No Questions Asked (A KiriBaku Fic)

Chapter Three: The Maid Outfit

"GET UP HERE! NOW!"

Bakugou's voice echoed through Kirishima's phone, causing him to flinch heavily and nearly spill his dinner. He swore quietly and adjusted his phone so it sat between his ear and shoulder.

"I NEED YOUR HELP! NO QUESTIONS ASKED! AND I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL MURDER YOU IF YOU LAUGH!"

"Jeez Bakubro, can I eat my dinner first? I'm starving, I missed lunch with Ashido's rampage earlier."

"KIRISHIMA!"

"Alright, alright, I'm coming... you want me to bring you some dinner?"

"... Yes."

Kirishima grabbed another bowl of katsudon, courtesy of Sato, and made his way to the elevator.

Hmm... wonder what this could be about? It must be serious if he called in the no questions asked so soon after clearing his debt. Kirishima thought absentmindedly, stepping inside the elevator as the doors opened.

He rode the elevator alone, thoughts occupied by what in the world could be causing Bakugou's distress, much less his newly invoked debt. Maybe he tried to blow up another spider and got his hand stuck in the wall?

He came to his floor and stepped out of the elevator, shaking off his ponderings in favour of helping Bakugou out with whatever situation he deemed debt-worthy.

He walked down the hallway to Bakugou's room, hardening his head as he did so. When he got to the door, he bonked his head against it three times in some semblance of a knock, then unhardened his head and stepped back from the door to avoid falling into the room.

Contrary to his usual aggressive slamming, Bakugou merely unlocked the door and cracked it open. Kirishima bumped it open with his hip and stepped inside. He closed it with his ass and set the bowls down on the desk next to him.

The room was pitch black, Kirishima squinted as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. "Hey Bakugou? You okay?"

"I swear to God, if you say one fucking word-."

"I won't."

Kirishima heard Bakugou sigh, then his desk light flipped on. Kirishima kept his promise of not laughing, but only barely.

Bakugou, literally vibrating with rage, stood before him in a maid outfit and frilly pink apron. Judging by the torn fabric and the scorch marks, he seemed to be stuck.

"Bakugou..."

"Not a fucking word." He clenched his fists. "Fucking Raccoon Eyes got me while I couldn't see."

"And now you're stuck."

Bakugou just looked at the floor, palms crackling with sparks.

"Alright then, turn around, I'll give it a shot." Kirishima twirled his finger in the air. "Though I must say, I think you look very manly like this."

Bakugou's hand let off a decent-sized explosion. "SHUT UP!"

Kirishima just laughed, turning Bakugou's back towards him.

The zipper had gotten snagged on one of the dress's frills along Bakugou's mid-back, just where he couldn't reach. Kirishima wiggled it a few times before giving it a sharp tug, the zipper popped loose and he moved it upwards to make sure that it worked properly.

"Down, shitty hair." Bakugou grumbled.

"Yeah! Right! Just uh, making sure it works."

"I couldn't give a shit if it works or not, just get me out of this damn maid outfit."

Kirishima unzipped the dress fully and Bakugou tore it off himself, bunching it up in his hand and blowing it up with a yelled "DIE!"

Bakugou looked at the ashes in his hand with an expression of satisfied neutrality before dumping them in the garbage. He brushed his hands off over the can then turned to Kirishima.

"Toss me those sweats? Or are you gonna keep staring?" He raised an eyebrow.

Kirishima was thankful for the still-dim lighting of the room, it masked the slight blush that dusted his cheeks. He grabbed the pair of grey sweatpants on his bed and passed them to Bakugou.

Bakugou pulled on the sweats, obscuring both his boxers and his modesty, before jerking his chin in the direction of the near-forgotten katsudon sitting on his desk.

"Who made it?"

"Sato," Kirishima replied, handing him the other bowl. "Here's yours."

"Good, 'm starving."

The two boys sat down on the floor, eating in silence. It was a common thing between them, the quiet charged with more comfort than just about any other situation. Oftentimes, when one of them was stressed, they'd just come to the other's room and sit in perfect silence until conversation seemed a little more agreeable.

"Hey man, what did you mean when you said that Ashido 'got you'?"

"What do you think?" Bakugou replied. "She found out I helped you this morning, caught me when I was about to get in the shower, got me into that maid outfit before I even knew what it was... couldn't see."

He waved a hand in front of his eyes for emphasis.

"Some sort of revenge plot, I guess. She ran out right after so I think she was expecting me to follow." He shrugged, "I'm gonna blow her up next time I see her."

"Aw crap man, I hate that you had that happen to you 'cause of me." Kirishima ran a hand through his hair, messing up the spikes. "Consider that a free one, you're in no debt."

"Don't bother." Bakugou scraped the bottom of his bowl with his chopsticks. "I'm sure you'll do something dumb and need my help before I know it." He flashed Kirishima the slightest of smiles before turning his eyes back to his bowl.

Kirishima rolled his eyes with a grin, punching Bakugou in the shoulder lightly. "Says the dude who got stuck in a maid outfit."

"Oi! I thought it was a tux! All I could see was the black and white until the apron came out, and by that time I was already halfway gone."

Kirishima barked out a laugh, "bro, how bad are your eyes?"

"No questions asked." Bakugou said warningly.

"Heh... those kind of questions don't count!" He stifled a giggle before promptly collapsing into laughter again.

Bakugou shoved him with his foot, only causing more laughs to leave the redhead. Bakugou looked away, covering his mouth to hide the smile that he definitely did not have.

"You're an idiot." He said, fondly.

"Takes one to know one, Maid-kugou."

"OI!"