No Questions Asked (A KiriBaku Fic)

Chapter Fifteen: The Sixteenth

The airport was crowded and Bakugou was pissed.

He'd always hated crowds, all of the noise and swarming bodies made his skin crawl and his quirk go haywire. Kirishima had loaned him a pair of quirk-resistant gloves, and while they prevented any stray sparks and smoke, they did not muffle the pops and bangs; not a good thing to have going on in an airport.

They made it through security with little issue, thankfully, and found their gate with even less. The two found themselves sitting side by side on a bench, waiting for their flight to be called. Bakugou's discomfort was palpable between the two, and Kirishima offered his hand.

"Don't bother." Bakugou grumbled. "I can't feel shit with the gloves on."

Kirishima nodded. In a moment of bravery, he slung an arm around Bakugou's shoulders and gently pulled him into his side. Surprisingly, Bakugou let him, even leaning his head to rest against Kirishima's shoulder.

Both of them were relieved that they could exist in their comfortable silence as that's exactly what they did. Kirishima scrolled through his phone while Bakugou caught up on his latest manga. The pair looked incredibly intimidating together, so no one dared to comment on the bright pink, heart covered book in Bakugou's hands. The two waited for probably half an hour before a woman in a flight attendant uniform approached them.

"Kirishima Eijirou?" She asked in French-accented Japanese.

"Yeah, that's me." Kirishima replied. "Is something wrong?"

"Not at all, your aunt booked first class seats for you and your partner. You two can board now."

"First class?"

"Yes." She nodded. "Follow me."

The flight attendant then turned on her heel and began walking towards the gate, Kirishima and Bakugou promptly followed her, tucking their things into their carry-ons.

The plane was surprising, at least for Kirishima. It wasn't the first time Bakugou had been on flights like this, he'd been to Paris in the past for fashion events, but the last time he'd been there he had been roughly four years old.

It was very spacious and sleek, the chairs were pristine and plush, and the rest of the interior could be summarized by any other variation of positive alliteration.

Bottom line: It was a great plane.

The attendant led the pair into the first class section, a cluster of walled off suites that resembled hotel rooms more than plane seats. "You two will be in our couple's suite."

"I'm sorry?"

"Our couple's suite, it's designed to ensure the best possible experience for romantic partners on long flights. Paris is the city of love after all. As your flight is an overnight one, you can request that we convert your seating into a bed later tonight." She smiled as she opened the door to one of the modules, revealing a white leather couch, TV, and a bucket of ice and rose petals with a bottle of champagne in it.

"Please make yourselves comfortable, we will be departing shortly."

When the attendant had made herself scarce, all it took was a side glance for both boys to burst into hard laughter. They walked into the suite and collapsed onto the couch, still laughing at the absolute absurdity of the situation.

"Man, what the fuck is this?" Bakugou chuckled, rubbing his eyes.

"I don't know bro." Kirishima replied, "This is gonna be one interesting weekend, holy crap."

Three hours into their fourteen-hour flight, the two of them were finishing their bottle of champagne and leaning against each other, giggling uncontrollably.