The next morning, when Kirishima woke up, he felt oddly warm.
His first thought was that the shop was on fire, which really was a dumb thought, but it was the only way his sleep addled brain could explain the warmth.
He sat up, listening for the roar of flames, but the shop was silent.
It took him a few minutes to notice the new blanket over his body. It was thick and puffy so damn soft. Kirishima didn't know what to do. Where had it come from? Did Taishiro stop by? He didn't think he was sleeping soundly enough to not notice something like that, but he didn't know for sure.
He decided to get up. If Taishiro was still here, he would like to say hello.
Kirishima rolled off the futon, not bothering to put pants on over his boxers. It was still early anyway. Nobody would be at the shop right now and ol' Fat had seen him much worse.
"Hey," he heard when he stepped out of the office. He halted on the spot at the sight of Bakugou sitting next to his bike.
"Oh...hey..." Kirishima may have been wearing a t-shirt and boxers, but he felt very naked right now. He pulled the hem of his shirt down a little to cover the lame superhero print of his underwear. Hopefully Bakugou wasn't nosey enough to notice that Kirishima was into lame comics from the eighties.
"I brought breakfast again."
"You weren't supposed to be in today..."
"My schedule changed at work and I found myself with a free day, so here I am."
"I'd normally use that to sleep in."
"Don't you do that every day?"
"I mean...I try not to. What's for breakfast?"
"Nothing fancy. Just last night's leftovers. We had too much."
Kirishima looked into the Tupperware container sitting on the closest work bench, eyeing the massive helping of chicken and rice and vegetables.
"Geez. Were you feeding a small army?"
"Mom always makes too much of everything."
"Damn. My mom never cooks." Kirishima shrugged as he started to eat.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. Unless you count meth."
"What?"
Kirishima nearly choked when he realized what he had said.
"Oh...uh...my mom's a drug addict."
"And your dad?"
"I never met him, but he was probably one too." Kirishima shrugged.
"Dude...you deserve way better."
"If I had better, I wouldn't be here fixing your bike, would I?"
Bakugou's cheeks glowed a soft pink. "Yeah. I guess you're right." He watched Kirishima eat for a short amount of time before he spoke again. "Do you...live here?"
Kirishima swallowed. "Yeah."
"How? Did Taishiro let you?"
"Not at first. I started crawling in through a window to sleep at night but then Amajiki found me one morning when he opened the door. He freaked out and locked me in the storage room until Taishiro came in." Kirishima recalled how terrified he had been, seeing the huge mass of the man looming over him. Now he knew that Taishiro couldn't hurt a fly, but he didn't when they first met. "Anyway, I thought he was going to call the cops, but he took me on as an apprentice instead."
"He's always been a good guy." Bakugou muttered. "But don't tell him I said that. I don't need people thinking I'm soft or some shit."
"I think you're soft." Kirishima teased.
"If you tell a single soul, I'll make your head as soft as you think I am."
"I'll tell you what's NOT soft." Kirishima winked.
Bakugou's face went as red as Kirishima's hair. "Shut up!"
The redhead laughed. There was nothing more satisfying than making somebody as grumpy and short-fused as Bakugou blush.
"We should get to work." Kirishima decided. "The faster this is done, the quicker you can be on the road."
And the less time the pair could spend together.
But Kirishima tried not to think about that.