Kirishima didn't know what he was dealing with. Granted, he didn't know what he was dealing with when he had saved the human in the first place, but he was really at a loss now. In front of him stood the human, wound on the side of his head still bleeding sluggishly, and behind him was Kaminari, frantically whispering things to him and tugging on his shirt. The combination of the human's glare stabbing into his face and his friend's hurried words were damn near close to sending Kirishima into a panic attack. The need to be rational in the situation, despite the unease he was so desperately trying to swallow down, took precedence in his mind.

"We should talk…" he decided quietly, resisting the need to cringe at his own voice. The scowl on the human's face increased momentarily, a snarl tugging at his lips, but the expression softened into something less hostile. He was considering the suggestion. That was a good sign. Maybe?

"Not while he's here."

"Why not!?" Kaminari squawked and Kirishima protectively pushed him back further when the human's attention shifted away from him.

"Because he didn't fucking tase me, asshole!" Kirishima tilted his head to the side to look at his friend over his shoulder, fixing him with a look that he hoped conveyed that fighting with the human wasn't about to help the situation. He glanced back to the human and deemed it safe enough to turn around so he could face Kaminari properly.

"Denki… It's fine," his voice was lower and sounded more convincing than he felt. "We're just going to talk. That's it. You can come barging back in here if you don't hear from us in ten minutes." Kaminari's focus was back on the human and it was only pried away when Kirishima gave his shoulder a light shake. "Okay?" Kaminari wasn't swayed, that much was obvious, but his shoulders slumped in defeat. It wasn't like they had a less violent option and given the circumstances, it didn't look like luck would be on their side. As much as he didn't want to leave Kirishima in the room with the potentially murderous human, he didn't have much of a choice.

"Ten minutes," he repeated and Kirishima nodded. "And I'm standing outside the door." Kirishima opened his mouth to reply, but the human beat him to it.

"Just fucking go already!" Kirishima could tell that his friend was about to throw all sense of self-preservation out the window and quip a remark, so he squeezed his shoulder and shook his head in warning. It took a moment, but Kaminari gradually blew out an exasperated sigh. He looked Kirishima in the eyes once more and, after a firm nod from the redhead, he tossed his hands up into the air, giving up on the conversation, and walked out of the room.

Watching the door swish shut, Kirishima felt a prickle of unease cross over his body; one that made the hair on the nape of his neck stand up. Even with his back to the human, he knew he was being watched. He could feel the eyes staring into him. That wasn't a new trait of the human's, but the staring from before was one of mistrust. The staring now felt like he'd be dead if he made one wrong move. Kirishima admonished himself for having thought he was making some pretty impressive breakthroughs with the human and now felt a pang of roiling guilt inside of him for being so foolishly optimistic.

Sucking in a nervous breath, Kirishima straightened his back and turned around. The two sat in a tense silence just staring at each other and Kirishima analyzed everything he was doing - how he stood, his expression, even his breathing - to ensure that he wasn't coming across as a threat. The human too was analyzing him, it would seem. The red eyes were still narrowed into a glare but were gradually pulled away from his face and began assessing every inch of him from head to toe. He felt a little exposed and significantly self-conscious under the human's scrutiny. Their eyes met again and the human relaxed a little, resting back against the counter in a more casual fashion. He was still on guard, Kirishima noted, but not ready to attack.

Unsure if he should be the one to speak first, Kirishima remained quiet although the silence was killing him. He broke when the human wiped the back of his hand across his temple with an annoyed sound, his hand coming back red and bloodied. "We should stitch that back up." Kirishima stepped forward without thinking and grabbed some cloths and the suture kit sitting on a nearby table. He realized his mistake when the human stepped forward as well, looking like all of the tension had slammed back into his body in one go. "Shit! Or you can!" Kirishima corrected and held out a cloth in his shaking hand. Not the least bit manly, but he really did feel as though he had been locked in a cage with a feral animal so he'd cut himself some slack. The human scowled when the threat that he anticipated didn't come to fruition and he snatched the cloth from Kirishima's hand to press it to his wound. He reached forward with his other hand and gestured for the suture kit which Kirishima hurriedly gave to him. Just stay on his good side, he thought, You just want to help him. Everyone liked to know that someone had their back, right?

"Your ship's a piece of shit." The words were so casual that Kirishima wanted to laugh, but he didn't. He didn't know how to respond either, so he remained quiet which evidently annoyed the human more. "You said we should fuckin' talk, so start talking!"

"Oh! Uh..." Kirishima began unsurely and he ran his fingers through his hair. All of the questions he had before completely vacated his brain and left him empty-handed. "You can speak."

Wow. Way to state the obvious.

"No shit, of course I can fucking speak. I was talking to you earlier!" Kirishima frowned. Okay, he didn't need that rude of a response.

"Universal, I mean," he clarified, "Could you understand me the whole time?" A cold sweat washed over him as he wracked his brain trying to remember if he had said anything mortifyingly embarrassing. The situation was definitely more serious than him saying something cringy in front of the human, but he couldn't shake the idea of it. If he was going to be nervous in his current situation, he supposed there was no harm in being nervous about everything else as well.

"No," the human's voice cut through his thoughts. If Kirishima didn't know any better, he would've said that it was the human who looked more embarrassed, like he was ashamed to admit that he didn't understand. While the expression was better than a resting murder face, he had to fight the urge to assure the human that it wasn't a big deal. How would a human be expected to know Universal, anyway? There was nothing to be ashamed about, as far as Kirishima was concerned. The changed expression was fleeting, however, and the attitude returned. "And you suck ass at charades."

"Charades?" The human blinked at him and sighed, spitting out a curse in what Kirishima only assumed was him diverting back to his own language.

"Nevermind. This translates." He jerked his head to the left, indicating that he was referring to the tech that was currently being smothered by the cloth. The human pulled the cloth away to look at how saturated it was and cast a hesitant glance in Kirishima's direction. He looked frustrated with himself, like he was having conflicting emotions, and placed the suture kit on the counter. He turned his back to Kirishima to open it up and view the contents, and Kirishima made sure to remain rooted to his spot so the human didn't regret going against his better judgement. "You're going to take me to wherever you're going and then we'll part ways."

Now he had questions. "Where will you go?" The human paused and looked back to Kirishima with a puzzled expression.

"Why does it matter to you?" Kirishima shrugged. He supposed it didn't really matter to him, but he had promised that he would help the human in any way he could and sending him out into the universe without knowing if he'd even be okay didn't sit right with him.

"Well… Like… Do you have a ship? How will you make money? Do you even know what to eat?" The human let out a scoff and turned back to the kit, threading one of the needles and dumping a healthy amount of disinfectant on it. The lack of answers worried Kirishima even more. There was no plan beyond fleeing. "Do you know if you can survive in our atmosphere? Can you even breathe our air?"

"Are you calling me an idiot?" The glare was back and Kirishima swallowed as he held his hands up defensively.

"No! It's just…" He had to carefully say what he wanted to and took a moment to consider his wording. "Okay, maybe we don't have to go back to Earth right now—"

"Ever."

"But the universe isn't just something you can blindly traverse and expect to live!" It really wasn't. Kirishima had lived his whole life knowing that he had free range of the universe. His home planet had been exposed to it for hundreds of years by the time Kirishima was born, so living with the knowledge that stuff existed beyond his little world was commonplace. Even with said knowledge, even growing up in a world in which he knew he could take off and visit other planets on a whim, he had to be careful. The universe was a melting pot of quite literally everything and, while it had some pretty amazing things to offer, it had an unnervingly high risk of being deadly if one didn't know what they were doing. It was as vast as it was dangerous. Kirishima truly didn't take the human as an idiot, but he also didn't think he knew the actual gravity of his situation. Earth didn't have the same luxury as his planet did. Though humans were aware that they weren't alone in space, it did them little good on the experience front if they never ventured out.

"I expect to get as far away from Earth as possible. Where I end up and how I get there doesn't fucking matter," the human hissed stubbornly. He had turned away from Kirishima again and was now looking around the room with the needle pinched between his fingers. He eyed himself in a few reflective surfaces and settled on the metal door of one of the cabinets after doing a half-assed job of polishing it with a cloth. He raised the needle to his wound and - God, was he seriously going to stitch himself back up? Kirishima's stomach flipped at the idea, imagining if he had to do that to himself, and swallowed back the offer to help.

"Why don't you want to go back?" he asked, relieved when the human's hand hesitated and they caught eyes in the slightly distorted reflection.

"That is really none of your fucking business." The human raised the needle again. "You're just going to do as you're told; dump me off at whatever rock you're returning to and we will never see each other again." Okay, Kirishima didn't need the human's whole life story and, yeah, it most definitely wasn't his business. He still wanted to help, even if that did mean allowing the human to run off to almost certain death if that was what he truly wanted, but he needed to know more. He needed to know something about the situation in order to get the human out of it.

"Are you a criminal?" The human whipped around that time, pointing the needle in Kirishima's direction menacingly. The scowl on his face deepened, as though Kirishima had hit a nerve.

"I'm not a fucking criminal," he spat. The needle was certainly a lot less threatening than the scalpel still lying on the ground, so Kirishima narrowed his eyes at the response and took a chance.

"Then why were you handcuffed?" he asked, his heart skittering a little too quickly behind his ribs for comfort, but he mustered up the courage and pressed more. "Why should I harbour a fugitive? Why shouldn't I contact the Federation?"

Now the human snarled. "Do not start making threats you can't keep." His voice was low and gravelly, but so far Kirishima was banking on the whole 'all bark, no bite' vibe he was getting from the human. He most definitely ignored when the human first woke up and lunged at him not once, but twice.

"You would've killed us as soon as you met us if you didn't need us, so maybe you should start talking." There was a falter in the glare, but only momentarily.

"My shit was broken." Kirishima shrugged his shoulders and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Then you would have killed us as soon as you fixed it." The human's mouth opened and closed a few times as he struggled with a retort, finally clamping it shut into a firm line. He allowed the hand holding the needle to drop to his side and he regarded Kirishima with a slightly less hostile gaze.

"Why do you care ?" he asked, voice still low, but he seemed hesitant. "What do you have to gain from this?" Kirishima was faintly offended at the notion that he was doing this due to some hidden agenda. He couldn't really blame the human for being suspicious, of course, but he didn't think he'd be met with so much resistance, especially when the human was so obviously out of his element.

"I…" Would he even believe his answer? Kirishima guessed that he had been an open book the entire time and had no reason to stop now, whether or not the human believed him. He wanted to be as transparent as possible, even if it sounded too good to be true. "Nothing… I guess."

"Then why help?"

"Because you were alone...?" Kirishima began unsurely but nodded his head to himself when he settled on an answer. "You were alone and injured on a planet so far from your own. I'd want someone to help me if I were in your situation." The human still didn't look like he believed him, like he couldn't wrap his mind around someone doing anything for him just because they wanted to. That thought gripped at Kirishima's heart and he felt bad, even if the situation in his head was merely hypothetical.

"Look," he began, pulling a stool away from the wall and sitting down in it. "Meeting a human is kind of a big deal. Other than a few random sightings and whatever visits happen with the Federation, we're not supposed to have contact with you guys. You'd essentially be a myth to everyone if it weren't for the fact that we have overwhelming evidence that your planet exists."

"Great. I'm like a unicorn, that's why you came to my rescue."

Not knowing what a unicorn was, but not liking the insulted tone of the human's voice, Kirishima backtracked. "No! No, I'm just saying that I know I've probably been a little overenthusiastic about meeting you. I don't think you're a novelty; I would've helped anyone on that planet. It's what you do. It's what everyone is supposed to do, that is." Kirishima felt like he was talking in circles and the human was making no effort to stop his rambling. He only stared impassively, which made Kirishima anxiously talk more.

"You're right, though. None of this is my business - where you come from isn't my business, how you got there isn't my business. It was my choice to help you. You don't deserve to be interrogated when you didn't ask for this, it's just…" Kirishima let out a soft chuckle and rubbed at the back of his neck almost shyly. "Dude, we have been taught so much about you, but know nothing about you. You've guys always been such a taboo topic, you know? This stubborn little planet that absolutely hates every single one of us out here, but then I find you on a literally uninhabited planet! It's crazy! This isn't what you expect to find when you go to work, you know what I mean?"

The human bit the inside of his cheek when Kirishima stopped talking and squinted, pondering his words. After a few seconds, he sighed and shook his head, turning back to his reflection to plunge the needle through his skin with hardly a wince. Kirishima wasn't sure if he should be repulsed or impressed.

"You'll help me, just like that?" the human inquired, pulling the thread taut before weaving the needle back through the skin. Kirishima nodded without a second thought. He would. "What if I am a fugitive?"

Kirishima's response was instantaneous, "Are you?" The human quirked an eyebrow up and turned enough to cast a look over his shoulder.

"I told you I'm not."

"Then you're not." The human made a disgruntled noise and turned around to look at him with the most bewildered expression that Kirishima only acknowledged with a smile.

"What if I'm lying?" The smile fell from Kirishima's face and was replaced by something more serious.

"Are you?" The human huffed out a sound that almost - almost - sounded like a laugh and Kirishima just barely caught the beginning of a smirk before he returned to stitching up his wound.

"Are you fucking serious right now? Bitching to me about how I'm going to wind up dead and you're the one picking up strangers, a big bad human no less, and blindly helping them like a dumbass." Kirishima should've been offended, but he was too hung up on the laugh and the smirk. The human fucking smirked. The human found amusement in Kirishima, no matter how sardonic it was. The human could express more than a sneer! "You do realize I'm just going to be using you, right?"

"Well," he ventured, smiling again, not at all bothered by the comment, "It's not really using if I'm offering my help." He could see the human still his hand yet again and dip his head once in a small nod as though Kirishima made a fair point. "I'm Kirishima, by the way."

"Didn't ask." He ignored him.

"Well, Eijirou, but everyone just calls me Kirishima. You can, too." The human let out a noncommittal hum as he tied the last stitch into a knot, snipping the loose thread with the nearby medical scissors. Kirishima waited expectantly and watched the human apply some more disinfectant to the wound before covering it with a fresh bandage. The red eyes caught his in the reflection again and he grinned.

"What?"

"Okay, well, usually when someone introduces thems—"

"Oh, my god," the human ground out, pinching the bridge of his nose. He spun around and looked at Kirishima with the most irritated expression he had. "I know how introductions work."

"Great. So, I'm Kirishima and you are…" he waved his hand in front of him, urging the human to continue. The human just stared, the irritation growing, and Kirishima let his hand drop into his lap with a frown. "Well, you can give me your name - a name - or I'm just going to have to pick one for you." The human's chest rose, taking in a steadying breath through his nose and letting it back out as an explosive sigh; a calming technique Kirishima was sure did not work.

He opened his mouth and looked like he was going to say something else before settling on, "Bakugou."

"Bakugou," Kirishima repeated.

"Yep," Bakugou responded, popping the 'P' which only brought the obnoxious grin back to Kirishima's face.

"It's nice to meet you, Bakugou. Properly, I mean." Bakugou snorted at the introduction and busied himself with his reflection again, trying to wipe off the blood that had dried to the side of his face. Bakugou. "I like that name," Kirishima announced, chuckling when Bakugou immediately pulled a face at the compliment. If he didn't know any better, Kirishima would've swore he saw Bakugou's cheeks become dusted with a tinge of pink.

"Shut up." Bakugou ducked his head and scrubbed at it more violently with the cloth. "Go get your friend before he short-circuits."