Colours [Bakugatsu Day 11]

It hadn't taken a genius to notice Bakugou's theme. From the time he got his provisional license, he had slowly but steadily grown to own a wide array of items in his signature colours. A black leather wallet with an orange stripe across it; a neon orange drink bottle with a black logo; a collection of black t-shirts stamped with orange graphics, or in one case, an explosion motif that had made his friends laugh when they saw it. It wasn't a big deal, it wasn't like he was seeking the things out, but if he needed something new and it was an option, then why not fit his theme?

Midoriya had caught on pretty quickly, of course. Bakugou had always had eclectic tastes, it was fascinating to work out what it was about each item that he particularly liked – it was never the same reason twice. So when everything had started to converge on one common colour scheme, he'd picked it out immediately.

“Kacchan, I got you a present!”

The first one had been kind of amusing. A pair of socks, black, patterned with tiny orange crosses that almost matched the one on his shirt. He'd actually smiled as he accepted it, as twisted as his smiles always were, and the next day Midoriya had seen them poking out of his school shoes.

“Kacchan, look at this!!”

Next had been a coffee mug, black and orange stripes. He'd snorted at it, but the next morning, sure enough, Midoriya had seen him standing at the kitchen sink taking long sips from it as he stared at his phone.

It wasn't until he hit gift number twenty that Bakugou snapped.

“Why do you keep getting me presents?” he demanded, looking at his black and orange backpack, containing black and orange book covers, beside a black and orange drink bottle cover, covering a black and orange drink bottle.

“Because they're your colours!”

“But why are you looking for gifts in the first place?!”

“I'm not?” Midoriya's eyebrows knitted together, his head tilting to the side slightly. “I was out shopping with Uraraka and I just saw it and thought of you.”

“Haah?!”

“I guess I got quite a few, huh?” he smiled sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck as he dropped his gaze. “I'm sorry, I was just excited seeing things that reminded me of you and I had to get them.”

“It's fine,” Bakugou shook his head, face softening. “I thought... I don't know, shitty nerd, thought you were bribing me or some shit.”

“No! I swear!” Midoriya assured him, eyes wide as he looked up again in a hurry. “I'll stop! I didn't think, I'm sorry.”

“Don't stop.”

“What?”

“If... If you're thinking of me, it's fine,” Bakugou grumbled, pouting as he looked away. “Just don't... Go out of your way, or some shit, I dont know.”

“Okay!” Midoriya grinned, “just if I think you'll like it!”

“Yeah.”

“So, um, you'll take this one?” he asked shyly, holding out his hand again with a tiny orange bear perched on his palm. “He needs a good home, Kacchan.”

“Fine,” Bakugou snorted, snatching the bear and shoving it in his pocket. “But I'm taking this one too.”

Midoriya squeaked when Bakugou grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together, but when he looked up at the flushed cheeks he couldn't help but smile again.

“You can take that one any time, Kacchan!”

“Good.” Bakugou nodded sharply, tugging him a little closer. “Even if it's not my colours.”