Kacchako Drabbles For The Soul

One Kiss (Is All It Takes]

Bakugo never liked kisses. Not that he's had much experience with them.

Other than the overbearing kisses his mother and father would smack on his cheeks when he was younger, and when that little blonde girl in second grade decided that kissing him on the cheek was something that wouldn't get her incinerated, he really had no reason to not like the very particular display of affection.

He just didn't.

They were wet and icky and gross and so, so unclean.

Truly, they were. Did you know that you can transfer over eighty million bacteria just by kissing for ten fucking seconds?

Yeah, well he did. And he didn't like the sound of that.

He never understood the need for kissing. Why anyone- anyone would ever want to do it.

That was, until Tuesday.

Tuesday. Fucking Tuesday.

Katsuki never liked Tuesday's. They were always so stale and stupid.

People like to shit on Monday a lot, but really, Tuesday was the worst day of the week. It had the Monday energy mixed with a false sense of hope for a better day, only to be overshadowed by the crushing weight of the knowledge that there were still three long days left of the week.

Tuesday was always so sluggish! So slow! So annoying!

And to reinforce the fact that Tuesday was a loser weekday, Katsuki had been trapped in UA by a rainstorm on Tuesday.

How fucking perfect.

Listen here.

It's not his fault that he had to be held back after class because he blew up a good portion of the gym during their quirk training, alright? If anything, it should be written off as valuable progress! He hadn't made an explosion that big in god knows how long, and it didn't even hurt!

Well, it didn't hurt him at least. The cement gymnasium walls had taken a great deal of damage, but really, who cares about a couple of walls when Katsuki can now blow up half a building without his gauntlets?

He calls that progress if he's ever seen it. 

Nonetheless, Aizawa had given him a firm reprimanding in That Tone Of Voice, and Katsuki was now stuck in the building and glaring at the sky.

It's not that he was afraid of some shitty rain, if anything, the rain should be afraid of him. It's just-

Well.

He didn't wanna walk in it, okay?

His house wasn't that far, but with the way it was pouring right now, and with his very obvious lack of umbrella, he would rather wait it out in this generously dry building than spend the twenty minute walk drenched and cold.

He knows that his hag will be on his case about listening to her more, considering she had yelled at him earlier that morning to bring an umbrella, but it's not like he was ever gonna listen.

He does what he wants. Fuck off.

So he's leaning up against the wall in UA's entrance hall, right? Completely alone, all the teachers and faculty no doubt either busy or already back at their homes, and completely and utterly helpless.

He was no fool. He knew this rain wasn't gonna let up soon.

With the way it seemed to fall harder by the second, Katsuki couldn't help but feel like he was being mocked.