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Bakugou sighs and refrains from pinching the bridge of his nose as another extra stammers out a ‘bye’ before vacating the seat across from him. He can feel a headache forming and a vein pulsing in his forehead with every ding of the bell.
He has to keep reminding himself that he can't leave early, out of stubbornness mostly, but to prove a point first and foremost. If he's silently cursing his competitive need to one-up Deku, he never needs to tell the fucking nerd that.
He’s not even sure how the topic came up, they were at the gym for christ sakes. But one moment he’s pummelling the fuck out of the hand-held pads in Deku’s grip, the next he’s swapping out so Deku can work on his kicks, but instead he's stood in confusion as Deku absolutely gushes about how he'd tried speed dating and how successful it was. "Just give it a try, Kacchan! The results speak for themselves – Y-you know that's how I met Shou, right?"
Oh, right. He vaguely remembered Deku yammering on about something months ago, on their fortnightly friend group get-togethers, and then suddenly there was another person joining them he didn't care to learn the name of. "HAH? That's how you met half-n-half?" He'd rolled his eyes when it sent Deku off into a blushing ramble.
When Deku had composed himself he'd had that glint in his eye that Katsuki knew was an incoming challenge but given their topic... Shit. He'd worked it out before the damn nerd had opened his mouth.
"Not on your fucking life, Deku." Bakugou scowled, throwing the pads down and going to a punching bag instead if Deku wasn’t gonna take this shit seriously.
"Why, scared?" Deku replied, failing to hide the smug grin threatening to show.
Oh, that'll do it.
"What the fuck of? A bunch of shitty extras wasting my time?" Bakugou shouted as he rounded on him.
"Or maybe you'll make an actual connection with someone." Deku innocently points out, picking up the discarded pads to put them to one side out the way.
"Not fucking likely." Bakugou rolled his eyes, turning and starting up his first set of punches.
"Bet?" Deku grabbed the sandbag, leaning around so Bakugou couldn’t ignore his face before quickly squeaking and dodging while laughing hysterically.
And now here Bakugou was, leg jittering in annoyance as one after another of boring ass extras waste his damn time like he knew they would...
The place that held the speed dating was an old restaurant that had rows of booths down the middle, partitions giving tables some semblance of privacy, and high enough that when seated you couldn't see those on the other side unless they were stood right next to it and tall.
Bakugou would be damned if he wasn't going to at least try give these damn extras the benefit of the doubt, as much as it irked him to do so, but after the first three failures, he was already getting impatient.
He was loud as he scoffed and sighed at the time wasters coming around the partitions, their eyes lighting up when they see a hot guy until they register the scowl on his face at his distain upon seeing them.
One guy didn't let that put him off though! He was what Bakugou would describe as a balding toothpick with a shitty toupée and as he smugly slid into the booth seat, his nasally irritating voice declared “You, me, a hotel room. I’ll blow your tiny mind along with your back, baby.” as he bravely (stupidly?) reached over to try touch Bakugou’s clenched fist that rested in front of him on the table.
A disgusted shiver ran through Bakugou and he squinted at the audacity of some shitty extra not only touching him but clearly trying to use some equally shitty quirk on him? His bark of absurd laughter followed by “Did you just try to use your fucking quirk on me?” had the guy’s eyes widening comically, quickly shrinking in his seat and avoiding Bakugou’s scrutinizing gaze; quiet as his misplaced over confidence in his quirks ability to net him anyone he touched firmly in the gutter where it belonged.
Their little outburst hadn’t gone unnoticed, quirk use on someone was strictly forbidden especially if they influenced people’s choices, a quirk neutralising cuff was slapped on toothpicks wrist before being hauled off by security, Bakugou just scoffed and rolled his eyes when he was offered medical assistance, shaking his hand out from the weird feeling at the point of contact, “Let’s just get this shit over with so I can prove a point.” And the event continued on like the interruption didn’t happen.
He did hear a whisper in that annoying voice trying to tell him to give in and do as toothpick said but he just scoffed and metaphorically batted the weak ass thought away, absolutely repulsed, and made a mental note to add that to the police report he’d have to make.
A flash of red spikes caught his attention over the middle wall when seats were changed, and Bakugou wondered if those shitty spikes were a way to make some short arse appear taller than they were, he huffed at the idea, leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed just as the next poor soul took their place before him, everyone starting to look more like they regretted their life decisions when every ring of the bell brought them closer to him.
Round after round, Bakugou got more and more agitated. His leg constantly bouncing now, his sighs so loud he'd noticed the attendants shoot him looks several times but after the little incident earlier, they left him alone, little pops of his palms making most sit on the edge of the booth seating ready to bolt.
He isn't sure he even looked at the last person, though he'd definitely been distracted by a deep laugh from someone two tables away, and he wondered just who was able to have such a good time at this faith in humanity destroying experience. He had his eyes covered as he one handedly massaged his temples to stave off the headache when the bell dinged and no-face sitting across from him all but ran.
The whole ordeal was an hour long with 24 people; 12 static at tables, 12 moving around and Bakugou was three away from shoving Deku’s stupid wrong ass opinion back in his fucking face when the table shook as his new victim potential love interest slid heavily into the seat across from him, making Katsuki ‘tsk’ at the clumsy idiot.
"Oops, sorry about that, bro..." Followed by a deep nervous chuckle that had Katsuki’s eyes snapping open at the sound. Bakugou dropped his hand and took a look at the source of that sound that went straight down his spine in a weirdly pleasant way, his headache instantly dissipating.
He must have been making a face; the hottest piece of man meat he'd ever seen was sitting nervously with his hands clasped in front of him on the table and when they made eye contact, he'd blushed almost the same shade as his shitty spiked red hair. Fuck.
The way he sat hunched forward didn't clue Bakugou into his height, but this guy was stacked. His biceps were nearly the size of Bakugou’s head, wearing total gym bro attire; a hoodie with the arms cut off that have stretched even wider from repeated washes, and Bakugou would bet if he looked under the table, he'd be wearing basketball shorts. Something hit his foot under said table and he looked down, doing a double take when he saw the most offending piece of footwear known to man; bright red crocs. In fucking sport mode. At least he wore ankle socks. "S-sorry..." And the foot retreated back over to his side.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me..." Bakugou muttered, more to himself, but the guy leant back and mirrored Bakugou’s pose, hands going to his lap and looking off to the side as he chewed on his bottom lip.
Bakugou nearly had a brain aneurysm when he spotted those teeth, and he needed them biting down onto his shoulder asap as he got railed to within an inch of his life… or he did the railing, he wasn't picky if the guy was right. And oh fuck was this guy right - poor taste in footwear (and clothes in general) aside.
He didn't realise he'd just basically been staring at the guy until the bell rang and he went to slide out the seat. He was halfway to standing upright when Bakugou came back to his senses, leaning forward and slamming a hand down flat as if he was going to reach across the table. "OI, shitty hair, where the fuck do you think you're goin'?" He demanded, causing the guy to freeze and giving Baku a good idea of just how tall he was. Double fuck.
"Dude, ouch, the names Kirishima... And it's the next person's turn..." He said, still frozen to the spot as he thumb jerked at the extra standing awkwardly to the side. Katsuki tsk'd at them, "jog the fuck on extra, I'm not done with this one." And they happily scurried off, Kirishima letting gravity put him back on his ass across from Bakugou. The attendants looked ready to step in but when they realised he was taking an actual interest in someone, they just seemed to shrug and let them be.
"So uh... I'm Kirishima Eijirou... Nice to meet you?" He questioned, rubbing the back of his head nervously at the intense gaze directed his way.
"Bakugou Katsuki, so what do you bench?" And Bakugou watched as red eyes widened and a smile to rival the sun split the guy's face. Oh yeah, Bakugou was fucking gone for this dude as Kirishima excitedly rambled on about beating his personal best on dead lifts just that morning, and Bakugou had to hold back asking to squeeze the bicep Kirishima flexed, praying he didn't actually drool at the sight. The bell rang again and Kirishima just had to look at Bakugou to know he wasn't to move his butt from that seat. Kiri gave the poor guy who stopped at their table a awkward smile and shrug while Bakugou glared. They quickly skipped over to the next table.
When the final bell rang out, everyone stood and had the option to socialise for the next half hour but Bakugou threw his jacket on and grabbed hold of Kirishima’s wrist, barely repressing the shudder at his hand unable to fully close around it and dragged him outside.
They’d made it a maximum of two steps out the doors before Bakugou clocked Deku walking down the street towards them with his boyfriend.
“Kacchan!” Fuck, he did not want the nerd gloating right now-
“Shouto! Mido-bro!” Bakugou froze, his back to them but face towards Kirishima, who was looking at them and waving.
The gears turned as he remained rooted to the spot, a happy laugh leaving Deku as they made small pleasantries with each other like they were fucking friends.
“You lying…” Bakugou grit out, turning slowly, trying to control the rage at being stuck in that shitty place for an hour and it was a complete fucking set up. “…piece of shit, Deku.” He was about to lunge at him, palms sparking, when a pair of strong arms wrap around his middle and lift him against a sturdy chest like he weighed nothing.
“Woah, bro, that’s so not manly.” Kirishima chides Bakugou, whose anger immediately leaves him as he’s held aloft in muscled arms, feet barely touching the ground. It takes him a second to realise there’s hardened skin rippling back to normal when he’s set down.
He’s staring again when Shouto not so subtly deadpans “I knew you’d like him,” jolting Bakugou back to his surroundings.
“Fuck off, Icy-hot, was this even how you met Deku?” He barks at them, eyes narrowing when Deku jumps and looks nervous, Shouto calmly blinks at Bakugou like he’s a feral cat he’s trying to befriend.
“No… we met at the spring collection photoshoot…” Shouto being one of the models.
Kirishima is quick to pick up on the worsening atmosphere, so he grabs hold of Bakugou’s re-sparking hand and drags him towards the parking lot, “Will have to catch up some time! Later, bros!” and with that, Bakugou is shoved into a beat-up car that shouldn’t be road legal.
“What the fuck, shitty hair!?” he shouts when Kirishima gets in the driver’s seat.
“Oh, sorry, dude! Did you drive here too? My bad…” he grins, scratching the back of his head like he should have thought of that before seemingly attempting to kidnap Bakugou.
Bakugou huffed, “No… I came here straight from work, it’s close by… Deku had actually given me a lift into work today… FUCK did he plan this too? That sneaky fucker!” He slouches down in his seat after putting on his seatbelt.
“Did you know?” He quietly asks, narrowing his eyes at Kirishima, daring him to lie.
Kiri holds his hands up half turned to Katsuki, “no way, dude, I just mentioned that I was gonna try it when they told me about it! I swear I had no idea!” and he sweats under the scrutinizing gaze before Bakugou huffs and looks forward again; they played them both.
Kirishima sits there tapping his steering wheel a moment before strapping in and starting up the car, “Sooo… your place or mine?” he jokes, pulling out onto the main road, actually heading towards a food place first – he was starving.
Bakugou seems to mull it over, taking in the car with a squint; discarded food wrappers litter the footwell, a glance in the back shows a gym bag and more things he’d consider trash.
“Heh, sorry about the state of it, my friends borrowed it while I was away, it isn’t usually like this I swear…” Kirishima is clearly embarrassed but unable to do anything about it right now. He just gets a humf of acknowledgement.
“You uh… wanna tell me where we’re heading? I’m gonna hit up a food joint first if you don’t mind, I’ve not eaten since lunch, had a busy afternoon…” His stomach gurgles as if to emphasise it in the quiet space.
Bakugou is about to tell him when he sees just where Kirishima is driving them to and blurts out without thinking “Oh fuck no, you are not putting that junk in you. I’d rather cook you something at mine.” Making Kiri stutter out an uh, okay?
And so Katsuki directs Kirishima to the grocery store closest to his apartment, the only question he asks Kiri is if he’s allergic to anything, a happy hmm when Kiri says nothing that he’s aware of, peaking over Bakugou's shoulder as he walks down each isle putting things into a hand basket he’s keeping in front of him out of sight, throwing a smirk over his shoulder when Kirishima gets too close and makes him blush every time he’s caught.
“So how do you know the nerd n his boyfriend?” Bakugou finally caves and asks when they’re back in the car, Kiri doing a quick clean up trash run while Bakugou put bags into a surprisingly clean trunk.
“You mean Midoriya n Shouto? I uh… did a photoshoot for charity the other month, one of those calendar things, you know? Mido-bro was the photographer and Shou was just… there?” Kiri shrugs with a blush as he tells him, not specifying what kind of calendar shoot it was.
Bakugou wracks his brain, it must have been when he was away since he usually personally oversaw the charity stuff.
The only two charity shoots he could recall hearing of during his two weeks in America shooting for fashion week were for breast cancer awareness with… tasteful pinup nudes. The other was the annual firefighter’s holding puppies’ calendar which would have… also been mostly nudes actually… He could have been part of either; cancer gave zero fucks, and that was the focus of it, anyone could get it. Kirishima definitely had a handful of glorious pec and then some if the way the seatbelt clung to Kiri’s chest was any indication, but he also didn’t remember him from previous years with the firefighters so he must be new if so...
He could just fucking ask. But Bakugou found himself unusually tongue tied and didn’t want to make an even bigger ass of himself than he was sure he’d already done.
“So uh… was it you shouting earlier at that guy?” Kiri tentatively ventured, looking for something to talk about.
“You mean that shitty extra who tried to use some lame quirk on me so he could ‘give me the night of my life’? Yeah, fucking disgusting piece of human garbage. I have to go down to the police station and file a report tomorrow.” Bakugou grumbles, hand subconsciously popping with his simmering anger when he feels his hand engulfed with one suddenly rock solid.
“Careful, I know my cars a pile of crap right now, but it’s my only method of transport…” he chuckles, glancing quickly at Bakugou’s surprised expression before looking back at the road ahead.
“What kind of quirk is this…” Bakugou mumbles as he lifts their hands to turn it slightly to see hard ridges smooth back into faintly scarred skin; he worked with his hands, that was for sure, back in normal form they were rough but in a pleasant way.
“I can uh… harden my entire body, it comes in very handy for work sometimes.” Kirishima demonstrates a little for him with a half-smile, but it’s a tad resigned, like he’s remembering having to use it in the line of duty.
“And that would be…” Bakugou prodded, given the perfect opportunity to do so without straight up blurting it out.
“Oh hah, firefighter, bro. It’s not always rescuing kittens from trees – though this quirk has definitely saved my arms from getting scratched up on more than one occasion!” he chuckles, grinning at Bakugou as they begin to slow down; the satnav directing them into an underground parking structure.
Kirishimas eyes widen, realising where he is.
“If you follow it around, you’ll see my guest parking spot.” Right next to the newest sports car model released the beginning of the year.
Kirishima visibly sweats as he parks, leaving far too much space between the cars he almost double parks – thankfully it would seem Bakugou owns that section of parking lot, his name plate in front of two more spaces now that he could see the wall in front of them.
Kirishima apparently had no qualms asking Bakugou what he did for work, “so what is it you do, again?” as if he’d been told already and just merely forgot.
Bakugou smirks as he gets out the car, walking to grab the grocery bags out the boot.
“I’m a photographer.” He simply tells him, which IS true, but also as owner of Ground Zero, the Studio branch was just one of several areas. They also produced high fashion pieces along with more down to earth, affordable, every-day clothing sourced and produced locally. Bakugou was the lead designer for most of it, and sometimes for the items going down the runway, he’d modelled them too, but usually as a last begrudging resort.
Kirishima whistles as he looks at the row of luxury cars and one motorbike, custom painted with a bright orange cross over the fuel tank that looks familiar to Kiri but he can’t begin to think from where.
“Is that how you met Mido-bro? You’re both photographers?” He asks, catching up to Bakugou who’d started towards the elevator.
“We grew up together, he copied everything I did, the nerd. The hag made me work with him.” Bakugou eyerolls at the memory, stepping into the lift, Kirishima crowding up behind Bakugou in the suddenly cramped space.
“The hag?” Kiri tilted his head adorably and Katsuki had to hold back a chuckle at the sight.
“My mother, besties with Deku’s mom, so naturally she forced us to spend every waking moment together where she could.” He scoffs, if it sounded slightly fond as he recalled the times before his quirk manifested and he got quite full of himself with fake friends… he’d blast you in the face for saying such bullshit.
“Oh! so does that mean you work at Ground Zero Studio too?” Kirishima finally pieced some of what he’d said together.
“Yeah, something like that.” Katsuki shrugs as the lift doors open on his floor, Kirishima not taking note of the floors number until they’re walking down a short corridor with no other doors except one, and even then it takes walking through said door and seeing a glass floor-to-ceiling wall overlooking the city for it to actually hit him. Penthouse.
Kiri barely kicks off his crocs before he’s sliding over to press his face up against the glass, seeing there’s a generous balcony beyond the darkness and he thinks he can make out a swimming pool.
Katsuki quietly snorts laughing as he walks into his expansive kitchen, kitted out with everything a world class chef could ever want.
Bakugou lets Kirishima do his own thing as he gets everything out that he needs, he’d settled on making a simple curry over rice with generous chunks of chicken but it would also have a ton of vegetables blended in and he could easily add in extra spice to his preference once done.
“H-hey, Bakugou?” he hears from the kitchen doorway.
“Hmm?” he acknowledges, not stopping the fine dicing of vegetables.
“Where’s the bathroom?” Kiri laughs nervously, scratching at the back of his head.
“Up the stairs, the door should be open but it’s the second on the left.”
“Upstairs? Oh my god…” he hears as he trails off, apparently having missed them sticking out of the wall as they walked in.
Not five minutes later, he hears thundering steps as Kirishima runs back into the kitchen, sliding into the island with the brightest smile on his face as he exclaims “You’re an All Might fanboy? My favourite growing up was Crimson Riot! Man, what a blast from the past, I haven’t watched any of those movies in years!” and Bakugou swears he could see a tail wagging as he stirs the pots contents around.
“I see someone found the cinema room…” he jokingly has a scolding tone and Kiri looks down, guilty.
“T-the door was open too, just a crack… I’m sorry!” and he almost smacks his head on the counter bowing with his hands together above his head in forgiveness.
Bakugou can’t hold back the laugh this time, it’s a snorting cackle of a thing and he quickly smothers it with a hand, remembering the unkind words he’d heard over the years about it.
Kirishima thinks it’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard, and vows to pull another from him if it takes the rest of his life. Woah, what.
“You dork, we can put one of the movies on if you want, I think I have a couple of those Red Riot ones somewhere too…” he says, purposely missaying the action heroes name.
“It’s Crimson Riot, man, and you know it.” Kiri snorts.
“Whatever. He’s not as good as All Might, I can and will fight you over it.” Katsuki smirks at Kiri over his shoulder, delighting in making him blush again.
“Go pick something out, I’ll bring the food up soon.” He tells him before he can argue, watching that bright smile light the room up before he’s practically running back out and clambering up the stairs like an excited puppy.
He heaps a generous amount into a bowl for Kirishima, adding a metric shit-ton of extra spices into his portion, before grabbing a couple of beers that’d go well with it and a soda from the fridge, just in case.
He’s internally freaking out over how fast they’re kind of moving, but he’s honestly never felt something so… right… before, and he’s had his fair share of partners over the years to know.
He gently kicks open the door and finds Kirishima scratching his head at the media stand, not knowing which one would play the old DVD he held in his hand.
Katsuki clocks it’s one of the few duo movies with both of their heroes in, having done some crossovers here and there with other well-known heroes. He’d expected Kirishima to have picked a solo Crimson Riot one, and to see he’d chosen one they’d both enjoy made his shrivelled up cold heart warm up a smidge.
“I have them all digital; you don’t have to worry about putting the DVD in, they’re more for decoration really.” He shrugs, setting the tray of delicious smelling food down on the low table in front of a cushy U-shaped sofa, clearly meant for big groups to crowd around.
“Oh, right, I’ll just uh… put this back then…” Kiri nervously laughs again, totally out of his depth with the clear wealth laid out before him.
He’s quickly forgetting about it though when he finally registers the spicy smell of curry permeating the space.
“That smells amazing, Bakugou!” he quickly, but gently, puts the DVD back in its place before moving over to the sofa, hesitating on where to sit until Bakugou just pats the space next to him with an eyeroll.
“You can sit here, shitty hair. I don’t bite.” He smirks, if only to get the exact reaction he hoped out of Kirishima.
Kiri splutters for a second, reaching for the bowl of steaming curry before him, any embarrassment long gone when he lets out a moan befitting a porno on the first bite, and making it Katsuki’s turn to blush.
“Is this chicken, too?” he asks between hearty mouthfuls of the most tender chicken thigh he’s ever tasted.
“Yeah, there’s more left over if you wanted extra, just ask.” Bakugou informs him as he turns the lights down as the movie starts.
Katsuki hands him the beer, and Kiri takes it before realising he has to drive home, talking quietly as if he were disturbing others watching like they weren’t the only two in the room, “I can’t, driving, remember?”
“You can stay over, unless you have a morning shift you have to get back for…” Katsuki tells him, “I have a couple guest rooms you could use if you want.” He says, as if it’s no big deal, but internally he’s screaming his bed is also available.
“It’s my day off actually… You sure?” Katsuki shrugs, feigning indifference as he keeps his attention on the screen. “Thanks! Then I guess I will take that beer, cheers bro.” And he’s taking a big gulp with a satisfied hum after, appreciating the way it went with the strong curry flavour and didn’t mix weird like some beer did with food.
“There’s also more of that if you want” Katsuki side eyes him, a pleased smirk on his face at seeing Kirishima enjoying his food.
Kirishima does get seconds, Katsuki going to refill his bowl, waving off the notion of pausing it, god knows he’s seen the movies enough times he could actually quote them even if it’d been several years since he’d last watched them.
In fact, once they’re both done eating, and they’re both well into their second beers, they end up doing just that when Bakugou notices Kirishima mouthing the words under his breath, probably without realising it, making Kiri jump when he leans close to whisper All Might’s lines back at him at the same time.
The duo on screen end up having a spat over how best to take down the villains, resulting in a brawl, so naturally these grown ass men with adult jobs… start play fighting, mimicking the motions on the screen without needing to look. Bakugou flips a surprised Kirishima over the back of the sofa, diving after him as they roll around on the floor, somewhere along the way the mimicry falling away to them just trying to get the upper hand.
It results in Bakugou on his back, legs locked around Kirishima’s waist, while Kiri is pinning his hands above his head as they both breath heavy from the sudden rough housing.
Bakugou isn’t sure who does it first, but a hip roll makes them both moan, surprisingly hard cocks rubbing up against each other from behind clothed confines. Kirishima hesitatingly lowers his hips, putting more pressure as if asking permission as he bites his lip, stifling another moan, watching as Bakugou openly pants out a “Fuuuck, Kiri-”
“Call me Eijirou, please, Katsuki…” Kiri begs, letting go of one hand so he can hold onto Bakugou’s tiny waist, eyes locked onto Bakugou’s mouth as he gasps hearing his name.
“Eijirou… hah- fucking kiss me already, god damn it.” And he’s yanking Kirishima towards him with his free hand. The touch of a surprisingly gentle slide of closed lips considering the force he gripped his shirt with to close the distance quickly devolves into a tongue brushing against Eijirou’s bottom lip, he opens with slight hesitation before swallowing a moan as he subconsciously rolls his hips again, Katsuki arching up to leave no space between them, moving his hand up to tangle in fight mused hair, while his other hand finds itself entwined with Kiri’s.
“W-we need to… ah, fuuuuck just like that, hah- should move this to a bed…” Katsuki manages between breaths, any hesitation Kirishima had with kissing him, he assumed over his teeth, were thrown right out the window and he was down right feral for kisses.
Kiri was a tad sloppy, but he took minor directions well when Katsuki tilted his face for a better angle and managed to coax his tongue into Kirishima's mouth, the gasp Kiri let out paled in comparison to the moan Bakugou made when he prodded the tip of his tongue to one sharp point and it took everything in him not to pull away and force Kiri’s face into his neck and ask him to bite down. A violent shudder goes through Bakugou at the mere thought, and suddenly feels the skin under his hands change as a wave of hardening rippled from Kirishima's scalp down his back.
It did something to Bakugou to know he was the cause of him losing control.
Kirishima moves the hand on Bakugou's waist, sliding it under to hold on as he sits up, taking Katsuki with him before standing like he really didn’t make a speck of difference holding on.
Eijirou already looked sex mused, the spikes he’d so carefully sculpted had fallen apart, mushed together in their tumble along the floor and where Bakugou had had hold of him. He wasn’t expecting the low gravel tone to come out of Kiri’s mouth when he asked where his bedroom was, and Kiri absolutely felt the jolt of his dick pressed against his stomach if that devastating smirk was anything to go by.
“L-last door at the end…” Katsuki gasped out, too shocked admiring how easily Kirishima moved with him out the room and down the hall, gently kicking the door open before depositing him onto the bed…
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Choose who bottoms! (Will edit with links once ready!)
Bakugou --> Chapter 2
Kirishima --> Chapter 3