About forty-five minutes later Bakugou is out of the shower, dressed, has his hair done, and his eyeliner done. He puts new socks on and the hoodie on and goes back into Kirishima's room. When he gets in there he sees Kirishima less than a quarter of the way done with his hair.

“AGH I JUST CAN'T GET IT RIGHT TODAY!” Kirishima yells pulling on his hair.

“I like your hair down. It looks less shitty that way.” Bakugou mumbles, secretly loving his hair down. Kirishima turns and looks at him shocked not even realizing Bakugou was there. He calms down and turns back to the mirror.

“Well, I don’t.”

“Do you need help.” Bakugou says as more of a statement than a question.

“Sure.” Bakugou gets up and walks over to Kirishima. He grabs the gel and begins on the back spikes. They won’t stay up. Bakugou struggles for another minute before he’s tired of it.

“WHY WON'T YOU STAY THE FUCK UP, YOU BASTARD?!” He screams. There’s a knock against the wall from Kirishimas's neighbor's room. Bakugou tries to control his facial temperature as he realizes how wrong that sounds. He clears his throat and turns back to Kirishima.

“I don’t know man, I can’t do it either,” Bakugou says as calmly as possible. Kirishima pouts. He hates how his hair looks down.

“Well I know how to braid so maybe I can do that? It will look good of course.”

“Really? You would do that for me, bro?!”

“Mhm.”

“Thanks, man I owe you one!” Bakugou returns behind Kirishima and then French braids his hair. He uses the gel to push down flyaways and make them stay. 

“There, and once you take the braid out your hair's gonna be curly.”

“Ooo that’s so cool!”

“Yeah.” Bakugou walks back over to the bed and lays down playing a game on his phone. 

“So what do you want to do today bakubro?” Kirishima says sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Nothing.”

“Hmmm, we should get some ice cream!” Bakugou stays silent because he knows there’s no way of getting out of this and he might as well just go.

“Ok! I’m thinking at 2:30 ish.”

“Ok.”

“Until then we can just hang out with the class and sometime today we could also probably go swimming or see a movie or-“ Bakugou cuts off his rambling by exploding his face. Kirishima hardened enough so it didn’t hurt him.

“Broooo I just showereddd.” Kirishima whined. His face covered in black ash. Bakugou starts cackling, and when I say cackling I mean CACKLING, at Kirishima.

Kirishima goes into his bathroom to wash his face again and Bakugous cackling finally dies down and he returns to look at his phone. 

“Well anyway, I’m gonna go to the kitchen to have some breakfast wanna come with.”

“Sure but I’m making the food.”

“If you say so, bro!” They head to the kitchen by taking the stairs to get some exercise in. The whole time they just make small talk and the whole time Kirishima is touching him in some form, which Bakugou doesn’t mind, whether it is his arm around Bakugous shoulders or Kirishima holding Bakugous hand. Bakugou can’t help but feel like he’s getting too used to the affection and he hates himself for that.