Priceless

-round face and acid bitch

It wasn't until they had arrived back at the cave that Bakugou realized he still knew jack shit about Shit-Hair (this was definitely not because he won literally none of their sparring sessions), and he snapped, "I still want questions answered, too, you know."

"You never asked," the bastard answered, grinning his shark-toothed grin.

Bakugou huffed, and bit out, "Fine. What were you doing the night I found you?"

Shit-Hair paused, and Bakugou could hear the hesitation in his tone when he finally spoke. "...I'd--I'd rather not talk about it, to be honest. It's... painful."

Bakugou blinked. Fair, but still-- "I told you all of my crap."

"No, you told me a very simplistic and summarized version of all your crap. I still want to find that faerie, at some point, also. I have some things I want to ask her."

"What, about me? You already know me! We've been living together for at least four months, how could you not know me?"

Shit-Hair raised an eyebrow, grinning slightly. "Prove to me that I know you, and then maybe I'll drop it."

Bakugou sighed, unsure of why, exactly, he put up with all of this (that was a lie, he knew exactly why he put up with it). "When do I get up in the morning," he tiredly asked the fucker.

Shit-Hair looked confused. "How's that gonna-"

"Just answer the goddamn question, Shit-Hair."

"Well-" The redheaded fuck began, "Early. You get up really early, and you always push me off you, which I hate because I get cold. Then you make breakfast, 'cause you say you hate when I do it, because I burn the food, even though you like spicy foods, and technically they're both hot, so I don't know what your reasoning for that is. To each their own, I guess. Oh! You know what else you like? You like fighting. Like, really like it, and you're really really good at it. Still haven't beaten me, though..." Shit-Hair drifted off, scrunching up his eyebrows. Which, for Bakugou, was really fucking distracting.

So he shook his head, collecting himself enough to say, "See? You know me, so stop asking stupid fucking questions!"

Shit-Hair blinked, eyes coming back into focus. "...Fine, but if I know you, you know me, and I don't have to answer questions either."

"...Fine."

The fucker grinned, baring those goddamn shark teeth of his. "Wanna spar?"

Damn, Bakugou thought. This fucker really does know me. And for some reason, that made Bakugou... Happy? Less pissed?

...Fuck it. The shithead made him happy. Though, to be honest, he really wasn't sure if that happened to be a good thing or not.

X X X

Today, when Bakugou woke up, the familiar weight of Shit-Hair was not on his chest. Blearily ,his morning brain immediately decided that it did not like this new development. Hissing profanities against life in general, he got up and immediately grabbed his cloak because it was cold as fuck outside, fuck you too, universe, and quietly began padding towards the front of the cave.

"Hi, Blasty!" Someone chirped, and Bakugou's head whipped up to see Shit-Hair sitting just outside the cave next to a small fire.

"Oh, that's where you went," He half-mumbled.

Shit-Hair perked up. "You came out here to find me, Blasty?"

Bakugou didn't have the heart in him to correct the bastard. "What're you doin out here?" He asked instead, trying to convey as much distaste for the cold as possible in his words.