Some Kirishima backstory in the middle. (Chapter title is an allusion to my other KiriBaku fic lol)


It has been about four months ever since Kirishima was assigned to Bakugou, and the changes exhibited by the blonde were astonishing to say the least, and it was all in a few months time. They've been through a lot of patrols and skirmishes together, they've eaten at Cafe Redemption a number of times, and during patrols and their free time, they'd talk about each other; Bakugou was more reserved with his personal life towards Kirishima, so the redhead wasn't able to catch much about him, but he knew enough to know how to act without pissing off the blonde and how to act to let the blonde let his guard down around him.

The changes were definitely eye-opening; for one, instead of lashing out at Midoriya like he always does, he just ignores him and goes past him without a thought. There were also times when Bakugou would get really pissed off, and a simple touch from Kirishima would make him calm down to an extent. Then there are times when Kaminari would see Bakugou smiling alongside Kirishima, which was the definite eye-opener for everyone.

In short, the two got closer over time.

"I swear to what-the-fuck-ever that I've practically memorized what you ALWAYs order here!"

Bakugou and Kirishima were currently ordering at the Clucking Bell in Rockford Hills at around 5pm; they would go here almost all the time if Kirishima didn't stock up on food back home, and when Bakugou just wanted to eat fast. Today was one of those days, and Kirishima was about to order at the counter as the previous customer, some fat guy with a walking cane, moved off to the side so the two officers can order; said fat guy seemed to be cautious around the officers. Kirishima then ordered.

"Hmm.. Soo, I'll have-"

"-two number nines.."

Bakugou interrupted Kirishima before he could finish. The redhead grinned, and his expression towards Bakugou read "I challenge you", to see if the blonde really had his order memorized.

"A number nine-"

"-large.."

"A number six-"

"-with extra dip.."

"A number-"

"-seven..."

"Two number-"

"-forty-fives..."

"One with-"

"-cheese..."

"And a large-"

"-soda."

As Bakugou finished finishing Kirishima's sentences, the redhead started to snicker uncontrollably to the point that he even had to cover his mouth and clutch at his stomach to control his laughter; the cashier sighed. Bakugou rolled his eyes at him and pushed him aside to lay out his own order. "Number nine and regular soda." Bakugou stated to the cashier, then he payed the total.

As the cashier gave Bakugou his change, the blonde grabbed the number stand given to him and went to Kirishima, who was seated on one of the nearby tables; said redhead was wiping at his eyes for loose tears of joy. He sighed at the redhead's constant flux of "happy energy".

"See? I told you I remember every single damn thing." Kirishima's laughter was still there, but it didn't hold that much energy anymore since he was laughing for about minutes straight. "Yeah! That's what's so funny!" the redhead blurted out as the continued to hold in his laughter.

Once their order arrived, they wolfed it down in record time since they hadn't eaten lunch, and they took with them whatever leftovers they had. Once they got back to their Interceptor, with Kirishima at the driver's seat, they started eating their leftover fries.

"Hey Bakugou? You've heard of the recent assassination, right?" Kirishima asked as he bit on a french fry. "Of course I have. They killed some old, Russian nerd." Bakugou bit off a chunk of his chicken burger. "Rashavsky? Roshkoshvskay? Osh-kosh b'gosh something-something.." Kirishima trailed off in annoyance, unable to spell out the name correctly.

"It's Rashkovsky, you idiot, and that's the guy in prison. The dead prick is Dima Popov, some scientist know-it-all.." Bakugou corrected the redhead, who responded with some sheepish laughter. "Alright, alright. So like, they're saying that his killers have something to do with Rash-whatchamacallit. They're saying those guys are hired guns, or some Villain Alliance guys." Kirishima stated as he read through his report book. Bakugou huffed. "It's not the Russians then, great. No World War 3 yet."

Kirishima closed his report book and threw it to the back seat, chuckling. "I can't really tell if you're serious or sarcastic, Bakugou. It makes me nervous sometimes.." the blonde pinched the bridge of his nose in response, and sighed. "It depends, alright? Now let's get going before we caught in the fucking traffic." Kirishima hummed, and started the Interceptor, putting it in drive as they drove down Las Lagunas Boulevard.


After parking the Interceptor at Kortz, then bathing and redressing themselves to their casual attire, the two met up in the lobby. Kirishima waved at Bakugou like he usually does, and the blonde nodded at him as he approached the redhead. They walked out of the lobby together, heading for the parking lot. From the reception desk, Kaminari and Todoroki observed the two exit the lobby.

On their way to their respective vehicles, Bakugou tapped at Kirishima before they parted. "There's a meeting tomorrow at the Department. Don't be late." Bakugou then waved at Kirishima as he walked to his black Zion, with said car chirping as the blonde unlocked it. "Ah, right! Thanks for the reminder, man!" Kirishima waved back at Bakugou, who pulled out of the parking slot and shot the redhead a glance before driving down the road. Kirishima then got in his own car, a red Sadler pickup, started it, and drove off to his apartment at Spanish Avenue.


The following day, Kirishima woke up to the sound of his alarm beeping like mad. Trying to shut it up and wanting to go back to sleep, he accidentally activated his quirk and smashed the poor clock to bits. On realizing what he just did, he sat up on his bed and looked at his wrecked clock in horror.

Man, I don't have enough money for a new one..

Kirishima stood up from his bed and yawned, stretching his arms in the process. He stood up, and looked out of his window as the afternoon sun baked Los Santos, watching the traffic below drive by and the people go about in their everyday lives; the same white Buffalo S he keeps on seeing never fails to take his attention, though.

Kirishima shuffled to his closet and brought out some clothes to wear for the day, some shorts and a sleeveless hoodie. After putting them on, along with some rubber shoes, he looked at his mail, mostly bills, that're stacked all over his dining table. He went past them for the fridge, hoping there's still something in it. Opening it, all he found was the last of his microwaveable meals. "Great.." he grumbled.

After shoving the meal into the microwave and letting it cook, Kirishima sat down on a chair beside the dining table and started shifting through his mail.

"Fleeca.. Shark.. Maze.. VIG.. Albany.. San Andreas Electric.. San Andreas Water.. Mom?"

He tossed away the other letters and opened the one from his mother. In it was about $500 dollars and a letter from his mother;


Dear Eijirou,

Life is alright back here in Alderney, but it's still a cesspool of a city like Los Santos. The police haven't fixed the mafia problem there I presume, since your father's killer still hasn't been caught. Well, if you involved yourself with the mafia, what else could you expect? Anyway, I moved again to a small house in Westdyke, and it's rather calm here compared to Leftwood. Have the banks been pestering you again? I can only do so much with your father's debt, I'm sorry son.

I just hope your life in Los Santos is better now, and that you're getting better treatment as an officer of the law. Maybe you'll move to San Fierro once this blows over? They're more accepting with gay people, sweetie. Perhaps you'll find your "special someone" there too.

Anyway, I just hope you're doing well, and that the money here can help in some way. I would've sent this to your bank account but the wretched banks closed all of mine, so I hope this letter reaches you soon.

Love, mom.


Kirishima was all-out crying by the time he has finished reading the letter. He hasn't heard from his mother in months, and it was such a relief to receive the money from her also. The Kirishimas have been in debt with the banks for some time now due to some loaning and financial problems. It was rather severe to the point that Kirishima's father made some dealings with the local mafia, which led to his fate.

After convincing his mother to move to Alderney and to sell their house in East Los Santos, Kirishima went and bought his current apartment at a discounted price after doing some odd jobs for the landlord, and the pickup was a lucky buy; some guy just wanted it gone, fast, so Kirishima took it. But now, Kirishima wonders, was being in Yuuei a good thing?

The pay is good, so there's that. But what if I die, and mom will be left with no one? No one to help her pay? I can't find dad's killer when I'm dead too!

!

C'mon Eijirou! Don't think like that! All of these stupid bank shit will be dealt with soon! That damn mafia will pay! And you won't die! Not if your quirk can help it!

Kirishima was suddenly yanked out of his thoughts by some violent knocks on his door; the redhead wasn't expecting any visitors so he was definitely surprised. He went to the door and opened it, finding spiky blonde hair and red eyes on the other side.

"You were supposed to be in the meeting minutes ago, idiot! What's taking you so long?! All Might even told me to get your sorry ass!" It was Bakugou. "I'm sorry, man. I'll get going now. Just give me a few minutes." Kirishima apologized.

Bakugou, however, noticed Kirishima's sad look and the red on his eyes, and it wasn't his irises. Before Kirishima could close the door, Bakugou jammed his foot in the doorframe. "Something's up with you. I can tell." Bakugou scrutinized Kirishima, who flinched at the gaze being directed at him. "That's just you man, I'm fine.." Kirishima sniffled, which gave him away. On hearing that, Bakugou stormed inside Kirishima's apartment and looked around, ignoring the redhead's protests. "How about you fucking tell what's wrong, huh? Having you cry in the meeting is not gonna help anyone!"

Kirishima did not want to tell Bakugou his problems, fearing he'll just be more of a burden to the blonde. Kirishima gripped at Bakugou's shoulder, keeping the blonde from going to the letter on the table which seemed to have piqued his curiousity."It's nothing big, alright? Just go, please." the redhead pleaded. Bakugou never wanted to see Kirishima's sad face again since it stirred something upsetting inside him, just like that incident with him at the Great Ocean Highway.

"I'm not leaving until you tell me." Bakugou crossed his arms and stood before Kirishima, who let out a few tears. "I-It's just a stupid thing. It won't last." When Kirishima looked up to Bakugou, he found the blonde scrutinizing his mail, most of which were bank bills.

"You're in debt, and you're out of money?" Kirishima nodded sheepishly as he looked away from the blonde. "It's a family thing..."

Bakugou gripped at Kirishima's shoulders, then the redhead looked at him with depressed eyes, as if he was begging for help. Then out of impulse, Bakugou pulled him in for a hug and patted him on the back repeatedly. "I can help you pay that shit off."

Kirishima went eyes-wide at that. "W-what? No, please. I don't want to burden you with my problems-"

"Remember what I said at the cafe back then? 'It's my money and I want to spend it on you. Key word: WANT'." Bakugou cut him off. Kirishima stayed silent at that. "You deserve it, alright? Someone like you-! Does not-! Deserve this shit!" Bakugou was trying to restrain his anger from the redhead's secret-keeping. "You were all 'tell me your problems' and being 'mister-nice-guy' yet here you are, always telling me you're fine with that stupid smile on your face, when in reality, you have this shit to deal with!" Bakugou had already released himself from their hug and was practically screaming at and shaking Kirishima by this point. The redhead stayed silent.

Taking a few deep breaths, Bakugou calmed himself down and grabbed Kirishima's shoulders. "What? You want me to tell you my problems but you don't want to tell yours to me? That's fucking one-sided, don't you think?" the blonde's stare towards Kirishima intensified, making the redhead flinch a little. "Look man, I like helping people, but I can't help them if I keep on telling them my problems! It'll complicate things, and I don't need that!"

Bakugou let out a long sigh and grunted. "Then tell only me. Just. Me. How about that?" the blonde's stare lessened in intensity, and looked more pleading than threatening. With that sight, Kirishima caved in. After humming in relief, Kirishima sat down on one of the dining chairs and told Bakugou to do so on the others. There, the redhead started telling the blonde about his whole predicament.

Kirishima started with the banks. The recent economic downturn took out a lot of the family's savings from the banks, so they were forced to loan more than what they can pay out of desperation but ironically, from the very same banks that lost their money. When they were getting too desperate, his father turned to the local mafia, doing jobs and loaning from sharks to get some money. It was during one night when he saw the news report of his father found dead in an alley in East Los Santos that triggered him to become a cop.

Kirishima liked helping people, and he liked some combat too, and that's when he saw Yuuei's recruitment page on the internet. After promising to his mother that he'll be an officer and that he'll take down the mafia, he left to apply, which had him land in the Los Santos Police Academy and eventually, Yuuei; their pay grade was also above average, so Kirishima figured it was a win-win situation.

"I just want to get my dad's killer.. I mean, the banks can be payed off overtime but this?" Kirishima let out an angry sigh. "What did those stupid idiots think to accomplish by killing my dad? As if a dead man can pay his debts, those stupid bastards.." Kirishima gritted his teeth and was tugging at his hair angrily as he tried to restrain a screech from coming out of his mouth.

Bakugou was definitely surprised, and for once, he felt like he truly gave a shit. Then he heard Kirisihima's soft sniffles from across the table. And so, on his own accord, he went up to the redhead and gave him a comforting hug. Kirishima wasn't expect the hug, so his sobs were cut short and he reciprocated, finding the touch soothing. Once the two seperated from the hug, Kirishima's eyes were reddened from the tears, but he was slightly smiling, and Bakugou was pleased with himself that he had this effect on the redhead, that he can make his tears just stop, and that he can make him smile.

Yep. That sounded so fucking gay.

"I'll help you with the banks AND those fuckers, got that? With Yuuei, those fuckmunches are as good as dead." Bakugou reassured Kirishima, referring to the mafia with the latter part. Once the redhead was finished wiping his tears away, he looked up at the blonde, and beamed; his smile was so bright it blinded Bakugou.

"Just.. don't take the bulk of the bills, alright? It's still my problem." Kirishima stood up and gave Bakugou a chaste hug, then grabbing his duffel bag that sat on the floor. "Fine, yeah. I'll be downstairs." And after fixing his clothes, Bakugou exited the apartment and went to his car.

After preparing for about two minutes, Kirishima exited his apartment and locked its door, then going to Bakugou's black Zion which was parked beside his Sadler. He entered the passenger's side, then he threw his bag to the back of the car.

"Bakugou.. I'm lucky to have you." Kirishima stated to the blonde as he started the car and reversed out of the spot. Bakugou gave a quick nod to the redhead as he drove down Spanish Avenue, and towards Yuuei Headquarters, Kortz.

Likewise, shitty hair.


What do you think? The Prison Break's next BTW!