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Hello there, just a quick note. I have decided to pick this story back up even though, yes, it has been 4 years. Damn that's wild. I started by tuning up, proof reading, and adding onto all of the already existing chapters and new chapters will begin coming out as soon as I am finished with fixing up the rest of the chapters, which I am actually almost done with. This story brought so many people joy so long ago and I hope it is able to do that again. Thank you for supporting me, and if you happen to be one of the people who supported this back then, then welcome back bitch <3 I hope you all enjoy.

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Shit. Shit. Shit. Bakugou was fifty dollars short on this months rent and it was due tomorrow. He was so fucked. There was no way he would be able to scrounge up fifty dollars in a day. He chewed his bottom lip worriedly, ignoring Sero's voice in his head that immediately told him to quit it. He began to run his right hand through his messy ashen blonde locks before it got caught on a nest of tangles half-way through. He grumbled another curse. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't ask anyone for money, his only friend was Sero and he was just as broke as Bakugou himself was. His parents were out of the question, he refused to let them see how much he was struggling. He yanked his right hand free and slammed it onto the table, yelling out a loud "Shit!" in the process.    Like the angel he was, Sero had decided to text him at that very moment, quickly distracting Bakugou from his impending doom and the very high chances of him being homeless. 
1:59 PM
Longterm Bootycall : BROOOOOOOO check out what I just got     A picture of a large wad of cash appeared on Bakugou's screen. Before Bakugou could even ask where the actual fuck he got that kind of cash, Sero sent another text. 
2:00 PM
Longterm Bootycall : Dude that's 3 hundo!! Me : Where the actual fuck did you get that??? Longterm Bootycall : Sugar daddy baby Me : …what. Longterm Bootycall : Yeah man! I got myself a sugar daddy. His name is Kaminari, hella hot actually, but anyways HE JUST PAID ME 300 DOLLARS SO I CAN GO SHOPPING FOR NEW CLOTHES! I've been wearing the same five shirts since senior year of high school istg. Me : You got a sugar daddy?! What the fuck Sero? How'd you even manage that? Longterm Bootycall : There's this one website where you can apply for one.     Bakugou furrowed his eyebrows. Suddenly, Sero's money problem had been solved within a day, well, he's assuming at least. He's desperate for money, he knows he is. But the real question is, is he this desperate? Is he really in such a need for money that he might really have to resort to applying for a sugar daddy online and have sex with some old geezer for money? The answer was scarily easy. Yes. He would rather fuck a 90-year-old man on life support who may very well die while Bakugou rode him than living on the streets and having to drop out of college because he can't afford to pay for the bare necessities in his life.
2:02 PM
Me : Send me the link.     As if Sero was expecting that exact response, not even a second later the link was sent and glowing a light blue, inviting Bakugou to click on it. Bakugou worried his lower lip some more, immediately hearing Sero scolding him once more in his head. He sighed shakily and opened up the link, instantly being redirected to the website that was apparently called "sugarbabydaddy.com". The front page was plain white with baby blue highlights and a header that said, "Select Your Baby". From the looks of it, the sugar daddy gets to choose everything, and the only thing the "baby" can do is say no if the offer isn't enough for them. Bakugou took a brief glance through the first page of sugar baby applicants, wrinkling his nose at some of the things that the applicants had put down. In the top left corner, there was a tab that said in bold white letters, "Baby Application".    Bakugou took another deep breath, preparing himself for the kind of questions he'll need to answer. He tapped on the tab, being redirected yet again to another page. The first question was simple enough, "Full Name". The next three things he needed to fill out were just as simple. 
I'm a -
Male    /x/
Female

Other
 
Seeking a  -
Male    /x/
Female

Both
 
Your email -

[email protected]
(Sero had made the email for him ages ago, he's too lazy to make a new one or to figure out how to change it.)     The next questions were just as basic questions that had blank tabs for him to type in his answers instead of multiple choice. 
Height -

5'4
 
Age -

21
 
Weight -

132
     The next questions were where it began to get personal. 
Virgin? -

No.
 
Favorite sexual position(s)? (If you answered yes on the last question, please leave the next few blank) -

Doggie style and the Cowgirl.
     Bakugou felt like his face was on fire. 
Are you a top or a bottom? -

Bottom.
 
Are you a Sadist, Masochist, both, or neither? -

Masochist.
 
Please list your kinks below, the more thorough the better. If you have none you know about, please skip to the next question. -

Daddy kink, praise, dirty talk, spanking, rough play, biting, and breath play.
     Bakugou didn't know if he listed those correctly, or even called them what they were technically called, but he just hopes whoever may be interested in him will understand. The final part of the application was asking for at the very least, three pictures. One of them has to be just the face. The second one has to be a full-bodied picture (can be clothed or not, applicants' choice), and the third picture has to be a full-bodied shot of the applicant in just their underwear. Bakugou tried his best to will the ferocious blush away so he could take a good picture, but it refused to disappear. Bakugou huffed in annoyance but decided to say fuck it anyway. He stood up and walked into his bedroom where he had a full-bodied mirror and took the two full bodied pictures first. The first one where he didn't have to take off his clothes, he had decided to keep them on. When his shirt and shorts came off, leaving him in his small deep red boxer briefs, his blush of embarrassment had spread from his cheeks all the way down his chest. I guess it was a good thing that Bakugou was photogenic as fuck. The one with just his face looked absolutely stunning, so he decided to keep a copy of it and send it to Sero since he always complained about Bakugou not taking enough pictures of himself.    Bakugou had hit submit and fell on his bed, his face finally returning to its original pale tone.    "This is fucking stupid. No one's gonna wanna fuck me for money."  2:14 (huh it had only taken him like 10 minutes to complete the application)Me : I did it. Longterm Bootycall : YES! Now when you snag one we can go shopping together!!  Me : IF I snag one. Longterm Bootycall : If?! You mean W H E N! Bro you're a total babe. Me : Ha yeah whatever you say. Longterm Bootycall : Send me screenshots of your application Me : Why? Longterm Bootycall : Just do it. Me : Fine.      Sero huffed a small laugh as he waited for Bakugou to send him his application. A person leaned over his shoulder and kissed his cheek.    "What's so funny baby?" Kaminari asked as he looked towards Sero's phone.    "My friend has been struggling just like me for some cash, so I told him to sign up for a sugar daddy too. He's sending me his application in a sec." Kaminari 'ooed' in excitement as he jumped to the right side of Sero in the middle of the mall.    "Can I see it too? I wanna know my baby's friends!"    "Friend, and yeah!  Actually, I'm gonna hop to the bathroom so just look at it when he sends it." Sero handed the unlocked phone over to Kaminari and jogged off to the bathroom.    "Okay! Hurry back!" Sero nodded over his shoulder, smiling. Kaminari sighed blissfully as he waited for the application. Sero really was great. Suddenly, a harsh vibration shook his right hand and he quickly brought the phone up to his face, eagerly scanning this guys application. Slowly, Kaminari's eyes widened. He couldn't believe it. This guy sounded perfect for one of his best buddies who had been in search for a new sugar baby. He just needed to make sure that this dude had the perfect fa-HOLY SHIT HE WAS ABSOLUTELY STUNNING. Like. Model level stunning. Step onto the scene and make everyone stop and stare at you kind of stunning. He was just his best bro's type. Kaminari forwarded the three screenshots to himself, and then sent them to his friend from his phone. Kirishima's gonna nut just by reading the dude's description, then he's gonna die when he actually gets to the pictures. He's literally Kiri's dream guy, and he's so excited for him! All of Kiri's past sugar babies had only lasted a day or two, the longest one being a week. Kaminari felt bad about it, he had always had amazing luck, especially now with Sero, and his best bro deserved the same! It wasn't that the past sugar babies weren't attractive, Kiri had said time and time again that that didn’t really matter, but they had never been compatible, both in bed and as people. That was going to change with Sero's friend, Kaminari was sure of it.    "Kami, did he send it yet?" Kaminari jumped at the sound of Sero's voice right next to him.    "Yes! He did!" Kaminari shoved Sero's phone into his face, showing him the pictures. Sero whistled, impressed.    "Man, Bakugou's going to get a lot of offers no problem." Kaminari frowned deeply, because it was true. That was like the dream application right there. So many people were gonna offer him different wages, restrictions, most would even offer a "proper" place to stay and to pay his rent if he decides not to move in with them. Kirishima's just going to have to get there before anyone else. Then, as if Kirishima knew what Kaminari was thinking, his phone buzzed with a text from Kiri. 
2:27 PM
Shark Week : Holy. Shit.

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Kirishima had woken up on the wrong side of the bed this afternoon. His back hurt, his stomach was empty, and he was unsatisfied. His latest match isn't even going to last a full day or two like they usually do. His least favorite part after these experiences is having to tell the other person that it's not working out and that they have to leave. He's gonna feel bad about it, sure, but it just didn't feel right. The sex left him bored and he even found himself yawning and spacing out at times. When it came to them having a conversation, it was all forced, there was no flow whatsoever and it felt exhausting trying that hard. Kirishima couldn't help but feel that he would never find a decent partner. Was he just expecting too much from the relationship? Was it so wrong to want to be compatible with the baby both in bed and emotionally? He wasn't thinking about it for romantic reasons, but he would like to be able to hold a conversation that isn't awkward and forced. After sex he wants to be able to laugh and be able to wind down with a fun conversation. Kirishima had gotten out of bed and felt immediate pain shoot from his shoulders. He winced as he brought a hand up to feel around his shoulder blades, discovering the deep scratches his partner for the night had marked him with. Kirishima's frown deepened. Scratching was cool and all, but only if he was feeling it, you know? If you aren't actually having a good time, getting scratched like a fucking cat post just makes you want to jump out the window or slam your head repeatedly against the wall.     A groan had resounded through the well decorated room, causing Kirishima to turn his head towards the figure that was wrapped like a mummy in his sheets and blankets. The persons curly brown head popped out, making eye contact with Kirishima's red eyes. The person, whose name he had just then remembered, was Timothy. Timothy smiled, exposing his brace covered teeth.     "Good morning, Kiri!" Kirishima tried to keep the sour look off his face at that, he only really liked it when people close to him called him Kiri.     "Uh, g'morning," Kirishima had to force himself to say, his voice was strangled from the lack of use.     "So, what's for breakfast babe?" Kirishima's eyebrows involuntarily furrowed.     "Ah, about that-"    "Can it be pancakes? Ooh, or waffles! Can we have bacon too?" Kirishima closed his eyes and took a deep breath.     "Look, I'm sorry dude, bu-"    "I'll go make us something actually!" With that, Timothy had jumped out of bed, pale ass and tan legs exposed, and ran off to the kitchen. Kirishima's eyebrows shot up as quickly as the rest of him.    "Wait a minute! We need to talk dude!" Kirishima briskly walked out of his bedroom and into the kitchen, already seeing Timothy searching through his cabinets.     "Talk about what? How much money you're going to give me? 'Cause if that's it, just give me like two hundred and we'll call it good!" Kirishima hated guys like this.     "No, it isn't about money."    "Then what is it about?"    "I don't think this is going to work out." Timothy had stood frozen, eyebrows drawn down and eyes squinted. The pan he was holding in his hand dropped harshly to the floor with a loud clang. Kirishima flinched at the noise, not expecting the boy to be so shocked he would drop something.     "It isn't anything against you, I swear! I just thought about it for a while last night and I just don't think I'm in the right place to be supporting someone else!" That was a lie. Timothy growled, actually growled, and stomped over to Kirishima and grabbed his broad shoulders, his expression suddenly changing from one of anger and shock to a look of pleading and desperation.     "No! No! You can't! We had sex! Isn't this how this thing works?! You're supposed to give me whatever I want, and I have sex with you! That's the deal! We had sex so I get to stay!" Kirishima felt like he was experiencing a major case of whiplash. What a change in personality!    "I'm really sorry. I'll pay you a hundred for the trouble I caused you and the sex (even though it sucked). I'm sure you'll find someone else in no time." The boy's curls shook along with the rest of his body in rage.    "What do you take me for?! I am not some cheap hundred-dollar whore!"     "I never said you we-!" The boy had shoved Kirishima, or tried to anyway.     "Whatever! I'm out of here!" He had stomped off to Kirishima's room, rushed grunts coming from the boy who was clearly trying to put on his hella tight skinny jeans as quick as possible. In just a matter of seconds, Kirishima's bedroom door had slammed shut and the boy was stomping back out, his hoodie in hand. Kirishima went to apologize once more, only to be interrupted with the bird being flipped in his face. Timothy had left right after that, slamming the door on his way out. Kirishima sighed and plopped down on his couch, deciding to just grab the remote and watch whatever was on. As soon as an old rerun of America's Funniest Home Videos came on, his phone vibrated on the table where he must have left it last night. He grabbed it, thankful for any kind of distraction. 12:30 PMITSPIKACHU : Hey bro how'd that new baby work out? Me : :( Not good bro ITSPIKACHU : You'll find a good match someday! YOU JUST GOTTA BELIEVE!Me : lol Me : how's YOUR new baby working out? You wouldn't stop freaking out the other day because of his applicationITSPIKACHU: SO WHAT! Do you know how HARD it is to find someone who matches your needs PERFECTLY?! Me : um DUH dude remember what I just told youITSPIKACHU : Whateverrrrrr ITSPIKACHU : anywho!ITSPIKACHU : come to the mall with Sero and I! It'll be funMe : NaahhhhhhhhhITSPIKACHU : Fine I won't push youITSPIKACHU : BUT! ITSPIKACHU :  I swear! one of these days ima find you a great match!Me : Please do.Me : I'm lonely :(((((ITSPIKACHU : I gotchu BMe : <3ITSPIKACHU : Btw broMe : ?ITSPIKACHU : You better not spend the whole day watching AFHV reruns :)Me : pffft whaaaaat idk what youre talking about bro :DITSPIKACHU : >:) whatever dude I totally called you outITSPIKACHU : I bet it's already playing    Kirishima glanced up at the large flat screen on the wall just in time to watch a little girl open up a Christmas present only to find a small puppy inside, cheerfully yelling out "A FROG!" It was absolutely delightful. Kirishima laughed to himself and then frowned after remembering what he and Kaminari were just talking about. Me : shut up. Go on your date or whatever with SeroITSPIKACHU : I will! And it's gonna be great. Luh you biiitchMe : Luh you too biiiiiiiitch    Kirishima dropped his phone next to him, slumping more into the couch with a huff. He should start looking for a new baby. If he just kept trying, he's bound to finally find at least somewhat decent match. With another huff, Kirishima sat up, pulling his laptop open and onto his lap. The website was already opened, already displaying the newest applicants. He clicked on the newest applicant whose name was Takashi. The moment Kiri saw that he was a top he clicked out, frowning. He just didn't have the motivation to search right now. He shut his computer and set it back on the coffee table in front of him. Hysterical laughter came from the TV and Kirishima looked up, laughing at the little boy who belly flopped into a lake, his dog belly flopping in after him. His stomach suddenly growled, reminding him of the emptiness he had yet to fill. He reached for his phone, calling and ordering a plain cheese pizza. Too much had already happened this morning for him to contemplate what he could get on his pizza.     The pizza had been delivered in the promised time, which was around an hour, and Kirishima just kicked back, stuffed his face with pizza, and watched America's Funniest Home Videos despite what Kaminari had said. He had gotten so sucked into the greatness that was AFHV, that he lost track of time. Only the soft vibration of his phone was able to pull him out of his trance. ITSPIKACHU : Dude.Me : what?ITSPIKACHU : I found something that you're gonna wanna seeMe : what is it?ITSPIKACHU : THIS!!! :D    A couple pictures popped up onto his screen, the words small. He clicked on the first picture, everything clearing up right away. Kirishima was surprised to see that it was a sugar baby application.     "Bakugou Katsuki?" Kirishima liked the name. There was something strong about it, and it rolled off the tongue nicely. The more he read about this Bakugou person, the more his smile widened, and his eyes sparkled with excitement. 5'4? Size difference was hot. Kiri wasn't gonna lie, he loved it when his partner rode him, the view was always top notch. Doggie style? Perfect. It was a great position to pull on his partners hair and spank their ass. Kirishima couldn't help but bite his lip out of excitement. This Bakugou person was a bottom, a masochist, and he had listed all of Kiri's favorite kinks. Kirishima found himself reading and scrolling faster, eager to see what he looked like. His heart stopped. He felt like all of the air in his lungs had been knocked out of him in an instant. This guy's face was amazing, he was made of sharp lines and angles, but he somehow managed to make those sharp features look soft. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his eyes soft and embarrassed, his lower lip pouted out just a little. Kirishima is probably the only person who would even notice it.     Kirishima had to close his eyes and take several deep breaths when he saw the clothed full-bodied shot. Not only was his face gorgeous, but so was what he could see of his body. This guy had muscle, but it wasn't like Kirishima's where it stuck out considerably. His was smoothed down but still there. His shoulders were slim which fit his smaller build, and his skin was so fair. It looked extremely soft. When Kirishima swiped to the final photo, he squeaked and dropped his phone, opting to cover his face with his hands and take several more deep breaths. He had never gotten embarrassed when looking at his potential partners' underwear shots. He let out a shaky breath and reached down to pick up his phone, turning the screen over to show Bakugou in only his underwear and hot damn did red look good on him. Bakugou's waist was slim, his chest was rounded and toned, and oh my god his fucking legs. Toned, slim, yet powerful. Everything about this man was godlike and Kirishima thought he was going to die by just looking at a picture of him. Bless Kaminari. Bless his soul. 
2:27 PM
Me : Holy. Shit.ITSPIKACHU : Ikr?! HE'S PERFECT FOR YOU!Me : dude I got excited by just reading the descriptionMe : HOW DO YOU THINK I FELT WHEN I S A W HIM.  ITSPIKACHU : I KNOW DUDE! Me : How'd you even find him?!ITSPIKACHU : He's actually Sero's friend! Apparently he's struggling with money so my beautiful babe suggested the website ITSPIKACHU : and wellITSPIKACHU : here we are! :DMe : I don't even know what to say broITSPIKACHU : you don't have to say anything dude! Just make sure you contact him quick you saw his description and what he looks likeITSPIKACHU : offers are gonna be flooding his inbox in no timeITSPIKACHU : so I'd hurry and make my move ASAPMe : I'm gonna do thatITSPIKACHU : go get him tiger!!! >:D    Kirishima yanked his laptop forward once more, this time with determination and motivation. He opened up his email and took a deep breath, ready to make an offer that Bakugou hopefully couldn't refuse.     Subject : I saw your application
    Hi there! My name is Kirishima Eijirou, and I'd like to make you an offer. 
    Kirishima had decided to offer up a place to live if the blonde needed it. He made sure to tell him that money was no problem, because it really wasn't, and told him to email him back and let him know how he feels. He also made sure to attach a picture of himself to the email. It wasn't fair if he was the only one who got to see what the other looked like. Kirishima nervously and eagerly sent the email. To distract himself from the agonizing wait, he turned his attention once more to AFHV, already laughing along with the audience. He had set his laptop back on the table once more, this time leaving it slightly open, and spent over an hour watching and laughing along with funny and cute videos.     The moment he heard the familiar ding of a new email, Kirishima rushed forward and opened his laptop all the way, his breathing stopped in anticipation.      Subject : Re : I saw your application
    Let's meet up and talk. You free today?
     Kirishima's heart stopped for the second time that day.

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It hadn't even been two hours since he had posted his application, and yet his ridiculous email inbox was already flooded with over 100 different offers. Bakugou went through most of them, finding it harder to choose one than expected. He once more brought his teeth down onto his lip, trying to decide who to choose. All of them sounded just fine, he was desperate after all. At this point he was just going to just close his eyes and randomly pick one, it was getting ridiculous. The moment he finished reading one offer, another just as good one would pop up. Just as he was going to give up, he got another email. He was contemplating just ignoring it until he noticed that this one, unlike all the others, had an image attachment.     "That's different," he grumbled, tapping on the newest email. He ignored the offer all together and tapped on the picture, getting a high def, or as high def as he can get on his shitty broken iPhone 5, picture of the most gorgeous human being Bakugou had ever seen. Bakugou felt like he had been punched in the gut. He was drop dead gorgeous, definitely not an old bag of dust, and he was willing to pay him for his services. Bakugou would not hate to be sucking this guy off for money. Without even needing to think about it, he replied and told the hot guy to meet him at his favorite coffee shop, Coffee for All. After he sent the email, he tossed his phone beside him and breathed out a long sigh. Would this guy be willing to give him 50 up front? He really needed to pay his rent. His apartment was an absolute shithole, but it was his absolute shithole, and he loved it. The bathroom sink always leaked, there was a mouse he had named Patch when he first moved in because a spot on its ass was black instead of gray, his freezer was more like a fridge and his fridge was more like a cupboard that Patch and his friends couldn't get into, and there was a spot on the floor right in front of his bed that sagged and would surely collapse through to the apartment below him one of these days. He huffed and stared at the ceiling. God, he wanted a salted caramel mocha frap so fucking bad but he was so fucking broke. Bakugou was hoping that the guy he was meeting with in an hour would be kind enough to buy him a coffee.     Bakugou grunted as he pushed himself off his gross but lovable patched couch and made his way to his room. Bakugou avoided what he had deemed "the sink hole" and made his way to his bed to grab his gold studio beats. They were the only expensive thing he owned, and he treated them like they were his life. Well, at this point, they kind of were. Music was the only thing that kept him sane and the only thing that kept him entertained on those nights when he finished another book and has to wait another week to save up the seven dollars it takes to buy a good quality book from the thrift store down the road where Sero works. Music also helped him sleep at night when the traffic outside became too loud or when the neighbors argued too late into the night. Music was his best friend besides Sero. Bakugou's pretty sure that he would have a mental breakdown if his headphones broke. Bakugou carefully picked them up and slipped them over his spikey blonde hair, fitting them snug over his ears. He pressed the small button on the right side that turns on the Bluetooth, hearing the familiar sound of them connecting to his phone automatically. Bakugou opened up his Spotify and tapped on the playlist he made titled simply by an emoji of a city at night. Spotify was the only thing he made sure he was always able to pay at the end of each month. His thumb pressed gently on the bright green shuffle button and the smooth guitar to, "I Love You So" by The Walters started up and filled his ears. Bakugou hummed, pleased with the song. He turned around, once more avoiding the sink hole, and made his way out of his apartment, grabbing his keys and locking his door on the way out.     As Bakugou made his way out of his apartment building altogether, the soft and misleading beginning to, "True Love Café" by Nicole Dollanganger started up, making him snort. Sero would probably have a field day with him if he found out that Bakugou listened to this kind of music. He just couldn't help it though. No one would think that such a soft and innocent sounding voice would sing such graphic words. Bakugou has to restrain himself from laughing as he passes a couple. No one has a clue that he's listening to a song about a dude eating this chick out.    Bakugou walks about a block and a half until, "Teenage Girl" by Cherry Glazerr came on. He subconsciously started nodding his head to the beat and tapping his hand on his right leg as he walked. He was almost to Coffee for All so he turned down his music some and with just a few large strides, he had made it to the large double doors. He walked inside, greeted with the crisp air from the AC doing its job and the always welcoming smell of coffee grounds and different types of tea. Bakugou's lips quirked up slightly in a fond smile. He could never find it in himself to keep a serious frown in this place. He pulled his headphones down around his neck at the wave the familiar barista, Tsuyu, gave him. Noticing that no one was up there at the moment, Bakugou made his way to the counter and his smile widened, just a little.     "Hey Tsu, been busy today?" The girl with green hair and wide eyes smiled and nodded her head.    "Isn't it always?" Bakugou hummed in agreement, because it was true. This place was famous for their fast service and phenomenal drinks and pastries. Bakugou looked around behind the counter, not finding anyone else.    "Who else is on today?"     "Just Jirou. We gave Mineta the day off today." Bakugou frowned at Mineta's name. That guy was a total perve and he also royally sucked at making coffee.     "Why hasn't that grape fucker been fired yet?" Tsuyu shrugged.     "I don't know, I think it's just because we're short on staff." Bakugou huffed at that.     "Then-"    "Jirou and I won't let you," Tsuyu interrupted.     "Why? You know for a fact that I'd be ten times better than that asshole any day."     "That's exactly why we won't let you do it." Spoke another voice coming from the kitchen.     "That doesn't make any fuckin' sense Evanescence," Bakugou growled out with no real bite behind it.      "I told you to stop calling me that," Jirou emerged from the kitchen with a huff, "and what I'm trying to say is, you'd overwork yourself."    "Like hell I would."     "Bakugou, you already have three other jobs, you can't handle another one on top of college. You can barely handle the three you have now." Jirou spoke, poorly hiding her concerned tone.    "And don't lie to us, I can see the dark circles under your eyes." Tsuyu piped up. Bakugou sighed in defeat.     "Whatever, but if you ever want me to kick Mineta's ass, just say the word."     "We will," The girls said in sync.     "You're a good friend Bakugou," Tsuyu said with a smirk. Bakugou turned on his heel and headed toward his usual table in the right corner by one of the windows.     "Not a friend," Bakugou reminded her, "just a good acquaintance." Jirou rolled her eyes. They were totally friends, Bakugou's just allergic to the word. Just as Bakugou sat down, one of the doors to the coffee shop opened, revealing the handsome redheaded man that had emailed him earlier. Bakugou took a deep breath. He just had to sell it. He needed those fifty dollars. He needed money fast. The man with red hair and eyes scanned the coffee shop, eyes eventually meeting Bakugou's bright crimson ones. Kirishima smiled brightly, making his way over to Bakugou's table. The moment he sat down, Bakugou could smell cinnamon and sandalwood come off in gentle waves from the man in front of him. He was taller than he had expected him to be, a lot taller actually, not like he was complaining or anything. The man brought his hand up for a handshake, smiling kindly at Bakugou with both awe and eagerness.     "Hi, I'm Kirishima Eijirou! It's nice to meet you." Bakugou looked down at Kirishima's large hand and then back up into Kirishima's eyes. Bakugou's hand reached out as well, grasping Kirishima's hand and letting his own be engulfed by the others. That was hot.    "Bakugou Katsuki."     The only thing that was going through either of their minds in that moment was, "holy shit." Kirishima didn't want to let go of Bakugou's small hand, but he knew he had to. If he sealed this deal, then he could hold the others extremely soft hand for as long as he wanted to. Kirishima reluctantly let go, and Bakugou took his hand back slowly and stuffed it back in his sweatpants pocket. Kirishima quietly clears his throat, he's just so nervous.     "So, did you think about it?"    "I did."    "And?" Kirishima's hands were sweaty with anticipation, his throat was stuffy, and his mind was racing.     Please say yes, please say yes, please sa-    "I have two things you have to do first." Kirishima blinked owlishly, not expecting anything other than a 'no' to come out of the unbelievably beautiful blonde's mouth. Kirishima's smile turned nervous.     "Okay...what are they?" Bakugou smiled slightly. This guy was cute.    "I need fifty upfront and a large, salted caramel mocha frap." Kirishima's eyebrows raised so high Bakugou thought they might disappear into his hairline.    "What?! Fifty thousand?! Are you nuts?! We don't even know if we'll be compatible and tha-!"    "No ya fuckin' moron! Fifty dollars."  Kirishima blinked again. Only fifty dollars? Most people ask for at least 150 up front.    "You only want....fifty dollars?"    "That's what I just said, ain't it?" Bakugou's right eyebrow rose slightly.     "You don't-You don't want more?" Bakugou snorted and leaned back in his chair slightly.     "Don't need more. Fifty's just fine. Don't forget about the salted caramel though, that's part of this deal." Kirishima nodded and shot up out of his chair.     "One large salted caramel....uh..."    "Mocha frap," Bakugou finished off for him. Kirishima nodded, determination and excitement filled his eyes.     "One large, salted caramel mocha frap, coming right up."    "And?"    "And fifty dollars."    "Sounds like we've got ourselves a deal then, Kirishima." Kirishima nodded happily, smiling wide to reveal the two rows of sharp pointed teeth.     "We sure do." Kirishima brought his hand up once more, Bakugou meeting him in the middle and shaking it right away. This time instead of a shake of greeting, it was a shake to seal the deal. As the redheaded man walked towards the counter to place his order, Bakugou felt himself relax. Maybe this wasn't going to be as bad as he initially thought.

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Kirishima had left to go order Bakugou's drink, leaving Bakugou alone at the table with his thoughts. This was really happening. He had shaken on it. He was officially a sugar baby. God he hated those words together. The door to the shop opened, signaling that another patron had arrived.     "Welcome t-oh it's just you," Jirou's sweetened tone had turned bitter and dismissive once she had seen who had walked into the shop.     "Now, now baby. Don't get too excited." Ew. It was fucking Mineta. He wasn't supposed to be working today, so why the fuck was he here? Bakugou knew for a fact that Mineta always went to fucking Starbucks for his coffee, so he never came here on his days off. "I would appreciate it if I was treated like any other customer hot stuff." Bakugou wanted to throw up. This fucker always made him feel angry and sick at the same time. He could practically hear Jirou's eyes rolling in their sockets from where he was sitting.     "Fine, sir, what can I get for you today?"     "Plain black, tall."     "Unlike you," Jirou spoke flatly as she wrote the order down on the cup and handed it to Tsuyu to make. Once he had received his coffee, he looked around for a seat. His eyes landed on Bakugou and the empty seat that was in front of him and he made his way over quickly, plopping himself down in front of the ash blonde without permission. The moment his purple ass sat in the seat, Bakugou's head snapped up and his eyes narrowed.    "What the fuck are you doing?"     "Sitting here, duh. Geeze Katsu, haven't had your coffee yet? Want a sip of mine?" Mineta held up the disgustingly bitter drink up towards Bakugou's face, giving it a slight shake.     "First of all, fuck off. Second of all, fuck off and don't call me that. And third of all, I know you don't drink black coffee you little shit. It's too bitter for you to handle but you waste three dollars on it anyway because you think it makes you look "cool", but it just makes you look like a fucking prick." Mineta hummed and took a fake sip of his coffee.     "This seat wasn't taken, so I'll sit here if I want." Bakugou's eye twitched in annoyance. He just ignored everything he said.     "Actually, this seat is taken you fuck so get the hell out of my sight you fucking purple midget." Mineta spit out the non-existent drink of coffee he had in his mouth and laughed. Laughed so hard that the people in the surrounding area began to look at them. The last thing Bakugou wanted was to be associated with a piece of garbage like him.    "Real funny Katsu! Taken by who!"    "By me." Mineta froze in an instant. The voice was deep with a little rasp to it, it was light with some dark undertones. Mineta turned around, eyes meeting a man's chest. His eyes scanned up, meeting bright ruby ones.     "Y-You're sitting here?" He asked in disbelief. Just who was this guy?     "Yes, and I would appreciate it if you got out of my seat." Mineta shivered at the strangers' words, feeling a sense of impending doom if he didn't hurry up and get out of the chair.    "Yes sir! I am so sorry!" Mineta jumped out of his chair, grabbing his still completely full cup of coffee and ran to the other side of the shop to another empty table. Kirishima sat down, a wide smile on his face and Bakugou's favorite drink in hand.     "Here you go!" Kirishima slid the freshly made drink towards Bakugou. He grabbed the drink quickly, putting the straw into his mouth and biting down on it because of his sensitive teeth. He practically moaned when the salty bitterness with just a hint of sugar and caramel came through and hit his tongue. He bit down on the few small, salted caramel chips that made their way into his mouth as he swallowed the large swig he had taken. Kirishima bit the inside of his cheek at the noise. Bakugou's happiness was disrupted by someone suddenly playing the absolute worst song in history on the jukebox. It was screamo. Fucking screamo. Bakugou cringed in disgust.     "Are you okay? Was the drink not made right? I can go back and get you another one!" Kirishima offered quickly, a look of concern taking over his features. The moment the blonde's eyebrows furrowed and a snarl came onto his beautiful face, Kirishima felt his heart speed up. This was someone he wanted to keep happy. Bakugou met his eyes and forced his eyebrows to loosen up. He sighed.    "It's not the drink. It's fucking delicious as always. Tsuyu knows what the fuck she's doing."    "Then what is it?"     "Are ya deaf or something? Listen to the shit some fuckwad put on." Kirishima blinked; the blonde had once again surprised him with his words. Kirishima hadn't really paid attention to what had been playing, but once he focused on it, he realized that it really was shit. He scrunched up his face.    "This..."    "Sounds like someone took a goat and ran it over thirty times," Bakugou finished for him. Kirishima smiled. He had taken the words right out of his mouth. Kirishima pulled out his wallet, thumbing through the large bills and found a five buried between a fifty and a twenty. He pulled it out and handed it to Bakugou with a wide grin. Bakugou just looked at it confused.    "What're you doing? You already said you'd give me the fifty I wanted." Kirishima's smile seemed to widen just a little more. Cute.     "It's for the jukebox. A dollar a song, right? Have fun, choose something good." Bakugou huffed and snatched the five, walking over to the jukebox.    "You bet your ass I'll choose something good," Bakugou mumbled as he stopped in front of the jukebox, scoffing in disgust at the screamo that seemed to never end. He inserted the five and scrolled through the thousand plus options. His first choice was, 'Stay' by Maurice Williams & The Zodiacs. As tempted as he was to play Britney and Gaga, he restrained himself and went a smoother route. It was a relaxing coffee shop after all. He didn't need people complaining about the atmosphere being ruined because Britney was talking about killing the lights. At least he had some respect, unlike whoever the fuck played the shit that had finally decided to end. His other four picks were, 'Yes' by Merry Clayton, 'Hungry Eyes' by Eric Carmen, 'Be My Baby' by The Ronettes, and as a closer, 'The Time of My Life' by Bill Medley. These, in his opinion, were the best songs in Dirty Dancing. The moment Stay started playing a couple people cheered while a couple others looked confused. He made his way back to his table, noticing Kirishima tapping his pointer finger to the beat. When he sat down, he was greeted by Kirishima's happy smile.    "Great song, man."     Bakugou smiled a little. "You a fan of Dirty Dancing or you do you just like the song?"     "I've actually never heard this song before," Kirishima spoke shyly as he rubbed the back of his neck in slight embarrassment. Bakugou leaned back in shock.    "It doesn't ring any bells? None whatsoever?" Kirishima shook his head in response. "Then that means that you've never seen Dirty Dancing," Bakugou came to his conclusion.     "Is that like a show or something?"     "Dirty Dancing is one of the best movies in history, and you mean to tell me, that you've never even heard of it?" Bakugou felt like he was about to have an aneurism.     "Yes?"     "No fucking way. You're lying to me." Bakugou looked at him in disbelief and Kirishima smiled.    "Nope."     "You're watching it tonight."     "You're going to force me to watch a movie?" Kirishima laughed.    "Not just any movie. Dirty Dancing. You're watching it tonight. I'm sure you can afford to rent it online." Kirishima chuckled at the blonde's straightforwardness and boy oh boy that was quite the sound to his ears.     "I guess I'm gonna have to if you're this passionate about it."     "You bet your ass you're gonna have to." Bakugou took another sip of his drink. "Next you're gonna say something like you've never seen The Goonies or Sixteen Candles, or any other 80s classic." Kirishima looked away and Bakugou's jaw dropped.     "Now you're kidding, right? The Goonies! It's our time! It's our time down here! The truffle shuffle!"     "I never really had an interest in watching movies in general. So, I don't know that many." Kirishima blushed and Bakugou slammed his hand on the table.     "That's it. Tomorrow we're doing a fucking movie marathon."    "A what?"    "A movie. Marathon. I'm gonna show you the best movie classics out there, you got that? So don't get Dirty Dancing tonight, save it for tomorrow." Kirishima couldn't find words to respond. "Thanks for the drink, can I get that 50 now? I gotta go and give it to my asshole of a landlord so I don't get kicked to the curb." Kirishima was disappointed that their meet-up was coming to an end so quickly, but if he really needed to pay his rent then who was he to try and stop him?     "Sure thing!" Kirishima thumbed through his wallet once more, snagging out the 50 and sliding it across the table. Bakugou snatched it and stood up, making sure to bring his drink with him.    "Just send me your phone number to my email, kay?" Bakugou mumbled as he began to walk away. It all happened so fast. One moment they were (actually just Bakugou) talking about having a movie marathon together and the next, Bakugou is walking out the front doors, the chiming of the bell signaling his departure.     Kirishima could already tell that he was going to like having Bakugou as his baby.

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Here he was. Top floor of one of the most beautiful and extravagant buildings he's ever seen, standing right in front of Kirishima's door. It wasn't a big deal. Just knock, go in and show that fucker the amazing world of movie classics, and then go home. Bakugou took a deep breath and quickly knocked on the redhead's door three times. He heard quick footsteps, a loud thud that was followed by a poorly muffled "ow", and then the door swung open revealing the breathtaking man that had so kindly bought him coffee the other day.     "Glad you could find it!" Kirishima spoke as he stepped aside to let Bakugou into the modernized loft with just an outstanding view. "Have a seat! What do ya want to drink?"     "Sunny D."     "Okay!" Bakugou whipped his head around and to his disbelief, Kirishima was pulling out a large unopened jug of Sunny D, already pouring it into a tall clear glass that probably costed more than Bakugou's piece of shit phone. The blonde turned and headed for the large black couch that was in the middle of the room facing the left wall that hung the biggest TV that Bakugou has ever laid his eyes on.     "The remotes right there on the coffee table in front of you. Choose whatever movie you wanna start with." Kirishima rounded the couch, two glasses in hand. One was Bakugou's Sunny D and the other was what Bakugou bet was tea. Bakugou grabbed the remote that was on the coffee table in front of him and went to the Vudu app he was grateful Kirishima had, and immediately typed in Pretty in Pink. It was a perfect one to start Kirishima on. It was funny but also dramatic. The ending always made him tear up, although he wouldn't admit that to many people.     "Pretty in Pink? What's it about?" Bakugou rolled his eyes.    "Just watch and you'll see." Kirishima wanted to ask more but decided to keep his mouth shut after he saw the look of anticipation and excitement hiding just beneath the surface of Bakugou's face. Kirishima brought his hands together twice, the lights turning off in response. Bakugou wanted to comment, but the movie started up and his attention was immediately swept away by Molly Ringwald, or in this case, Andie. ~     "What's wrong with her! Doesn't she see that Duckie is way better?!" Kirishima screamed as Bakugou nodded his head furiously in agreement.     "Fuck her anyway, Duckie deserves someone who cares about him." This time it was Kirishima who nodded in agreement.     "How could she look so disinterested while he danced his heart out in the middle of the record store?" Kirishima took a handful of popcorn that they had gotten out at some point and threw it at the tv, missing by a long shot.     "There's like nothing there. And if he's going to drag her ass to a party the least he can do is make sure she's actually fucking enjoying herself. If she wants to leave take her somewhere else, not upstairs, fucking idiot."    "God, I know right? And they just sat on the couch while that one girl talked trash about her right there? If he really cared about her, he would have grabbed her hand and gotten out of there right away."     Turns out, Kirishima is the perfect movie buddy. Sero hates watching movies with Bakugou because he can't keep his comments to himself. If a movie frustrates him, he's not afraid to say so. Or if the main character makes terrible decisions, Bakugou is always shouting about how big of a dumbass they are and what they should have done instead. Bakugou was a little worried about that, but it turns out he didn't have to be, because Kirishima was the exact same way. In Bakugou's opinion, making little comments together makes the movie just that more interesting. He's seen this movie a million times, so it's nice to have a fresh minds opinion on it. Who knew Kirishima could be so passionate about a film?  ~     Oh, fucking christ. It was the scene. The 'tell me the truth' scene.     "I called you three times, and I left messages."  Kirishima shoved a giant mouthful of popcorn into his mouth as he watched the scene unfold in anticipation. 
    "Yeah? Well, I-I didn't get them my family they're irresponsible about that stuff."

"I waited for you this morning."

"Yeah? Where?"

"Parking lot. I saw you and I thought you that you saw me."

"No."

"What about prom, Blaine?"

"Andie, I'm having a bad day. Can we talk later?"

"No. What about prom?"

"C'mon, why don't we just meet after school-"

"No! What about prom?"

"Andie, c'mon!"

"Just say it."

"What?"

"Just say it. I wanna hear you say it."

"Andie please, alright?"

"I wanna hear you say it."

"A month ago I asked somebody else and I forgot."

"You're a liar! You're a filthy fucking, no good liar! You don't have the guts to tell me the truth! Just say it!"

"I'm not lying."

"Tell me!"

"What?"

"Tell me!"

"What do you wanna hear?!"

"Just tell me!"

"What?"

"You're ashamed to be seen with me! You're ashamed to go out with me! You're afraid! You're terrified your goddamn rich friends won't approve! Just say it! Just tell me the truth!"

"You don't understand that it has nothing at all to do with you."

"Andie!"
     "WHAT THE HELL?! What a jerk!" Kirishima was standing up on the couch now, practically pulling out his hair. This scene always worked Bakugou up too. He always wanted to hop into the movie and push Blaine against the lockers himself. Kirishima plopped back down onto the cushion, angrily grabbing another fistful of popcorn and shoving the pieces into his mouth. He chomped down on the popped kernels like they personally shot his mother. Bakugou knows Kirishima's pain. The first time Bakugou ever watched this movie he had literally broken his tv remote from chucking it out of frustration. His mom had yelled at him and grounded him for a week over it. Kirishima groaned next to him.    "God this is like having teeth pulled! This is torture! Blaine's a jerk, Andie has poor taste, and Duckie is sad and hurt! I don't want Duckie to be sad and hurt! He deserves love and happiness and Andie's just tap dancing on his heart!" Bakugou snorted at the comparison. It was strangely accurate.     "Why is Blaine crying?! He doesn't have a right to cry!" Bakugou smiled. He was having fun. It had been a while since he's been able to fully unleash the commenting and screaming beast when watching a movie with someone else. If Kirishima was this worked up over this scene, he would be chucking chairs angry when it came time for prom.  ~     "Oh my god! It's Duckie! Andie and Duckie are going to prom together! YES! YES! YES!" Kirishima was about to be disappointed, and so was Bakugou even though he's seen and cried because of this scene numerous times.         "I always believed in you. You just didn't believe in me. I love you."      "Ha! Well too late, because the Duck-man has her now!" Kirishima was smiling too much. Bakugou wasn't ready for the disappointment and sadness to take over the gorgeous man's face, but it was inevitable. The blonde held his breath as he waited for the movie to come to its conclusion.     "Andie. He came here alone. 'Kay you're right. He's not like the others. If you don't go to him now, I'm never gonna take you to another prom again, ya here me? I mean it's an incredibly romantic moment and you're ruining it with me."
 
    "What? No! Duckie! What're you saying man?!" Oh no. Here it comes.     "Thanks, Duckie." 
    "Go ahead!"

"NO! STOP! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!"      "Blaine!"
    
    "NO!" Kirishima immediately covered up his eyes so he didn't have to see Blaine and Andie making out as the credits rolled in. Bakugou didn't cry this time, thanks to Kirishima's antics. Speaking of, Kirishima didn't seem to be holding up too well. Little sniffles were coming from underneath the hands that covered his face.     "It's so stupid! Why did Duckie do that?!" Bakugou patted his shoulder in response, hoping that it would be enough to soothe his aching heart.     "At least it's implied that Duckie and that blonde bitch become something, or at least she has some interest in him." That just seemed to make Kirishima even more upset.    "But! I wanted to see Duckie happy! He was not happy! You could see it on his face! This is so upsetting!" If Bakugou wasn't so constipated when it came to comfort, Kirishima would be done crying by now. But he's not. He has no clue what to do. His hand rests awkwardly on Kirishima's shoulder as the other man shakes with his tears and frustrations. Bakugou doesn't know what to say.     "So....did you like the movie?" The blonde felt insensitive for asking, but it was the only thing he could think of saying to help break the redhead out of his emotions. Kirishima shot straight up, revealing his tear-stained cheeks and furrowed eyebrows.    "I did! So much! But god it's just too much to handle!" Bakugou understood, he really did. Kirishima wiped his tears and took a few deep breaths as he tried to calm himself down. What a rollercoaster. "What's next?"Bakugou smiled. Sixteen Candles sounded good.

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It was late, like, really late when the final movie of the night, Dirty Dancing, ended. Bakugou had tried not to cry, he really did, but the way they danced together with Time of My Life playing in the background really got to him. The only other person that wasn’t his parents that had seen him cry was Sero, and that was when the bearded dragon he had had since he was 13 died two years ago. Those movies always had a way of swaying his emotions and deep down in his heart Bakugou knew he was somewhat of a romantic, just a realistic one. Small clear tears dampened his pale skin as they rolled down his cheeks in trails. They were happy tears of course. He looked over at Kirishima once the room had gone silent and in the dim light coming from the TV, Bakugou could see that the redhead was in the same state as he was. Kirishima quickly wiped his tears away, and their eyes met and Kirishima beamed at him.     “That was amazing! What’s next?” Kirishima was clearly eager for more, but as Bakugou’s shitty phone vibrated and lit up with yet another text from Sero, Bakugou knew it was time for him to go home. It was 2 in the morning after all.     “It’s actually getting late, so I better get goin'.”  Bakugou slowly rose from the couch, missing the disappointed look on the redhead's face. Once Kirishima saw the time though, he understood. He was still sad about it though. Kirishima was having such a great time! When Bakugou grabbed his phone and turned towards the door, Kirishima snapped out of his frozen state of ‘it sucks it’s over'. Kirishima stood and put a hand on Bakugou’s shoulder, smiling when the ash blonde turned around. Bakugou raised an eyebrow at him.     “It’s late. Let me call you an Uber.”    “I’m fine with walking. I don’t have the money for that shit.”      Kirishima chuckled as said, “Duh! That’s what I’m here for, remember? It’s on me.” Bakugou was going to protest, but something in Kirishima’s eyes said that he shouldn’t. After a minute of silence, Bakugou sighed and plopped back down onto the couch.     “Fuckin’ whatever.”    Kirishima smiled and whipped out his phone, opening up the app. “One should be here in just a minute.” Bakugou hummed back, tying his beaten black converse that he had knocked off sometime during the second movie. Bakugou stood again, starting towards the door once more. Kirishima went after him, thinking it was only right to walk him to the car himself. What kind of man would he be if he let Bakugou walk by himself?     “What the fuck are you doing?” Bakugou asked as Kirishima let him step into the elevator first.     “Walking you to the door?” Kirishima pressed the shiny first floor button and Bakugou snorted.    “We’re pretty far past your door, don't ya think?"      “Yeah, I guess we are,” Kirishima laughed. The two rode in silence for the rest of the way down. It was comfortable. Kirishima liked it. Now after yesterday and today, Kirishima was 100% sure that he and Bakugou were compatible as people. That was good. He really liked spending time with the blonde. Now he just hoped that when they got there, they were compatible in bed as well. Kirishima had a strong feeling that they would be, but there's never a way of knowing until you're there. The elevator let out a high-pitched ding, signaling their arrival to the first floor. The doors opened to reveal the gorgeous lobby filled with high class people. It made Bakugou kind of feel like dirt.     “There they are!” Kirishima guided Bakugou to the large navy-blue van, helping him into the back. He smiled, said goodbye and goodnight, and shut the door. Then, he walked over to the passenger door and opened it, smiling at the pasty creepy dude that was behind the wheel.     “I’m going to be paying for his ride, okay?” Kirishima handed the man the card and let him do his thing. “Charge it the moment he gets out of the car.” The man with prominent eye bags and cracked lips smiled. This man was horrifying, was this a good idea?      “Sure thing.” Kirishima backed away and gently shut the door, watching as the sketchy man rode off with Bakugou in the backseat. He didn’t feel right sending Bakugou off with him. Shit.  ----------------    “So, what’s your name?” The man spoke, sleepy eyes piercing through Bakugou from the rear-view mirror. Bakugou shifted uncomfortably. This guy gave off a weird vibe.     “Bakugou.” Was his short reply. He did not want to talk. He hoped this guy got the message and left him alone.     “Just Bakugou? I’m sure your mother wouldn’t neglect you of a first name?” Apparently, he didn’t. Fuck.     “It’s none of your fucking business ass rag,” Bakugou's crude response only seemed to make the man smile more.     “Now, now. Someone with such a beautiful face shouldn’t speak such words.” Bakugou slammed his hand down on the seat next to him.    “Shut. The fuck. Up. Leave me alone.”    “I would rather not, beautiful.” Bakugou was seriously angry and creeped out at the same time. He really didn’t like this guy.     “So, was that guy your boyfriend?”     “Wh-"    “Or maybe your fuck buddy?” Bakugou was at a loss for words. What the fuck was this guy saying?!    “You could do better. Someone like you can show someone like me a real good time.”     “That’s it! Stop this fucking car! Let me out!” The man tsked.    “Not yet. Now, what do you say about some fun with me?” Before Bakugou could reply, the ugly van stopped abruptly.     “What the fu-?!”    “We’re here. I’d enjoy your company again sometime.” Bakugou has never gotten out of a vehicle so fast before in his life. Once Bakugou made it into his apartment, he locked the door.     “I fuckin’ hate Uber.” His phone vibrated, lighting up with a text from an unnamed contact. It was Kirishima.  xxx-xxx-xxxx :  Hey! How was the ride? I just got the charge notification.     Bakugou frowned.  Me : It fucking sucked. The guy was a total freak and made passes at me. Couldn’t get out of there fast enough.      Kirishima frowned, his grip tightening on his phone. He knew he shouldn’t have left Bakugou alone with that guy! He made passes at him?! Kirishima frowned. That Uber driver was immediately reported and given 1 star. He even wrote the nastiest review he could. Let’s just say, that Uber driver didn’t stand a chance.

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It was just a little past three in the morning when Bakugou's phone vibrated against his thigh for the millionth time in the past five hours.
3:07 AM
Longterm Bootycall : Seriously dude! If you don't answer me right now then I'm calling the cops!    Bakugou groaned as he gave in, snatching up his phone and quickly typing his reply.Me : Go to bed fuckface. I'm tiredLongterm Bootycall : OH THANK FUCK YOU'RE ALIVE! What happened to you?!Me : I was out.Longterm Bootycall : Out where? You hate people!Me : My sugar daddy's place.Longterm Bootycall : Your what?! Why am I just now hearing about this?!Me : I wanted to make sure I liked him before I told you anything.Longterm Bootycall : Well??Me : He's cool.Me : I guess.Longterm Bootycall : WTF! I've been friends with you for years!! It took three of those years for you to even admit out loud that I was your friend! Now you're just handing out 'he's cool's' like no tomorrow? I want one!Me : Fuck off. Longterm Bootycall : Is he hot?    Bakugou's cheeks heated up at the simple question. He thought back to earlier, cuddled up and yelling at the TV with Kirishima. God. Yeah, he was fucking hot. Me : Fuck yeah he is. Longterm Bootycall : YOU HAVE TO GET ME A PICTURE    Bakugou huffed but complied anyway. He saved the picture that Kirishima had sent him in the email and forwarded it to his friend. Longterm Bootycall : Damn! He's just your type! Did you have fun?Me : Yes. Now fuck off and go to bed. Longterm Bootycall : Okay. Just glad to know that youre alive     Bakugou rolled over onto his side, staring into the plain white wall. He should really paint it soon. Orange maybe.       Kirishima hummed happily as he put the large blanket that he and Bakugou had been cuddling under onto the back of his couch. He had a good feeling about Bakugou. Even though his words were harsh, and his humor was vulgar, he really enjoyed Bakugou's company. Kirishima for the first time in a long time, was excited for his new baby. "I wonder if he'd like to go shopping soon. Or maybe since he's really into movies we could go see one!" The redhead was getting excited at all the possibilities that were beginning to unfold in front of him. 
3:10 am
ITSPIKACHU : Sero told me you held Bakugou hostage pretty late! You get lucky? ;) How was it?    Kirishima rolled his eyes at Kaminari's stupid text; shouldn't he be asleep right now?Me : We just watched movies chill out broITSPIKACHU : mmmmmmhmmmmm whatever you say ;0     Kirishima opted to leave his bro on read and to go to bed. Maybe he could throw a plan together for tomorrow, if Bakugou wasn't busy obviously.

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It had been a week since they had last seen each other, but only two minutes since they last talked. Bakugou isn't big on texting. In fact, he despises it. It's hard for him to keep a proper conversation and everyone besides Sero and now Kirishima always read his words in the wrong tone of voice, and emoji's were fucking stupid. Kirishima was especially fond of the clapping hands and the fucking moon that Bakugou had so eloquently dubbed the 'Molester Moon'. Kirishima seemed to think that it was the best thing in the entire universe. Bakugou hated to admit it, but he was having fun. Kirishima kept sending small amounts of money to Bakugou after the blonde had chewed him out for sending him two-hundred dollars out of nowhere one day. He tried to get Kirishima to stop paying him altogether since they haven't 'done anything' yet. Of course, Kirishima went against his wishes and still sent him 50 a day.     Now, Bakugou wasn't like Sero. As much as he wanted (and needed) a new wardrobe and new things, his apartment was in desperate need of repair. He didn't even know where to start. He was thinking about the sink hole until the pipe under his bathroom sink had decided to burst and flooded his bathroom and parts of his living room and bedroom. It all happened so suddenly. One minute he was washing his hands, and the next he was covered in water. His shitty phone was officially done for having fallen out of his pocket in the state of panic he had fallen into. He had to run to his shitty toolbox that he had foolishly kept under his bed and slipped too many times to count. After the water was stopped, Bakugou fell onto his knees and groaned. This was perfect, just perfect. On top of all the other shit in need of fixing, now he had a burst pipe, water damages, and now the potential risk of mold he needed to deal with. Bakugou's not one to wallow in self-pity and he usually just shoves his feelings down so he can deal with life, but the stress of the three jobs, the long commutes, the lack of sleep, college, and the overwhelming list of chores finally got to him. Frustrated tears made their way down his face, and Bakugou truly let himself go for the first time in a long time.  ___     Its been over three hours since Bakugou had last responded. Kirishima felt ridiculous for checking his phone every couple of minutes. Bakugou didn't get the privilege to sit back most of the day. He had work, he was busy. The past little while that Kirishima has known Bakugou, he has picked up on the fact that Bakugou always finds a way to busy himself when there's free time. It's like he is incapable of fully relaxing and having a day just about him. He probably got distracted or was on his way to work and forgot to mention it. He'll text back soon.     "I hope he's okay..."---     Bakugou was, in fact, not okay. He was running late for his job at the convenience store that was half-way across the fucking city! The one that takes an hour to get to on a good day. Not only that, but in his haste to get the toolbox, he had knocked down the work clothes he had laid out on the bed earlier onto the soaking floor. He couldn't even shoot Sero a text to let him know since his phone decided now was a good time to finally kick the bucket. Bakugou started to quickly make his way towards his sorry excuse of a closet until he accidentally stepped into the infamous sink hole. The water must have weakened the area even more than it already was because Bakugou felt his foot sink in disgustingly deep before he felt the floor completely give way and fell through, his arms being the only things keeping him from falling all the way through and into the crackheads place below.     "FUCKING SHIT!" He was done. This was bullshit. This whole day was bullshit. This was hell and there was no escape. Literally. He tried lifting himself out, but his chest was completely stuck.     "You have got to be fucking kidding me." The crackheads rarely come home and the two apartments next to him were empty most of the time. No matter how loud he screamed, he had a sinking feeling that help would not arrive for quite a while. Unfortunately, he was right. ---     It was 11:49 pm. Bakugou hadn't even read any of Kirishima's messages. He had stopped responding at 10:04 in the morning. How many hours was that? Seventeen? Eighteen? To Kirishima it might as well have been seventeen, eighteen years. He couldn't take this anymore. He had to go visit Bakugou and make sure he was alright, but the problem with that was that he had no freaking clue where the spikey blonde lived. This whole thing was just ridiculous.  Me : Do you know Bakugou's address?ITSPIKACHU : Nah man why?Me : He hasn't been reading my texts. ITSPIKACHU : Maybe he's busy bro. No need to get worked up :PMe : For 17 hours?ITSPIKACHU : WoahMe : Yeah woah! Ask your boyfriend!ITSPIKACHU : He's not my boyfriend!!! >/////<Me : Dude!ITSPIKACHU : Right sorry        Kirishima only had to wait two minutes for a response, but those two minutes felt like forever. ITSPIKACHU : Sero hasn't heard from him in a long time. He said he even missed work which apparently is something he never does. He's super worried dude.    Kirishima was done waiting around.Me : Get his address. ---     This was it? This rundown complex in one of the worst neighborhoods the city has to offer is where Bakugou lives? When he sees Bakugou, he's gonna have a long talk with him. Why didn't he mention he lived in such a shithole? Kirishima would have gladly provided Bakugou with a great place to live, he even would have let the blonde live with him if he wanted to! Kirishima had assumed since Bakugou had turned down the offer of a living space that his apartment was alright, but it couldn't be farther from alright. As soon as Kirishima was stepping out of his car, the sound of a gun going off not any more than a couple blocks down made him almost piss himself. How can Bakugou live here?!    As he was walking into the building, the smell of trash, weed, and booze hit him like a truck and he wrinkled his nose in disgust. Climbing the steep and dangerous staircase was, in of itself, an adventure. Each step was a different level of sticky and sturdy, some of them feeling like you could fall through at any moment. The doors to the apartments were thin, all conversations easy to hear as he hurriedly walked on by.     "No honey! That's momma's special candy, not for you!"
    "Where's my fucking money bitch?!"

"Please! I said I was sorry! Just give me another chance!"
    "Get your skank ass over here before I drag it over here!"     Kirishima felt himself shiver and he scurried by each door, fearing he would accidentally become a witness to a crime he wanted no part of. He briefly wondered how Bakugou was able to get any sleep at night. Kirishima finally stopped in front of what Kaminari had said was Bakugou's door. All of the conversations that had been floating through the hallway had dwindled in volume, thank god, but he also didn't hear anything inside.     "Bakugou? Are you in there?" He listened carefully, hoping for a response. After a moment of not hearing a peep from behind the door Kirishima decided to try again. "Bakugou! It's me! Kirishima!" He tried louder. The response he got was a faint groan and a hopeful, "Kirishima?" Now that he knew Bakugou was for sure in there, the redhead breathed out a sigh of relief. He reached for the doorknob, expecting it to be locked, only to be disturbed that the handle turned without resistance and the thin door opened wide with a loud creak. He needed to talk to Bakugou about locking his door too, it seemed.    "Bakugou?" Kirishima popped his head cautiously passed the doorway.     "In here!" The blonde's voice came from down the hall and Kirishima rushed towards the room. He was absolutely appalled to see the wet floor and the burst pipe along the way. When he reached Bakugou's bedroom, his eyes widened. Right before him, Bakugou Katsuki was sticking halfway out of his floor.     "Oh my god! What happened?!"     "Pipe burst. Phone ruined. Sink hole sunk." Bakugou had clearly just woken up, a pang of anger struck Kirishima as the realization that Bakugou was stuck in there so long that he had fallen asleep set in. Kirishima bent down, grabbing Bakugou's hands tightly and pulled. It took a couple attempts and a few different angles since Bakugou was really stuck, but eventually the blonde was successfully pulled out and freed from the awful hole. Katsuki managed to take a couple steps and then he collapsed into Kirishima's chest.     "Legs are numb," Bakugou said simply. Kirishima nodded, picking him up bridal style and carrying him to the couch that he just now realized was disgusting, patched, and old.     "I'm gonna get you some water, okay?" Bakugou only hummed in response. Kirishima walked into the small kitchen area, going through all the empty cabinets in search for where Bakugou kept his cups. The cabinet next to his fridge held a single cup which was cracked and clearly glued back together. Bakugou only had one cup. Kirishima turned around and turned on the sink, flinching away from the maroon color that unexpectedly poured out instead of the clear liquid he was hoping for.     "Um! Bakugou! Your water is brown!"    "It always does that. Give it a second." Just like he said, the water switched from the disgusting dried blood color to clear. Was this even safe to drink?! Kirishima started making his way back to the living room with the hopefully safe cup of water until he stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide and mouth open. There was a fucking mouse just chilling on the kitchen counter!    "MOUSE!"     "Leave Patch alone."    "Patch?" Kirishima asked incredulously. He named the fucking mouse. Oh my god. Kirishima, respecting Bakugou's wishes, carefully made his way around Patch and into the living room where Bakugou was sitting up now. "Bakugou, I think we need to have a talk."    "About?"    "Your living conditions."    "What're you talkin' about? My living conditions are just fine."    Kirishima felt offended at Bakugou's words. Did he seriously think all of this was fine? That this was all normal? Kirishima's heart dropped when he remembered that he hadn't seen any food. This needed to change now. Kirishima reluctantly handed the ash blonde the cup of water and decided to sit down next to him on the couch. If you could even call it that. Bakugou chugged the water down like he hadn't had any in weeks and finished it off with a pleasant sigh.     "Man, that was good. I needed that."     "Okay, now let's talk."

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What Bakugou needed was a nap in an actual bed instead of a hole, not a talk. "Look, I'm fine alright?"    "You are not fine. Did you already forget that I found you halfway through your bedroom floor? You have one cup, if you can even call it that, ruined pipes, a fucking mouse-"    "Leave Patch out of this!"    "I will not! You have a mouse named Patch, and you let him crawl on your counter! You don't have any food, and this place looks like a tornado just ran through here!" Kirishima crossed his arms and stared Bakugou down. "I'm not leaving unless you're leaving with me." Bakugou stared, mouth agape and brows furrowed.    "Like hell you are! This place is perfectly fine. The last thing I need to deal with is someone shitting on it." Kirishima looked flabbergasted. The redheads mouth kept opening and closing like he was a fish out of water.     "Are we even looking at the same apartment?! This place is not safe! I will find you somewhere else to live."     "No fucking way."    "Why do you want to stay so bad?!" Bakugou flushed and looked away. This got Kirishima's attention.     "Bakugou? What's making you stay here? Please tell me."    "It sounds stupid out loud..." the blonde mumbled, making sure to avoid Kirishima's eyes.    "What?"     "I said it sounds stupid when I say it out loud." Bakugou met his gaze and stuck out his lower lip. He was pouting. If that wasn't the cutest fucking thing Kirishima didn't know what would be. It was cheating is what it was.    "If it's making you stay here, then I'm sure it's not stupid." Bakugou sighed and looked away again.    "I'm not leaving Patch." Kirishima stood there silently. He felt like he had just gotten punched in the face, then the stomach, and finished off with a kick to the chest. Is he seriously staying in this death trap for a mouse?! Kirishima didn't know if this was cute or stupid. He decided it was both.     "You're risking not only your health, but your life for a mouse?!"    "Life is taking it too far, don't ya think?"    "I just saw you halfway through your floor, I don't think your life is too far of a stretch." Bakugou didn't argue any further.     "Bakugou, you can't stay here just because of that mou-Patch. You can't stay here because of Patch."    "I can't leave him."     "Why?"     "I just can't, okay? Look, you wouldn't understand and honestly I'm not in the mood to try and explain myself when I don't have to." Bakugou's gaze saddened, and he looked down toward his still kind of wet feet. Kirishima's heart felt like it was in a headlock. What was he gonna do?!     "What if..." Kirishima sighed, "What if Patch could come with?" Bakugou perked up at Kirishima's words.    "What?"    "I said, what if Patch could come with? I could buy him a nice, uh, tank? Cage? My point is, I can bring Patch with us. I just don't want you living here anymore. I can find you a new place, or you can stay with me. Just please, don't stay here any longer." Kirishima brought out his infamous puppy eyes. Kaminari couldn't resist those, no matter how hard he tried, so he hoped Bakugou was the same way.    "If...If Patch can come, then....I guess it's okay. I'm not happy 'bout it though." Kirishima could tell Bakugou was reluctant to even agree, but they both knew that the blonde could no longer stay here. It was just too risky. What if Kirishima never came over? Bakugou would still be in that damn hole waiting for the crackheads to find him, and that's on the off chance that they actually came home. Bakugou sighed and stood.     "I guess, I'm going home with you?" Kirishima nodded enthusiastically.    "Let's go pack up some of your clothes. We'll come back for Patch and the rest of your things tomorrow, okay?"    Bakugou nodded and turned around, heading towards his bedroom. His socks soaked through for the second time that day as he stepped onto the soaked carpet, and he made a face. Maybe, just maybe, living with Kirishima wouldn't be too bad. At least it would do until he found a new place of his own. He couldn't stay at Kirishima's forever; he'd hate to burden the guy that much. He turned his head and looked back at the redhead who was making a move towards the bedroom as well.     "Hey, Kirishima?" The redhead hummed.    "Thanks. For everything." Kirishima felt his cheeks tighten as he smiled his widest possible smile, pointy teeth on display.     "No problem! Anything for you."  Bakugou had decided to ignore the last part of that sentence and continued onward. The two of them entered Bakugou's room and packed up about half of his wardrobe. On his way out the door, he patted Patch on the head and wished his little friend a good night, and then they were off towards Kirishima's place. The night sky and lit up buildings whizzed by as they drove down the lively highway. Clubs and houses alike whizzed by as neon pinks, blues, greens, and yellows and mixed into a messy blur. Bakugou was thankful, really. He was going to miss his shithole, but he knew it was time to call it quits. He tried to make himself like the place, and he almost succeeded, but tonight was eye opening enough for him to agree to leave the place. Sero's going to be so happy when Bakugou tells him the news, he'd been trying to make Bakugou leave there for ages. Maybe he should listen to Sero a little more, although he'd rather die than ever actually tell his friend that. If it wasn't for Sero, Kirishima would have never come into his life. If it wasn't for Kirishima, he'd still be in that shitty hole in that shitty apartment. Living with the redhead was going to take some getting used to, but Bakugou knew it was for the better. He was actually kind of looking forward to it now that he could bring his companion.    With Patch by his side, he knew he was ready for the next chapter in his life.

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It was now the morning after Bakugou's very exhausting day. The moment he had sat himself on Kirishima's luxurious couch he was a goner, and he had succumbed to the sleep that had been trying to get a grasp on him for forever now. When he had awoken, he felt the freshest he ever had, despite the fact that he was in desperate need of a shower. Yawning also reminded him of the need to brush his teeth. The blonde looked around to fully take in his new surroundings. This was his home, for now at least. From the looks of it, he had woken up first. It didn't seem like he slept in too late, 10 at the latest. He stood on wobbly legs as the pale blue blanket slid off of the blonde's frame and to the floor, pooling at his feet. Kirishima must have draped that on him while he was passed out and drooling on his nice expensive couch. Bakugou made his way to the redhead's kitchen, whistling quietly at the sleek and updated appliances that he could only ever dream about. Bakugou's stomach growled loudly in the silence of the kitchen, forcing the blonde to give into his hunger and explore the cabinets. The cupboard Bakugou had chosen at random had held all kinds of sweet treats, including blueberry Poptart's. Bakugou wasn't really a sweets kind of guy, but he was starving and blueberry Poptart's aren't the worst thing in the world. The minute he bit into the sweet breakfast pastry he heard movement coming from what he assumed was Kirishima's bedroom. The redheads' footsteps were muffled by the plush carpet, but still audible. Bakugou wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted him.     Kirishima was shirtless, his firetruck red hair was all over the place, and his black sweatpants rode low and baggy on his hips, teasing the view of his sharp V line. Bakugou looked away as red began to tint his cheeks. Kirishima must have been pretty out of it, he didn't even notice the blonde leaning against his counter. Kirishima just walked towards the fridge and pulled out a box of apple juice and sipped on it like he was a 3rd grader. Bakugou's snort caught his attention, and at the realization that Bakugou had caught him sipping out of a tiny juice box first thing in the morning made him flush in embarrassment. He huffed and rolled his eyes.    "Shut up."     "Wake up on the wrong side of the nest?" Bakugou grinned, taking another bite of his Poptart. Kirishima chuckled, deep and genuine, and began to pat down the messiness that was his hair.     "You could say that." Kirishima smiled to himself. This was nice. He couldn't even remember the last time he was able to have some early morning banter with his partner. "Oh, right. I made an appointment at the vet downtown for later." Bakugou raised an eyebrow.    "The vet? What for?"     "For Patch, of course." Bakugou snorted again, and fuck that was so cute and endearing.     "Why the fuck would Patch need to go to the vet?"     "Well, uh, he's a mouse dude. We need to make sure he doesn't have any serious diseases that he can spread to us. Plus, he needs his shots, if that's a thing that they do for mice."     "Wouldn't you say you're going too far for a mouse?" Kirishima smiled.    "You really care about him, right? Getting him checked out and everything he needs will ensure that he stays with you a lot longer." Bakugou hummed, seemingly satisfied.     "Alright, sounds like a plan." Kirishima clasped a firm, warm hand onto Bakugou's shoulder, making the blonde tense but not move away. He wasn't a fan of physical contact, but he made an exception for the man who was willing to pay for it. Besides, it didn't feel all that bad...    "We're also going shopping!"    "What do you need?" The blonde looked quizzically at Kirishima, waiting for an answer.    "It's not what I need, it's what you need! New clothes!" Bakugou looked down at his current outfit and then over to his sloppily packed bag.    "What's wrong with the clothes I already have at the apartment?"     "Dude, I looked at all those and most of them have holes." Bakugou didn't seem to see the problem.    "So? That's what sewing's for. I have a kit at my apartment." Bakugou was frowning now.    "Sorry but, no. I'm buying you a whole new wardrobe, so only keep the clothes that you absolutely want to keep." Bakugou tried to protest, but Kirishima was already walking back towards his bedroom, juice box still in hand.     "No objections? Perfect!" Bakugou sighed and looked down at what he was wearing currently.    "What's wrong with the clothes I already have?" the Blonde mumbled. He shrugged and went to go sit back onto the couch that was even comfier and roomier than his bed, which was sad. A small smile graced the ash blonde's lips as he thought about getting to see his furry friend soon. The promise of a future shopping spree may have also helped turn his frown upside down. "Hey!" Bakugou shouted, hoping Kirishima could hear him, "Where's yer bathroom? I need a shower and to brush my fuckin' teeth. I feel fuckin' disgusting."     Kirishima popped back out into the living room now fully dressed and shot Bakugou a too damn bright smile that made the blonde feel things he didn't want to think about. "The bathrooms the first door on the left right down that hallway. I'll go find you a spare toothbrush really quick." Then the redhead was gone just as quick as he had come. It was weird to be around someone that had their life so well put together. With Sero they were on the same level, struggling to make ends meet, living in absolute filth, working multiple jobs just to be able to pay for it all, and then throw college on top of that trash heap like a sad cherry on top of an even sadder sundae. Bakugou wonders if Sero had as hard of a time adjusting to it all like he is now. Kirishima was great and he treated him amazingly, but Bakugou didn't feel like he deserved it. I mean, he hadn't even done anything for the redhead yet, but he was getting treated like a fucking Queen. "I wonder what he'd do for me if I sucked his dick," Bakugou whispered to himself. He quickly shoved the thought out of his brain and whipped his head around, scanning the room and making sure Kirishima didn't hear that embarrassing sentence.     Kirishima entered the living room quietly and nudged Bakugou's cheek with the edge of a toothbrush still in its packaging. "I usually keep a few spares, but this is my last one, I guess. Cherish it!" The redhead laughed as he dropped it into Bakugou's alright open palm. "Toothpaste is gonna be in the medicine cabinet and towels are in that tall cupboard to the left of the shower. Take as long as you want." Bakugou responded with a small grunt as he stood up and made his way into the bathroom. He could not wait to get into that shower. It was one of the cool ones with the overhead shower head and other ones that lined each side of the shower. Bakugou felt like his eyes were about to pop out of his head. Kirishima should not have told him to take however long he wanted, cause the redhead isn't going to be seeing him for quite a while.

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You know, Bakugou used to get really offended when Sero called his place a dump, especially since Sero's place was almost just as bad. But after staying a night at Kirishima's after the incident, he saw for the first time ever, what Sero and Kirishima were talking about. His couch looked like it had been ran over and then left out in the rain for a couple weeks. His coffee table had rings and grease stains on it from the times Sero had refused to use coasters and that one time when instead of setting his pizza on a paper plate, Sero thought his table was a great idea. Kirishima cleared his throat, tearing Bakugou from his disgusted thoughts.     "How are we going to capture Patch?"     "Like this." Bakugou walked over to his fridge, pulling out a sleeve of half-eaten saltines and pulled one out. He made his way into the living room and crouched, standing low next to a corner. He broke the cracker in half, setting one half down and the other into his mouth.     "Oi Patch. Lunch." Kirishima thought he was crazy at first. The mouse wasn't going to come out at Bakugou's demand, right? But it was only seconds after the blonde had said those words that the mouse peeked its head out from a secret hole in the carpet. The mouse sniffed at the cracker but seemingly turned its nose up at it. The audacity of this thing! Bakugou sighed and rolled his eyes. "So, you're goin' to be like that today, huh?" The blonde picked up the cracker and held it out towards the mouse. Patch happily gobbled it up after that. Kirishima stood in disbelief. Bakugou turned his head towards Kirishima and shrugged like he wasn't feeding a mouse out of his hand. "What? Patch is a fucking diva. Just one of their moods."     "Did you seriously call a mouse a diva?"     "You bet your ass I did. Now hand me the box." Kirishima held out the small cardboard box for Bakugou to take and the ash blonde plucked it up quickly, tilting the box on its side so the opening was facing Patch.     "Hey bud. I know this is sudden, but we gotta to dip, kay?" Patch did something with his head that looked a lot like a nod which freaked Kirishima out, and then ran into the box while carrying the remaining few bites of the cracker.     "Are you an animal whisperer or something?!" Bakugou didn't answer and just walked past Kirishima towards the door, ready to get the fuck out of there.    "Let's go. His appointment's in 20 minutes." Kirishima stood there dumbfounded. He was both impressed and terrified.   ~     So, Patch was completely clean for what they could test, and he got all of his shots! After dropping him off at Kirishima's place (and getting him a nice new set up) they went on their way to the mall. Bakugou hadn't gone shopping for anything other than groceries in a long ass time. If he was being honest with himself, he didn't even know what size of pants he wore. If they were too big then he wore a belt. If they were too small, then he either sucked it up and showed off his great ass or cut little unnoticeable slits in the sides that relieved the pressure until he could afford another pair of larger pants. Besides, all of his clothes were bare minimum four years old, sue him for not remembering what size he wore. Their first stop was a store that Bakugou couldn't even pronounce. There was a C, an upside-down P, it was madness. Bakugou could tell from just looking at the mannequins that this place was both way too expensive and not his style.     "So where do you wanna start? Shirts? Pants? A new coat?" Kirishima looked down at the coat Bakugou had currently wrapped around his body. At some point it probably had been a vibrant forest green, but most of the color had been stripped away and the green was easily five shades lighter than it once had been. It had two large holes in the left elbow and the fuzz that was on the inside was beginning to thin and fall out and his zipper was also permanently stuck at the mid-way point. "Let's start off with a coat." Bakugou made a sound of disagreement but otherwise decided to stay quiet. They made their way through mannequins and racks filled with button downs. All of the plastic white beings were dressed better than Bakugou would ever want to be in his life. This store really wasn't for him, even if it wasn't crazy overpriced, he would never wear anything like this. Everyone that worked there were wearing suits and ties, was that guy wearing cufflinks? Bakugou honestly didn't think those were a real thing. He felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. He was expecting an employee to walk up to the two of them and tell Bakugou that he wasn't allowed to be in there. Kirishima had made a sound of victory from beside him and quickly made his way over to a smooth deep red jacket that looked way too expensive and way too formal. Kirishima reached out and slid his fingers over the sleeve, humming in delight. The redhead picked it up off of the rack and held it up in front of the blonde's chest and smiled brightly.     "What about this one?" Bakugou could tell the redhead was excited, but he knew he had to turn Kirishima's proposition down. Bakugou frowned and shook his head. "Why not? Do you not like the cut? Is it the material?" Kirishima held the coat up higher, beginning to inspect seemingly every thread. Bakugou sighed and turned towards the front doors, starting his trek to a store of his choosing. If Kirishima was going to buy him an entire wardrobe, then he better damn well buy the blonde things he'll actually wear. Kirishima made a confused noise as he quickly put the overpriced jacket back on the hook and walked quickly to catch up to the ash blonde that was already out the doors and heading left.     "Bakugou? Where're we going?"     "A different store."     "What was wrong with the one we were just in?"    "Everything was there was shit."    Kirishima raised an eyebrow. "Then, where are we going?" Bakugou's signature smirk spread across his face like a spreading wildfire and Kirishima couldn't help but smile. Kirishima mentally noted it as one of his top three favorite Bakugou expressions.     "There." The blonde put simply, pointing towards the store called Zumiez. Kirishima had never paid attention to any of the stores that weren't high end, but if Bakugou wanted to go in there, then he would gladly follow him. Walking into that store was like walking into a whole other world. Instead of clean and organized with a modernized and typically minimalistic theme with classical music playing through the overhead speakers, the store had dark walls and floors with stickers and writing all over them. The music was some type of indie band that probably no one knew the name of and the set up was like a maze. He looked at a rack to his right that held a bunch of graphic tees and he saw one of the price tags hanging out and he gaped in shock. Only 35 dollars? What the hell? Bakugou walked on, once again forcing the redhead to quickly run and catch up. Bakugou stopped at another rack that seemed so packed that you could barely move the hangers apart and see what the clothing item looked like. Bakugou pulled out a yellow and pink tie-dyed hoodie and held it up to himself. It would be baggy on him, but by the smile on the blonde's face, Kirishima guessed that that's what he wanted. Kirishima felt a smile work its way onto his face. Cute.     "You want that?" Bakugou looked up and nodded quickly. As embarrassed as he was to have someone else buy his clothes for him, he had to admit, he was pretty excited to have clothes that he's always wanted without restraint.     "Alright, hand it over." Bakugou furrowed his brows.    "Why?"     "So, I can carry it, duh!" Kirishima laughed, gently taking the hoodie from the blonde's grasp. Bakugou was going to protest but then a pair of ripped up acid wash jeans caught his eye and he quickly made his way over to them, cheering quietly to himself when he saw a pair that looked like they would fit him. Kirishima picked the jeans out of his hands right away and added them on top of the hoodie. Before the blonde knew it, Kirishima's arms were full of colorful hoodies, ripped jeans, shirts with profanities on them, and a shoe box that held a pair of platform orange vans that Bakugou had immediately fallen in love with. He hadn't made a move to grab them and decided to ignore his dream shoes, but Kirishima noticed his longing stare and grabbed the box of size eight's and walked up to Bakugou with a questioning smile on his face.    "Your size?" He had asked, holding up the box with a little shake.     "I don't need them." Bakugou looked away sheepishly, feeling embarrassment creep into his bones.     "But you want them. So, what's your size? If you don't tell me then I'll just pick a random size and buy them." After a moment of silence, the blonde finally muttered quietly but loud enough for the redhead to hear, "Seven and a half." Kirishima had smiled triumphantly and switched out the eights for seven and a halves. They were now at the counter while the clerk scanned the price tags of each item. The situation of what he just did dawned on Bakugou, and guilt suddenly clawed at his stomach and nerves as he watched the price steadily climb up past six hundred. When the clerk was finally done scanning and Kirishima handed his card over, Bakugou couldn't bring himself to look at the final price. Walking out of the mall with bags full of clothes instead of a single bag full of socks was a nice feeling, but he still felt guilty. He just made Kirishima spend over six hundred dollars on clothes for him. Once he sat down, he turned towards Kirishima.     "We need to return them." The redhead looked at him in disbelief.    "Do you not like them anymore? I can get you different ones." Bakugou shook his head at that.    "It's too expensive! I just made you buy me a fuck ton of clothes that I don't even need!" This time it was Kirishima shaking his head.    "You didn't make me do anything dude. I wanted to buy you stuff. That's...kind of how this whole thing works?" Kirishima smiled softly and put his hand on Bakugou's, stroking the others wrist with the pad of his thumb. "Just relax, okay? Let me spoil you, please." Bakugou felt guilty, but Kirishima looked so sincere. The blonde sighed as he let the tension slowly leak away from his shoulders.    "I'm bad with this stuff, aren't I?" Bakugou mumbled softly.    "That's okay, it's...refreshing. It's a nice change," Kirishima said as he looked off in the distance somewhere. Bakugou shot him a strange look.    "Whaddya mean it's refreshing?"     "Let's just say...I've never met someone like you before, Bakugou." The blonde felt a blush force its way onto his face and he turned his head away, trying to avoid Kirishima's piercing stare. The redhead couldn't stop himself from staring. Bakugou Katsuki was a gorgeous man and when he blushed it made Kirishima feel a variety of things. Kirishima took a deep breath and decided now was a good time to get moving again. As much as he wanted to keep the mood that had stumbled upon them, he feared he was making the blonde uncomfortable, and he needed to get Bakugou a top-of-the-line phone anyway, preferably one that's waterproof. Kirishima stretched his arm out, a hand in front of Bakugou ready to help the blonde up. After Bakugou stood their hands stayed together and eventually intertwined. Kirishima really liked holding onto Bakugou's hand. Even though Bakugou hadn't noticed all the lingering stares on him throughout the day, Kirishima sure did. Now all those people can stare at Bakugou holding Kirishima's hand, ha. Bakugou felt Kirishima give him a soft squeeze and he looked over, meeting the taller one's dazzling smile. "Let's go get you a new phone, yeah?"    Maybe letting Kirishima spoil him a little wouldn't be too bad. Besides, Kirishima wanted to, right?

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Kirishima had an itch to see Bakugou in the new clothes he had purchased. Bakugou had tried on everything in the store, but he refused to let Kirishima see. It was something deep within him that wanted other people to know I bought that. It was strange, especially because realistically, who the hell would even know he was the one who paid for them? Kirishima ignored the odd thought and decided to move on with his life because it was stupid anyway. When Bakugou came out of the bathroom wearing the tie-dyed hoodie and acid wash ripped jeans with the new shoes the redhead had gotten for him, he felt his heart swell. Was it possible for a person to be so cute? The blonde's slim frame was taken over and hidden by the baggy hoodie and he looked absolutely precious. He had a genuine smile on his face (that goes in the long-term memory for sure), and a soft blush took over his pale cheeks. It was the cutest thing Kirishima had ever seen. He wanted to pick up the blonde, engulf him in a hug, and give him a big ole' kiss but he had to be patient. Bakugou needed to be comfortable, he had to want it. The redhead didn't know what he'd do with himself if he accidentally scared off his baby just because he got a little too excited too quick. Kirishima thought for just a moment that that would entail Bakugou running off to find someone else to support his wants and needs, someone else getting to see that excited look when he got something he wanted, or that adorable blush when he got embarrassed or flustered, but Kirishima's gut didn't like to think about it, so he put his mind on other things.    "Shit, I gotta go." Kirishima heard Bakugou mutter under his breath, immediately snapping the redhead out of his uncalled-for train of thought. His eyebrows furrowed as the words sunk in.    "What do you mean you have to go?" The ash blonde looked up and frowned. Man, Kirishima hated it when he frowned.    "I gotta go to work."     "Quit." Was the redhead's immediate response. The blonde looked down at his feet and sighed.     "I can't, hair for brains. Once I move outta here I have to be able to pay rent."      "I'll pay so you don't have to worry!" Kirishima smiled brightly. Problem solved. Why couldn't Bakugou wrap his head around, 'I'll literally pay for anything you want'?     "What happens when we end this," Bakugou's words were spoken bluntly, throwing Kirishima for an unexpected loop.    "End....this?"     "Well, yeah. I don't expect you to buy me shit forever. That's just selfish on my part. I get how this stuff works, y'know. Usually, the uh daddy-" Kirishima really liked it when he said that word, "will get bored and find a new um...baby or whatever." Kirishima felt his stomach twist into a thick knot. Yeah, that is how it usually goes. Kirishima himself had a long history of short-term babies, all of them making him lose interest too quickly, or never intriguing him from the start. He hummed.    "Well, you don't have to worry about that." Bakugou felt the corners of his mouth twitch upward. He rolled his eyes and made his way towards the door.     "I'll see you later." Bakugou smiled at the redhead as he walked outside.     "Wait! I'll drive you." Bakugou turned and looked at him as if he had grown another head. The blonde shook his head softly.    "Nah, it's fine. It's only like six blocks from here."      "No can do. I'm driving you, c'mon." Bakugou was going to protest, but he decided against it. He was tired. The shopping trip and the trip to the vet had taken its toll on him. Getting a ride to work for once sounded nice. He wouldn't have to worry about getting mugged or shoved to the side by people on their phones. The comfy luxurious leather of Kirishima's car called to him, and he found himself nodding. They made their way over to the car in peaceful silence. Kirishima smiled his sharp smile (he'll never get used to those fucking teeth) and opened the door for him like a true man.    "Let's go."    "I get off at 2 in the mornin'. Pick me up?" Bakugou asked as a joke, not really expecting a yes. He heard a deep chuckle from the man next to him.     "I'll just stay." Bakugou looked at him quizzically. What did he mean by stay? Stay at home? Well, that was obvious. Kirshima quickly shook his head as he realized Bakugou probably interpreted it the wrong way.    "I meant I'll just stay at your workplace."     "What?"    "I'll just chill where you work. Is it like a bar or something?" Bakugou wanted to argue but he couldn't find it in himself to do so. He sighed in resignation and buckled his seatbelt.    "Fine, don't come crawling to me when you're drunk and bored." Kirishima raised an eyebrow.    "Drunk? So, it is a bar!" Bakugou looked at him with a glint in his eye Kirishima couldn't quite place.    "Yeah, I guess you could say that. I work at a gay club." Bakugou smirked at the surprised look on the other man's face.       Oh!

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Bakugou was nervous. Like, extremely nervous now that it was all sinking in. Kirishima was going with him to work. At a gay club. One of the most popping off and crowded clubs in the whole city. The cherry on top: It just had to be the night he was filling in as one of the fucking cage dancers since fucking Monoma was “sick”. Usually, his job was to be the best goddamn bartender around but tonight just had to be one of those nights. Don't get him wrong though, Bakugou loved to fill in for the dancers. He just, you know, would prefer it if the man he found extremely attractive wasn't going to be there to witness him covered in red and orange body glitter in a risqué outfit of some sort, and dancing in a cage while men hooted and hollered at him. The entire ride there Bakugou was biting his lip and trying to ignore the gross lump that was getting bigger the closer they got to the club. What would Kirishima think of him after he saw him work tonight? Would he be disappointed? Disgusted? Would he kick him out and force him to get a new sugar daddy? Someone old and wrinkled and forceful? Bakugou shivered at the thought. The car pulled up to the club and the neon pinks and blues of the clubs many signs illuminated the two men as they stepped out onto the sidewalk. Since Bakugou was an employee, he needed to enter through the back. So, the moment they were walking towards the building that was vibrating with music, the blonde turned towards the redhead and looked down towards his feet with a blush.    “So, uh, I need to go through the back and It’s employees only. I can get you through the front. Just chill at the bar or some shit, I don’t care.”     “How am I gonna find you again? Since you’re working you can’t have your phone, right?”     “Yeah but trust me. You’ll be able to pick me outta the crowd pretty fuckin' easily.” Bakugou turned and grabbed Kirishima’s hand before the redhead even had the chance to question what he meant by that, skipping ahead of the line and meeting up with the very large bouncer.    “Hey, he’s with me alright?” The bouncer, Shoji, looked Kirishima over and then nodded. By letting Kirishima in the long line of people groaned in frustration. Bakugou walked around the building and into the back. The pink toned lights of the dressing room welcomed him, and he smiled softly. The room was empty, and he couldn't have been more thankful. He preferred getting ready in peace. The "big guy in charge" of the outfits, Hakamata (everyone called him Jeanist though), had already left Bakugou his outfit of the night on the vanity with his name on it. There was a note on top and Bakugou read the nice handwriting that belonged to none other than Jeanist himself.     Bakugou, 
            I'm sure Monoma didn't inform you of tonight's theme so allow me to shed some light on this for you. The theme of tonight is "Superheroes". Everyone is in a superhero-esc costume that captures and accentuates their personalities and most appealing traits. So, I made sure to give you an outfit that would accentuate your chest, butt, and forearms. I wanted to give you a mask to make your eyes pop, but Hawks decided against it since your face is very important. I hope everything fits well. 
   Bakugou started investigating the pile of cloth underneath the note and groaned. Why was tonight's outfit so goddamn slutty? He quickly changed into his costume to see what he was working with and laughed as he inspected himself in the mirror. The outfit consisted of a tight black sleeveless crop top with a hole cut out in the middle to showcase his chest. Two orange X's were placed on top of where his nipples were and Bakugou rolled his eyes at the weirdness of that. He adorned thick fingerless gloves that went up past his elbows that mimicked the pattern of a grenade. He was a particular fan of the tight dark green booty shorts that let half of his ass hang out, and he did an extra turn in the mirror to check himself out. Bakugou sighed as red quickly overcame the entirety of his face. He looked hot. Maybe Kirishima would like it? He was hoping so. Bakugou snagged his signature tube of red, green, and orange glitter and took his gloves back off. He rubbed some oil on himself and popped open the little tube of glitter. The tiny speckles of red, orange, and green landed in his hand and soon went onto the areas he wanted to define more. A decent amount went onto his toned stomach, some at the top of each of his pecs, then he added some to his cheeks and thighs. Bakugou gave himself an affirmative thumbs up, approving how his costume was coming together. He dug out his favorite pair black platform boots, slipped them on, and topped his outfit off with some glitter in the hair and gloves on his hands.    "Gonna be findin' glitter for the next 5 damn years," he grumbled. Before he could leave the room, the door opened and revealed Mina's fluffy pink mop of hair.     "Oh my gosh you look stunning babe!" Mina gushed as she rushed forward, fluffing up Bakugou's hair. "Girl, I got this new plumping lip gloss, and it is fire! Let me slap some of that onto you real quick." Mina rushed over to the hook that held her purse. She dug around until she made an 'aha' of victory and walked back over, already uncapping it and ready to slap it on the blonde.     "What're you doin' here pinky? Thought you had the day off, ya stalking me or somethin'?"     "Stop talking and let me put this on, geeze! And Hawks said he had something important to deal with tonight and practically begged me to come in for the night. It's whatevs, I'm boutta hit overtime anyway! Plus, my favorite coworkers on shift!" She ended her spiel with a wink and stepped away, admiring how the blonde's already plump lips were tinted a cherry red. "Stunning!"     "Fuck, Hawks might as well make you the official manager at this point. I see you here more than him nowadays, fuckin' slacker."     "Awe~ Bakugou! That's like the nicest thing you've ever said to me! Now as much as I'd love to just chit chat with you all night, there's an empty cage out there with your name on it and an announcer ready for your arrival!"     "Aight let's do this shit!" Bakugou let out a battle cry and stormed out of the room. He always felt his heart race before he went out to perform but tonight it was beating a little harder since a certain redhead was going to get to see quite the show. Bakugou stood at his entry point and felt the loud music thrum through his veins. -----    Kirishima had sat himself down at the bar like Bakugou had suggested and swiveled his head around in excitement. He had never been to a club before! As he noticed all the half-naked bodies dancing around him, he realized he was way too overdressed for a place like this. While Kirishima made sure to keep an eye out for a familiar fluffy blonde head of spikes, he flagged down one of the bartenders and ordered himself a drink. He wasn't planning on getting drunk since he was the driver for the night, but it was something to keep him occupied for the night. After a while of not seeing Bakugou, Kirishima pondered what the blonde had meant when he said he'd be easy to find. From the redheads' point of view, he didn't think so. That was until the music lowered and the announcers voice filled the room.    "HELLO, HELLO, HELLO! HOW IS EVERYONE FEELING TONIGHT?!" The crowd roared in response, filling the air with an electric energy. "'TIS I! YOUR ONE AND ONLY PRRREEEEESEEENT MIC! WE'VE GOT A SPECIAL ADDITION TO OUR SUPERHERO LINEUP FOR THE NIGHT AND I HOPE YOU ALL GIVE HIM A WARM WELCOME! COME ON OUT, GRROUUUND ZEEEROOO!" The crowd erupted once more, chanting the new hero's name over and over again. Kirishima looked up from his drink and felt himself choke on the sip he had just taken when a certain someone walked out onto the stage.     "Fuck me dude," Kirishima said oh so eloquently. He felt his dick twitch at the sight of Bakugou in the skimpiest outfit he'd ever seen him wear, it was doing things to him. The redhead bit his lip as the blonde swung his hips as we walked toward the cage that was designated for him.     "THIS HERO IS A FIERCE ONE SO WATCH OUT EVERYONE! I HOPE YOU TREAT HIM WELL!" The music returned to full volume as Bakugou finally entered the cage and shut himself in, getting ready to put on a show. The bodies in the room began to dance once more but Kirishima barely noticed as he practically eye fucked the blonde from across the large room. Bakugou swayed his hips, pushed out his chest, stroked his hair, he was pulling out all of the stops and it was working. Kirishima could feel himself getting worked up, feeling his boner trying to break through his damn jeans. Tonight, he was seeing a whole other side to Bakugou, and he was loving it. From his application he knew he was some sort of freak in the sheets...but this. This he was not expecting. Who knew he could be so sensual? And oh my god how is his leg doing that, he's flexible too? As embarrassed as Kirishima was to admit it, he felt like he could literally explode in his pants right there on the spot.    Kirishima was in for a very long night.

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As Bakugou danced his heart out, he kept his eyes roaming the room, hoping to get a glimpse of a certain redhead. The blonde shot a seductive smirk at the people who cheered him on at his feet and blew them a kiss for good measure, enjoying the excited screams he received. Bakugou teasingly picked at his shirt, slowly revealing more skin and then instantly taking it away like the master he was at a good tease. He glanced a look at the bar area, remembering he had directed Kirishima over there earlier, and felt his breath hitch at the expression on the man's face. Bakugou could feel the heat from his gaze from where he was, it felt like there was a string of electricity connecting the two as they finally made eye contact. Bakugou made a display of him licking his lips and could just barely see the redhead bite into his own lower one. Bakugou threw his head back dramatically, loving the way the crowd and especially Kirishima were enjoying the wild performance he was putting on. The song had come to a close, the bass slowly fading and being replaced with the synth-pop beat of 'Journal of Ardency' by Class Actress. The blonde felt himself grow more excited as he realized that Mic had put on this song just for him. It was one of Bakugou's personal favorite songs to dance to, it made him feel so sensual, it felt so natural to move and sway to the beat. The lighting turned to a deep red and Bakugou's glitter shined particularly bright in the new lighting, putting almost all eyes on him. Bakugou made sure to relock eyes with Kirishima and pointed to him, making sure the man knew that this next dance was for him. The blonde took one had and slowly trailed it up his toned stomach while the other reached into his hair, shaking his hips steadily in the process. As Bakugou danced, Kirishima felt like he was going to break the glass his drink was residing in. How could someone be so attractive? Kirishima couldn't bring himself to look away even for just a moment, he began to hate the moments he had to blink. He drank in the sight of his sugar baby, that's right, his sugar baby. These people could look all they wanted but Kirishima was the one who was going to be able to touch that absolute perfect being at the end of the night.     Bakugou slowly lowered himself to his knees and Kirishima decided he liked seeing him down there. The two were locked in an intense stare as the blonde put on his show, both of them tuning out the rest of the club and enjoying the mood that they've set for themselves. Bakugou could feel a stir in his gut at the realization that things were probably going to escalate between them tonight. The energy they were creating between the two of them was more than just electric at this point, it was hot, powerful, and impossible to break. Kirishima felt his dick give another pathetic twitch knowing that the hot blonde's eyes were locked in on him. For the rest of the set, those two couldn't keep their eyes and minds to themselves, only focusing on the person across the room from them and devouring them from afar.  -----    Bakugou made his way through the crowd of people, giving thanks when someone complimented him and denying the ones that asked for a dance. The ash blonde only had a thirty-minute break before he had to go back out there, and he wanted to spend every minute of it with Kirishima. Bakugou finally made his way to the bar, confused to see that the hot redhead was no longer there. Before he could even begin to look, he was suddenly grabbed from behind by the hips and felt a large body connect to his. "What the fu-"     "You did amazing out there baby," the familiar voice groaned out and Bakugou turned around to see Kirishima smirking at him. The blonde felt a zing go straight to his cock as he realized the redhead had called him baby. Bakugou bit his lip and brought himself closer, their bodies almost touching.     "Yeah? I tried to put on a good show just for you," the blonde began, beckoning Kirishima to lean his head down so he could speak directly into his ear, "Did you like it?"     Kirishima grabbed onto Bakugou's hips with a firm grip, kneading the flesh underneath with his thumbs as he spoke, "You have no idea how hot that was, how hot you are, and how much I wanted to force my way up there just so I could get my hands on you." Bakugou blushed shyly at his suggestive words, trying to ignore the heat that was currently running through his veins. Bakugou put a hand on Kirishima chest, running it up and down softly, eliciting a groan from Kirishima. This was the turning point in their relationship, Bakugou realized, tonight was the night they were most likely going to take things further, and he was so ready.     "Maybe later...I can give you a private show?" Bakugou boldly suggested, loving the dangerous smile that took over Kirishima's face. The other man nodded eagerly as he dragged the smaller man closer, finally pressing their bodies together completely, and letting the blonde get a sneak peek at the boner in his pants that he had been sporting since he first laid eyes on Bakugou.     "Don't tempt me, I might not be able to stop myself with just a show," Kirishima murmured, his breath gently tickling the shell of Bakugou's ear.     "Who said you had to?"

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The rest of the night was filled with intense staring and unspoken promises of what was to come. Kirishima kept religiously checking the time, only to realize that a mere minute or two had passed since the last time he had checked it. It felt like the heavens themselves had smiled down upon the redhead once he saw the blonde leave the cage for the final time that night and make his way into the back to get his things, finally putting an end to both of their torture. Kirishima waited eagerly, eyes flicking everywhere in the hope to catch Bakugou walking towards him. Finally, he saw him, weaving in and out of the crowd as quickly as he could, and right before Bakugou was about to break free from the dancefloor he was suddenly stopped by some random man. Kirishima waited, assuming the stranger was giving him a quick compliment or about to be brutally rejected on his advances, until he saw the irritation that took over Bakugou's face and the greedy hand that shot out to snag his arm and stop him from leaving the conversation. Kirishima stood warily, suddenly feeling like his heart was locked in a vice as he saw Bakugou try and fail to yank his arm free. The redhead began moving in, quickly closing the distance with his long-hurried strides.     "Look ass face, I already told you no! Now let the fuck go of me!" Kirishima could begin to hear their conversation, only being spurred on more to close the final gap and break up whatever the fuck was happening.     "C'mon baby, don't be like that. Just one dance, that's all I'm askin' ya for. I've been eyeing you all night and I know we can show each other a good time."     Finally, Kirishima was able to reach the small blonde, working his way in front of Bakugou and keeping him hidden with his large body. Kirishima glared down at the guy, trying his best to restrain himself. But the way he had the audacity to just grab him, and the fact that he had forced him into staying, Kirishima felt like he was seeing red. The redhead slapped on a smile that was chilling and full of threats in and of itself and grabbed the stranger's wrist in a firm grip he couldn't escape from. The guy grunted out a, "What's your problem bud?" and Kirishima felt like he could laugh.    "I would highly recommend keeping your damn fucking hands to yourself, yeah? He's not interested, bud, so how about you walk away before you lose the ability to do so," Kirishima spoke through his gritted teeth, hoping this guy wasn't dumb enough to try and stay, for the guy's safety of course.     The guy scoffed and puffed out his chest, intimidating no one mind you, took a step closer to Kirishima with a scowl and said, "Hey, I don't know who you think you are, but I was here first. Go find someone else and leave us alone, I got to him first!" Kirishima dropped the smile and began to squeeze the wrist that was still trapped in his hand and reveled in seeing his face go from cocky to pained in just a second's time. Kirishima increased the pressure with each passing moment, fully preparing himself to have to break this idiot's arm just because the guy didn't know when to quit.      "I guess I didn't make myself clear, get the fuck away from us or you'll be going home in a cast, you fucking got that? Last chance." The man began to frantically nod his head and tried to yank his wrist away. Kirishima reluctantly let him go, chuckling as the guy flung back and fell onto his ass. Kirishima felt a hard tug on his shoulder and turned around to see Bakugou giving him a blank stare. "I'm sorry-I know you probably didn't want me stepping in like that but I ju-"    "That was so fucking hot." Bakugou's words cut into Kirishima's rambling, making the redheads heart give an extra hard thud against his chest.     "W-Wait, what?" Kirishima felt dumbfounded, he was so sure Bakugou was going to be angry with him and walk out, but the look on his face was anything but angry.     "I said," the blonde began as he took a step closer to Kirishima, dragging the larger man's hands onto his hips and tossing his own up onto the redheads chest, "that was so fucking hot." Kirishima suddenly felt his confidence flood back into him as he gave a firm squeeze to Bakugou's sides and dragging him closer, not missing the excited gasp the other elicited as he did so. Kirishima snaked his hands onto the blonde's ass and began kneading the pliant flesh and marveling at how each cheek filled his large palms.     The redhead dipped his head down to Bakugou's neck to give it a light peck as he began to speak, "Baby," the word was growled out, filled with a low timbre and gravel that made Bakugou feel all the blood in his body go straight to his dick.     "Fuck, Yeah?" Bakugou's reply was breathy and light, a sneak peek to what it would sound like later.     "Let's get the fuck out of here, hm?" Kirishima brought his mouth up to nibble on the blonde's earlobe and felt him give a small buck of his hips, the smaller of the two giving a hiss in response to his dick rubbing against the redheads thigh.     "Let's get the fuck out of here." Bakugou yanked Kirishima's head down and connected their lips in a sloppy mix of tongues and spit, both of them losing themselves in the intense kiss as they finally got a taste of what they've both been craving. Kirishima hoisted the blonde up and carried him on his hips as he quickly made his way towards the exit, trying not to lose himself on the way as the desperate little blonde in his arms began sucking and biting at his neck and giving pathetic little humps as they went along. The moment they were out of the doors and on their way to the car Kirishima gave a quick swat to the blonde's ass, feeling him shudder in his arms.     "Fuck," Kirishima gritted out as he tried to dig around in his pocket for his car keys, "couldn't even wait til' we got to the car, huh? That fucking needy, hm?" Kirishima yanked his keys out and used the key fob to unlock the car as he was only feet away. "Want my cock that bad baby?" Bakugou let out a sinfully filthy moan in response and rocked his hips once more.    "Yes, yes, yes fuck! Need it so bad," the blonde panted out against Kirishima's shoulder.    "Yeah? You need to ask for it, c'mon and be a good boy," Kirishima flashed a dangerous smirk as they finally made it to the car, planting the needy blonde on top of the trunk and finally being able to give a full-bodied roll, grinding their painfully hard dicks against each other. They moaned in unison and Kirishima brought a hand to the back of Bakugou's head and gave a small tug, watching Bakugou unravel in his hands. "I said ask for it, or you get nothing." Kirishima saw Bakugou suck his lower lip between his teeth and bite down on it. Kirishima immediately worked his thumb into the blonde's mouth and pulled his lip out, holding Bakugou's mouth slightly open and waited for his response.     "Fuck, daddy please, please I want you to fuck me so bad, want you to destroy me n' shit, make me go fuckin' stupid on your cock. God, I need it please!"     That was all Kirishima needed.