"Hello?" Bakugou had never really been to the shop this early before. Taishiro always opened at ten, not nine. But Amajiki said that this Kirishima guy would be here, so he opted to break his routine on this one.
The lights were off inside, which frustrated Bakugou. He was here on time, his mechanic should have been too. He was about to knock again, when the lights came on and the door opened.
"Hello?" A tired sounding voice asked. "Are you my nine o' clock?"
Bakugou pulled the door open so he could see who he was talking to. A nervous looking redhead stepped back from it. He looked shabby, coveralls decorated with oil stains and bright red locks held back by a bandana.
His nerves soon disappeared when he realized that Bakugou wasn't a threat, much quicker than most people normally did. He smiled at him, bright and friendly. Bakugou wasn't used to getting those looks.
"Bakugou Katsuki, right?"
"Uh...yeah."
"Where's this bike?"
"In the back of my dad's truck. I've got to take it home to him before he goes to work, so let's hurry."
"Right." The redhead nodded. "I'm Kirishima, by the way."
"Yeah. I heard." Bakugou stuffed his hands in his pockets, "let's go."
The pair exited the building, walking to the bright red truck that Bakugou had borrowed from his father. He needed it back by ten, which meant he would have to hurry and get the bike in the shop.
Kirishima waited as Bakugou lowered the tailgate and uncovered the sheet from the bike. He gasped audibly when he saw the machine's condition.
"Oh my god. Was anybody hurt?"
"What?"
"When the bike got like that...was anybody hurt?"
"It was parked. Some idiot hit it with their car and drove away."
"Oh thank god. It looks awful."
"Well, it used to be beautiful, but that bastard wrecked it."
"I'll get it back in order. You won't even know it was wrecked."
"You better hope so. Help me get this into the shop."
"I've got a trolley. One sec." Kirishima ran off, returning a few moments later with a little push trolley, just big enough to fit the bike. They carefully loaded it on and pushed it into the garage.
"I've got to get the truck home. Don't do anything to the bike until I get back."
"Can I-"
"No."
"So I can't even take a look at it? See what needs to be done?"
"Only if you don't touch it."
Kirishima raised an eyebrow. "Alright."
Bakugou felt like he needed to say something, but he didn't know what. And so, he merely hopped into the truck and prepared to leave.
He hoped that this person wouldn't mess up too bad. He didn't say enough for Bakugou to really determine what he was like, but he already got the impression that Kirishima wasn't like other mechanics. He wasn't gruff and didn't hold his knowledge over Bakugou's head like a lot of other guys did.
But he still wasn't sure if that was a good thing yet.