No Questions Asked (A KiriBaku Fic)

Chapter Eleven: The Truth

Bakugou was not a liar.

His honesty and his morals were things that he prided himself immensely on; he'd rather die in the field than lie his way out of a situation, but right now, honesty would lead him to a fate worse than death.

Something he never thought would involve Kirishima.

Despite his best intentions, Bakugou could not stop thinking about his and Kirishima's kiss. It didn't mean anything, it was just for a 'No Questions Asked' after all. So why did every memory of it leave cheeks warm and his stomach full of butterflies?

The answer was simple: his feelings for Kirishima ran beyond simple friendship.

"Bro, I know you're straight, but you're the only one who I trust enough to do this with."

Bakugou wanted to tell Kirishima that he wasn't, but the truth was that he had no idea what he was anymore.

He never had anyone who made himself feel this way, and consideration for those feelings, even theoretically, was never a part of his plans for the future.

But now, they were hitting him full force and he had no idea what to do about it.

The only thing he was certain of was that he wanted to kiss Kirishima like that again, and again, and again, until he couldn't think anymore.

So naturally, in a time of such confusion and internal chaos, Bakugou was hit with an honesty quirk.

The healers informed him that it wouldn't last longer than 24 hours, but that was a long day for Bakugou. He couldn't risk anyone finding out about what had happened with Kirishima, especially Kirishima himself.

So, he called in what was probably the worst 'No Questions Asked' he'd ever had.

EXPLOSION BOY: Shitty Hair, don't talk to me for 24 hours

EXPLOSION BOY: No questions asked.

Kirishima had left him on read after that one.

The rest of the evening was absolute hell for Bakugou. He didn't speak to anyone, and shot glares that let the receiver know what would happen if they tried to approach him. He really didn't know how he managed nights like this in middle school.

He felt unbelievably isolated. Even on nights where he wanted to be alone, he usually had someone texting him about supper or sending him shitty memes. Oftentimes, it was Kirishima doing the texting. Right now, however, his phone was silent and unmoving.

He growled and chucked it onto his bed, out of sight. He then slammed open his English textbook on his lap and began to work on the homework due later that week.

The work came easily to him, as did most things, but it was finished too quickly. He was bored out of his mind and could do nothing about it. He finished his homework, couldn't stand to look at his phone, and didn't even entertain the thought of a movie; all of the ones he enjoyed he either watched with Kirishima, or had scenes that he'd picture the two of them in.

In a moment of sheer brilliance, he got onto the floor, laid on his back, and chose to stare at the ceiling until he fell asleep or died of boredom... whichever came first

Time passed. How much? Bakugou wasn't sure.

Eventually, however, his gay-panic-induced haze was interrupted by a soft knock at his door.

He gave some unintelligible grumble and rolled onto his front, staring daggers at the door as it opened.

"Cheeks?"

"Hey Bakugou." Uraraka said, a gentle smile on her face. "You didn't come down for supper so Kirishima sent some with me."

Bakugou huffed and sat up, holding out a hand for her to put the bowl in. She obliged him.