„I'm having my meeting in an hour and I have a room here. You two will get the room next to mine for the time being." Kayaba doesn't take the energy to look at Kirishima and Bakugou, who stand in the lobby of the hotel with his luggage. Instead, he waves them away, looking down on his papers and walking to the reception with Jiro.

„I don't get why he takes so much stuff with him. What's in there anyways?" Kirishima asks wondering, moving his hand down to the luggage to open it. Bakugou snatches his hand away quickly and painful, so Kirishima winces and lets out a scared sound. „Bakugou!?"

„Are you fucking serious touching Kayaba's luggage!? It's his deal. God, you don't have manners at all. What did your parents taught you!?" He stands straight, holding the handle of the first suitcase in both of his hands in front of his crotch, his face stolid, waiting for his orders.
„You're like a robot." Kirishima says vacant, taking the second suitcase and imitating Bakugou's pose. He feels a little insulted that Bakugou dragged his parents into this, because they taught him well, as much as he can remember. But Kirishima has always been very curious, always wanting to know what was inside the room his father used to lock up, the treasure chest his mother kept in her room, - though he knew there was only her jewelry - the cave in the mountains he and his friends explored, the finished test sheets from his teacher, the girls' bathroom, diaries. Diaries were a huge thing for Kirishima. He never wrote one, because he didn't understand the point of them, but he loved reading through others, which got him into a lot of trouble. He never meant to harm anyone or find out deep secrets, he was just curious and doesn't quiet respect ones' privacy, since he loves being around other people.

Kayaba and Jiro head back from the reception with three cards in their hands.

„You two understood, huh? You're staying in one room until the meeting." Kayaba repeats with a deep, serious voice.
„Of course, sir." Bakugou answers straight. Kirishima looks over to him, fascinated. He knows Bakugou's personality by now. He loses his mind every time they fight in the training hall. He screams around, destroys stuff, goes wild with his quirk and is rude to everyone. During his job - or more like - when Kayaba is there, he acts completely different. Rational, serious, still, grave, like a different person and Kirishima respects that. It shows him how important this job is and how he doesn't want to disappoint his father and his boss anymore. Kirishima smiles softly, then turns his face back to Kayaba, watching him seriously. He gets the same look back from him, until Kayaba sighs smiling and walks to the elevator.

„Just put the fucking card in, what's your problem?!" Bakugou shouts at Kirishima, who's trying to stick the key card inside the door to get inside their hotel room. He struggles a lot, putting it in in the complete wrong way, even though there's a huge arrow which shows where to stick in the card. Both of them had just put Kayaba's luggage in his room and are now standing in front of the door, Bakugou crosses his arms and Kirishima shakes a little nervously, his body crooked.

„Wait a second, I think I got it!"

„Give it to me!" Bakugou shouts back and kicks his elbow in Kirishima's side, pushing him away from the door. Give it to me? Kirishima thinks with his clueless face expression, until he suddenly blushes heavily. Bakugou puts the card in quickly and looks over to Kirishima, gesticulating how easy it actually is. „You're an idiot." He says disgusted and walks inside the room. „And why the fuck are you so red!?"

Kirishima rips his eyes open and wipes over his face, thinking he could wash away the blush. „It's my hair color, stupid!" He shouts as an answer and gets a are you fucking serious face from Bakugou back. He doesn't bother answering, but walks to the bed and falls on it stomach down, his face on the pillow. Kirishima looks around the room, then to Bakugou. He lays there, peaceful and quiet, not angry. He has a complete different aura when he's calm. Kirishima likes that aura.

There's only one bed in the room, so Kirishima sits down on a chair in the corner, watching Bakugou softly, who directly in that moment turns his head around to look at Kirishima. His cheek looks chubby, the way it lays on the bed, his eyes narrowed and eyebrows knitted. His face is always so tensed.
„What?" He asks sullen.

„N- nothing?" Kirishima answers, putting his hands together and playing with his thumbs.
„You're not getting the bed."

„I didn't ask for it." He gets a grumpy look from Bakugou, until he turns his face away from Kirishima, who had given him a little smile.

„Bakugou?"

„Hm?"

„Can I know more about you?" Bakugou's head flips back to Kirishima, watching him quizzical.

„The fuck?"

„I don't- I don't mean it like that! I mean - you're - we're partners, aren't we? You know a little about me, so I guess - maybe I could -"

„What do you want to know?" Kirishima's blush comes back, he looks over to Bakugou and swallows. It's true he wants to know everything about him, but right now, all the questions he ever asked himself are gone. It's a terrible feeling, since now's probably the only time he can ask him that. He twists his face and looks at his thumbs. „So nothing?" Bakugou adds annoyed and turns away.

„What's your relationship with your dad?" Kirishima asks as the only thing that came to mind.
„I never see him." He answers not turning around. Bakugou's hair looks messy, but really soft. He doesn't use wax or gel like Kirishima, he keeps it 100% natural, which Kirishima likes a lot.

„What do you mean? That doesn't mean you don't know him."

„If I act wrong, I ruin his career. And I can't do that, or else-" Bakugou stops his sentence. It's silent for a few seconds, until he pulls his legs on the bed completely and lays down on his side, looking against the wall. His left arm covers his hip and his fingers peak out on his back. Kirishima's eyebrows sink down to his lids, he worries a little.

„Or else what?"

„Never mind, nothing. I can't ruin his career, so I'm being serious."

„What's his character like?" Bakugou hesitates again, before scratching his shoulder blade.

„Can we not talk about him?" Kirishima stares at Bakugou's body, shocked. His voice was soft, warm, kind of begging, as if he feels sad or pained to talk about it. Kirishima feels bad that he mentioned it in the first place, but he couldn't have known that Bakugou's father is such a trigger to make him go soft. It's not the way Kirishima wants him to go soft, so he clears his throat a little.

„I'm sorry." He whispers and looks down at his thumbs again.

„You're an idiot." Bakugou whispers back and Kirishima wishes he could see the face he makes while saying that.

„What do you like to eat?"

„That's a dumb question."

„Ugh, I'm sorry, I don't know what I can ask and what I shouldn't." Bakugou turns around again, looking directly at Kirishima. His eyes seem tired and he's a little pale.

„Why do you even have to ask anything?"
„I wanna know - more about you."

„I grew up in a rich household with a lot of attention - too much if you ask me - I had many toys, maids, caretakers, I was good in school, I graduated top of the class, wanted to become a hero, wasn't allowed and now I'm here." He explains moody, then turns away again. Kirishima smiles.

„That's the short version." He didn't talk about friends...

„You don't need to hear more, moron." Bakugou snaps.

„Last question."

„Hm?"

„Can I call you Katsuki?" Bakugou doesn't move, but Kirishima hears a soft sigh. A soft one, not annoyed.

„Shut up." He gets as an answer.

The door knocks, Kirishima fell asleep on the chair and Bakugou fell asleep on the bed.

Before Kirishima could open his eyes completely, Bakugou jumps up, adjusts his uniform and marches to the door, opening it with a hard pull.
„Y'all ready?" Jiro asks standing in front of it with documents in her hands and her cute glasses.

Bakugou and Kirishima walk out the room and follow Jiro to the elevator. Kirishima stretches his back, touches it and presses against it, painful.

„What are you doing?" Bakugou asks annoyed.
„Sleeping on this chair wasn't cool, let's say it like that." Kirishima answers with his face twisted in pain. Bakugou doesn't answer on that.

They get down to the lobby, leaving the hotel to the meeting place.

The meeting room is filled with about ten people sitting around a huge table, all seem important. Bakugou and Kirishima stand behind Kayaba, who's facing his back to the window behind him. They're in a huge building at the top, where the whole city of Okinawa is visible. Kirishima keeps turning his head a little back, so he can see the view, but he gets punched by Bakugou every time he tries to do it. Bakugou stands straight again, his hands laid over each other in front of his crotch and his legs spread a little. He looks really serious, while Kirishima imitates him like an amateur. Some other bodyguards of other politicians stand around the table. It seems this meeting is beyond important, if so many people need so much protection.

Kirishima doesn't listen to what they talk about, since it's politics, but instead, he always tries to peak outside the window. He turns his face again, seeing the building across in his eyesight and notices something weird. He loses his straight position and wants to turn around completely, when he sees a little person in the other building, pointing something at the meeting room. He realizes quick enough to jump behind Kayaba, before a bullet hits his back, destroying the window. A loud crash of glass and Kirishima leans over Kayaba, protecting his whole body with his own, face twisted.
„There's someone in the other building across, with a gun!" He shouts, putting his hands around Kayaba, who seems beyond shocked. All the other politicians jump up their seats and their bodyguards pull them away from the room, speaking into some walkie talkies to contact the police. Bakugou looks down on Kirishima with a shocked face, not being able to move. The person in the other building shoots again, three times and hits Kirishima's back over and over. He winces and twists his face, but doesn't let go of Kayaba.
„Bakugou! Get him out of here!" He shouts and pushes Kayaba's chair to the side quickly.
„Kirishima!" Bakugou shouts back angrily. „You take him!" Kirishima throws him a confused look, until Bakugou pulls him away from the window, both of them landing on the floor. Kayaba lays on the floor, too, his hands over his head, shaking.

„I trust you!" Kirishima shouts and covers Kayaba again.
„Tell me you were bullet proof just now!" Bakugou's tone doesn't suit him. He sounds more worried than usual.

„Of course I am!" Kirishima smiles widely and crawls away, pulling Kayaba with him. Bakugou stands up and creates a few explosions in his hands, smiling determined.
„I'll kill you!!" He shouts at the other building and suddenly jumps outside the window. Kirishima jumps up and watches him go shocked. He can fly with his quirk, pushing him off the air with every explosion.
„You go, Katsuki!" Kirishima shouts happily, waving his hands around.
„Get me out of here, Eijiro!" Kayaba wheezes angrily on the floor and Kirishima turns over to him rapidly.
„Sorry, sir!"

An hour later, police officers and reporters have intruded the building. The politicians were brought to safety, but were asked to answer some questions. Kirishima didn't leave Kayaba's side, even though he really wanted to run after Bakugou and help him out. The whole time, Kirishima has a despondent look on his face, with his eyebrows knitted and his mouth drawn to a sad line. He doesn't listen to the reporters and what Kayaba says about the incident, he only thinks about what happened to Bakugou, since he didn't come back yet. What if he's hurt, laying in some corner of an alley? What if he's still chasing the sniper and nobody's there to help him? What if he's - Kirishima's thoughts get interrupted by Kayaba kicking him slightly in the ribs with his elbow. He snaps out of his sad expression and looks surprised, a little shocked.

„Huh!?" He asks loudly.

„I said that you're the reason I'm still alive! If you hadn't noticed the sniper from your eyesight, I would've been dead. I'm thanking you for this, Eijiro!" Kayaba smiles with his eyes closed, his wrinkles show and he doesn't seem like he has any worries at all. As if Bakugou's not missing. Kirishima doesn't answer, he doesn't know what to say. He's confused, sad, afraid and all that because of Bakugou. But why does he feel so weird?

„Listen boy." Kayaba starts again after the reporter left. „Bakugou will be fine. I'm not worrying, because I know him and I thought you do too. He's too strong to be defeated by some sniper and he's too determined to give up and not come back. So don't worry, or you'll get wrinkles." He mumbles softly and puts his hand on Kirishima's shoulder, stroking him.
„Sorry sir." Kirishima's facial expression doesn't change. He knows Bakugou is strong, but why isn't he back yet!?

„Now stop apologizing, Katsuki's right, it's annoying." Kayaba's smile vanishes, turning into an annoyed old guy who just wants to go home and watch his sports channel.

„Don't touch me, I said!" Kirishima throws his head up when he hears Bakugou's voice. Somewhere in the crowd, he's sure he's somewhere here. Reporters and officers fill the lobby, while Kirishima tries to get through them, searching for his partner in despair, pushing aside any person that crosses his way.

„Bakugou!?" He shouts around the lobby, filled with many other voices. Gasping, Kirishima stumbles through the crowd with his desperate look and shaking body.

„Kirishima!?" He gets an answer a few seconds later, coming from the left side of the room. It sounds like Bakugou is surprised to hear Kirishima's voice, but also happy to hear it. „I'm over here, shitty hair!" A hand raises from the crowd on the left side and Kirishima directly knows it's Bakugou's. His breathing gets faster and he sighs relieved, running past the reporters with a huge smile on his face. When passes the last person, Bakugou stands next to two police officers, one of them holding his arm. He looks beaten up a little, his jacket is ripped and he has a few bruises on his face with scratches on his arms. Kirishima's smile vanishes.
„Oh don't look at me like that." He grumbles angrily and pulls his arm out of the police officer's grip. Kayaba arrives too, looking at Bakugou with a serious face.

„What happened?" He then asks the officer, who was holding Bakugou.
„Your bodyguard chased down the sniper and knocked him out cold. But he interfered with a hero, who was trying to do his job and they ended up getting injured, both."

Bakugou looks really angry.

„So what about it? What's the problem?" Kayaba asks annoyed.

„He interfered the hero's job."

„But it's also his job to protect me, right? And in order to protect me, he has to defeat who ever tries threatening me." Kayaba explains, crossing his arms and moving his mouth around grumpy. Bakugou seems like he doesn't want to say anything. He leaves the talking to Kayaba, knowing he will only make things more complicated if he talks now. But the anger and rage is written on his forehead. He really has to hold himself back to not throw insults at the officer.

„I guess so, but -"

„But what but!? Leave him, the hero should be the one apologizing. Boys, leave now." Kayaba throws a hand at Kirishima and Bakugou, gesturing them to go away. Kirishima quickly grabs Bakugou's arm and pulls him away, but he directly frees himself from the grip.
„Don't touch me!" He shouts and walks away, Kirishima follows him worried.
„You really fought against a hero!?"

„I didn't fight, you moron! He was in my way, trying to shine in the eyes of pedestrians and citizens. God, sometimes I'm happy I'm not a hero. I wanna be number one, but not so people only stare at me and applaud. The recognition, pride, honor and the fact that I'm the fucking best is all that counts. There are so many stupid wanna be heroes who get in the way of those who just want to do their job and it seriously pisses me off."

Bakugou walks away with his hands in his pockets and a serious face, Kirishima smiles softly, following him.

Bakugou is so strong and manly. He fights for the good and not to be praised by everyone. He is all that I look for in a tough guy! ...

Wait what.

„So umm - what did you do?" Kirishima asks nervously.

„I told him I only have to knock this guy out and leave, he can take the glory."

„And what did he do?"

„He snapped, because I said the truth. Doesn't matter now, shithead. We have to wait for Kayaba and then drive back to the hotel." Bakugou sits down on a chair away from the lobby, where no reporters and officers are. Kirishima sits down on the right side next to him, smiling.

„Good job." Bakugou says quietly, not looking over to him. Kirishima seems surprised. Did Bakugou just acknowledge him? „Don't you dare make a scene out of this. You acted rational and quick, serious too. I didn't think you're capable of that. You saved him when I didn't."

„Hey, wait, bro! You saved him too! You knocked out the sniper villain guy! I just protected Kayaba. We both did our job, but I'm sorry I couldn't help you..."
„Stop apologizing. It's annoying. I didn't need your help."

„Well I was still worrying-" Kirishima said it so quickly, that he didn't even notice how it might appear. Bakugou turns his face over, eyes ripped open and Kirishima does the same. Tension is built between them, Kirishima talked to fast and didn't think about what he says. „I mean-" he tries to talk himself out, nervously and shamefaced. Bakugou stares at him suspicious, but then sighs and leans back on his chair.

„Shut up, I get it." He purls and after that, he mumbles something Kirishima couldn't hear.
„What?" He asks confused. Bakugou winces a little and he looks embarrassed.

„Nothing!"
„Whatcha say!?" Kirishima asks playful, pushing Bakugou to the side a little.
„I said nothing, idiot! Let go of me!" He throws his arm away and grits his teeth, while Kirishima giggles a little.

„Okay, I won't budge you anymore." He then says with his eyes closed, leaning against his own chair with a happy smile.

„God you're annoying!! I said that I was worried too!" Bakugou shouts all of a sudden. He stares at Kirishima, eyes ripped and chest moving up and down from his heavy breathing. Kirishima's eyes slowly open, his mouth forms pointy again and he tilts his head down, looking over to Bakugou. Before answering, his strain of hair falls down his face and covers the scar above his right eye. Bakugou's angry look gets a little softer.

„Really?" Kirishima asks quietly, his heart feels like it's stopping.

„Don't make a deal out of it." Bakugou answers, still staring into Kirishima's eyes.

„Boys, we're leaving." Kayaba interrupts them after a fews silent moments. Bakugou's body was turned over to face Kirishima, his hands on the arm rest, close to Kirishima's chair, but he shakes himself off and jumps up, straightening his back. Kirishima smiles a little and stands up himself, following Kayaba outside.

When they arrive back in the hotel, Kayaba stops them.
„I've been talking to some of my colleagues and it seems we're holding the meeting in another place tomorrow. The locality is only known to the people who will attend in the meeting, so you two will stay here. That means, we're going to stay here over night and the whole next day. Take it as your day off and I don't know, visit the city or whatever." He explains and turns around directly. Bakugou's face twists shockingly and his body tenses, while Kirishima still tries to somehow understand the message. His brain works a little slowly after such a long day.

„Wait Kayaba! Does that mean we have to share a room until tomorrow!?" Bakugou shouts stepping forward with his teeth gritted and his fists bulbed. Kayaba looks at him unimpressed.

„Well - yes."

„Are you fucking serious!? Oi, shitty hair!" Kirishima winces shortly, then looks at Bakugou nervously. „You're getting another room, got it!?"

„Wait, what!?"

„I'm not sleeping the same room with you!! Forget it!" Bakugou shouts raging while Kirishima holds his hands in front of his body, waving them around innocent.

„S-Sorry, but I-I don't have the money to do that!" Kirishima shouts back. Bakugou snarls sharply, then flips his head over to Kayaba, who's on his way to the elevator.
„Oi! Don't run away, heh!"

„It's your problem, Katsuki. You didn't bring money along, you can't get another room. See this as an opportunity to get to know your partner better." Kayaba doesn't turn around, but waves his hand next to his head and walks inside the elevator, followed by Jiro, who seems a little worried about the situation, though she doesn't say anything. Bakugou turns around to Kirishima, with a dark black aura and intimidation that scares Kirishima almost to death. His eyes are narrowed and he looks twice as big as usual. Kirishima ducks a little and swallows, looking up to Bakugou.

„Does this mean we'll have to sleep in one room with one bed?" Bakugou hisses silently but scary, that Kirishima doesn't even know what to say.

„Umm, I- I can sleep on the chair - if you - if you want - hehe." Kirishima stutters.

„You better, shitty hair!" Bakugou hisses along and walks to the elevator, stiff with his hands still bulbed and his body still tensed.

It's quiet in their room for a while. Bakugou lays on the bed with his phone, while Kirishima sits on the chair, looking around sometimes. He then stands up and sighs.
„I'll take a shower."
„Whatever." Bakugou replies uninterested, staring into his phone, when Kirishima walks past him into the bathroom. He gets a short look from Bakugou before he closes the door.

The bathroom isn't so small. There's as usual, a toilet, a bathtub with a shower head and a sink. Small tubes of shampoo stand on the sink and two towels hang from a hook. Kirishima takes off his jacket and his shirt and while doing so, his back hurts and he feels heavy pressure on it. His face twists in pain when he throws the shirt and the jacket on the toilet. Turning around in the mirror, he sees two bruises on his back.
„From the sniper, huh. And I thought I hardened quick enough.." He whispers to himself, pulling his skin to see the bruises better. It hurts a lot, but only if he moves too much or touches it. „It's not manly to complain about something like that!" He adds a little louder and raises his fist in determination.

„What are you blabbering?! Just take your damn shower!" Bakugou shouts from outside and Kirishima looks inside the mirror surprised, but smiles afterwards.

„Why?" He asks back.
„Son of a - I want to take a shower too, maybe!?" Kirishima blushes unwillingly, looking inside the mirror.

„Crap.." He whispers and wipes through his cheeks, again thinking he can wipe away the blush. He opens his plait, which he did shortly before the meeting and his hair falls down softly. „I have to cut it and color it again." He whispers grabbing his roots. His pants fall down a few seconds later and he takes off the rest of his clothes. His heart beats a little faster, when he thinks about the fact that Bakugou lays on the bed next door and Kirishima just stands there, naked. He breathes in heavily and shakes the thought out of his head.
„Childish.." He whispers again and smiles, while leaning against the sink with his hands on it.

Kirishima takes his time in the shower. His apartment doesn't have warm water yet. He has to pay more to get it, so he just uses cold one. But the feeling is so good and comfortable, that he doesn't want to get out. His face is facing the shower head, the water is flowing down his hair to his body, washing off all the sweat and dirt. He smiles and has his eyes closed, while enjoying his moment.
„Oi, how much time do you need!?" He hears Bakugou shouting from outside.
„Please, just give me a few minutes." He asks back gently. Bakugou doesn't answer for a few seconds.
„... Don't think about jerking off there." Kirishima hears him say and rips his eyes open, his blush is coming back.
„Damn! Bro! No, I-I'm just enjoying the warm water!" He shouts back and puts his hands in front of his crotch nervously, squeezing his chest and looking to his clothes on the toilet across the bathroom.

„Have you never showered under warm water, huh?"

„Katsuki, can you just - can you leave me for now?" It's the first time Kirishima asks that. He was always the one wanting to disturb others' privacy, but now, he just wants to be alone for a few minutes. His heart is racing and he gets nervous when he hears Bakugou talking to him from outside the bathroom. He still has his hands in front of his crotch and he doesn't know why. He feels embarrassed by the comment Bakugou made about the jerking off thing. He inhales heavily and exhales again, then looks up to the shower head and lets the water pour down his face. Bakugou doesn't say anything anymore.

About ten minutes later, Kirishima gets out the bathtub, stepping on the floor with his right foot first. Before being able to put the second one out, he slips on some puddle of water, which splashed out of the bath when he took his shower. His right foot slides to the front, while his body falls back. His left foot is trying to hod himself up on the border of the bathtub, which is slippery too. He loses his balance and slips, falling down, crashing against the border of the bathtub with his back and landing on the floor butt naked, back leaned against the tub. He shouts out of pain, not being able to move. His face twists and he holds both his hands on his back, pushing against it painfully.

„AARGH! DAMNIT!" He screams, gritting his sharp teeth and pressing his eyes together in pain.

„Kirishima!?" Bakugou heard the crash and Kirishima's scream. He jumps out of the bed and runs over to the bathroom door, turning the knob around and opening it.
„NO! BAKUGOU DON'T COME IN, I'M NAKED!" Kirishima screams, crossing his legs, trying to hide his intimate area. He quickly moves his hands away from his back to cover up his body, but directly takes them back, because it hurts too bad. „F- sh- damn!" He shouts gasping.

Bakugou stands inside the bathroom, his face in a shocking expression with his jaw dropped and small dots as pupils. He stands as if he's ready to catch Kirishima, even though he already lays on the ground. Naked, wet, gasping and twisting his face in pain. Bakugou swallows terrified, not being able to move, while Kirishima moves his legs around, trying to cover up, but ends up slipping all the time, because of the wet floor. Kirishima blushes a lot, opening his eyes a little with his wet eyelashes, looking at Bakugou embarrassed. His body is more tanned than Bakugou's and it's even more muscular, which he didn't expect. He knew Kirishima works out, but his body is ripped! Bakugou just stands there, watching him on the floor for five to ten long seconds, not being able to look away and not being able to move.

„Katsuki! I told you to not - crap." Kirishima pants while still leaning his hands against his back and therefor making his stomach and chest lean out.

„Shit, you're so stupid. What happened?!" Bakugou asks snapping out of it, shaking his head and getting his usual angry attitude back.
„I slipped on my way out the tub and fell on my back. Damn, Katsuki, please get outside, this is totally embarrassing!" He shouts blushing, water dripping down his wet, long hair. Bakugou walks over to the hook and takes a towel, throwing it on Kirishima's naked body and covering it up.
„Come on, I'll help you. And don't fucking be embarrassed, it's not like I don't have the same body, you know." The same body.. Kirishima thinks while looking at him surprised. He twists his face directly, when Bakugou bends over to pull him up by his armpits.

„Argh!" Kirishima shouts and gasps. He starts moaning and grumbling in pain, but Bakugou imagines something else. He twists his face annoyed and confused, thinking about the noises Kirishima makes.
„Shut up already!" He shouts at him angrily and blushing, while he pulls Kirishima further.

„The towel, Katsuki!" Kirishima shouts and just before it slides down his body to the ground, he quickly grabs it and holds it onto his crotch and stomach. Bakugou puts him down on the border of the tub, noticing Kirishima's naked butt for a second. He looks at it, without realizing what he's actually doing. When he notices a second later, he slaps his hand against his own cheek and looks away directly. What the fuck, dude! He shouts to himself in his head and steps back from the tub. His arms and shirt are wet from holding Kirishima, so he dries them with the second towel.

„Ouch..." Kirishima mumbles and touches his back again.

„Get outside if you can, I'll have a look afterwards." Bakugou says seriously and leaves the bathroom, leaving Kirishima in a surprised mood.

„O-okay." He answers and puts his towel around his waist. „I'm so sorry you had to see me like this. Not manly at all." He adds mumbling in awkwardness.

„Whatever." Bakugou answers sullen and Kirishima hears him sitting down on the chair instead of his bed. He tries to stand up, but his back hurts a lot while doing so. He knows Bakugou decided to help him on his own. Kirishima didn't ask for it and even begged him to stay outside. But he helped anyways - why?

„Lay down on the bed- or sit! I don't know, whatever." Bakugou shouts when Kirishima stumbles out the bathroom, his towel around his waist, water dripping down his hair. Kirishima combed it back before going outside and it looks really good on him.

„Lay down or sit, what now?" He asks Bakugou, who's sitting on the chair, annoyed.
„Lay down." Bakugou answers and walks over to him. Kirishima lays down on the bed, grunting of pain, but then relaxes his face when his head hits the soft pillow. It smells like Bakugou. Sweet and manly. He closes his eyes and smells it a little, before Bakugou sits down next to him and makes Kirishima snap out of it. He looks at Kirishima's back and twists his face a little. The bruises don't look good at all, in fact, they look really painful. There's a long red bruise across his shoulder blades, which is from the fall and two smaller ones on the lower half of his back.
„I thought you don't get injured from bullets." Bakugou says while staring at Kirishima's wet back.

„Guess I wasn't quick enough to harden it fully, I don't know. Or maybe I was just too weak..." Bakugou narrows his eyes.

„No you weren't." He takes his own towel which he had around his neck and starts dabbing the water off, drying his back. Kirishima opens his eyes wider, surprised. Bakugou touches him softly, watching out so he doesn't hurt him in any way and somehow, it's making Kirishima really nervous. His heart beats fast and he tries to hide his nervous breathing by almost holding his breath and making small chest movements. Suddenly, he feels Bakugou's hand on his back, stroking the bruise from the fall. His eyes rip open, but he tries to stay as calm as possible.
„Damn, that must've hurt." Bakugou says quietly, while his fingertips glide over Kirishima's back. „How's your skin so soft?" He then asks even more quiet and Kirishima's heart completely unlatches. He can't hold his breath anymore and lets out a long exhale. Bakugou directly puts his hand away and stands up, realizing he was going too soft.

„Whatever, I'm gonna take a shower. You'll be fine." He says and walks away with his hands in his pockets. Kirishima breathes faster, moving his head so he can see Bakugou going away.
„Be careful." He whispers out dry. Bakugou slams the door, leaving Kirishima on his own, gasping. „Fuck." He whispers, closing his eyes. That was his first heavy insult.

Bakugou dries the wet floor and the border of the tub, so the same thing wouldn't happen to him, though he doesn't know how Kirishima managed to be so clumsy. He smiles a tiny bit and sighs, then takes off his clothes and steps inside the shower. He washes off his sweat and dirt, too. He's sure he has much more than Kirishima, since his quirk is connected to sweating and he was the one chasing down the sniper and getting into a fight. It hurts a little, when he washes his body, sliding over his injured arms and chest to his stomach and back. After he finishes, he gets outside carefully, watching every step and easily makes it out without slipping at all.

„Stupid idiot." He whispers to himself when he thinks about what happened to Kirishima. But he smiles again, just a little.

He thinks about Kirishima's body and the way he laid on the floor.

Bakugou slams his hands on the sink, tensing his arms and looks inside the mirror at himself, breathing quickly.

„What are you thinking, bastard!" He whispers with his teeth gritted, looking angry. He doesn't know what's going on in his mind and what's going on with his body. He feels really tensed and excited in a weird way. Is it Kirishima who makes him feel this way? It can't be though, Kirishima is an idiot! He's stupid, clumsy, unmannered, has no clue, acts without thinking, jokes around too much, is too bright, too happy, his hair is too red, his little scar is too visible, his eyelashes are too long, his plaint looks too smooth, his two strains look too personal, his face is too pure, his body is too manly... Bakugou thinks about him, too much. He smiles inside the mirror, feeling heavy in his chest, when he sighs and looks down on the sink between his hands, water dripping from his hair.

„Eijiro Kirishima..." he whispers quietly and moves his left hand, putting it on his forehead and smiling while shaking his head. „God, why you?"

Bakugou gets out of the bathroom. He thought about not putting on a shirt, just so Kirishima would see his body too, but he ended up thinking it was childish and immature and would just draw attention to him. But since his shirt has holes and is completely dirty, he decides to just put his towel around his neck, covering most of his torso. He put on his pants and walks over to the bed, where Kirishima lays. Still in the same position, Kirishima seems to have fallen asleep, eyes closed and chubby cheeks while drooling saliva over Bakugou's pillow.

„Seriously?" Bakugou asks quietly, so Kirishima wouldn't wake up. He takes the end of his towel and wipes through his forehead after water dripped down on it from his hair. It's about 9pm and Bakugou sits down on the chair in the corner, his towel over his body as a blanket. He really manages to fall asleep after a little while.

„Katsuki?" Kirishima asks in the middle of the night, standing in front of the chair. Bakugou wakes up confused, looking around the room to remember where he actually is. He sighs scratching his head, then yawns and realizes Kirishima stands directly in front of him.

„Whoa fuck, where'd you come from?" He asks confused, Kirishima smiles.

„I'm sorry, but I can't believe you fell asleep on the chair - here! I mean, why didn't you wake me up?" Kirishima asks going through his hair, while leaning forward a little. Bakugou looks at him for a while, emotionless, just because he doesn't know if he should say the truth or just make an excuse and lie. He feels weird - thinking about what to say is not a thing he usually does, he always says what's on his mind directly without hesitation. But it's so different with Kirishima.

„Katsuki?"

„The fuck you callin' me by my first name, shithead?!" He changes the subject, that's another way to get around the other question. Kirishima starts laughing a little, closing his eyes and showing his stupid sharp teeth. Why does he have them anyways? Doesn't make sense. And these stupid eyelashes - they're - stupid.

„I already called you that a few times, bro! Why do you suddenly have a problem with it now?"

„Why are you asking so much and why did you wake me up, shitty hair?" He asks back crossing his arms.

„You didn't answer my first question yet."

„God, you're annoying. I didn't wake you up because any normal person wouldn't. You were injured and I didn't want to go through the pain and wake you up, just so you'd be complaining about your back pain and that you can't move." Bakugou explains briefly. Well, he lied a little, which he actually didn't plan on doing. Kirishima smiles again.
„I get it. And I woke you up, so you could lay down on your bed." Bakugou doesn't reply. He doesn't know what to say. Should he accept it, or just stay on the chair and let Kirishima rest.

„What about your injuries?" He asks instead.

„My injuries? Oh come on, it wouldn't be manly at all, if I'd cry over things like bruises."
„Well, you were almost crying back in the bathroom." Kirishima suddenly blushes and steps back. Only now Bakugou notices he only wears his towel around his waist, which is really distracting and Bakugou just doesn't understand why he has the urge to look at Kirishima's body.
„Come on, bro." Kirishima smirks and combs his hair out of his face with his hand. Bakugou's heart skips a beat.

„Just, I don't know, stay on the bed, whatever."
„You were so hyper to sleep there, what happened?" Bakugou stands up quickly, the towel falls down on the chair. Kirishima looks at his body, noticing every detail. Bakugou is muscular, too. Of course, he's always training, just like Kirishima. His face turns a little pale and he can't take his eyes off of the body. Instead, he steps back again.

„Well, if you insist, then I'll sleep there. But don't you dare complain about the chair." He walks over to the bed and sits down on it, stroking the sheets. It's still kind of warm from Kirishima's body heat. Kirishima walks over to him slowly, putting his hands behind his back and looking down at Bakugou nervously. It stays like that for a few long seconds.

„What?" Bakugou asks annoyed, raising one eyebrow.

„Umm - if there would be a second bed here - would you - want me to - sleep on it?" Kirishima asks, moving his foot around on the floor.

„Are you retarded?" Bakugou starts, looking at Kirishima disgusted. „Isn't that kind of common sense to sleep on a bed, if there is one, instead of a crappy chair?" He asks crossing his arms again. Kirishima's nervousness disappears and turns into a vacant, kind of silly face.

„Oh." He says stupidly and rests his arms on his waist. „Well, I didn't - no, I didn't mean it like that."

„Then what do you fucking mean? Spit it out, I'm tired."

„Oof, don't punch me please." Kirishima's nervousness is back.

„Kirishima."

„Okay, sorry. I mean, none of us want to sleep on the chair, right?"

„Obviously."

„So, what if - oof - what if we both just - sleep on the bed?" Kirishima stutters, his voice shakes and changes tone with every few words. Bakugou sees how nervous he is asking that. But he doesn't know if it's because Bakugou would normally punch him for that, or because - well because something else.

„What?" Bakugou asks, deep and serious. He himself doesn't really know what to say.
„Crap, I know - I - pff, sorry I'm stupid! How could I even think about this!? Stupid red haired loser! That's so not manly!" Kirishima shouts around embarrassed, waving his hands around. Bakugou watched him stolid, not saying anything. Just enjoying how Kirishima reacts and it's getting more and more embarrassing for him the more time passes and Bakugou doesn't say anything. He enjoys it a lot, because he now understands.

„Kirishima?" He starts after Kirishima giggles nervously for a few seconds and moves around on the same spot, making excuses why he even came up with the question.

„Uh, yes?" He asks back bashful.

„Okay."

„Wh- what okay?" He asks nervous.

„What do you think. Now don't make a scene out of it and just lay down. I'm tired." Bakugou mumbles seriously. Kirishima suddenly gets really red, his eyes widely open and his mouth too. His eyebrows are raised and Bakugou kind of wants to punch him.

„O- Okay, yes, right." He slowly gets closer to the bed and touches the sheets next to Bakugou.

„Wait, you're not gonna sleep naked next to me. Put at least your underwear on."
„I'm sorry, how stupid, yes. Would you mind..?" Kirishima almost whispers, while stepping back, ready to pull down his towel. Bakugou looks at him with the same are you fucking serious face.
„Just go to the fucking bathroom, why here?" Kirishima seems really nervous, but he tries to smile it off.
„Yea, right. I don't know what's wrong with me." He says and walks over to the bathroom, almost tripping over his own foot. Bakugou even moved a little up, when Kirishima almost tripped, as if he's ready to catch him. But he sits down directly, acting as if he didn't do anything. „Jesus, oof."

A minute later, Kirishima walks out with his boxers. They're not tight and cover half of his thighs.
„Bananas and monkeys." Bakugou sighs when he sees the pictures on the boxers. „That's manly."

„Oh, come on.. my mom bought me those two years ago."

„Whatever." Kirishima walks over to the other side of the bed and sits down on it nervously, while Bakugou stands up and pulls down his pants. He blushes a little, but looks away so Kirishima doesn't see it.
„White." Kirishima says stolid, looking over to Bakugou. „And tight."

„Seriously!?" Bakugou shouts and turns his back to Kirishima, hiding a little blush.

„I'm sorry!" He gets a loud laugh in reply and then hears some rustling, so he turns back around and notices Kirishima laying under the blanket.

„No no no no no no, wait a second, fuckhead. Who said you can have the blanket?!" Bakugou jumps on the bed and makes Kirishima almost fall out of it, but he holds onto the sheet and manages to stay on top, laughing. Bakugou hides his own smile.

„Sorry again! I don't know, we can share."

„Okay, don't you dare take it too far, red head." Bakugou warns and rips out the blanket off Kirishima, who covers his chest, as if Bakugou discovered some secret.

„Oi!" Kirishima shouts glowing.

„Oi is my word!" Bakugou shouts back angrily while Kirishima sits up and tries to rip the blanket out of his hands.
„It's unfair! I don't want to freeze!"

„Then take the towel, asscrack!"

„You take the towel!"

Suddenly, the door gets smashed open and Jiro peaks in, wearing a cute, flouncy lavender night dress and purple slippers. She looks at both of them standing on their knees on top of the bed, pulling one blanket and being half naked by the way.

„Do I have to ask what's going on here?" She asks languid. Kirishima's still pulling the blanket hard, but then Bakugou lets go and he crashes against the wall next to the bed, falling down.

„It's not what it looks like." Bakugou explains getting off the bed. Jiro shortly looks down at his crotch, but directly back into his eyes, adjusting her glasses seriously. Bakugou isn't like Kirishima, who would cover up with something. He stands straight and is proud of what he looks like.

„Well maybe it is exactly what it looks like." Kirishima mumbles while being squeezed between the bed and the wall, his calves on the bed and his arms on his knees.

„No, it's not!" Bakugou shouts at him.

„What did it look like, Kyoka!?"
„You two were looking like little children fighting over something extremely stupid." She says rational. Kirishima tries to get out of the aisle, but ends up falling inside each time. He grumbles and gasps, but stays stuck. Bakugou doesn't help him out, he watches amused. „Why are you fighting for the blanket!?"

„Cuz there's only one! And since we already have to share a bed, we don't have to share the same blanket?! We're not some kind of couple!" Bakugou shouts punching against his palm.

„Sure looks like it though."

„Whatcha say!?"
„If you need another blanket, then fucking open the closet, there are blankets and pillows?! How stupid are you." Jiro turns around and walks out the room. „And be more quiet from now."

The door smashes and Bakugou and Kirishima stay alone, quiet.

„How'd she even get in here?" Bakugou asks quietly.

„Help me." Kirishima wheezes, but Bakugou walks over to the little closet instead.
„Fuck you." He says and pulls out a blanket and a pillow.

„Come on!!"

„GOD!" Bakugou jumps on top of the bed and leans over to Kirishima, stretching his hands down. He grabs them and Bakugou pulls him out of the aisle. With a hard pull, Kirishima almost crashes against Bakugou's face, but he's quick enough to push him back again. „Dare you to come close."

„Sorry, you pulled."
„Doesn't matter now, I'm fucking tired, as I already said seven thousand times." Bakugou throws himself on the bed and covers his body with his blanket. Kirishima does the same.

„Good night, Katsuki." Kirishima smiles chubby.

„Shut up."

It stays quiet for a few seconds.

„Good night, Kirishima."

„Wakey wakey boys!" Jiro opens the door and peaks inside the room. She sees one blanket on the floor, Kirishima's leg lays over Bakugou's stomach and Bakugou's arm lays on Kirishima's forehead. Both sleep with open mouths and the one blanket which didn't fall down lays on Kirishima's and Bakugou's legs, not covering more than that. Jiro's face gets annoyed, since they don't wake up from her greeting.

„BOYS!" She screams and suddenly, Kirishima raises his head a little, making Bakugou's arm fall down. At the same time, he closes his mouth and accidentally catches Bakugou's finger, biting it. Bakugou wakes up from that - shouting - and pulls away his arm, pushing Kirishima away.
„Dude!" He shouts.

„Ow, I'm sorry! Your arm suddenly fell in my mouth!"
„Stop lying! Get your dirty leg off me!" Bakugou pushes Kirishima further away, but Kirishima pushes back and both fall out the bed.

„You're both a mess. I just wanted to say that Kayaba and I are leaving, so I'm putting your key card on the counter and new clothes. Have fun today." She says nicely.

„Wait, so we had two key cards from the beginning!?" Kirishima shouts.

„You're allowed to go with Kayaba?!"

„I'm his assistant. Of course I am. Bye!" Jiro walks out the room quickly and closes the door, hearing Kirishima and Bakugou arguing already. She smiles and giggles a little, then walks to the elevator.

Downstairs, Kayaba is waiting for her at the breakfast table, reading a newspaper.
„I woke them up." She says smiling.

„Did something happen?"
„They were sleeping in one bed and almost with one blanket, if I wouldn't have pitied them this much!" Jiro giggles. Kayaba puts his newspaper down and looks at her surprised, with a long smile.

„Really!? They didn't figure out that they can pull the bed out and make it to a double bed!?" He laughs loudly, leaning forward to the seat where Jiro just sat down.

„No, they didn't! Good bonding exercise though!"

„HA HA HA!"

Upstairs, Kirishima and Bakugou just put on their clothes and are ready to go downstairs to eat breakfast.

„Oh look, Kyoka left us some money. For what, though?" Kirishima asks.

„Probably for food, since we have to wait the whole day."

„Nice! Where do you wanna eat?"

„Downstairs - breakfast!?" He shouts and walks out the room. Kirishima follows up quickly. The hotel is pretty fancy, though Kirishima and Bakugou probably got the worst room there is. They eat breakfast together and get many looks from other people who pass by. Bakugou seems to be annoyed by it, while Kirishima just eats and eats and eats.
„Moron, stop stuffing yourself like that. You're gonna get sick." Bakugou says while Kirishima puts two slices of bacon and some beans in his mouth.
„I'm fine!" He mumbles loudly.

They decided to visit the beach and look around the city, which they do all day. They have enough money to drive in some crappy bus and enough money to buy squid at the beach. Only Kirishima buys squid, because Bakugou doesn't like the word, so he doesn't eat it. At about 5pm, they find a restaurant close to the beach and sit down inside. It's mostly made out of wood and has a Hawaiian style, with palm trees around, coconuts, surf boards and flowers. Bakugou doesn't like it, but Kirishima does. They get their food and start eating.

„A salad, bro? Don't you know your biceps gets smaller from that?" Kirishima asks while stuffing a burger in his mouth.
„Shut the fuck up, at least I'm not getting fat."

„I won't get fat! But come on, be honest. The day was super awesome, wasn't it?"

Bakugou thinks about what to say. He enjoyed it, if he's honest - spending time with Kirishima, that's what he enjoyed. But he can't be this straight forward. For Kirishima goes the same thing. He enjoyed spending time with Bakugou and seeing the city.

„It was okay." Bakugou answers poking in his salad.

„You know, I think we're coming along pretty well now. Besides all the arguing, which I actually think is funny, we're a pretty decent team." Bakugou stops poking in his salad and looks up to Kirishima, who's eating his burger happily with his chubby cheeks and these huge eyes. Never has someone said that Bakugou works good with someone. He has always been the lonely guy, but he never minded it, because he was the one who wanted to be lonely. The fact that he hears that now and especially from Kirishima, makes him unbelievably not mad. He smiles a little and sighs, then stabs a tomato.

„Guess so." He says quietly and eats, while Kirishima throws his burger on his plate.

„YES!" He shouts loudly and some people look over.
„Shut the fuck up stupid moron." Bakugou hisses quickly.

„Finally you acknowledged something! I'm so proud of you, partner!"
„You're still shouting, shut up!"

„Hahahaha!"