homophobes, that's what happened."
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