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"Write your stories on my heart, so I feel them when it beats."

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Kirishima woke that morning feeling as fresh as a daisy and leapt out of bed with a spring in her step. Oh, what a day to be alive! The peppy redhead paused as she felt a presence behind her and saw Bakugou sit up slowly, shoulders hunched and head down, with a dark aura shrouding him. Kirishima took note of the dark circles around his eyes and his unusually messy bedhead, a rare sight as he usually rose before her.

He caught her gaze.

"Not a word, not a fucking word." Bakugou glared at her, and Kirishima felt herself begin to sweat. Just what happened last night? She faintly remembered talking about a guild raid, but she would be lying if she said anything else came to mind. Oh, dear.

Taking another look at Bakugou, she decided that perhaps it would be best if she didn't know; she certainly wasn't going to get anything out of him, and neither did she really want to poke that bear, as fun as it would be.

An array of scattered items littering the floor told her of a scuffle of sorts, but she doubted they had fought. How strange. Man, now she really wanted to know. There was no way they sparred, and she didn't remember. Kirishima felt her own shoulders droop at the thought. That would be a shame.

Moving to dress for the day, Kirishima thumbed the white material of the shirt she was wearing—it was not the one she was wearing at the guild yesterday. It was large and loose, reaching just below her thighs.

Kirishima darted back to the bed, tearing the blankets back and jerking the blonde off the bed with her unnatural strength.

"The fuc-!?" Bakugou was cut off as the blankets were unceremoniously tossed in his face. The blonde tossed them aside and watched the redhead tear his house apart as she seemed to search for something.

"Would you just—god damn it!" Bakugou darted forwards to catch the clay pot that had gone flying as she reefed off the tablecloth. Slamming the pot down on the table, the blonde leapt at Kirishima, thankfully catching her before she actually broke anything. " .fuck are you doing?"

"I lost the clothes Momo made for me; I promised I would look after them!"

Bakugou stared at her in disbelief. That was what she was looking for—clothes! He knew her well enough to know that she wasn't particularly a fan of them in the first place, but to destroy his house for them—what the actual fuck? Surely it couldn't be because Yoayorozu had made them. Looking at her face, he realised that was exactly why. Bakugou sighed as he ran a hand through his hair before pointing over to the bundle of cloth next to the door.

Kirishima's face lit up before she ran over to collect her clothes, and Bakugou shook his head as he felt another sigh coming on. This was the icing on the cake after the night he had had. He barely slept a wink all night. Every time he so much as closed his eyes, the draconian woman would abscond, and he had to spend the next half hour dragging her back to bed. He had quickly discovered she was one of the worst types of drunks and spent all night babysitting.

Having to put up with her climbing him like a goddamn tree in the middle of the guildhall and carrying her lightweight ass home wasn't the worst of it; the stripping and wanting to cuddle had thrown him for a loop. Not to mention the crying when he refused and then having to argue with her to put on some clothing, which he only managed by letting her wear his shirt. Not just any shirt, mind you, but the one he was wearing.

He would be damned if he ever let her so much as look at alcohol again. It was a lesson well learned.

"Hurry up and get dressed; any more than five minutes and I'll leave without you." Bakugou sighed and made his way downstairs, grabbing a set of his own clothes on the way down.

True to his words, after five minutes he left for the guildhall, leaving her to have to run to catch up, a pout on her face as she fell into step with him. While he knew she hadn't, he could have sworn he picked up on a whisper of 'jerk," and he smirked. Served her right.

Kirishima swiftly noticed her companion's attire and couldn't help but stare. Were those actually clothes? There was hardly any fabric covering the upper half of his body, and he had adorned himself with a bright red fur-topped cape, triumphant-looking ornaments around his neck, and a collection of a few other miscellaneous pieces here and there.

In her awe, she had failed to notice their arrival at the hall, and suddenly she found herself surrounded by the scents of their guildmates. Over the last week and a half, she had met them all individually, but she had yet to see them all in one place. Not to mention dressed up like they were—was she being left out of the loop? Why were they all dressed so fantastically!?

Judging by how they stood at attention, she assumed it was them, or more specifically, Bakugou, that they were waiting for her. Hang on, were they the last to arrive?

"Bakugou-you're here!?" Deku's jaw dropped at the sight of their leader.

"Obviously shit for brains, this is my guild, isn't it?"

"Well, you're not usually..."

"What was that?" If looks could kill, then Broccoli Boy would be long gone.

"He was going to say 'on time'." The one she recognised as Todoroki spoke up in his place.

Wait, was this normal? What would have happened if she hadn't gotten up? He would have been trapped there for who knows how long if she knew her sleeping habits. When the excitement settled, Kirishima got a proper look at everyone's costumes, and for the first time in her life, she felt underdressed. Imagine that!

Though Kirishima decided she still liked Bakugou's best,

All at once, Bakugou turned on his heel and set what she could only have described as a warpath down the uphill slope leading away from the guild, and the rest followed suit. She had to run, but the redhead caught up to Bakugou's punishing pace with a bounce in her step.

A few hours down the track, they had left the citadel and arrived at the border of a land that she didn't recognise, and it only continued to change as they travelled further and further. Even the colour of the dirt was different! Kirishima smiled. This world had much more to offer, even in the smallest of ways.

It had been some time now, and while they were sweating, no one showed any signs of slowing down or even that they were affected. She was doing well herself despite not being used to running in this form; a small stumble here and there was to be forgiven. Kirishima was still in step with Bakugou, and it seemed to draw surprise from a few of the others. Due to her exceptional hearing, she picked up on a few things, and the most common question was how she was able to be so close to him without being blasted away, or more importantly, why he let her.

Kirishima smiled a little wider and caught the attention of the blonde in question before he scoffed and turned his gaze forwards. She grinned wider.

"So, Kirishima," Ashido picked up the pace, and the redhead slowed slightly to match her, "have you decided on a name yet?" She frowned in confusion.

"My name is Kirishima."

"No, silly, I mean your codename! We all have one; it's better to choose your own, or you'll get stuck with something stupid like Grap-Juice over here." Ashido jerked her thumb at the small purple being, followed by an indignant yell.

"What's yours?" Kirishima tilted her head.

"Alien Queen!" Ashido smiled widely.

"Alien, what's that?"

"Eh, how do you not know!? Well, I suppose there are different stories about that sort of thing, but it can be used to describe something out of place or foreign," Ashido said, pointing to her horns and toned skin. Still slightly confused, Kirishima just ended up nodding along with her, her mind wandering about the whole 'code name' thing as she picked up the pace again to be next to Bakugou.

"Ne, Bakugou, what should my 'code name' be? I don't really get it, but you all have one, right?" Kirishima met his red-eyed gaze before continuing, "What's yours?"

"I don't need some stupid code name; everyone knows who I am." The blonde answered arrogantly, smirking. Given his personality, flashy abilities, and sheer brutality, she wasn't surprised; she could see that.

Well, maybe it wasn't important to have a code name, but she still thought it sounded cool; she just couldn't think of anything for herself. She took some time to go around and ask everyone what theirs was, and most of them had such cool names! After a while, she let it go and found her place again with the blonde.

...

"Red Riot."

Kirishima almost got whiplash; she swerved her head so fast. He wasn't looking her way this time, though. She hadn't heard that wrong, right?

"What?"

When she received no further answer, she huffed and kept moving.

...

"Your code name is Red Riot."

Kirishima felt her face grow hot when he finally looked at her again, and this time she found it was her that looked away.

That later became one of the moments when she wished she had said something. She really liked it; if only she had told him that while she could.

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A/N: Who doesn't love our rough boy all shy-like?