No Questions Asked (A KiriBaku Fic)

Chapter Eighteen: The Nineteenth

When the alcohol wore off, anxiety was all that was left.

Bakugou and Kirishima woke up the next morning with only snippets of the night before, the shots having pushed both of them both into the realm of forgetfulness.

It was about the third quarter of whiskey where things started getting foggy. Both boys had some memories of the hot tub; memories that left their cheeks flushed and their hearts racing, but each of them had one additional memory that sent each of them into wild panic.

Kirishima could only remember Bakugou talking about something being shitty.

Bakugou could only remember Kirishima saying "we shouldn't do this."

The pre-blackout memories mixed with their swollen lips and aching hips led both of them to believe that something happened the night before which the other didn't like.

The two of them ached with regret, having managed to go and do the one thing they feared would happen.

And neither of them had the memories to prove that it didn't.

Kirishima only moved from his position over the toilet bowl when Bakugou wordlessly set a glass of water on the counter. They were existing in a silence that they'd never been in before; not comfortable, not tense, this was something entirely new.

The water seemed to Kirishima to be a gesture of 'Things are kinda weird right now, but I know you feel like shit so I'm hoping to mitigate that somewhat, I don't hate you.' Which really, was all he could hope for then.

"You feeling any better man?" Kirishima asked tentatively, glancing over his shoulder at the empty doorway.

Bakugou just grunted. "Don't get hungover. Just trying to remember what the hell happened after the bar."

It wasn't a complete lie, but still Bakugou found himself struggling to make sense of Kirishima's words from the night before.

We shouldn't do this...

They struck him like a knife to the heart.

"Me too man, after the shots is where I start having gaps. I remember a bottle of whiskey and taking my tie off..." He trailed off, thoughts going back to the memory of Bakugou's lips tracing his jaw.

"I remember the whiskey, but why were you taking your tie off? I remember taking mine off too."

"Now that you mention it," Kirishima pushes himself up and slowly walked to the door. "Where are our suits?"

Bakugou looked around the room, yanking back blankets and pillows. "I have no clue."

Kirishima walked over to Bakugou to help him search, only to have the blonde scrunch up his nose and jerk away from him. "You fucking reek, Shitty Hair."

Kirishima lifted his arm and sniffed his pit, whistling at the smell. BO, booze, sweat... chlorine?

"Bakugou smell yourself."

"I already showered today, what are you-?"

"Just do it."

Bakugou brought his arm to his nose and gave it a smell.

"Do you smell chlorine?" Kirishima asked.

"Yeah."

"Then we must have gone to the pool after the bar, we probably just went for a midnight swim! That's why we remember taking our clothes off!"

Despite the fact that neither boy could shake the lingering memories of their affections and the other's embrace, they clung to the midnight swim idea like a lifeline. For as inconclusive an excuse as it was, they both decided to use it as the rope with which to pull themselves out of that strange silence.