No Questions Asked (A KiriBaku Fic)

Chapter Sixteen: The Seventeenth

The trip from the airport to the hotel kept Bakugou on his toes. It confirmed to him that A) there was a god and B) that said god had an incredible sense of humour. 

He and Kirishima were originally planning to take a taxi with Akemi and Hina, only for Kirishima's aunt Fumiko (the mother of the groom) to fervently insist that the two ride with her instead.

She led the two boys outside to the parking lot where a limousine was waiting. A chauffeur stepped out of the vehicle and opened the door for them, bowing his head in greeting to them. "Ms. Kirishima, Mr. Kirishima, Mr. Bakugou."

"Uh, hey!" Kirishima gave an awkward grin as his aunt got into the vehicle. "Thanks for driving us!"

"Oi," Bakugou caught Kirishima's arm as he went to get in. "Your family rich or something?"

"Aunt Fumiko is," Kirishima replied. "She's had three husbands, all of them super rich CEOs. She has a track record of not signing prenups and her husbands dying mysteriously."

"Dude!" Bakugou hissed. "Why didn't you tell me that before we came to France with her?"

Kirishima shrugged, seemingly unbothered. "Didn't think it was important."

With that, he ducked into the limousine, leaving Bakugou with that new knowledge.

"Bakugou?" Fumiko called, "You coming? I'm not getting any younger!"

"Yeah, coming."

The interior of the limousine was exactly what you'd expect; sleek, modern, expensive-looking. Bakugou took the seat across from Fumiko, next to Kirishima. He found himself surprisingly on-guard around the woman, as though she might come at them with a knife, despite that not falling in line with the whole 'dying mysteriously' thing.

"So, this is the man Eijiro? I thought I'd die of old age before meeting him." Fumiko reached into the ice bin beside her and brought out a bottle of wine, pouring herself a glass. "Wine?"

"No thank you, I had some champagne on the plane." Bakugou replied, putting on the voice he used at his parents' fashion functions.

"Eijiro?"

"None for me either, Aunty."

Fumiko shrugged and added to her own glass. "You know, I had almost started to think that you weren't real, Bakugou. Tell me, how did you two meet?"

"We were in the same class at UA, but our first real interaction was after the USJ incident a couple years ago. We got stuck together fighting some villains, your nephew is a very talented hero." Bakugou replied effortlessly. "He saved me more than once that day."

The words came from the binder, but there was something about the earnesty and passion in Bakugou's tone that made Kirishima's chest flutter.

"Oh! That's sweet!" Fumiko placed a hand over her heart, grinning. "And how long have you two been together?"

"Two years in August." Kirishima answered, remembering that page from the binder.

"Bless you two. I'm glad that you've found a nice boy, Eijiro. I hope this weekend will only bring you two closer together; a celebration of love in the city of love."

It wasn't long before the limo rolled to a stop in front of one of the most extravagant hotels that Bakugou had ever seen. He'd been to some fancy places before, but this place made them look like roach-infested cracker boxes.

"Yo, Kirishima, does the emperor of the world live here?"

"Nope." He replied, innocently. "This is just the wedding venue."