No Questions Asked (A KiriBaku Fic)

Chapter Two: Hide Me!

Kirishima was a dead man walking, or rather, sprinting.

He tore through the halls of the dorm, all but leaving scorch marks behind him as he skidded to a halt in front of Bakugou's room and began to pound on it.

"Come on man! Open up!" He begged, continuing to knock furiously.

Kirishima glanced down the hallway where angry footsteps were becoming audible, he felt the blood drain out of his face as he caught sight of a figure turning the corner. Before he could hurl himself out the window, the door swung open and Bakugou yanked him inside by the front of his shirt.

"What the fuck do you want, Shitty Hair?"

Bakugou looked to have just woken up, evident in his outrageous bed hair and the pair of glasses sitting haphazardly on his nose. If he wasn't scared for his life, Kirishima may have noted that he'd never seen Bakugou wear his glasses before. They looked good on him.

"Hide me!" He blurted, grabbing onto Bakugou's shoulders. "No questions asked."

Some of Bakugou's tension visibly melted away, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he grabbed the back of Kirishima's shirt and shoved him into his wardrobe.

"Shut up and don't move." He ordered before slamming the door.

Kirishima followed orders, clamping his hands over his mouth as adrenaline coursed through his body. His ears were pricked up, focusing on every little sound in the room. He jumped slightly when an angry knocking sounded on the opposite side of Bakugou's door. He growled and swung the door open.

"What?" He snapped.

"Where the hell is Kirishima?" Kirishima's blood ran cold as Mina's angry voice echoed in the room.

"Why the fuck are you asking me, Raccoon-Eyes? I'm not his damn keeper."

"I saw him run down here." She said resolutely. "I have a key to his room so he wouldn't have gone there, and Shouji's gone home for the weekend."

"I just woke up, how the fuck would he have gotten in here?" Kirishima could all but hear the eyeroll in his voice. "I keep my door locked when I'm asleep."

"It's like 1 PM!"

"And what about it?"

Kirishima counted to twenty in the silence that followed, presumably due to Mina and Bakugou staring each other down. He felt his fingers flickering in and out of hardness, like they always did when he was nervous. He dared to crack open the door of the wardrobe and peek out at the conflict. Sure enough, the two were staring each other down. After an eternity in the wardrobe, Mina finally conceded.

"If you see him, let me know. I'm going to kill him."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever Raccoon-Eyes." Bakugou shut the door in her face.

Kirishima breathed a heavy sigh of relief before Bakugou threw open the wardrobe door, sending Kirishima sprawling forwards into him. Bakugou damned his hero training as he pulled the other boy into him, 'protect the victim' instincts taking over as the pair hit the floor.

Bakugou grumbled as he rubbed the back of his head, muttering something about Kirishima's shitty balance. He shoved Kirishima's head to the side, using it as a lever to get the boy off of him. He was surprised at how soft his hair was.

"Why is your shitty hair like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like all soft 'n shit... I could hardly stand to be next to you yesterday 'cause it was windy and every time you moved it sounded like someone was crunching a bag of chips next to my head."

Kirishima was quiet, he knew the answer to that and the answer to why Mina was so pissed off were the same. Bakugou narrowed his eyes at him, staring him down as if to dredge up an answer.

"You used her expensive conditioner."

"Hey! No questions asked!"

"That was a statement, Dumb Hair, not a question."

Kirishima cracked his knuckles, trying to figure out a plan. "I just need to hide out from her until I can replace it."

"Why don't you just go to Ponytail and ask her to make some more?"

"Wait Yaomomo can do that?"

Bakugou sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "She can make nukes, I'm sure she could make some shitty conditioner."

Once Bakugou had gotten himself dressed and Kaminari had given them the Ashido All-Clear, the two headed to the fifth floor where Yaoyurozu was waiting with a bottle of the conditioner.

"It's the first time I've made it, so I can't promise that it will be exactly the same." She said, handing Kirishima the bottle. "I hope it's okay."

Kirishima smelled it and checked out the colour, inspecting it for anything that might tip Mina off. Nothing jumped out at him and he flashed her a grin. "It's great Yaomomo, thank you so much!"

"Of course, I did owe you a 'no questions asked' after all." She then returned to her room, leaving Bakugou staring at Kirishima.

"You have one of those agreements with Ponytail? I thought she never screwed up."

Kirishima turned his grin onto Bakugou. "That's the whole point of the agreement."

"So you're sure that Mina likes these?" Kirishima held up a packet of pink lemonade flavoured sour candies.

The two had walked down to a convenience store a few blocks away from UA with the hopes of putting together a peace offering so that Mina didn't take Kirishima's head instead. Both of them knew some candies that she liked, so they were planning on getting a bagful in addition to the newly created conditioner.

"Obviously, she loves sour shit." Bakugou threw a pack of Sour Patch Kids at him, nearly smacking Kirishima in the back of the head. He caught them and put them in the basket, grinning as he did so.

"Thanks for helping me with this, you really didn't have to."

"Tch... Didn't want to have to get blood out of the dorm carpets." Bakugou shrugged and tossed another pack of candies into Kirishima's basket. "You know those stains never come out."

"And to think I thought it's 'cause you actually like me." Kirishima teased.

Bakugou reached over and put Kirishima in a headlock, giving him a rough noogie as he laughed. "Don't fucking like you, Shitty Hair."

Man, why the fuck is his hair so soft now? Bakugou thought, tightening the headlock while Kirishima continued to laugh and try to break himself free.

After appeasing the raging she-demon that was Mina, both boys retired to their rooms. Bakugou found himself tinkering with his bracers while a playlist of angry rap that he wasn't paying attention to blasted through his headphones. Despite his attempts to drown them out, his thoughts kept trailing back to the events of earlier.

Kirishima falling onto him and all but pinning him to the floor, the softness of his hair, the feeling of his body against his own... This shouldn't be at the forefront of his mind, so why was it? Why was Shitty Hair all he could think about?

Tch... Probably just the agreement. He thought. Not used to dealing with his stupidity like this. He switched out his screwdriver and continued his work, pushing down his memories.

"Whatever... At least I'm not in his debt anymore."

He set his bracers and tools aside, wiping the grease from his hands and arms. It was just about dinner, and he was going for a shower to knock the ick off of him before heading down to help with preparation. He was just taking out his contacts when a knock sounded at his door.

"What do you want now Raccoon-Eyes?" He looked down at her, squinting slightly due to his current lack of eyesight. He couldn't see shit, and that was ultimately his downfall.

"I know you hid Kirishima earlier, and now you're gonna pay for it."