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"I suck at apologies, so unfuck you, or whatever."

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"Fucking perfect." Bakugou tore down what had to have been the tenth poster that morning and shoved it into his pocket along with the rest of the collection.

'Dragons walking among us' was the main topic of the rapidly spreading rumour. If he found out who was going around plastering the damn things everywhere, he was going to have words with them. In many words, most violent.

What caught his attention above all was what they were calling the whole ordeal: 'The Red Riot." He begrudgingly had to admit it was catchy and thought it suited her rather well. Luckily, the gospel didn't include great detail and merely described Kirishima as a figure with red hair; they could have been referring to Endeavor for all anyone knew. The man was a beast all right, but a dragon he was not.

They had made considerable progress over the last few days, with Bakugou having consented to take the aerial approach. There was nothing that compared to Kirishima's speed in flight, and lately, the blonde had begun to find it exhilarating.

Bakugou stopped in front of one of the stalls in passing, running lengths of cloth under his thumb. It wasn't bad quality for the price, and he had been meaning to clothe a certain streaking female.

"Tch."

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"Eh?" Kirishima moved back slightly as a bundle was shoved in her face, looking up to see the blonde attached to it.

"Did you fry your brain too? Take the damn thing already!" Bakugou tossed the cloth bundle before marching off to start stripping Kirishima's daily catch.

The red-headed girl flailed to catch it, the surprise making her land on her behind. Feeling somewhat confused, Kirishima unwrapped the neatly wrapped cloth to find even more confusion. Lifting the brown pieces of cloth individually, she vaguely recognized what they were meant to be and with apprehension wondered if the blonde expected her to put them on.

Even the cloth she was wearing now was more than she preferred; honestly, humans and their need for extra skin However, this was something that the blonde had gotten with her specifically in mind, so the least she could do was give it a shot.

It was light, and it seemed pretty straightforward; how hard could it be?

She had seen Bakugou put these things on a few times now, though he seemed rather annoyed when she watched. So she had at least some idea.

Ten minutes later, the redhead stood at attention with her hands firmly on her hips; she felt rather self-satisfied. Though she hated to concede defeat to those annoying contraptions the blonde had called 'boots," she couldn't figure out the strings, so she left those off. She didn't imagine she would like them touching her feet anyway.

"Ne, Bakugou!" She stood proudly as the blonde returned soon after saying, "Ta-da!"

...

Kirishima cocked her head when Bakugou didn't say anything and stood still with an unfamiliar look on his face. She could have sworn she saw his eyebrow twitching. It must have been her imagination.

"How the shit did you screw that up?" Bakugou places the meat into the pot hanging over the fire he had erected earlier before marching up to her. "Tch, why am I surprised? Stay still."

"Hey, what do you mean? I thought it went well!" Kirishima puffed her cheeks up, her hands remaining on her waist.

"Were you aiming to put it on backwards?"

"Backwards?"

"Tch," Bakugou lightly slapped her hands away and forced her arms back inside the cloth, then placed his hands on her waist and twisted the cloth around, the holes of the arms passing over her as it turned around in what she assumed was the right direction. Satisfied with the position, Bakugou went to work on threading the leather bindings on the sides.

Strangely, Kirishima felt her face heat up as the blonde man's hands traveled down her sides as he spoke without pause. She vaguely wondered if her face reflected her hair as it continued to burn with every movement of his hands. Why was it taking so long? Perhaps it was her imagination playing with her once again.

Kirishima wondered how someone so rough could have such a gentle touch, and she found that he left tingles in his wake.

Knotting at the bottom, he was finally finished, and then she noticed his look of displeasure as he looked between her and the boots she had left haphazardly on the ground.

"..."

"...I'll pass."

"Tch, then I guess you didn't mean it when you said you wanted to come into populated areas with me." The blonde shrugged and turned to walk away, smirking smugly when her hand caught the back of his shirt.

Kirishima fidgeted as she gripped the cloth tighter.

Bakugou shrugged her off with an annoyed expression: "What the shit was that meant to mean? Stop mumbling."

"I'll wear them!" The rose-coloured girl squeezed her eyes shut tightly, forgetting her volume control for a moment, and snatched the offending items off the ground, pulling them on quickly before standing proud once more.

Bakugou looked at Kirishima with an emotion akin to amusement at her rushed attempt at putting them on. They were on the right feet at least, but they were sagging and hadn't been tied.

The blonde sighed. "Didn't you pay attention? Tch, watch closely this time. I'm not going to do this again, got that?" He glared to get his point across before suddenly grabbing her ankle and, to her dismay, pulling.

Kirishima barely caught herself as she met him on the ground, landing on the grass with the wind knocked slightly out of her. Despite her surprise, she made sure to watch carefully as he looped and threaded the strings.

After he finished on Bakugou, he paused for a moment before looking at her and sighing, "This is the only time I am doing this," the blonde hid his face under his fringe as he grabbed the other foot, "the dragon winds around the mountain, through the cavern, then pull tight." (A/N: a reference to the movie 'Raising Hope')

Kirishima found herself smiling and could have sworn she saw a pink tinge at the tips of his ears, but that was only for a moment before he stood abruptly, knocking her onto her back from his sudden movement.

Kirishima grinned as she then spotted him by the fire mixing the pot with a spoon as if he hadn't just done something adorable. Well, she thought it was cute, and she got the feeling that she wouldn't soon forget it.

As the stars came out, their food was cooked, or 'burnt," if you asked Kirishima, and Bakugou presented her with a bowl of admittedly delicious-smelling broth. She couldn't deny that humans had interesting meal ideas, but she still found it rather odd and had yet to partake in anything he had prepared.

It seems that this time the blonde had gone out of his way to include her, and Kirishima couldn't help but wonder why. He had been acting strange the last few days—well, strange for him anyway—and she was pretty confident that she had his behaviours down pat. Wrong again.

"Sleep earlier tonight; if you're tired before we even start, then you might just die. We start when we reach the guild." The blonde finished his bowl of food in record time, turning to pick up a chunk of wood and a knife.

Was she missing something?

"Huh?"

"If you're sticking around, I'm not going to spend the whole time saving your sorry ass." Bakugou snapped before pausing and taking a breath. "We're even now..."

Kirishima's eyes widened as it clicked. Was this your way of making up with her? The clothes, the food, and the unusual added attention made more sense all of a sudden. Now he was even going to train her? She certainly wasn't going to argue.

"I'll learn fast; I won't disappoint you!" Kirishima grinned before lifting the bowl to her lips and taking a mouthful. Her cheeks turned red with delight a moment later. It was the best thing she had ever tasted. Humans could make things like this!?

Bakugou watched as her face lit up, and he could have sworn he saw flowers blooming in the air around her. Seriously, what the heck? There was that amused feeling again. He was wondering if this was going to become a habit.

Strangely, he didn't seem to mind the idea.

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