Bakugo sits on the hard uncomfortable chair as he hunches over to take a better look at the blood he was analyzing.

He fumbles with the fine adjustment knob while muttering under his breath. All he needs is just something,  anything, to indicate a suicide or perhaps, give them a hint about a murderer.

Was the victim poisoned, but the murderer just made it look like a suicide? Or is it something else? 

He's been here since 8.30 AM and he's feeling a little antsy. Sure, he's been in here longer than that before, but that's not the case. He hasn't found anything in her blood sample, and everything in the scene leans towards a suicide. 

He trusts his gut more than he trusts the crime scene, and it has always been like that ever since his first time on the job.

He leans away from the microscope as he pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing loudly. He's tired, yes, but he can't stop until he finds something, anything, to prove that this isn't some shitty suicide. So, he goes back to analyzing the blood sample. 

He hears the door open and he blatantly ignores it in favor of his work. He can tell it's Aizawa by the smell of his cologne (it's really strong, he questions if Aizawa even SHOWERS). 

"Hi, I'm Kirishima Eijiro and well, I got transferred here a day ago. I'm supposed to be your new partner!" 

He doesn't recognize this voice, but he doesn't bother to look up. Why should he? It's not like the unknown man is a murderer or some shit, but still, he could never know. 

The case is more important. 

"He's your new partner and he'll be working on this case too. At least acknowledge him", Aizawa says, exhaustion dripping from his voice. 

He ignores them, again. 

"Bakugo." 

He twists another knob and nothing interesting is seen. 

"Bakugo", Aizawa repeats more firmly. 

Their presence is making him even more agitated, so he breaks his concentration and focuses on them instead, hoping they would go away soon. 

"I don't need a fucking partner", he snaps, tapping his foot impatiently. "I work just fine alone and I can solve this bloody case without a partner." 

Aizawa sighs as he takes in his detective's appearance. He wouldn't say his hair is a mess, but it's slightly disheveled and he has eyebags under his eyes. Also, he's pretty sure Bakugo has been wearing the same shirt for three days straight. 

Aizawa knows Bakugo makes sure he's clean, constantly, but he doesn't make an effort to do it thoroughly (Aizawa saw him stomping to the showers multiple times before but he only ever wears certain shirts when he's in the station and for a few days straight too). 

"You work your ass off day and night without any regard for your mental health. Having help would lighten your load, seeing how you're the only capable detective here, for now", Aizawa says, crossing his arms. 

Bakugo glares at his superior head on, knowing quite well what he said wasn't a lie.

"You've been neglecting your health, except for your physical health. Do you even know what a break is?" Aizawa drawls on, stoking the flames of his detective's competitiveness and unwillingness to lose.

Bakugo fumes while stuttering, trying to answer his chief's statement before grinding his teeth together, forcing out a reply. "Piece of shit! Of course, I know what a break is!"

Aizawa sighs before leaving the room, deciding not to anger him further,  but not before gripping Kirishima's shoulder in encouragement. 

"He's a tough nut to crack, but don't give up. Also, fair tip, don't mess with his food. He's too observant for that and I don't want another person running off, tails tucked between their legs", Aizawa whispers. 

Kirishima nods, trying not to laugh. It was weird, but seeing how he warned him about it, he should take it seriously. 

He watches as Aizawa walks out, the door closing gently behind him. Then, he turns to see Bakugo already back on analyzing the blood sample he has. 

Not knowing what to do, he shuffles awkwardly before asking about the details of the case. 

"Did Aizawa not explain shit to you?" 

Kirishima chuckles as he walks over, staying a fair distance away from Bakugo since he doesn't want to annoy him any further.

"Her name is Suzuki Maro. She's 35 and was found dead in her apartment on March 1st, 7:27 AM when her neighbor went to borrow some flour. She has a gunshot through the head and the gun was found on the floor. We temporarily assumed it fell out of her hand when she died. I would say it's a suicide, but my gut says no", Bakugo explains, standing up from the chair. 

Kirishima watches as he walks around the lab, cleaning apparatuses and placing chemicals back where they belong. He scribbles something on the open notebook on the table before glaring at it, mumbling something under his breath. 

He glances at the clock and it tells him it's nearly 12 PM. Kirishima is kind of hungry and he takes a look at his new partner, who doesn't seem to give a shit about the time at all.  

"Have you eaten breakfast?" 

"No", Bakugo replies, scribbling in his notebook. 

Kirishima purses his lips, taking a once over at Bakugo. He wasn't thin, so to speak, and looks pretty healthy actually, his waist was slim and the lab coat doesn't exactly show his muscles, but it's obvious he works out.

He didn't think this would work, but he tries anyway. You could never know until you try, right? "Do you wanna grab some lunch before heading over to the crime scene again?"  

Bakugo looks up from his notebook and pins him with a sharp glare, slamming the book down onto the table. 

"We don't have time for fucking lunch, you can go do whatever you want, I'll just head to the damn crime scene, ALONE." 

Kirishima stares for a few seconds. Bakugo is tired, he's aware of that and apparently he isn't really a people person either. Kirishima shrugs, deciding not to push him any further and walks out, closing the door behind him. 

Bakugo hears him walk out the door. Nobody has done that before (EXCEPT for Aizawa), plainly ignored him and left him alone. He's aware his annoyance is dripping away and is slowly being replaced by surprise.

No, wait, he should be focusing on the case. He snarls, snapping himself out of his stupor and went back to staring at the words he just wrote in his notebook. 

'No Results'. 

Fuck, what the hell did he miss?  

My finger slipped-
Edit:
I came back to recheck, the spelling, grammar and stuff and. Did my phone act up or smth. Because, some words are different from what I wrote in the docs .

._. but nvm I fixed it .