A shot of fear ran through Kirishima when he realized he had slept in. His alarm hadn't gone off, meaning he was a half hour late for his appointment with Bakugou. He quickly jumped out of bed, rushing to the bathroom on the first floor, where he washed his hair in the sink and quickly changed into his work clothes.
Thankfully, Bakugou was late too. It made Kirishima wonder if he had confused seven PM for seven AM. It had happened before. One accidental nap had turned into a panic over thinking he was late for school, even though it was twelve hours away.
Bakugou didn't really seem to be the type to arrive to things late. He had been on time to their last appointment, and Kirishima was sure he would be to this one as well. But he didn't show up for another ten minutes, a stack of Chinese takeout containers in his arms.
"I brought breakfast." He announced in that gruff way of his.
"Chinese for breakfast?"
"What, you think they don't eat breakfast in China?"
"I don't think they eat egg rolls and sweet and sour chicken for breakfast."
"Well, we do. Eat up and shut up." Bakugou set the containers on a work bench.
"Thanks..." Kirishima still didn't know how to react. He had only known Bakugou for a short amount of time, but he knew this was out of character for him.
"I was here earlier but the shop was empty so I set up my bike and went to get food." Bakugou explained as he dug into his chicken fried rice.
"I'm sorry. I slept in." Kirishima apologized, starting on his food. He had to admit that a hot meal felt good after months of shitty peanut butter sandwiches and occasional fast foods. Other than the chicken Bakugou had brought, he couldn't remember the last time he had a decent meal. As much as he wanted to savour it, his body was starving for proper sustenance and he couldn't help but to scarf it all down in record time.
"Damn." Bakugou whistled. "You must've been hungry."
"I skipped breakfast." Kirishima shrugged. It was true, but he left out the reason why.
"Should we get to work on the bike?" Bakugou asked, setting his unfinished meal aside.
"Yeah." Kirishima went to retrieve the new parts from the storage shelves. "Next time I'm late, you can just chill until I get here. I'm tend to sleep in more than I care to admit."
"Got it." Bakugou nodded, dropping into a chair. "So, where did Ol' Fat find you?"
"Me?" Kirishima started unscrewing the bolts that held the part in place. "I guess he just took a shine to me for some reason."
"Yeah, but WHERE did he find you? Did he pouch you off another shop or were you right out of college or what?"
Kirishima laughed nervously. "Definitely not any of those."
"Through a family friend?"
"Nope."
"Well, I'm out of ideas."
"Already?"
"Yeah."
"Would you believe that I begged him for a job?"
"You seem like the type."
"You're a dick."
"You are what you eat, I guess."
"What?"
"Never mind."