Iida, who was driving the van, motioned for Y/N to pull off by the gas station with them. Y/N hadn't even noticed that it had been raining until she took off her helmet and the droplets ran down her head. Her jumpsuit and gloves had made her oblivious to it, and she was so deep in thought that she hadn't cared.
She held her helmet under her arm as she walked into the convenience store, Kirishima and Denki dashing in behind her. "Can we drive your bike?!" They both cried out in unison.
"Sure, if you've got a license for it," Y/N said.
They both groaned in disappointment. "C'mon, we won't tell anyone," Kaminari begged. "Just for a minute?"
"Sorry boys, not a chance. I don't trust you with my beauty," she said, nodding her head towards her bike. "I've put too much work into her to have you dunderheads crash it."
"I told you," Kaminari muttered to Eijirou, who looked equally sad about her answer.
"I'm happy to give you a ride though," Y/N said. "I don't mind guests."
They both gasped in excitement and high fived. "I call going first!" Kiri cheered as they walked away to pick out snacks.
When Y/N turned, she saw Bakugou approaching her. Fuck. She hadn't chosen what she wanted to do yet.
"Alright, spill," he snapped. "The hell is going on with you?"
"Nothing," she blurted, but it came out too quickly to be even a little bit convincing.
"What did I say? I have to know what I did to fucking apologize."
Y/N shook her head. "There's nothing to apologize for, I promise. This is a Y/N thing. Personal biz. You don't have to worry." She gave a fake smile. 
"Then why the hell are you blushing?" He demanded. "This clearly has to do with me."
Y/N popped her helmet back on which obstructed his view of her face. "Just sweaty from the ride, that's all." 
He snapped her visor up and glared into her eyes, stepping closer. "Is it about the kiss? Listen, It's not a--"
Y/N slapped her visor back down before he could see her reaction to mentioning the kiss. "Sorry, can't hear you."
"A helmet doesn't make you fucking deaf! How dumb do you think I am?" He was getting angrier the longer they talked. 
"Fine, Jesus! We'll talk later, okay?" She said, raising her hands in surrender. "I just need to sort my shit out." Bakugou watched her walk out of the store and hand her extra helmet to Kirishima, who looked way too happy about it. 
~~~
"So, what's going on with you and Kat?" Kirishima asked. The wind as they rode made it almost too difficult to hear him, but Y/N had practice in hearing her passengers.
She sighed. "How did you even know something was up?"
"I've known him for years now. I can tell when he's just regular moody versus something pissing him off. He's upset about something, I know it."
Y/N thought for a minute, letting the noises from the motorcycle bounce around in her head. Kirishima was a natural. He didn't squeeze too tight like Deku, and he wasn't nearly as rigid as Bakugou. He seemed to actually trust her, which was a nice change of pace. "I kissed him when I was drunk apparently. I feel like I ruined things," She confessed. "He's got the ultimate upper hand against me, which makes things really weird. We usually switch off. It's hard to explain."
"Why does that give him the upper hand?" Kiri asked.
Y/N paused. "We make fun of each other a lot. Like a weird game of chicken. But it's kind of like he's always going to win now. Any teasing I do will just be shut down because I humiliated myself," she said, the embarassment coming back. "Him just bringing it up gives him an automatic win."
"I mean... I feel like it's pretty evened out. He slept in your room, which is pretty--"
"HE WHAT?!" Y/N shrieked, almost losing control of the bike. She caught herself at the last second, balancing the bike again. "What do you mean he slept in my room?!"
"Oh shit, I thought you knew," Kiri said, laughing nervously. "That's how I found out you guys kissed. He walked out of your room the next morning and said you'd kissed him."
"Well now I'm worried it was more than a kiss!" Y/N cried, her head spinning. What the hell else had she done? Her heart was racing in panic.
"No no no, you guys didn't do anything else," Kirishima reassured. "I think he wanted to keep an eye on you. Make sure you were safe."
Her heart softened hearing that, but was it actually true? He had bought her breakfast, yelled at that man at the party for her, helped her feel comfortable fighting again, carried her home, helped clean her stitches, made her pancakes... Maybe he was just bad with words. The list of things he'd done for her got longer the more she thought about it.
"I guess, but... he's always like that, so that doesn't really even things out."
Kirishima cackled. "Bakugou? No way. He's never like that. In my three years with him I've never seen him take care of anybody. He only looks out for himself."
So all those things he'd done for her... It wasn't normal. 
"What does that mean then?" Y/N asked.
Kirishima scoffed. "You're as dumb as he is if you can't put that together yourself."