No Questions Asked (A KiriBaku Fic)

Chapter One: The Agreement

Bakugou Katsuki was not the type of person to back down at a challenge, ever, even at the expense of his own wellbeing. He'd rip the world apart with his bare hands, provided someone said that he couldn't. He would move any mountain, jump off any cliff, or pull off any stupid stunt someone offered him, so long as they insinuated that he couldn't.

Tonight was one of the latter. Kaminari, in all his brilliance, found the spiciest ramen in the world and made an offhanded remark about how 'not even Bakugou could stomach it'. So, naturally, Bakugou ordered it online and made a mental vow that he would overcome it the same way he overcame everything else in his life; explosively.

He stood in the dorm's kitchen, staring at the soon-to-be-boiling water as if to make it boil out of pure intimidation. The ramen sat next to him on the counter in devilish red packaging, neon orange letters advertising the chilling scoville level. He could handle this, it was just some stupid ramen. He would finish this idiotic challenge and prove himself to Dunceface.

"Hey Bakubro! You're up late."

Bakugou turned away from the water and faced Kirishima who was walking into the kitchen. Hair down, shirt off, Crimson Riot pajama pants on. He gave a nod of acknowledgement and carried on with his water intimidation crusade.

"Isn't your bedtime 8:30? It's almost quarter to ten, aren't you tired?"

The concern in his voice pissed Bakugou off, but not at much as the idea of Sparky calling him a chicken.

"'M fine." He grunted. "Gotta do that challenge with Dunceface."

Kirishima walked over to him and grabbed the ramen packet. "Woah! Dude! This is wicked spicy, it'll mess up your insides big time!"

"Hah?" Bakugou scowled. "Maybe for the rest of you nerds, but I eat spicy shit like this all the time."

"I dunno man, my cousin ate this stuff once... He has a spice tolerance like yours, I swear he could drink lava and be fine, but it still messed him up for like a week." He gestured vaguely, "Like... both ends, as spicy as when it went in."

Bakugou rolled his eyes and grabbed the packet from Kirishima, tearing it open before putting the noodles in to boil. "I'll be fine Shitty Hair, I'm not like your weakass cousin."

Kirishima was quiet for a moment, Bakugou took his silence as compliance and stirred his noodles, separating the flavour and spice packets before throwing the remaining plastic away.

"If you need my help after, just lemme know. I keep some medication in my bathroom in case my lactose intolerance flares up, or Kaminari makes himself sick with a dare. Shoot me a text and I can bring you something if you need it." Kirishima moved over to the fridge and brought out a bottle of water.

"I just said, I'm not weak! I don't need your damn help!"

"Never said you were weak," Kirishima raised his palms, "But I know from experience that the ramen is strong."

"Besides..." Bakugou continued. "Being sick around other people is fucking embarrassing, especially if they know what's going on."

Kirishima couldn't argue with him there. He was about to resign himself to the thought of his best friend succumbing to death-by-ramen when an idea struck him.

"What if I didn't know what was going on?"

"The fuck are you talking about, Shitty Hair?" Bakugou strained his noodles rather violently before dumping them into a bowl and dumping both the flavour and spice packets over them.

"I've had an agreement with Kaminari and Mina for a while now where, if any of us get into a weird or embarrassing situation and need help, we can call in a 'no questions asked' with someone who can help. The person helping can ask no questions about the situation and gains no context about the situation beyond what they're given in order to help. What if we did something like that?"

"I don't like being in debt to people." Bakugou stirred the ramen around with his chopsticks, then pointed at Kirishima with them. "You remember Kamino."

"That's the thing! It goes both ways. Who knows, I might end up owing you a hundred 'no questions asked' before you ever need one."

Bakugou found himself agreeing with Kirishima's logic. It would be handy to have someone around to help him without nagging him for details about what he did, especially since just the smell of the ramen was starting to make his stomach churn. Plus, in a situation like this, he had a feeling that he wouldn't remain in debt to Kirishima long, given the amount of crazy situations the guy got himself into.

"Fine. A 'No Questions Asked' agreement." He stuck out his hand to Kirishima.

"Alright man! This is gonna be fun!"

After their agreement had been made and settled, Bakugou marched off to Kaminari's room with the danger noodles while Kirishima settled into bed. He scrolled absentmindedly through his phone, ending up in a TikTok rabbit hole until around 2 AM when he received a text.

EXPLOSION BOY: No Questions Asked.

EXPLOSION BOY: Bring me a gallon of milk, that medication you mentioned earlier, antibacterial wipes, a jug of bleach, a biohazard bag, and a six pack of ginger ale. Leave it outside my dorm room and knock four times so I know it's you.

Kirishima chuckled and pulled off his blankets as he responded.

HARD BOI: The ramen finally hitting you?

EXPLOSION BOY: NO FUCKING QUESTIONS ASKED SHITTY HAIR!!!

EXPLOSION BOY: GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE ASAP!

Kirishima got up and began rounding up all of the things his friend needed, tucking them neatly into a grocery tote bag. He crept out of his dorm and over to Bakugou's, thankful that the two were so close together.

He approached the door, set down the bag and gave a quick four knocks. He glanced over his shoulder to ensure that Aizawa wasn't around, lest he think that it was a drug deal or some other nefarious activity.

Once he knocked he slipped back into his dorm room, sitting next to the slightly open door to wait for Bakugou to grab his supplies. The door opened and Kirishima could hear Bakugou groaning slightly as he pulled the bag inside with him.

Huh... Kirishima thought, Guess there is something that can defeat Spice King Bakugou.

Once Bakugou had successfully retrieved his supplies, Kirishima shut the door and went back to bed. He had just settled in when his phone buzzed with another text from Bakugou.

EXPLOSION BOY: Go do something stupid so I'm not in your debt anymore.

EXPLOSION BOY: And thanks.

Kirishima smiled at the message, sending a simple thumbs up emoji before locking his phone and drifting off to sleep.