Summery: Sero invites Bakugou to his house after Katsuki's mom kicks him out
Bakugou frowned down at the stack of bills currently residing in the palm of hand. They didn’t look like much, in fact he wasn’t sure they were gonna last for the duration of the summer. But hopefully they wouldn't have to. Flipping the bills this way and that, Bakugou let a thoughtful frown replace the previous one on his face as he contemplated his situation. If he was careful and stretched the money out for the next two weeks, he was sure it would at least last him till Aizawa-sensei came back from his trip, and then he could just crash over at the man’s house until the school year started up again.
The plan didn’t leave a lot of room for error, but if Bakugou played his cards right, he would avoid most unpleasant scenarios. One of them being, homelessness.
Grinding his teeth, he stuffed the money back in his pocket forcefully and leaned backwards against the park bench, closing his eyes to protect them from the bright summer sun.
The whole argument with his dad was her fault, and then she had the nerve to turn it all back on him and kick him out of the fucking house.
Just the thought of her smug face raised his blood pressure to a boiling point. She had wanted him to apologize, that much was clear.
She had wanted him to come crawling back on his hands and knees and beg to be let in like a fucking dog. The hag loved having power over him. Loved waving her fucking privileges in his face and make sure he knew where his place was in the household.
Well fuck her, Bakugou didn’t beg for nothing and to no one, and not the least to her. He was going to make it on his own just like the last two times and when Aizawa-sensei got back from wherever, he was gonna go crash with him.
Of course it was just a matter of times before Aizawa-sensei started to ask questions, but fuck, Bakugou was desperate, and one more time couldn’t hurt right? If this happened again, he would tell. He would tell his teacher everything. Katsuki had promised himself that.
And fuck, he didn’t break his promises.
But for now, it was a blessing that the lazy man never asked him for anything. No explanation, no prodding, no nothing. Just let him in and allowed him to make that one guest room in his apartment his own.
He was always going to be grateful for that, no matter how everything unfolded in the future.
“YO Bakugou! Bakugou man hey!”
Katsuki’s eyes slowly came up from where they were staring at his feet in daze to meet those of Sero as his mind slowly registered the running presence of the other boy in his direction.
“Yo man!” Sero called out again a bag of chips dangling from one hand and waving frantically with the other, his signature grin popping up when he realized he’d caught Bakugou’s attention. “Fancy seeing you here!”
Plopping down next to him without waiting for an invitation, Sero bumped Bakugou lightly on the shoulder in greeting. “Spotted you across the street,” he said as if to clarify why he’d suddenly come running over like a madman. “Could not just avoid saying hi to you after that you know.”
Bakugou glared at him. “Next time please do,” he grumbled, kicking his friend.
“Ouch,” Sero whined, bringing up his foot to clutch at it dramatically and sending him a wounded look.
Not dignifying whatever the fuck that was with an answer, Bakugou just swiped the chips from the other boy’s side and munched it down by the handful. Eyes firmly focused ahead of him and shoulders hunched.
He hadn’t realized how hungry he was until he’d seen it. And fuck if he hated junk food, but at this very moment, it almost tasted like heaven.
Tapeworm didn’t seem to mind this intrusion on his possession. And rather than get pouty about it he just laughed out loud a cheeky grin dancing across his lips.
Bakugou elected to ignore him again.
“I thought you were heading home today?” Sero asked casually. Bakugou stopped chewing. Eyes moving slightly to look at the black-haired boy from the corner of his eye. “I was,” he said slowly. He hadn’t wanted to answer, but for some bizarre reason he couldn't fully remember now, he’d promised himself long time ago that he wouldn’t lie to this idiot. They all had.
Shitty hair has said something about having someone to trust and unburden their secrets to in the group and for some fucked up reason that person had turned out to be this moron.
“I see,” Sero said, moving lightening quick to snatch three pieces of chips from the bag before Bakugou moved it out of the way. “Is it ok if I ask why you’re not?”
Ahhh, that’s probably why.
‘When had he gotten so tired? Did his body always feel this heavy? God, he felt so fucking done with everything.’
Opening his mouth after swallowing a handful of chips, Bakugou licks his lips lightly before answering. “The hag and the old man left on a sudden trip is all.”
Sero again didn’t seem to want to ask the obvious question of what the fuck his parents were doing leaving on their own and abandoning their only son in a city infested with villains, but Bakugou rather liked that about him.
“That sucks,” tape-face said, bumping his shoulder against Bakugou’s. “Any other plans?”
Bakugou shrugged again. “Waiting for Aizawa-sensei to come back.”
“But he won’t be back until next week?”
“I guess I’ll fucking wait for him till next week then.”
“Wait a minute,” the knock-off Spiderman suddenly said lighting up like Christmas tree. “That means you don’t have any plans right?”
Bakugou would have honestly hit him at this point if it was any other day, but he was so fucking tired and just done with everything all he could do was nod. “Yeah,” he breathed out, shoulders hunching in on themselves even further.
“Then you can come stay with me!”
Duct tape was shining like the fucking sun now, but it was his words that startled Bakugou out of his stupor. “What?”
“You can come stay with me,” Sero repeated, almost bouncing in his seat the way he was moving around. “My mom always whines to me that she hasn’t gotten to meet you yet, and she feels especially down when Eijirou’s mom calls to brag about you staying over, so this is going to be great for her too!”
“Huh?” Katsuki felt like his brain was shortcutting like dunce face has just run electricity through it, and speaking of dunce-face.
“We can even play all those new games I haven’t brought over to the dorms cuz no way in hell I will let Denki just shortcut them and we can eat all kinds of snacks cuz my mom loves guests and we can have sleepovers and it’s going to be great!”
Bakugou was just gaping at the other teen at this point. What the fuck was he even talking about? Sero had just invited him over to stay with his family for a whole fucking week and the idiot didn’t even seem to mind. Frankly he looked fucking ecstatic about it. Like the fucking chaotic mess Bakugou was didn’t bother him at all and that contradicted 100% with how the hag had always told him there was a limit to how much others could tolerate being around him.
He’d known shitty-hair was different, but tapeworm too? It just wasn’t-
Fucking duct tape wanted him to come stay at his house. Something about that just wasn’t properly computing in his brain.
“Yo Bakugou, you ok man?”
Suddenly startled out of his thoughts, he barely managed to hold back a surprised yelp. “Hey Katsuki, dude you with me?”
Bakugou bit his lip hard. Not wanting to let out a stupid tear-felt whimper when he met the other young hero’s concerned gaze.
Who would have thought that someone other than shitty hair and Deku would do more than tolerate his fucked-up presence?
Turning away quickly, he rubbed a hand furiously over his eyes, soft almost inaudible sniffs helplessly breaking out despite how hard he tried to suppress them.
Fucking hell, he was such a baby. “I’m ok,” he grunted after a solid minute of silence and Sero being the God sent moron he was didn't even interrupt him, as the blonde desperately tried to compose himself from his suddenly overemotional state.
“Good to know,” his friend said then, standing up quickly and reaching out to help Katsuki up as well. Bakugou swatted it away of course, making Sero snort in amusement. But when the other swung an arm around his shoulders to lead him over to what he presumed was in the direction of his home, Bakugou chose to let it be.
Half way there, he softly whispered “Thank you.”
Sero didn’t say anything back, but from the way he squeezed Bakugou’s shoulder tightly, Katsuki knew he’d heard and knew he never had to say it in the first place. Sero didn’t need to be thanked for looking out for him ever.
