No Questions Asked (A KiriBaku Fic)

Chapter Four: Toilet Portal!

The morning had started normally for Bakugou; his alarm went off, his eyes cracked open, he muttered a long string of curses under his breath as he rolled out of bed, jammed his glasses on, and shuffled to the bathroom.

He peeled off the pajamas that were currently stuck to his body, night sweats were an unfortunate side effect of his quirk, and turned his shower as cold as it would go. He stepped into the cold water, let out a fierce yell, and began to furiously scrub the nitroglycerin from his skin.

When he stepped from his shower, his skin was faintly pink from his aggressive scrubbing. He dried himself off, slipping on his usual skull t-shirt and jeans before running a hand through his damp hair and calling the resulting spikes good.

He was more awake now, and definitely in a better mood. He had a long day of bullshit ahead of him, given that it was Saturday, so he needed any semblance of patience he had with him.

He did a few circles with his arms and side lunges to get his blood flowing, not too much though, he was incredibly diligent about not sweating through his clothes this early. Another unfortunate side effect of his quirk.

He took to his wall mirror to put in his contacts, setting their case on his desk as he did so.

One in...

Two...

SLAM!

"FUCK!"

Bakugou jabbed himself in the eye upon the loud noise, swearing profusely as he covered his aching eye.

He whirled around to glare at the offending noise, depth perception slightly off as he did so. His hip banged into the corner desk and he swore again.

"Oh crap! Bro! You okay?"

"Shitty Hair? What the fuck!"

He sat down on his bed, blinking away the pain in his eye.

That's gonna fuckin' bruise... Great. He thought, rubbing his hip.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Kirishima sat down next to him. "I, uh, need your help... No questions asked because I literally could not answer them, even if I wanted to."

Bakugou squinted at him, partially out of confusion and partially due to the fact that he could only see out of one eye.

"Just come to my room"

"Gotta find my other contact first, I dropped it when you broke into my room." Bakugou grumbled.

"This is more important dude, seriously, just put your glasses on and come with." Kirishima placed a hand on his shoulder.

"... Fine, but you're helping me find it once we deal with whatever dumb shit you've gotten yourself into."

"It's a date!"

Bakugou looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, not an actual date!" He gave a sheepish laugh. "Just a... Just an expression."

Bakugou rolled his eyes, multitasking in showing his displeasure and giving him the position he needed to remove the one contact.

Once his good contact was back in its case and his glasses were freshly cleaned and on his face, Bakugou followed Kirishima into his dorm room.

They bypassed any of their usual activities in favour of entering the bathroom.

"I swear, if this is some shitty, no damn pun intended, prank and Mirio's ass is-."

"It's not." Kirishima interjected, dead serious.

He lifted the lid of the toilet, revealing a bowl filled with a swirling black miasma that occasionally crackled with harsh orange electricity.