Tangled in a Hero's Career

Nice to meet you.

Kirishima's POV:

"Hey, Bakubro, open the door!" I yelled, knocking on Bakubro's door for the fifth time. Me, Denki, and Sero thought it was a good idea to show up at his house unannounced and stay there.

"Maybe he's not home—" Denki said behind me, but before he could finish, the door opened a crack.

"Hello?" a green-haired guy asked through the crack. He opened the door a bit more and looked at us. He wore a loose, oversized shirt that definitely did not belong to him, considering it fell off one shoulder, exposing part of his collarbone, and shorts that were covered by the shirt.

"Oi, Deku!" Bakugo yelled from inside.

"Yeah?" the greenette answered, turning back.

"Who's at the door?"

The greenette looked at us. "Just some girl scouts," he yelled back and put a finger to his lips to signify that we had to be quiet. He opened the door to let us in, and we took off our shoes at the entrance and followed him inside.

"Deku, right?" Sero asked hesitantly.

The greenette giggled. "My name is—"

"Oi, Deku! Have you seen my shirt—" Bakugo yelled, storming down the stairs without a shirt, drops of water dripping from his hair. He stopped and glared at us, then at the greenette. Suddenly, the greenette ran and grabbed some light blue silk that was hanging from the ceiling and climbed it, tangling himself in the fabric and lifting the remaining fabric off the floor out of Bakugo's reach.

Bakubro rushed forward. "You little brat! Give me my shirt!" he yelled. Somehow, the greenette managed to climb all the way to the top, reaching the ceiling.

"No. I don't want to," the greenette pouted.

Bakugo sighed and turned to us. "What are you guys doing here anyway?" he asked, somewhat calm. That's odd. Bakugo's never calm, I thought to myself.

"We're, uh... staying over for a few days!" Denki shouted. Me and Sero turned to him in shock. What is he thinking? I thought to myself. We turned to look at Bakugo, wondering what his answer would be. He turned to look at the greenette still hanging tangled in silk and sighed. He looked down again, then at us.

"Rule number 1, don't break anything." We all looked at each other, then looked at Bakugo in excitement. "Rule number 2, never, and I mean never, go in my room. Rule number 3, don't touch my stuff. Rule number 4, don't you dare step foot in my kitchen. Are we clear?" he asked, menacingly.

"Yes, sir!" Me, Denki, and Sero confirmed in unison.

"Right, now I'm going to go upstairs and get a shirt." When Bakubro left, I turned to my friends and practically squealed.

"The Katsuki Bakugo just said yes to a sleepover," Denki said.

All of a sudden, I heard giggling behind me and realized the greenette was still here.

"Sorry, but we didn't catch your name," I said.

The giggling stopped. "Wait, give me a sec to get down," he said.

"Do you need help? You look all tangled up there," Sero pointed out. He got closer to where the silk was. Bakugo, who had just appeared from behind us with a shirt on this time, put his hand out, stopping Sero from getting closer.

"He's fine, Soy Sauce. Trust me. Ain't that right, Deku?" Bakugo asked.

The greenette giggled again. "Right!" The greenette let some of the fabric drop. "You guys ready?" he asked, and before we could answer, he was falling rapidly to the ground before getting caught by the fabric, leaving him hanging just a few feet above the floor. He untangled himself and sat on the knot at the bottom of the silk, his legs dangling, unable to touch the floor. He then looked at Bakugo, apparently got the hidden message, sighed, and walked to him. Bakugo picked him up and placed him on the floor.

"Thanks, Kacchan. My name is Izuku. It's nice to meet you," Izuku said, bowing like a princess using the oversized shirt as a dress.