No Questions Asked (A KiriBaku Fic)

Chapter Six: You're a What Now?

(There is a temporary genderbend in this chapter as well as some usage of gendered terms, there's also some partial non-sexual nudity and catcalling. If you're sensitive to those things, I would skip this chapter :) )

"You have got to be kidding me..." Bakugou groaned, reading the text from Kirishima again.

HARD BOI: Hey man, need your help, no questions asked. Need you to get the bag from Yaomomo and bring it to the Fat Agency.

"Fuck it."

He stood up from his desk and checked train times on his phone; there was one to Esuha City leaving about thirty minutes from then. He had to make it, otherwise he and Kirishima would be stuck until late that night.

He jogged down the hallway to the elevator and hurriedly pressed the button. When it didn't arrive within the next five seconds, he decided to use his quirk to fly up the stairs.

Once on the fifth floor, he all but broke down Yaoyurozu's door in his quest to get whatever this bag was.

"Here you are Bakugou, Kirishima told me that he called on you." She handed him a plain black backpack. "You catching the 7:15 train?"

"Yeah, thanks Ponytail." He grunted. "It's not drugs, is it?"

She chuckled. "No, no drugs. I promise."

He nodded. "Alright, later."

Bakugou ran to the train station, backpack firmly on his shoulders. It was surprisingly light, given the urgency and secrecy of it.

He got to the train just in time and collapsed on a seat near the back of the car. He turned on his phone and texted Kirishima.

EXPLOSION BOY: Got the bag, on the train, be there in 30.

He sighed and leaned his head back against the seat, looking out the window at the passing landscape.

He wondered briefly about what could have happened to Kirishima. Given that he was still at the agency, it was likely some sort of quirk incident, but whatever it was it surely could have been handled by Fatgum or one of his sidekicks... right?

He hoped that he hadn't gotten hurt. Despite himself, he'd gotten pretty attached to the dumbass and was not pleased at the thought of him being hurt. His heart ached a little at the thought of Kirishima in a hospital bed.

The train ride passed rather quickly and soon Bakugou found himself walking through the streets of Eshua City, backpack still firmly attached to his back. He scowled at any staring passerbys, hands shoved firmly in his pockets. Fuck, he hated people.

The Fat Agency wasn't far from the train station, only a few blocks. He approached the front door and pushed his way into the lobby, finding Fatgum and Tamaki conversing with one of the sidekicks.

"Oi!" He called. "Where's Red Riot?"

The three turned to look at him. The sidekick excused herself before Fatgum and Tamaki came over to him.

"Hey, it's Bakugou right?" Fatgum asked.

"Where the hell is Kirishima?" He repeated.

"Red Riot is fine, just in the lounge-!"

Bakugou didn't let the pro hero continue, instead shoving his way past them and marching towards the lounge.

He knew his way around, given the number of times that Kirishima had him visit after patrols. He was glad to know that Kirishima was fine, but he couldn't help but be concerned as to why he called on him.

He went to the lounge and knocked harshly on the door.

"Shitty Hair! I got the shit! Lemme in!"

There were a few moments of silence followed by some scuffling in the room. Kirishima didn't say anything in response.