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"You fuckers are nasty," Bakugou states, looking at the pile of dishes in the kitchen. "How the fuck do you not know how to wash the dishes? Most of you are 17, for fuck's sake."
Kirishima stands by his side. "Y'know I can help you, right? Plus, there's 19 of us in class. That's a lot of dishes."
"Whatever," the ash blonde says, rolling his eyes. "Let's get started."
And just like that, the two of them are washing the dishes together.
I watch from one of the green couches in the common room, confusedly. This scene seems almost familiar, like it's on the tip of my tongue, but I can't place it.
"Bro, they're crazy," Kaminari whispers to me. "Like, I can't believe Kirishima managed to get close to the gremlin himself!"
"I don't know, man," I murmur back to him. "Maybe he's graduated from the idiot squad!"
"No way, Sero," is the electric blonde's reply. He shakes his head, golden eyes trained on mine. "Kirishima will always be an idiot. He's one of us!"
A crash comes from the kitchen, and Kaminari and I turn our heads towards it.
"Goddamnit, you idiot!" Bakugou yells out, eyes narrowed. "Did you just drop that?"
"Hey, it's not broken!" Kirishima shouts out joyfully.
"You're lucky." Bakugou is ticked off, as always, but he's not trying to physically or verbally assault Kirishima, which is what he would usually do in response. But he's always been soft on Kirishima.
Speaking of which, the redhead looks at the dishwasher. "Dude, these are in the wrong order."
Bakugou scowls. "Big dishes on the left. Smaller on the right, near the silverware."
"Nah man, it's reverse! You put the biggest dishes and the cutting board next to the silverware on the right, and then get smaller." Kirishima starts rearranging the dishes. Kaminari stifles a giggle.
Bakugou gives Kirishima a look. "Put them back. Now."
"Nah, man, this is how it's supposed to be!" Kirishima exclaims, laughing a little. He finishes up with the bottom rack, and I can hear the familiar screech of the top rack being pulled out. "Bro, the order up here is wack as well! What did you do?"
Kaminari can't help but laugh. I try to shush him, but he shakes his head.
"C'mon, they're funny!"
And I kinda have to agree. Bakugou can be pretty comical sometimes. And he's not as harsh when he's with Kirishima, so it is funny.
But I don't want Kaminari to get exploded. Jirou would kill me.
"The measuring spoons go this way, see?" Kirishima gestures to Bakugou, moving around plastic bakeware.
"It's called measuring cups, dumbass," Bakugou says.
"Same difference! C'mon, can we at least stay on topic?"
Bakugou scowls. "Don't know why you're so picky about how a dishwasher's loaded."
"I could say the same about you!"
The two of them continue to argue. I brush a strand of my black hair behind my ear, trying to see what's happening clearer. Next to me, Kaminari's chewing on a strand of his hair, intensely watching this unfold.
"Then load it yourself, idiot!"
"C'mon, Katsuki! You're the one who always complains about the dishes!"
Katsuki.
"Bro," Kaminari whispers to me.
And holy shit with extra cheese, hold the onions, Kirishima just first-named Bakugou.
"Eijirou. Fucking. Kirishima. It's. A damn. Dishwasher."
"BRO," Kaminari whisper-yells.
"He doesn't care?" I throw out, knowing that Kaminari can't really answer me.
"Please. Just let me do this." Kirishima stares at Bakugou.
Bakugou seems like he wants to yell, but instead, he just scowls, and lets out a quick "Whatever!".
"Oh. My. God." Kaminari's jaw drops to the floor. "Bro!"
"Bro!" I say back to him, because holy fucking shit how do you put this into words.
He gesticulates wildly, his hands flying around. "BRO!"
I nod, my face confused still. "Bro."
He half-laughs, as confused as I am. "Hey, you two! What the fuck?"
Bakugou and Kirishima turn their heads toward us. "What?" Bakugou asks, the edge back in his voice.
"Nothing," I mutter, as Kaminari gets ready to make a reckless speech.
"Mom, Dad, it's a fucking dishwasher, for pizza's sake! There's no right order! It just washes the dishes!" Kaminari's still kinda laughing. "Seriously! You guys are ridiculous."
I turn to him, raising an eyebrow, but smiling what Kaminari calls my stoner grin (DISCLAIMER: bro I don't smoke weed how the fuck do you think I'd get that in UA? Bitch like-). "Mom and Dad?" I turn to Kirishima and Bakugou, who are both flustered.
"SHUT UP, YOU IDIOTS!" Bakugou screeches, an explosion popping in his palm.
"Uh-" Kirishima is blushing, and he seems too confused to handle the gremlin.
"Pfft-" Kaminari starts. "Ight Ima head out, please stop them if they try to kill me, Sero!" He walks backwards out of the room, waving and smiling until he spams the elevator the same way he does in Super Smash Bros, trying to head up to his room ASAFP.
I just shrug, and turn my attention back to the kitchen. Bakugou's muttering something, probably curses, to Kirishima, and Kirishima's hurriedly saying something, attempting to calm him down. I can't really hear what happens, but it looks like Kirishima says something that strikes a chord with Bakugou, and the blonde relaxes, a clear "Fine" coming from his lips.
Kirishima grins at him, and let me tell you, that man is like sunshine. Seriously, his grins are the best. And he saves his best ones for his best friend, Bakugou.
I smile, and I know they're not paying attention to me, but I'm glad Kirishima has found a friend that he really treasures, and that someone can balance out Bakugou's craziness.
I look back to the TV, where me, Kaminari, and Ashido were watching a show. Ashido's still there, eyes trained on whatever dramedy this is. She looks up to me, her gold and black eyes watching expectantly, like she thinks I'm gonna comment on the situation. I shrug again.
She smiles a little, before glancing to the kitchen, where we can hear dishes being scrubbed and loaded again.
"You wanna know something, Sero?" Ashido asks me.
"Huh?" I respond.
"That whole interaction with Kiri and Bakugou... it did kinda remind me of my parents."