Kirishima didn't know where he was. One second he was walking through that creepy underworld forest and the next he was waking up in bed. He faintly remembered falling asleep almost immediately on arrival because of how drained he felt so he should've been at the shrine, but he was almost positive that no room like this existed.
It almost seemed… to sparkle. It was peaceful, the light twittering of birds singing to the morning sun. There was a simple chest of drawers, a changing screen, and some small tables placed neatly around the room. The walls and floors were solid and clean. There was even a nice scent in the air as he noticed some incense burning in the corner.
Clearly, he must have teleported to another dimension.
"Mina? Sero?" Kirishima crawled over to the door, peaking out. The floors outside had also been cleaned and the once peeling paper doors now looked brand new. There was no leaking roof or damp wood in sight. The shrine had been completely flipped.
"Kirishima!" Two small weights jumped onto his back, sending him to the ground. "Good morning!"
"Morning!" Kirishima glanced at the cheerful sprites who grinned from his backside. "Where exactly are we? What happened to the shrine? And you finally called me just Kirishima!"
"Well we did agree that we would call you that if you decided to stay as the land god. We're at the shrine of course." Mina said with a giggle.
"Do you like your room? Master Bakugou fixed it up for you so you'll be more comfortable." Sero said.
"Bakugou did?" Kirishima said. He did all this in a single night? How was that even possible? And why? At the same time, Kirishima felt his face warm up.
That's right. He'd forced Bakugou into becoming his familiar last night. The circumstances had been complicated and such and it had all happened so fast, he'd barely had time to process any of it. It had been one hell of a roller coaster, that was for sure.
"Where is he right now?" Kirishima said.
Sero pointed.
"He's right next to you."
Robotic-like, Kirishima's head jerked to the right where he abruptly lay eyes upon the sizzling demon in question. And Bakugou was fuming. He was staring straight ahead, but Kirishima could see it all over his twisted face and in the rigidity of his body. Not to mention the literal heat wave that had begun to emanate from him which was strange as Kirishima found himself working up a cold sweat.
"Um," Kirishima said smartly. "Bakugou?"
At his name, Bakugou sharply exhaled. Kirishima tensed, prepared for whatever fate awaited him, but the last thing he expected was the neutral expression he gave him instead.
"Morning, Shitty Hair. Hope you didn't mind me fixing up your room. There should be everything you need, and if there's something you're missing tell me. Starting today, I'm your familiar." Bakugou turned to properly face him. "And as your familiar, it's my job to stay by your side and attend to you. If you ask me to do something, I'll do it no matter what."
Kirishima didn't know what to say. He shook the sprites off, sitting up slowly. Gradually, he began to smile.
"Wow. To be honest, this was the last thing I expected. Although you still called me Shitty Hair… but we can work on that." Kirishima brightened. "You know, I thought you'd actually be super mad."
"Oh yeah? Mad?" Bakugou lifted a hand as if to hide a chuckle.
"Yeah! Sorry, guess I misjudged you. Hey before anything else, I wanted to say sorry about that fight yesterday and then making you my familiar so suddenly. But it all turned out okay, right? I guess this kind of ties us together for the time being so I'll be in your care a little longer. But I have to say, I'm relieved- "Kirishima had been in the middle of a good ramble but was nearly blown away when Bakugou's fist crashed into one of the shrine's walls, nearly lighting it on fire.
"TRY MORE LIKE FUCKING PISSED THE HELL OFF!" Bakugou exploded. Kirishima and the sprites immediately scooted back to avoid the fire that was bursting from his palms.
"I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN." Bakugou was stomping up and down the hall now as bursts of fire shot out of his hands, mirroring his rage. "Someone as fucking famous as ME has to be the familiar of a shitty-haired human like YOU! I don't fucking know how it came to this, but don't get me wrong,"
He trudged back to Kirishima, jabbing a finger in his face. "It can't be helped now. I'm your familiar. But I'm the best fucking familiar there is, and there's no way I'd serve someone who was any less. So, prepare yourself Shitty Hair. I'm going to fucking make you into the best goddamn god there ever fucking was. Now move your shitty ass, we've got work to do."
Bakugou didn't actually give him a chance to move at all before he had grabbed and started dragging him down the hall.
Kirishima didn't really try to fight him. Instead, a small smile twitched across his face. Despite the firework-like display, the fact that Bakugou was so dedicated to his duty was a little inspiring. He had a point after all, though there were definitely other ways he could've said it (Kirishima was getting the idea that maybe he just shouldn't expect that anyways). He really didn't know anything about being a god, and he had practically sealed the deal into it by making Bakugou his familiar so if he was going to live here as the land god, he wanted to try to do a good job of it at least. And it wouldn't hurt to try to become friends with him while he was at it.
When the vampire was chasing him, there had been nothing certain when he called Bakugou to come help him. If he had really hated him, he probably wouldn't have come at all. So, at least he couldn't be a totally awful guy.
The more he thought through everything, the more pumped he got. Hell yeah! He would be the best human god ever! Or at least he'd do his best!
"Master Bakugou, don't drag around Kirishima like that!" Sero fumed after him, but Kirishima could see Mina giggling and gave her a helpless thumbs-up.
"How many years have I been telling you shits to lose that 'master' crap and yet after he asks the first time, you listen to him?" Bakugou said.
"We don't have to listen to you!" Mina stuck her tongue out at him, though she immediately went to hover out of his reach. "Kirishima is the land god, not you."
"And he's much nicer." Sero muttered under his breath but was unlucky enough to be in Bakugou's reach, receiving a prompt flick to the head that sent him whining down the hallway.
Bakugou deposited him in the main area. He must have fixed up the entire shrine because it was also completely different.
"Don't move a muscle." Bakugou glared at him, leaving to enter a curtained side room. "I'll be right back."
"Alright." Kirishima said though he wasn't really paying attention. It really was amazing how much the whole place had changed overnight. Bakugou really seemed as great as he said. "Hey Bakugou, how exactly did you do all of this in one night? It's amazing!"
"I was so fucking pissed, I couldn't sleep. And I know. Now shut up and listen." Bakugou came back and planted a small bucket on the ground. Kirishima peered inside curiously: it was filled with water.
"Now, a god's power is called divine power. Your power will increase as you use it, but to increase it you have to start listening and answering people's prayers." Bakugou said. "That shitty Deku is a marriage god. All kinds of people come with different prayers, but he specializes in blessing marriages and binding fates together."
"Marriage?" Kirishima said. So, this was a marriage shrine then. He hadn't gotten that impression from the weepy green-haired man, but then again he had had no idea that he'd been a freaking god either. He wished he could've heard all this from Izuku himself, but he must've had his reasons for leaving. He wondered if maybe Bakugou had just finally gotten to him and that's why he left in the first place, but there had to be more to it. Izuku had been mostly sad when talking about it, but he wasn't about to bring it up. His departure and following absence seemed like a sore sport that Kirishima didn't want to go picking the scab over, especially at the risk of another outburst.
"Yeah. Now I want to see how strong your divine power is. Turn the water into sake." Bakugou pushed the bucket in front of him. Sero appeared beside him and floated down, handing him more slips of the white paper he'd used in the underworld. "You can use the charms to help."
"Got it." Kirishima took the charms excitedly. Time to prove that he could do it if he put his mind to it. He just had to write on them like before, right? He scribbled the word 'sake' onto the sheet.
"Here goes nothing!" With a battle cry, he slapped the charm straight onto the surface of the water. On the outside, nothing seemed to happen.
Bakugou squinted at the bucket. "Try tasting it."
"Ooh, I'll try!" Mina said, producing a small ladle. In one swoop, she spooned up a mouthful. She audibly gasped and her eyes widened, shocked and sparkling.
"Oh my, this has to be… the most delicious water I've ever tasted! It's so cool and refreshing!" Mina said, applauding.
"Aww, you think so?" Kirishima said, laughing cheekily.
"I'm leaving." Bakugou said, already halfway across the room.
"Bakugou, don't goooo!" The sprites tackled him soundly to the ground. "We'll call you Bakugou if you stay!"
"Get the fuck off! He's hopeless!" Bakugou tried kicking them away, only managing to kick Mina square in the face. Sero clung on for dear life with tape from his elbows.
"Don't run away Bakugou! We won't let you."
Kirishima watched from a distance, sipping at some of the water. Well, maybe it had been a little ambitious to assume that he could do it his first time. Bakugou said that his divine power would increase though so he just had to practice.
Determined, he picked up the rest of the charms and left the wrestling trio to it. He was secretly beginning to wonder if the sprites just enjoyed teasing him or maybe they just had a masochistic side.
Now what to practice on…
~.~.~.~.~
Kirishima slumped with a loud huff, throwing the charms aside.
"Why isn't anything working?" He grumbled out loud. He must've been outside for what felt like hours now, just trying out different things. Among a few things, he'd tried making another bucket of water into sake, tried splitting a rock in two, and even tried changing the color of his hair. When he checked his reflection, he'd been excited to see a different color, but quickly realized that it was just the dark color of his roots.
Now he found himself beneath a tree behind the shrine. He could see buds on the branches and was trying to make them bloom, but nothing was happening except that he was starting to feel like it was time for a nap.
He sighed, chewing on the end of the ink brush. Why couldn't he get the trick down? He'd tried different pressures, tried to change the style of his handwriting, and tried watching his exact wording. It's not like he hadn't done it, he thought as he examined the simple pieces of paper. The charms had definitely worked for him yesterday. Well, except for the first one. What had Mina said? Something about the charm not being more than his own power.
He gazed up at the bloomless branches. He just wanted one thing to work. That was all.
"Alright." He bit back a yawn. "One more time."
He wrote the word 'bloom' on the charm, trying to focus on what he wanted to happen, and stuck it to the tree. He stared hard for a couple of seconds. If there was any flutter, it was only from the wind.
Before he could feel disappointment, another roll of exhaustion swept over him. Why was he getting so sleepy? The question was barely an afterthought as his eyes drooped and the world began to turn over.
Instead of hitting the ground as expected, he registered a soft, but firm arm catching him. Blinking owlishly, Kirishima's head lolled curiously to the side. Bakugou stared back, crouched beside him.
"Obviously that hair has left no room for a brain," Bakugou said.
"What exactly do you have against my hair?" Kirishima mumbled.
"Listen, idiot: the white charm doesn't just work like magic. When you write on one, you're channeling your divine power into it to carry out your will. It's like a muscle though. The more you use it in a short period of time, the more quickly you'll fatigue your supply. It'll build up over time, but if you write so many charms at once you're going to make yourself pass out."
"…Oh."
"No shit 'oh' Hair-for-brains." Bakugou rolled his eyes and let him go. Kirishima squawked, falling the rest of the way down with an oof!
"Hey!" He grimaced at the fox demon who was already heading back to the shrine.
"I made fucking lunch. Get inside already." Bakugou called behind him.
"Okay." Kirishima said, but he didn't make a move to get up. He still felt a little dizzy and didn't want to the world to go bottoms-up again if he tried. But Bakugou had made lunch? That sounded good.
He closed his eyes, focusing on the sound of the trickling stream and slight breeze washing over him. Warm rays of light fell across his face. As he let it all soak in, he knew he should get up soon, or Bakugou would come out to yell at him again. But it just felt so nice…
The quiet was broken when Bakugou stomped back out, palms already sparking.
"Are you fucking deaf? I said-" Bakugou trailed off as he reached the tree. Kirishima's eyes were closed and his was breathing was long and relaxed. The idiot had fallen asleep.
"What the hell am I going to do with you?" Bakugou muttered under his breath. "Oi, wake up-"
A pink fluttering caught his eye. Bakugou paused, snatching the moving object out of the air. It was a petal.
Several more petals scattered in the wind. Upon closer inspection, a handful of blossoms had suddenly sprouted on the branches. There weren't many, but they were definitely there.
Bakugou looked to the lightly snoring figure on the ground beside him.
Maybe there was the slightest hope for this land god after all. Kirishima rolled around, shivering when a breeze passed over him. Bakugou groaned into his hand, but headed inside to fetch a blanket. But damn was he a fucking handful already.
A gentle wind swept through the clearing. A trickling brook meandered lazily. All was peaceful…
Splash!
There was no warning before something cold, wet, and heavy landed squarely on Kirishima's face with a splat. His eyes tore open only to find dark, beady ones staring back. The green, slick creature barely blinked, a patch of the green creature's skin swelled up.
"Ribbit. Land god, are you awake?"
"PWA!" Kirishima shot up, spitting out a fishy taste and sending the talking lump backwards. It flipped gracefully, sticking its landing while Kirishima rubbed water away from his face.
"What the-?" Kirishima sputtered, getting a good look at his assailant.
For one thing it was the biggest frog he'd ever seen. For another, it was wearing the most adorable, tiny hat. For a third, was he crazy or had he definitely just heard it speak?
"Kirishima, what the fuck happ-" Bakugou had nearly flown straight through the walls when he heard Kirishima's yell, but having reached the outside he didn't exactly know what he was seeing. However, the sprites who had also rushed over to see the commotion weren't able to stop until they had sailed right into the back of his head.
Kirishima was barely aware of the uproar behind him, fixed on the creature.
"Lord land god!" The toad croaked. "I apologize if I'm intruding. I'm the familiar of my princess, goddess of the swamp. I've come to deliver a message."
One of its webbed hands reached around its neck where Kirishima hadn't noticed a small scroll that had been tucked into a small pouch. Pulling it out, the toad waved it for him to take it. Dumbfounded, Kirishima took it.
"Hair-for-brains, what the fuck is going on?" Bakugou, dangling a whining sprite in each hand, marched over to his side.
"My princess will visit the shrine this evening." The toad said, smiling. At least, Kirishima thought it was smiling. "Lady Asui is very eager to meet you."
"Asui?" Bakugou said, grabbing at the scroll to skim through it.
"Until tonight then!" The toad said and craned its head over in a small bow.
"Ah, yes. I'm looking forward to it." Kirishima fumbled out, also bowing. Bakugou grabbed the top of his head to stop him.
"Idiot, you're the god, you don't need to bow."
"But that'd be rude."
It was a loud splash that made them aware that the toad had already taken its departure.
"Bakugou." Kirishima said after staring at the still rippling water.
"What?"
"…That toad was TALKING."
~.~.~.~.~
"The swamp falls under the protection of Deku's shrine, so it makes sense that she'll be visiting the new god here." Bakugou explained.
"Oh, I see." Kirishima said as he worked gel into his hair, critically examining it in the mirror. He'd have to do redo the coloring soon, especially because his roots were starting to show.
"What do you think you're doing?" Bakugou finally asked.
"Since someone's visiting I have to look nice, don't I? First impressions and all that. It's kind of exciting." Kirishima said. The sun had already set a while ago so the swamp goddess would probably be here soon. He wondered what she would look like. Izuku had looked human, but if her familiar was a frog and she lived in a swamp, maybe she was more fish-like? Whatever. What he did know was that though he wasn't sure what to expect, he could at least try to be a good host.
A hand pressed into his head, mussing up his spikes.
"AH! Bakugou!" Kirishima said, trying to shake off the offender. Bakugou didn't move away.
"Don't bother! You're not meeting her."
"What? Why not?" Kirishima stopped, craning his head back to meet Bakugou's gaze.
"If they find out that the new land god is just a stupid guy with hair for brains, they'll never shut up about it." Bakugou cast him aside and jabbed a finger in his face. "So until they leave, I better not see your fucking face! Got it?"
"No way!" Kirishima said. "They're coming all the way here to see me!"
A light jingle of bells made them pause. A soft glow of light had begun to illuminate the dark outside. Kirishima jogged over, peeking out. As if from the dark itself, a small procession had emerged from the forest. Glowing lanterns floated at their feet to light their way and Kirishima could see fishes beginning to leap from the small creek, as if welcoming the goddess. As for the goddess herself, he could only assume that she currently resided in the small palanquin that was being carried by four others. Light curtains had been draped across the sides so he couldn't see anything inside.
Kirishima stepped down.
"Bakugou-"
"Stay. Here."
The room nearly rattled as Bakugou slammed the door shut.
Mina floated over to Kirishima who flopped over on the ground with a loud huff.
"Kirishima, are you upset?" She asked hesitantly. Kirishima grumbled unintelligibly back.
"Bakugou only said all that because he's concerned about you!" Sero said, poking at his back.
"Concerned?" Kirishima said, scratching absently at splinters on the floor. "More like concerned I'll mess everything up."
And the worst part was, he felt like Bakugou wasn't totally unjustified. He probably would be more of a bother. It's not like he knew how to act in front of another god. He wouldn't know what to do anyways.
But still… if he was going to do this, was it okay to just sit back?
Gritting his teeth, he shoved himself up and went straight for the door.
"Kirishima? What are you doing?"
"I'm just going to look."
"No!" The sprites jumped on him as he crawled his way down the hall. "Bakugou will get mad!"
He moved quietly down the hall but as soon as he began to work out the murmur of voice from the main room, the nerves kicked up. He almost wanted to let the sprites drag him back but finding himself outside the doors made it too real. And as feared, they were definitely talking about him.
"-just a human. Not only that, but a frail human boy. I heard he was attacked by a vampire the other day and only barely managed to escape!" It was a voice he didn't know, but it was speaking loudly. Through the screen, Kirishima could see a pair of rigid arms swinging up and down. "Clearly this god is unfit! The shrine will not last under him."
There was a harsh laugh and Kirishima pressed his ear further against the door. Bakugou!
"You obviously don't know shit four-eyes." Bakugou said. "He may seem pretty useless at first, but that guy's stubborn as a rock. He was the one chosen to be the god of this shrine, so I have no fucking doubts he can do it."
Kirishima didn't know what to think. Had those words really just come out of Bakugou's mouth?
So was it possible that Bakugou… really believed in him?
"So if you're smart, you'd best not fucking say anything else about my god unless you're prepared to lose your life. It'd be a shame especially if I had to do it in front of your master."
"I've heard enough! You call yourself a god's familiar and yet you have the manners and mouth of a wild beast. How dare you utter such carnal language in front of my lady!" There was a swift clink, like the sound of a weapon being drawn. "I demand that you bring out your god right now, or suffer the consequences fox."
"I already fucking told you, he's sick so he's not coming." Bakugou said, standing up. From behind the screen, Kirishima could see the flicker of flames come to life in his hands. "But if you're really looking for a fight then-"
The screen door slammed open and Kirishima flew forward despite the wordless screeching of the sprites behind him. Then words were flying out of his mouth.
"I'm very sorry for being late! I'm Eijirou Kirishima, the land god. I wasn't feeling well earlier so I asked Bakugou to greet you, but I'm okay now."
Apart from Bakugou, the only standing figure in the room had a sword drawn and at the ready, though he looked quite off-guard by the sudden interruption. Half-rimmed rectangular glasses framed the man's face, accompanied with a rigid frown and serious eyes. He was decorated with an intricate blue kimono. But it was the figure to his left that had Kirishima staring in wonder.
Wide, round eyes blinked at him. Vibrant water lilies and scattered lily pads were braided into silky green hair that pooled around a soft face and down her back, tied at the end in a simple bow. A gold and green kimono, the most captivating piece of clothing Kirishima had ever seen, was draped around her slight figure. A golden sheer material cascaded over her head like a rainbow, swirling around each arm in a simple yet elegant twist.
This was without a doubt the goddess, Lady Asui, herself.
Kirishima knelt to the ground.
"I'm sorry again." Kirishima said, bowing his head. "So there's no need to fight!"
He really hoped that nobody could hear how loud his heart was pounding. He had definitely burst out on a whim but he couldn't just keep hanging back when Bakugou was being threatened, but the thing was that right now…
He could feel the dagger-like eyes piercing into his back right now.
… right now, he was most scared of how Bakugou was going to react.
"Kirishima." Bakugou's voice was low and sharp.
His heart stuttered. Bakugou had never said his name before. Oh god. He was dead.
"Yeah?" Kirishima said, scared to look up. Here it came…
A hand touched his head and Kirishima was prepared to either have his face pressed down or even pulled up to face the fires of hellish fury, but neither happened. Instead his hand just rested there for a moment. Confused, he forgot his fear and looked up.
As expected, Bakugou didn't look pleased and he was definitely glaring, but there was nowhere near the expected amount of heat behind it. He only looked slightly irritated.
"Fucking moron. You weren't supposed to get pulled into this, but now that you're here just make sure to stay by me so I can look after you." Bakugou stood up and Kirishima followed suit, quietly staring and absently twisting up the spikes he had pressed down. That touch had almost been gentle.
"You're the land god then?" The man with the sword cut in. "You really are just a weak human boy. I barely sense any power at all. Regardless, prepare yourself fox for I am not done with you yet!"
"Just because my master came doesn't mean I'm done with you either." Bakugou grinned. "I'm still prepared to beat you shitless."
Wait, what?
"Then engarde!"
Kirishima watched in horror as the two continued sizing the other up. What exactly was he supposed to do here? Desperate, he glanced over at the princess, but she hadn't made any move. She continued to quietly observe.
"Hey Bakugou, don't you think you're going too far-" Kirishima tried until he was pushed brusquely out of the way.
"You're in the fucking way." Bakugou said.
"Take this!" The man rushed forward, sword swinging straight for Bakugou. Bakugou grinned and pulled a small leaf from his sleeve, easily sidestepping out of the way.
"I was wondering what to make for dinner. I think fish sounds good as hell." With a flick of his fingers, the leaf darted onto the man's head. He went pale for a moment before there was a loud pop and a cloud of smoke.
As soon as it cleared, Kirishima's jaw dropped. In the man's place now lay a squirming fish. Its mouth puckered open and closed, gills flapping. There was a tiny pair of glasses that had managed to shrink with it.
With an insidious chuckle, Bakugou plucked it by its tail and watched it flop around as he held it over a burning hand.
"Now how long to cook you for? I wonder how tasty you'll actually be-"
"Enough already!" Kirishima yelled. "Bakugou, let go of him!"
Bakugou froze, the fish dropping from his hand and landing with a soft splat. Kirishima crossed his arms, frowning deeply.
"Haven't you gone far enough? You guys are making a ruckus! Now sit down then kiss and make-up!"
However, when Bakugou immediately sat down, picked up the flopping fish, and started pulling its head towards his lips, Kirishima floundered. He thrust his hands out to stop him.
"Woah woah woah Bakugou! I didn't mean literally!" Kirishima cried, but glanced up at the sound of gentle laughter.
"You must truly be the land god." The princess croaked. She was standing up and smiling, raising her hands to her chest. "That was the power of the word bind spell."
So she spoke after all!
"Word bind spell?" Kirishima asked.
"Kirishima." Sero poked his head cautiously into the room. "When the land god gives an order to their familiar, the words hold your power and bind the familiar. The more powerful your order is, the stronger the force is. Your word is absolute… that's the contract between a god and a familiar."
"What? I have a power like that?" Kirishima said. His eyes gleamed in awe, mind whirling.
"I FUCKING TOLD YOU NOT TO SAY ANYTHING!" Bakugou had silently submitted to his commands, but now he was a run-away train as he had managed to fly to his feet to chase away the sprite. "NOW I'M GOING TO BE STUCK WITH FOLLOWING SHITTY HAIR'S COMMANDS."
Lady Asui approached her guard who was still sadly flipping around.
"Please forgive, Iida. He can be a little serious sometimes, but only has my best intentions. I apologize for his impoliteness and any disrespect to you." She said then glanced at Kirishima. "But I didn't come here to start a fight. I've actually come to ask the land god to grant my bond-tying prayer."
"Bond-tying?" Kirishima echoed, remembering once more that Izuku's shrine was one for marriage. "So… this is about love trouble?"
Asui's expression barely changed but her cheeks became rosy.
"Yes." She croaked. "It was ten years ago in my swamp. I was just a small god at the time, but I remember it perfectly. I heard a crying voice and when I went over, I found a little girl lost in the swamp. I didn't want to come out and scare her, but when she saw me she became happy and I was able to help her find her way back."
Asui nuzzled her face into her hands.
"I can still see her cute smiling face. At that moment, I fell in love. Her name is Ochako Uraraka." She said. "And now that it's been ten years, I'd like to properly meet with her but I can't in this form. I've come to ask if the land god would please grant my wish and tie the bond between me and Ochako once more. Lord Kirishima… will you please grant my prayer?"
"No fucking way." Bakugou said, shutting her down instantly. Stunned, Kirishima stared at Bakugou. His expression was steely. "Romance between a spirit and human is taboo. Everyone fucking knows that and you should too princess."
Asui was quiet for a moment. Her eyes began to shimmer with gathering tears.
"I do know that." She said softly. "I do…"
Maybe it was her watery eyes or how forlorn she sounded, but he flashed her a big grin.
"Got it!" Kirishima said, rising to his feet. "I'm not sure how much I can do, but I'll do what I can!"
"Are you deaf Hair-for-brains?" Bakugou said. "I just said it was taboo!"
"Come on Bakugou!" Kirishima grinned. "What good is life if you don't live it to the max?"
Asui blinked, croaking excitedly.
"Thank you Lord Kirishima…"
"Ah, please just call me Kirishima. Those titles are still too weird for me." Kirishima said.
"Then call me Tsuyu!" She said with a smile though Iida squirmed disapprovingly in her hand.
It's not that he didn't believe Bakugou or take him seriously and he couldn't say he knew much about this kind of stuff, but he had an idea of why she had come for help here. If it was really a love that couldn't happen, that's why she had come to ask a god. And maybe he just could never refuse someone who asked for help.
Funny enough, whether spirit or human, it seemed like they all had those kinds of feelings.
