Customer Service

Chapter 8

Kirishima woke up the next morning with a skip in his step.

He washed up, stretched, and then went for a run. After returning for a light breakfast of toast and eggs, he washed the dishes and found himself humming as he placed them on the drying rack.

Bakugou had said to come at the usual time—after noon during their lunch breaks that aligned ever so perfectly. It was the time of day just after most people finished eating and before the end of the day rush hour—a moment of peace in the busy bustle of mundane day to day work life.

A time just for the two of them.

Kirishima felt an indescribable softness as he made his way to his room to rummage through his closet. He was happy that Bakugou also found some kind of comfort in the hours that they spent together enough to choose it for their meeting time—even if it was more out of habit than anything else.

He perused his clothes, picking out some of the flashier outfits and squinting at them.

It wasn't a date per say, but it wouldn't hurt to look more presentable. His job gave him the luxury of wearing whatever he wanted which usually translated to comfortable shorts and tank tops.

Comfortable, but probably not the most eye-catching. Especially for the Bakugou Katsuki who was probably a part-time model or something.

Kirishima smacked his face with both hands at the thought.

No, what was he thinking? They were just friends—what did it matter if Kirishima looked nice? Bakugou probably didn't even swing that way and Kirishima was getting his hopes up for nothing.

Still...

Kirishima bit his lip, lightly brushing the sleeve of a black leather jacket he'd bought on impulse one day while he was out with his friends.

Without a second thought, he snagged a white t-shirt off of a hanger along with the jacket and a matching pair of leather jeans. Quickly, he put them on, then turned to view the mirror in his room.

Not too shabby, but something was missing. Kirishima reached into his cabinet, pulled out a belt with studded gems embedded on it. He fitted it, flipped up the jacket collar, and then checked himself again.

Nice and stylish. Boyfriend material.

Kirishima nearly smacked himself in embarrassment for even thinking along those lines. Ignoring the worst of those thoughts and the flush against his cheeks, he turned to check the clock.

11:23.

He had a little over two hours before he went to meet with Bakugou. It would only take him about twenty minutes by train to reach Bakugou's apartment so he had no reason to rush.

Even so, Kirishima knew if he stayed at home until that time, he would overthink everything that could go wrong and work himself into a frenzy. Maybe he should go buy a housewarming gift or something.

With that thought in mind, Kirishima slicked his hair up, slipped his wallet into the pocket of his pants, and then locked the door behind him.

He made his way to the grocery store a few blocks away from his apartment, mulling over a gift to buy that wouldn't be too extravagant or scream 'I'm-really-interested-in-you-please-date-me.'

Because desperation was hardly attractive.

In the end, he decided on some premium-grade flour, sugar, and some caramel cubes they could snack on after lunch. Satisfied with his purchases and with only an hour until their meetup time, Kirishima made his way to the station and set off to Bakugou's place.