Chapter Text
Kirishima went to go follow Bakugo up to the lobby but couldn’t seem to find Riot. He had set him on the floor when they had walked into the office, which was a mistake. Bakugo was already out the door and was probably half way to the lobby.
Kirishima was on his hands and knees looking under the desk when he heard a rustling. Looking to his right a little trash bin was moving around. He sighed and picked up the trash bin. Sure enough Riot was inside eating a food wrapper of some sort. It looked like it had been a burger wrapper before Riot ripped it to shreds. Kirishima pulled the remnants of the wrapper from his mouth and pulled Riot out. He put him back on the floor and nudged him with his foot towards the door. Riot wagged his tail and started to trot in front of him.
Kirishima was hoping that Bakugo would be waiting for him but it seemed he was to eager this time. He frowned and looked up and down the hall. He still didn’t know his way around the building, which meant he had no idea on how to find the lobby without asking for help.
A sudden idea hit Kirishima and he looked down at Riot. If their mission was going to be finding a lost Pokemon, this was going to be a good practice run.
Kirishima squatted down and rubbed Riot’s head. Riot had his tongue sticking out and looked up at Kirshima.
“Hey boy, do you think you could find Bakugo for me?” said Kirishima. He scratched between his ears and said, “It’s you first mission!”
That go Riot’s attention. His ears and tail stood tall and he put his nose to the ground. Kirshima stood up and stepped out of his way. It was best to let Riot concentrate and stay out of his way. Suddenly Riot began to walk down the right hallway. It seemed he found the scent. Kirshima followed him, praising him the whole way. He knew Riot was a smart Pokemon, especially when he put his heart and mind into it.
The décor started to become familiar the further along they went. They even saw a few familiar faces, one of which was Denki and Ikue. He was talking to a purple haired man, who looked like he needed to take a serious power nap. Kirishima waved and wanted to stop and talk but Riot kept going, so Kirishima followed. Riot made a left turn and barked, which ment he found Bakugo. Turning the corner Kirshima saw Riot running around Bakugo. Riot latched on to Bakugo’s shorts and wagged his tail. Bakugo yelled and shook his leg, which did nothing to deter Riot and his catch.
“Good job Riot, you found him,” said Kirshima. He pulled Riot off of Bakugo and scratched his head. Riot nipped his hand and licked his fingers.
“Little shit could have ripped my pants,” said Bakugo. He patted his shorts and walked up to the front desk.
The large man Kirishima had seen when he walked in earlier that day was still there. He also seemed to still be looking for whatever he was looking for earlier, because there where papers still flying every were. The slowpoke that was laying on top of the desk was covered in so many papers all you could see of it was its tail.
Bakugo hit the desk with his fist, startiling the man.
“Oi, slowmo, we got a mission and we need our equipment.”
The man blinked and said, “Bakugo, you know my name is Murphy. We’ve known each other for years.”
Bakugo sighed and rolled his eyes, “I know dipshit. Now can we please have our stuff.” Bakugo put the paper in his hand on top of the mountain of papers.
Murphy took the paper and looked at it. He smiled suddenly and looked up at Bakugo.
“Your first mission? Is this really happening? Does your dad know?”
Bakugo turned red and glared at him, “He isn’t my dad! And no, I haven’t because he’s an extra like you! Now do your job and get our stuff.”
Murphy didn’t even seem fazed by Bakugo’s rudeness. He smiled wider and walked into the door behind him. Once he was out of sight, Bakugo started to move the papers that were covering the Slowpoke. He stacked them on the side of the desk and he rubbed the Pokemon’s ear. The Slowpoke looked up at him and gave him a lazy smile. Bakugo said something to him that Kirshima couldn’t hear but it seemed like something nice from the happy noise the Pokemon made. Kirshima liked this side of Bakugo.
Murphy walked out of the room carrying two boxes in his arms. He sat them on top of the desk and turned to his computer. He typed some stuff in and looked up at the boys.
“So, I just have to put in the system what stuff you guys are getting and that you signed off on it. Other than that, you guys are free to go,” said Murphy. He sat behind the desk and began typing quickly. Kirishima was a little surprised at how quick his fingers were moving considering everything else he did was slow.
Bakugo began tapping his foot impatiently and began scratching the Slowpoke’s head. The Pokemon seemed to have gone back to sleep or didn’t care. The printer next to Kirishima suddenly came to life and began spitting out papers. Murphy got up and started to organize the papers. He made small packets out of them and put them together using a paper clip. He began to dig around in a drawer and pulled out to pens. He then handed Bakugo and Kirishima a pack and a pen.
“Just sign and initial in the proper places,” said Murphy.
Bakugo began to flip through the packet so quickly Explosion was bouncing on his shoulder. Kirishima looked at the pack and gripped the pen. Riot leaned down from his shoulder and tried to take a bite out of the papers. Kirshima moved the papers away and rubbed Riot’s head.
Bakugo slammed the packet on to the desk and looked at Kirishima. His eyes narrowed, making them even scarier somehow. Kirishima gulped and looked at his packet. Skimming over it the packet seemed to mostly be about being a responsible ranger, taking proper care of the equipment, and other technical things. One paragraph caught Kirishima’s attention and he decided to read it properly. It was stating that when the capture styler, the little spin top that circles the Pokemon, is damaged its energy will drain. If it is not recharged the capture styler will break. The capture styler can only be charged with the proper equipment, such as a charging station or a designated Pokemon like Pikachu. Kirishima skimmed through the rest of it and began signing the proper places. Once he was done, he set the packet in Murphy’s out stretched hand.
Murphy looked over the papers and typed some stuff into the computer. The computer let out two dings and Murphy smiled. He turned to the two boxes and opened them with a small box cutter. Little foam peanuts spilled out of the two boxes as he began digging in both boxes. He proceeded to pull out two stylers and handed one to Bakugo, the other to Kirishima. Bakugo’s styler was black and orange and Kirishima’s was red and black.
Kirishima looked over the styler. This was the first time he actually got to look at one closely. The handle was long enough that his hand could fit around it comfortably. When he wrapped his hand around the handle, he could feel a little button under his trigger finger, which he guessed was the button to launch the capture styler. The top part was square and had a little screen on it. Turing it over, that’s where the capture styler was. Pointing the styler at the floor he pushed the button on the bottom, sending the capture styler out. It landed on the floor and began to spin rapidly, but otherwise didn’t move. The moment it had shot out a rod came out of the top of the styler and the screen lit up. Looking at the screen it showed how much power the top had and a few other things listed. Kirishima moved his arm to the right and the capture styler moved in sync. He began to circle his arm in lazy circles, in turn causing the capture styler to move in small circles.
Kirishima chuckled and was about to fling his arm to the right when someone grabbed his elbow. Looking over Bakugo had his arm and was looking at him with his usual scowl. He grabbed the styler from Kirishima’s hand and pushed a button on the screen, powering it off. He pushed the rod back into the styler and grabbed the spinning top, which had fallen on to its side. Bakugo put the top back in its right place and handed the styler back to Kirishima.
“It isn’t a toy you idiot. If you break it you won’t get a new one for a while. Did they not teach you how to use one?” Bakugo asked.
Kirishima frowned and said, “Yeah I got training. But this is a bit different from my styler I used in my region. I’m not an idiot by the way.”
Bakugo huffed and turned back to Murphy and said, “Can we go now?”
Murphy smiled and said, “Yup you guys are all good to go! Be safe and have fun!”
Bakugo snorted and began to stomp to the door. He stopped right before he got to the door and said over his shoulder, “By the way, look under him for your missing papers you slow ass loser.”
Murphy perked up at this and lifted the sleeping Slowpoke. There was a red piece of paper under him and Murphy smiled at Bakugo, “Thank you Bakugo! I’ve been looking for this all day.” He picked up the Pokemon and held him close to his chest.
Kirishima bowed and said, “Thank you so much for your time Murphy. Riot and I really appreciate it and I’m sure Bakugo does.” Bakugo tsked at that.
Murphy waved his hand in a dismissive manner and said, “Really I didn’t do much, just my job guys. Now get out there and go do your job.”
Kirishima smiled wide and bumped his fist together, “You got it!”
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“HOW THE FUCK DO YOU LOSE A POKEMON THAT BIG?!”
The young girl in the doorway began to cry loudly. She was the client who had lost the Pokemon they were supposed to be looking for. The Pokemon in question was a young Mareep, who was normally kept inside but was let outside to graze in the backyard. The Mareep had a bell around its neck so it should be easier for the two to find it.
Kirishima pulled Bakugo back by lifting him from under his armpits. Kirishima was trying to shout apologizes to the little girl over Bakugo’s shouting. Bakugo was thrashing wildly in his arms, kicking his legs up. Explosion was clinging to his chest for dear life. Her flames were burning at a low heat, so they didn’t hurt Kirishima’s arms.
Kirishima dragged Bakugo a good distance from the house before he let him go. Bakugo glared daggers at Kirishima and clenched his fist. Explosion crawled from his chest to his shoulder and nudged him gently. Bakugo huffed and turned away from Kirishima.
“You can’t be acting like that with a client Bakugo. Especially when it’s a little girl who just lost her Pokemon,” said Kirishima. Riot was sniffing the ground and was wandering in front of the two.
Bakugo tsked and said, “Well she shouldn’t have a Pokemon if she can’t take care of it. I’ve had Explosion for years and I’ve never lost her.”
Kirishima began following Riot and turned to look at Bakugo asking, “How long have you had Explosion any ways?”
Bakugo looked at him sideways and began walking next to him.
“We have been together for a long time.”
Kirishima smiled a bit and asked, “No details?”
Bakugo rolled his eyes and said, “Fuck off shitty hair.”
Kirishima stopped in his tracks and blinked. Shitty hair? That was a first for sure.
They were behind the house, by the hole in the fence that the Pokemon escaped through. Riot was sniffing the hole and stuck his nose to the ground. Bakugo was looking around the ground and seemed to be looking for tracks. Kirishima looked back at the house and could see the little girl through one of the windows. Her face was still a bit red from crying but she gave a little wave at Kirishima. He smiled and waved back just as Riot began barking. Riot began running and both boys began to follow him.
~~~~~
They had stopped in a wooded area because Riot was having trouble picking the scent back up. He was walking around in circles, sniffing rocks and plants. Bakugo was looking inside bushes while Explosion was walking around the trunks of trees. Kirishima decided to bring up the conversation from earlier and began to look in the same bush as Bakugo.
“So how did you guys meet? I’m very curious now.” Kirishima put on his best smile and looked at Bakugo. He could see a vein pulse in his forehead.
Bakugo huffed and walked over to a different bush. Kirishima ran over next to him, almost tripping over a big rock.
“Come on I’ll tell you how me and Riot met if you tell me!”
“Hard pass. I don’t care how you and that rock head met,” said Bakugo. He picked some curly white fur from a branch on the bush. He turned to Riot and leaned down saying, “Here.”
Riot sniffed the fur and tilted his head. He seemed to think before sniffing the air. He turned suddenly and began walking back out of the woods.
Bakugo picked up Explosion, putting her on his shoulder, and followed Riot. Kirishima walked a few steps behind Bakugo looking up at the trees. There were a few bug Pokemon in the trees like Caterpie and Wurmple. He could also see a handful of bird Pokemon but he didn’t remember their name right off the top of his head. A Pachirisu ran between Kirishima’s legs suddenly, almost making him trip. Another one ran past seeming to be very angry, making him wonder what they might be fighting about.
Bakugo stopped suddenly, almost making Kirishima crash into him. The woods had ended and they were back in an open field. The grass was up to their knees, so they couldn’t see Riot any more. Kirishima panicked for a few seconds until he felt a cold, wet nose on his shin. When he looked down Riot was looking up at him with his big brown eyes. He sighed and picked up Riot, putting him on his shoulder. They would have to look for the Pokemon without Riot’s nose from here.
“You did so good boy, I'm so proud of you,” said Kirishima. He rubbed Riot’s head and kissed the side of his face. Riot barked and wagged his tail so fast his butt was wiggling.
Bakugo turned to look at Kirishima and said, “You take the right side and I’ll take this side. That mutt did okay. Shout if you find it.”
Kirishima nodded and smiled, “You got it!”
Walking through the grass really tickled Kirishima’s legs. He was use to sand and clean-cut grass. It wasn’t a bad feeling just very odd. Finding this Pokemon was going to be a bit difficult considering they were about the size of the grass or smaller. He had only ever seen a Mareep up close once, when his mom had a foreign business partner come by the house. The Pokemon was very friendly but very prone to static electricity.
Suddenly Kirishima heard what sounded like a bell, to be specific a soothing bell. What Kirishima could remember about soothing bells is that their main purpose is to help a Pokemon warm up to you, make them more friendly. The young girl had said that was the kind of bell the Pokemon was wearing before Bakugo had blown up.
Riot’s ears were perked up and began barking loudly. Bakugo looked over and began walking over.
“Found it shitty hair?”
Kirishima was looking around and said, “Well yes and no. I hear it but I don’t see it.”
They stood in silence for a few seconds before they heard the bell again, but this time it was followed by a soft meep.
The boys looked at each other and began to push the grass out of the way. The meeping was getting louder but they still couldn’t see the Pokemon. Kirishima felt like he was right on top of the Pokemon because the sound was so loud, but he still couldn’t see it. Then he came upon a patch of grass that was completely flat, as if something had been rolling around in it. Kirishima squinted, thinking. He gasped and turned to Bakugo who was beginning to rip the grass in frustration.
“Bakugo! The Pokemon is camouflaged! It’s green, it was rolling around in the grass!”
“Of fucking course! Fucking piece of shit, I’m gonna kill it if a Mightyena doesn’t get it!”, shouted Bakugo. He kept ripping the grass and shouting profanities.
Kirishima laughed loudly and bent over holding his knees. He smiled and sighed. It felt good to have a good laugh. Bakugo was defiant and abrasive but he was a cool guy. Standing back up Kirishima continued his search. He stood still and heard the bell to his right. He walking in that direction slowly and listened. He stepped on something soft and it made a startled sound.
“Meep!”
Kirishima gasped and took a step back. Looking down he could see two black eyes looking up at him. At first that was all he could see until he looked closer. He could see its black and yellow ears sticking out the side of its head, as well as its tail. The fur of it was completely green when it should have been white.
Kirishima reached for his styler slowly, mostly so he wouldn’t startle the Pokemon. He unclipped it from his belt and gripped it. He pointed the styler toward the ground and pushed the button on the bottom. The capture styler shot out and began to spin in front of the Mareep. It meeped loudly and began to run to the left. Kirishima moved his arm to the left, making the capture styler follow his movements. He moved the capture styler in front of the Pokemon, making the Pokemon stop and take a few steps back. Now was his chance to catch it. He began to circle his arm in medium size circles, making the capture styler move in circles around the Pokémon. The more circles Kirishima made the calmer the Pokemon got. Kirishima sped up his arm, making the capture styler go in rapid circles. Suddenly the styler dinged and the capture styler began glowing blue. Kirishima stopped and looked at the styler screen. It said that the capture was successful and to put the capture styler back in place to charge. He looked at the Pokemon who now seemed much calmer than before. He picked up the capture styler and put it back in place, causing the styler to turn off.
Clipping the styler back on to his belt, he pet the Pokemon gently. The Mareep meeped softly and leaned into his hand. Other than the Pokemon being dirty it seemed fine. Kirishima stood up straight and looked for Bakugo. He wasn’t standing to far from Kirishima so he decided to walk over. The Mareep was following behind Kirishima without a command, which was nice since Kirishima didn’t like being bossy. As he got closer, he could hear Bakugo arguing with someone but it didn’t look like there was anyone. Once he was close enough, he could see that Bakugo was holding Explosion at arm's length and was shouting at her. She didn’t seem to like it one bit because her flames were on full display and she was shouting back at him, in her own way.
“Your gonna set the grass on fire you little shit! Calm down now!”
“Quil!”
“Oh fuck you! You aren’t stupid. If you set the grass on fire, we will just find bones of the Pokemon!”
Explosion scrunched up her face in anger. Well it looked like anger until fire came barreling out of her mouth.
“QUUUIIIIILLLLL!”
Bakugo ducked to the side and pointed her in a different direction, narrowly missing her flames. Once the flames calmed down Bakugo was absolutely livid.
“Oi! I’m your ranger you flaming nugget! You can’t burn me like that! You need to listen to me Explosion!”
This seemed to greatly upset Explosion because her flames went out immediately. Tears gathered at the corner of her eyes and she sniffled a little.
“Quil...”
Bakugo sighed and held her close and was speaking to her softly. He was petting her as Kirishima walked up. He put his hand on Bakugo’s shoulder, startling him a bit. The scowl was back on his face and seemed about to snap at him when the Mareep decided to make its presence known. It nudged his leg and meeped up at him.
Bakugo looked down at the Pokemon and said, “So you got the little shit.”
Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck, blushing a bit, and said, “Yeah it was easy once I found her. She didn’t really try to run either.”
Bakugo grunted and began walking back to the woods, shouting over his shoulder, “Lets head back and drop her off.”
Kirishima followed behind and bumped his shoulder with his, asking, “Do you know the way back?”
“Of course I do you red haired idiot,” said Bakugo. He bumped his shoulder back.
Kirishima smiled and pulled Riot from his shoulder, holding him to his chest. He felt like this was a good sign that Bakugo and his friendship was blossoming.
~~~~~
“Minnie! Your home!” shouted the little girl as she ran down the steps of her home.
The Mareep jumped up and down and ran into the little girls’ arms. Her arms were too small to wrap all the way around her neck but she tried her best. The rolled on to the around and were making very happy noises. Bakugo walked up to the house were a woman was standing, Kirishima assumed it was the girl's mother. Bakugo began talking to her and she was nodding in agreement to whatever he had to say.
Kirishima crouched down next to the little girl and pet the Mareep. The little girl looked up at him and smiled at him.
“Thank you for bringing her back mister! I really missed her. She’s my best friend, huh Minnie?”
“Meep!”
“Kirishima! Get over here, we need your styler.”
Kirishima stood back up and walked over to Bakugo. He unclipped his styler and turned it on.
“You need to release the Pokemon and put in the system that the mission is complete,” said Bakugo. He crossed his arms and looked at the garden.
Looking at his screen, Kirishima could see that in fact it did say he had captured one Pokemon. Tapping it a pixelated version of Mareep popped up. Selecting the Pokemon it gave him the option of releasing the Pokemon or using it in an assist. He tapped the release button and the styler let out a little beep, then a screen popped up asking if the mission was complete. Kirishima tapped yes and the styler sent a mail emoji notifying him that the report was sent back to headquarters.
Kirishima jumped up and bumped his fist together. Riot jumped on his shoulder and howled loudly. They just officially completed their first mission! He turned to Bakugo and put his fist out. Bakugo glared at his fist then sighed and bumped it gently.
“We did it Bakugo! We are officially Rangers!”
“We are Rangers stupid. Now lets head back, I want some dinner. Have a decent day lady,” said Bakugo. He walked down the steps and out of the yard.
Kirishima bowed to the lady and said, “Sorry about him. Thank you so much for your time today. I hope you guys have a wonderful day. Please do not hesitate to call up the Rangers again if you need us.”
The woman smiled a bit and said, “Oh no thank you so much. The last time she got out it took the last batch of Rangers all day to find her. Please be safe Ranger Kirishima.”
Kirishima blushed and began to walk out of the yard. That was the first time someone had called him Ranger Kirishima, it made it sink in that he was living his dream. He had to jog to catch up to Bakugo, who was already walking down the path leading in the general direction of the Ranger Headquarters. Explosion was sitting on his shoulder, seeming to be dozing off.
Kirishima bit his lip and said, “I met Riot on the side of a dirt road by my house.”
Bakugo looked at him sideways but didn’t say anything. Kirishima would take that as a sign to continue.
“In my region Rockruff is a popular Pokemon with beginning trainers. Mostly because they are strong and easy to catch. But when they start getting older trainers abandon them because they tend to be too much for them to handle,” said Kirishima. He looked at Bakugo, who’s notorious scowl was even more prominent. Kirishima licked his lips and said, “So when I was walking home one day, I had spotted him digging through some trash. I had a sandwich my mom had made me for lunch, so I used it to bribe him into following me home.”
Kirishima smiled at the memory and said, “My moms where not super happy. Their Pokemon were older and they didn’t want to strain them with a young, hyper one. But I don’t think they could tell me no, mostly because I said it wasn’t manly to abandon him like the other people had. We became fast friends and got into so much trouble.”
“Sounds like you two now,” said Bakugo
Kirishima laughed and nodded, “Yeah, we really are a whirlwind of terror, huh?”
Riot licked his face and butted his head gently.
“But it kinda got to be too much for them. Riot was destroying everything. The couches, my mother’s, garden, and even the kitchen table was destroyed,” said Kirishima. He frowned and said, “They... wanted to get rid of him. I mean I understand why, just you know we were best friends. I had never had a Pokemon before and I loved him so much.”
Bakugo looked at him and said, “Well you guys are still together, so I guess that it worked out.”
“Oh, well that’s the best part of the story! My moms were gonna take him to the shelter but it was closed the day they tried to. So, he ended up staying an extra night with us,” said Kirishima. He kicked a rock on the ground and said, “That night a burglar had broken into the house. He came in through the sliding glass door on the porch, which is close to my room. Riot was sleeping on my bed and had started to bark, alerting my moms to the intruder. He had come into my room to tie me up, but Riot attacked him. He ended up ripping a good chunk into his leg before the man managed to shake him off. He actually threw him into the wall and broke his back leg. Thankfully it gave my moms enough time to get their Pokemon to help. My mom’s Alakazam and my mother’s Lurantis took him down pretty quickly.”
Bakugo looked at Kirishima with slightly wide eyes.
“Turns out the guy was there for me specifically. He was part of a child abduction thing and thought I was an easy target because he thought I didn’t have a Pokemon,” said Kirishima. He rubbed Riots side and said, “We rushed him to the Pokemon Center and they took care of him. He was in the hospital for a few days but was right as rain. My moms felt terrible for considering getting rid of him after that and demanded that he stay with us. So, we have been together since and that was eight years ago now.”
Kirishima put his hands in his pockets and pulled out his phone. He actually had a picture from Riot being in the hospital. He scrolled through his phone, looking for the picture. Once he found it, he handed the phone to Bakugo. The picture was a selfie of Kirishima and Riot together on a small hospital bead. The cast on Riots back left leg was a bright red color and had Kirishima’s signature on it. Both of them looked very happy.
Bakugo handed the phone back and said, “You look the same, but your hair got shittier somehow.”
Kirishima laughed and rubbed his neck. The insult was starting to grow a bit on him.
~~~~~~~
Sitting on his bed, Kirishima took his socks off. They had gotten back about an hour ago and had dinner. They didn’t see anyone during dinner so it was pretty uneventful, unlike lunch.
Kirishima sighed and laid back on his bed. He had taken off Riot’s jacket and cleaned some mud off his paws. He was passed out on Kirishima’s pillows, snoring softly. Kirishima sighed and figured he needed to take a shower, but the bed felt so comfy. Sitting up, he looked over at Bakugo’s bed.
Bakugo was already dressed in his pajamas, which consisted of a black tank top and black shorts. The shorts hugged Bakugo’s ass in just the right way. Kirishima blushed bright red, being surprised at his train of thought. He couldn’t be thinking of his partner in that way, especially since they were going to be together a lot. They shared a room for crying out loud!
Bakugo was reading a book and was paying no mind to Kirishima. Explosion was curled up in his lap, most likely asleep as well.
Kirishima decided he was just going to sleep, rather than try to unpack some boxes. He slipped off his jacket and shorts first. He set them on a chair that was at the foot of the bed. He took his shirt off and opened a box that was full of his comfy clothes. Pulling out an old t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts, he put them on. He stretched his arms over his head and yawned loudly.
“Shut up.”
Kirishima crawled into bed, careful not to wake Riot. “Well I’m going to bed any ways so you will get your wish.”
Bakugo moved Explosion next to him and turned off the lamp on his bed side. The room was plunged into darkness and it was very quiet. Kirishima could feel himself being lulled into blissful sleep.
“You’re a good guy for taking Riot in like that.”
Kirishima turned his head to look at Bakugo, but he couldn’t see him in the darkness. “Well, I try I suppose.”
“No, really I mean it. I hate trainers who give up their Pokemon like that. Saying they are hard to train is no excuse. Just means the trainer is weak.”
“Well Riot is a handful but we love each other, so it worked out well for us.”
They were silent for a while, until Kirishima remembered something Murphy had said earlier.
“Hey, Bakugo?”
“Hm.”
“Something Murphy said earlier is bugging me a bit,” Kirishima said. “He said something about your dad, but you said he wasn’t. What’s up with that?”
Bakugo was very quiet at that. Kirishima thought he wouldn’t say anything.
“It’s a long story. Go to bed shitty hair.”
Kirishima rolled over, facing the wall. It was clearly a sore subject for Bakugo. Whatever it was could wait until they became more comfortable with each other. Or at least that’s what he hoped for.