Customer Service

Chapter 5

It became a thing.

At first, Kirishima thought it was only coincidence that Bakugou's breaks always lined up with his. The pastry chef didn't seem like the type of person to go out of his way to walk someone anywhere, and yet, now that Bakugou knew where Kirishima worked, it was a constant in their lives. Granted, it had only been a week, but regardless, it was becoming routine.

Kirishima was really happy.

"What're you smiling about," Bakugou grunted, as Kirishima ran up to him from the automatic glass doors of his internship building.

"Eating more of that delicious food of yours, of course!" Kirishima beamed, falling into stride behind the blonde. Bakugou had taken the time to change out of his chef's attire, and the stark black t-shirt and matching pants he had on made him stick out like a model on a runway. The blonde scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Moocher."

"You say that, but you always come to get me anyways," Kirishima hummed, a teasing lilt in his voice. "Do you have that much free time, Mr. Killer Caramel?"

"Shut it."

Kirishima laughed lightly, nudging Bakugou in the side. "I'm only joking, don't be so grumpy."

"I'm not. This is my face."

"And what a grumpy face it is."

Bakugou glared at him and Kirishima shrugged, a playful smirk on his lips. The two reached the bakery and entered together, escaping the chilly autumn air of the outside.

"Ah, Bakugou-kun, you're back! And, Kirishima-kun, too!"

"Hey, Uraraka!" Kirishima called, waving to the brunette as she put a towel aside. She seemed to be the only one manning the station. "Keeping up the good work as always!"

"Thanks!" She smiled as Bakugou passed her to head off to the kitchens. Kirishima's eyes followed after him for a moment before he sat down at his usual seat near the window. Uraraka came up to his table a moment later.

"You seem happy!"

Kirishima laughed, scratching his chin as he plucked the menu off of its stand. It wasn't as if he didn't know what he was going to order anyways—he'd been eating the apple pastry every day and saving the caramel cake for Fridays. Sometimes, he wouldn't get either and just settle on a drink, but, today wasn't one of those days. "Do I?"

Uraraka grinned, and Kirishima had a feeling that she knew why he was feeling so good. "Bakugou-kun went to get you today too, huh?"

Nope, she definitely knew.

"Yeah, I keep telling him he doesn't have to, but, he tells me that he's not doing it for me, he needs a breath of fresh air every now and then, and I'm a convenient excuse."

Uraraka giggled. "Sounds like him."

"I'm glad he is getting some exercise though! I feel he's been cooped up in that kitchen every day since I've been here."

"To be honest..." Uraraka began, nervously tucking a stray hair behind her ear. It didn't do much to help as her bangs fell back to the front anyways. "He really has. He's been getting more and more frustrated since Satou-san mentioned his transfer a few weeks before you came in."

Kirishima recalled the stilted conversation he had with Bakugou while Satou was in the room with them. He put the menu down in front of him.

"I don't really want to pry, but, is..." Kirishima bit his bottom lip, trying to approach the subject with delicacy. "Is something about that bothering him?"