"Where are we going?" Kirishima asked, tugging at the hat Shinsou had lent him to cover his hair. He was sticking close to Bakugou and even though they were covered in drug store sunglasses, he knew they were flitting about for trouble.
Now that he had faced real danger, he was paranoid. This wasn't some silly game anymore. It was real.
"We're going to my place. It's safe there."
"I wanna go home. And I left my
phone at the set." Kirishima complained.
"They can use your phone to track you. And you can't go home. They'll find you there."
"My roommates need to know that I'm okay."
"Look, what you got back there was a warning. They'll be coming for your head next. Do you want your roommates caught in this too?"
"No..."
"Then we go to my place and lay low for a few days."
"Days?"
"Kirishima, do you realize the kind of trouble you're in? I don't even know what you did. Are you ever going to tell me?"
"Yeah. Of course. I'll tell you when we get to your place."
"Good. I wanna know what you could have done to get Stanley Snyder on your tail."
"Who?"
"Stanley Snyder. One of the best snipers in the world. The only reason he isn't more well known is because he only works on the commands of one of his NASA pals or something. How did you piss HIM off?"
"I said I'll tell you later." Kirishima whispered. "And anyway, I didn't know they were going to send the best of the best after me."
"Well, they did. I'm not sure even I could go against him."
"So I'm screwed then?"
"Not exactly. It's not over until you're dead."
"And how long will that take? A week? A few days? If I've got the best assassin in the world on my ass, some smarty pants killer for hire isn't going to do much to save me."
"Listen...it's my job to protect you, and in this business, failure means death. I'm not letting you die without fighting first."
Kirishima hunched his shoulders, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I don't like this one bit."
"I know you don't. But you got yourself into this mess."
"Not on PURPOSE. It was an accident."
"I know." Bakugou turned a corner, pulling Kirishima with him. "Anyway, we're here."
"I still can't believe you live in such a sketchy place."
"It's cheap and it's a roof over my head between jobs."
Kirishima stood close to Bakugou as he unlocked the door, as if he wanted to be inside more than anything. He probably did.
"I guess. But it's so...lonely..."
Bakugou swallowed. "So what if it is? I have to live here. Not you."
"I have to live here for a little while too, though."
"You'll just have to deal with it or die I guess." Bakugou opened the door and shoved Kirishima through.
"You came back." Aizawa was merely stating a fact as the pair entered the domain. "I was just about ready to close up shop and assume you died."
"Oh please. I was gone for one day. We need a place to hide out."
Aizawa scoffed. "Whatever. Just clean up after yourself."
"Sure. Sure." Bakugou took Kirishima by the arm and started tugging him through the building to the room that he normally used for almost everything.
"Make yourself at home or whatever."