Long Time Coming

One Two, Buckle My Shoe

"So what do you think?" Kirishima held the shirt up in the mirror, pressing the floral pattern against his chest.

"Fucking tacky as shit." Bakugou snorted, looking up from scrolling through his phone for a moment. "You should buy it."

Kirishima hesitated, his face screwing up into a frown. "Are you calling me tacky?"

"Nah." He shrugged, falling into the chair in the changing room. "Just saying it's your style." He was quiet for a moment as Kirishima went through the racks, grabbing a few more items and comparing them. "Actually, you have great taste when you try."

The heat flooding under Kirishima's skin made him duck into the changing room. "Oh yeah?" Kirishima looked at his face, watched the blush steal over his tanned complexion. "What makes you say that?"

Bakugou snorted, "Digging for compliments?" He sighed, "Lemme see the outfit."

Hesitantly Kirishima stepped out, careful to pull his hair back from the piercings he'd gotten during the spring break. He took his usual pose, his soft fists banging together, his lip hitched up in the usual over enthusiastic crooked grin.

Bakugou's eyes raked over him slowly; disdain and humor hid in the frown permanently etched in the lines around his eyes. "A denim jacket?"

"It's black!" Kirishima protested. "W-well... except the arms-"

Bakugou raised a brow at the garish red sleeves. "That's such a 'you' thing. Get it." He held up his camera, took a photo.

"Wh-what are you doing taking a picture?!" Kirishima looked between the changing room and the phone indecisively; should he run and hide or attack and delete?

"Jirou and Kaminari wanted proof of your terrible taste." His eyes peeked over the edge of the cell phone. "But it suits you." His eyes moved to Kirishima's face, "Stop blushing." He barked, his own face turning red as he glared down at his phone.

"I can't tell if you're being nice or insulting me." Kirishima responded, pulling a hairband off his wrist and tying up the shoulder length hair. "It- What?"

Bakugou blinked. His mouth opened, nothing came out. He blinked again and looked down to his phone. His expression changing; mouth pressing into a thin tight line, eyes narrowing, shoulders squaring with tension.

"Oh shit."

Kirishima moved over to him, leaning over and craning his head upside down to see the phone screen. "What?"

"Not so close, fuck head!" Bakugou growled, shoving Kirishima back. "Go change." He stood. "We got shit to deal with."

~*~*~

The stroll through the mall was fairly uneventful, a few people did a double take but most ignored them. Malls weren't places for 'bad guys' or 'criminals'. Bakugou tsked as they exited the building. His heart was racing. Kirishima didn't know what was going on and his lagging, wanting to look at all the food places, picking up random items from the stalls nearby, didn't help with Bakugou's anxiety.

He could feel his heart rate accelerating as every sound, every glance, every car driving by was someone waiting to attack.

"C'mon." He hissed, grabbing Kirishima's hand and dragging him below ground, down the stairs to the subway.

"Aww..." Kirishima whined, an out of place noise coming from such a large body. "We're done? I wanted to get some dinner before we had to go back to the dorms. We just finished out shift-"

"Stop." Bakugou pulled Kirishima close, tilting his head up to hiss into his ear, "I need you to-"

The train pulled up before he had a chance to finish. "Let's board." He sighed, "I'll explain on the way back."