Fate is Purple

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Story Stats

Word Count: 1053 words

For:

WA Challenge Weekend

Prompt

Zera’s Challenge

Color Mix-up

Story Type

Fanfiction

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Pairing: Kiribaku

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Eijiro didn’t know about anyone else but he firmly believed that fate is purple. Some people like to go on and on about the red string of fate that connects each person to their perfect soulmate. But for him, it didn’t happen like that. There was no red string or any string at all really, just a couch. A purple couch to be exact. Yeah, fate is definitely purple.

Eijiro ed the first time he had been invited over to Bakugo’s dorm room. He had stepped through the door and his nose was immediately hit with the pleasant smell of spices. Eijiro turned towards his friend, head tilted in curiosity.

“Cook something recently?” he questioned, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

Bakugo huffed a sigh, “Yeah, it’s from my lunch earlier today. Made it between classes. Is it that unusual that I like to cook shitty hair?

Eijiro shook his head and grinned brightly, “Nah, I was just curious since I could smell the spices.” Then a flash of color caught his eye and he turned his head towards it. A chuckle slipped from his lips and he instantly covered his mouth with his hand.

“What? You got a problem with my couch?” Bakugo spit out, his annoyance clear in his voice.

“No, nothing’s wrong with it. I just didn’t expect it to be purple. It looks so out of place with the rest of the room.” Eijiro itted as his eyes took in the brown coffee table and the baby blue walls.

“It was on sale and it’s damn comfy. Who the hell cares what color it is? Are we going to do this stupid project or not?” Bakugo grumbled out as he collapsed into the said couch and started to riffle through his bag.

Eijiro simply smiled slightly at his friend and sunk into the couch next to him. His eyes widened a bit in surprise. Bakugo hadn’t been kidding, it was a pretty comfortable couch.

That purple couch quickly became their spot, Eijiro noticed. Sure they could have worked at the kitchen table or in Bakugo’s room but something kept them sitting on that purple couch week after week as they put together their term project. It only took a few of those weeks for Eijiro to start fidgeting like a squirrel and feeling warmer than usual despite removing his jacket before coming inside. He wasn’t sure what had started it all. Whether it was Bakugo’s broad shoulders or the way that Bakugo’s hair caught the late afternoon sunlight. But that purple couch quickly became comfortable but also so incredibly uncomfortable. Eijiro shifted his sitting position for the fifth time that afternoon as he messed around the white cards that carried his speaker notes. He gulped as he watched Bakugo shift his muscular arm to reach for his phone on the coffee table.

“Start talking in three, two, one, now.” Bakugo’s deep voice counted off before pressing his finger against the timer.

Eijiro stumbled with his index cards and bit his lip a little bit as he fumbled with his index cards. He already knew exactly what he had to say and the words were practically on the tip of his tongue. Eijiro took a deep breath in and opened his mouth but the words just wouldn’t come out. He cursed under his breath as his shaky hands slipped and the little white cards were all over the floor. Eijiro bent over to scoop them off the floor hastily.

“Sorry, I messed up again,” he finally managed to vocalize, his throat was all tight so he almost sounded strangled.

A strong hand grabbed his wrist and yanked his arm and therefore his torso back up to sitting position. “Damn it shitty hair! This is the tenth time we have restarted the presentation and each time you get worse. You couldn’t even start your part this time.” Bakugo growled out, his eyes narrowed and his stare pierced directly into Eijiro’s soul.

“I just dropped my index cards this time. I swear I’ll get it right. Let’s go again.” Eijiro tried to reassure his friend even though he couldn’t make his voice sound normal no matter how hard he tried. He bit his lip again, looked away from his friend, and prayed desperately that Bakugo would just let the topic drop. Instead a rough hand grabbed his chin and turned his head forcefully. Eijiro found his red eyes staring deeply into Bakugo’s own. He knew that Bakugo’s eyes were technically the same color as his own but somehow Eijiro liked Bakugo’s eyes better.

“Cut the crap shitty hair. I know something else is bothering you. You’ve been fidgeting this entire time and it’s damn annoying. Be straight with me! What’s bothering you?” Bakugo told Eijiro harshly, his hand keeping a firm grip on his chin so as to not let him look away.

Eijiro gulped, knowing he couldn’t get away with a lie this time even if he wanted to. “I can’t focus on work when I’m around you. At all.” He groaned inwardly before he just took the plunge. “I see you as more than a stupid friend alright!” Eijiro squeezed his eyes shut as he shouted that. He didn’t want to see Bakugo’s face when he inevitably rejected him.

Instead, the fingers gripping his chin held him tighter and Eijiro felt himself get pulled forward. Eijiro cracked his eyes open to question Bakugo when hot, ionate lips covered his own and stopped his question in its tracks. As quickly as it started, the kiss was over.

“Damn it…” Bakugo cursed under his breath as he pulled away. “You think you’re the only one with stupid feelings.”

Eijiro blinked in confusion before a blissful smile made its way onto his face. “You like me too?” he asked, positive that he heard it wrong.

“Yes, I do. And don’t get used to hearing it because I sure as hell am not saying it in public.” Bakugo flared up, his cheeks burning red in embarrassment. “But I like you too, Eijiro.”

Eijiro’s mouth dropped open, Bakugo almost never used his actual name. “I like you too, Katsuki.” Then he leaned forward and kissed him.

Fate, Eijiro decided, is definitely purple. Since all of this happened due to Katsuki’s purple couch.