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Bakugo prided himself on many things. The ability to sharpen knives quickly to the point of finesse. A clean and spotless kitchen. The notion of owning a business at the mere age of thirty. His cooking; a gift from god himself that allowed him to work in amongst the flames of hell… meaning his restaurant. Sometimes he even prided himself on his natural talent and leadership skills.

What he did not currently pride himself on was the group of hired miscreants standing by the kitchen window looking out to the tables, all gossiping about something no undoubtedly unimfuckingportant.

Laziness was his pet peeve and it certainly didn’t help to pay the bills when nobody was working. Still, a majority of them seemed to just brush that fact off with no hesitation if something that wasn’t their business caught their attention. He should fucking fire them all.

“What the fuck are you all standing there for?” He yelled from one of the stove top pans at the meat station that he’d taken over to stop it from fucking burning. “Get back to work!”

“Sorry Katsuki!” Uraraka, his pastry chef chimed from the cook’s window. “There’s a guy who’s been back here every week for a month and his dates are just getting worse and worse. I feel sorry for the poor guy.”

“That’s why you’re all not working?” He growled, throwing the pan to the side and plating the tenderloin. “What the fuck do I pay you assholes for?”

“They’re really, really bad dates.” She threw at him, gesturing him to come look. With a scoff and a roll of his eyes, he walked over to the kitchen window and glanced out, annoyed that he was even entertaining this stupid fucking excuse for gossip. Throwing the tea towel he was holding back over his shoulder, his eyes landed on the topic of conversation.

He wasn’t hard to miss with his ridiculously loud fire engine red hair, but that wasn’t the only thing that was loud about the guy. His button-down shirt was a gaudy print of bright yellow sunflowers and white daisies against a navy background, which was a real fucking contrast to the hair. He had coupled the trainwreck of a shirt with fucking jean shorts and a pair of white converse shoes. That would have been the end of it except he was wearing socks that were much too high for the shoes and had some sort of pizza pattern on them. The man dressed like an absolute mess, which was something coming from him given his parents were in fashion. His mother, being a designer, would literally combust. His father, being a photographer, would break his damn camera than have to shoot that outfit.

Despite all of it though, the redhead had gentle eyes and a bright as sin smile. His biceps were huge and Bakugo knew the rest of him would be ripped and tight enough to bounce a quarter off. When you looked beneath the clothes, the guy was actually really, very attractive.

Across from the poorly dressed Adonis was another guy although significantly less impressive. Short, weird purple hair with a thin upper lip and an arrogant air about him. This guy was actually dressed in an ill-fitting brown suit and probably matched his personality judging by the look on Red’s face.

“Midget just gave him a lecture on how eating starters are terrible for bloating and not to do it before sex.” Jirou, one of the regular waitresses, stated through the window. “I thought our guy did really well not to stab himself with the steak knife.” Bakugo snorted a laugh when another waiter bought out the garlic pizza starter and Red all but shoved it in his mouth causing a look of disgust from the other idiot. He doubted bloating from garlic pizza would stop him from anything if he had the redhead. Shit, where had that come from? Well, sue him. He had fucking eyes, even if they had been assaulted by the chosen attire first.

“Alright assholes, back to work.” Bakugo ordered after a long minute of watching the interaction like a teenage girl waiting for the hot gossip. “NEXT ORDER UP IN FIVE! CHEEKS, GET TO YOUR FUCKING STATION AND GIVE ME DESSERTS!”

The night ran relatively smoothly after that and he only had to remake one dish for an old lady who didn’t like how much cayenne pepper he’d added to the chicken even though it was stated on the damn menu. Part of the restaurants charm was the explosion of fucking spices. It was literally right in the name, ‘Explosion’. He’d even named the dishes after fighting moves that packed a punch with a few signature ones of his own creation in there.

Despite the good flow of the night, it didn’t stop him from furtively glanced through the kitchen window and over to the redhead every chance he got, who had seemingly flagged into a pit of self-despair as he listened to whatever crap the other guy was talking about. Red was no longer even attempting to feign a smile or even nod along. It appeared as if he had no contributing part to the conversation at all. When the short asshole stood from his chair and stated something about using the facilities, Bakugo stalked over to Uraraka who was dripping chocolate over her freshly baked chocolate lava cakes. He didn’t know what possessed him to do it, maybe he just wanted to see the redhead smile again.

“These done?” He asked, not waiting for a response and quickly plating one. “Chocolate me.” Holding it out, she glared back at him.

“Excuse me, what gives you the right?” She quipped, hand on her hip.

“The fact that I fucking pay you.” Bakugo stated, gesturing for the chocolate. “Quick.” Uraraka quickly conceded and added some extra chocolate and a scoop of ice cream to the bowl, notably unhappy about it. Chiming the bell, Jirou appeared by the window ready to deliver.

“Who’s this for?” She asked, not seeing the docket anywhere close. Because there wasn’t one.

“Red.” He nodded, towards the guy who was now flicking his nail absently as he sat by himself. “No charge.” Jiro frowned but nodded, taking the dessert over to thrift shop Hercules.

“I didn’t know you could be sweet!” Uraraka chimed, coming up behind him to watch the scene just as the redhead smiled way too fucking brightly at the gesture. God, that had been worth it.

“Fuck you, get back to work!” He growled just as the door was thrust open with force, a red faced Midoriya panting hard enough for a stress test. He had messaged in earlier and stated he was running late after missing his train from the city to visit an old mentor and friend. “We’re half way through fucking dinner service! What kind of sous-chef are you?”

“One that’s really sorry for being so late?” The green haired man asked, bandana tying his hair back.

“A useless fucking one!” He cried back, shoving the man to a station that needed some desperate help. “Take over, I’m taking ten!”

This lot would be the death of him.

“Bakugo.” Todoroki, his head server and manager came into view. He was an odd guy, only working there to establish himself away from his family that were both as rich as they were arrogant.

Todoroki managed to piss him off at any opportunity but he was a suave bastard that knew how to pair wine like a motherfucker. Todoroki pushed back a strand of hair that had fallen into his eyes, blinking with his unique heterochromia. The odd scare above his eye oddly enhanced the topaz colouring of one of them. Bakugo never asked what the scar was from, nor did the man ever offer to tell him. “Someone would like to give compliments to the chef, can I bring them back?”

From behind him, his sous-chef Deku… Midoriya squeaked a little at the suggestion as he wiped down the stove tops. It was fair, the last time he’d allowed someone back to offer praise he ended up yelling at them after they touched his favourite custom-made cooks knife. As long as the idiot coming in didn’t touch anything, he’d be fine. Possibly.

“Two minutes, I want to go the fuck home.” He ordered, glancing down to his coat to make sure it was presentable. He wasn’t usually all that messy, but working in a kitchen had disadvantages… like working with other idiots who were messy. His chef’s coat was something he loved most about his job. Mostly black with orange buttons and accentuated thread and cuffs, he felt like an absolute boss. Most of the others had just a straight black chef’s uniform save Midoriya and Uraraka who had similar coats to his but in green and pink respectively. They had been with him for a long time and had earned their status though, which he only ever admitted through giving them their coat’s. They knew better than to question or comment on it though.

Moving to sharpen his knife so tomorrow she would be ready, Bakugo heard the door swing open and a gentle clearing of the throat. Looking up, his eyes caught onto the walking tornado of mismatched clothes made worse by that bright red fucking hair. There was a short pause of silence as they sat their assessing each other. Bakugo couldn’t help but notice how really fucking gorgeous his eyes were. Vermillion, if he didn’t know any better.

“Uh, are you the chef?” His voice was deep and smooth like honey. It was enough to send a shiver straight down his spine. God, even the guy’s jaw was incredible. Those lips too. Fuck. Stop staring, Katsuki.

“What in the actual fuck are you wearing?” Were the words that came out instead of confirming his identity. Smooth.

“Kachaan!” Fucking Deku reprimanded from where he was filling out his timesheet next to Uraraka who was giggling.

“Shut up nerd, nobody asked you! You better not be claiming a full fucking shift on that.” He called back, flipping him off before turning back to the redhead, who’s mouth was now open slightly in shock. “Well?” He pressed.

“Is it that bad?” He asked, stroking down his shirt nervously. “I’m not all that good at dressing up.”

“Do you have eyes?” Bakugo asked, holding his knife up to the light to see the edge. Smooth and beautiful. “The yellow contrasts against that fucking shitty hair colour you’re sporting. And jean shorts? This is a five-star restaurant and you wear jean shorts and cons?” Deku looked like he was about to reprimand him again but Uraraka nudged him and looked on fascinated.

“I just came back here to compliment the food and say thank you, not be insulted.” The guy half glared at him and damn what he wouldn’t give to see that under him. “There’s no need to be rude and for your information, I LIKE my hair.” There was another long pause as Bakugo considered the words and processed what to do with them.

“Okay.” He waved the knife. “Go on then, compliment me and my amazing cooking. Spare no accolade.”

“You’re a dick.” Bold, considering he was holding a knife. He liked that in a man. And yeah, he deserved that curse out, but this man was making him fucking stupid. “If I didn’t like your food so much I wouldn’t bother coming back.”

“See you next week, good luck on disaster date number seven.” He waved him off, ignoring how broad the redhead’s shoulders were as he tensed them and stormed out without another word.

“Ooh,” Uraraka chimed out, smug smile on her face as she zoned in on him as soon as the other had left. “You think he’s pretty.”

“You think the redhead is pretty?” Deku asked, half gaping at him. “I didn’t think you found anyone pretty.”

“He gave him a free dessert.” Traitor cheeks.

“You gave him free dessert?” The green haired bastard chimed the words back like a fucking parrot. “Oh my god, when is the wedding?”

“Shut your stupid fucking nerd mouth before I shut it for you.” Bakugo spat, putting the knife away securely and looking around the now mostly clean kitchen.

“You could have been a bit nicer to him.” Midoriya told him sternly then. “His clothes were… well they were terrible, but he didn’t need to know that after his crappy date.”

“I think the boss would prefer to see him in much, much less.” Uraraka whispered loudly causing Bakugo to throw her the finger and mutter something about her bullshit attitude and being fired for real this time. It wasn’t true and she knew it, merely grinning and blowing a kiss before he made a point to storm out.

“You were late Deku, you fucking finish clean up by yourself.” He didn’t even wait for a response before he was out the door.

Returning home after a busy shift was always satisfying. After showering, he pulled out his box of leftovers and reheated accordingly as the television flicked to some bullshit horror movie. His trash gremlin converted to domestic house cat, Dynamight (Dee for short), nestled up beside him quickly after demanded several bits of his chicken. Spoilt brat.

It was peaceful living by himself. He had a nice, big kitchen that had been absolutely necessary given what he did for a living. He had four bedrooms, one of which had been converted to a study that also housed his drum kit. It was also two bathrooms, meaning that whoever dared come over wouldn’t mess his own space up. Outside had a deck with a hot-tub, which was particularly relaxing in winter. There was also a small, makeshift gym in one half of the garage which did him nicely. The neighbourhood was nice enough too, not that he had much to do with his neighbours but he did like the fact nobody fucking ever broke in. He was set up and pretty damn content if he were being honest.

He'd never in his life thought about sharing all of this with someone though. He wasn’t interested. Dating seemed boring and like a lot of emotional effort that he didn’t really have time for. Sure, he’d fooled around a bit when he needed to, but there never seemed to be any need to sit on the couch and cuddle someone for the sake of wanting their company. The thought had always repulsed him somewhat. He didn't need someone, he was fine on his damn own.

Frowning to himself at the notion, he wondered why the fuck that sadly dressed redhead was still on his damn mind if that were really the case.

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The short sleeved, light beige shirt covered in different coloured mushrooms that Red was sporting the following week was definitely worse than the fucking sunflower shirt. There was no doubt about it. At least this time he was sporting the horrendous shirt with a pair of black chino pants and some nice lace up boots, meaning that he had tried to take on the less than polite constructive criticism that Bakugo had offered him without any prompt. In all honesty, he was a little surprised Red came back after he had been such a dick about it.

This week’s date, another man, was significantly better looking than the last. Blonde hair, charming smile, neatly dressed. He appeared to be the full fucking package but Red, again, wasn’t smiling every time the guy spoke and seemed to look exasperated more than anything.

“Oi, weirdo.” He gestured for Jirou to come over to the window. It wasn’t like he was interested. He fucking wasn’t. He just had a right to know what was being said in his restaurant. “Update on that fucking disaster.” Bakugo gestured over to Red and his disaster date.

“I didn’t think you’d get this invested.” She smirked just as Uraraka bounced to his side.

“Are we getting an update?” She queried, looking over to the two at Red’s usual table. “He looks better than the last one, but Red looks so sad.”

“I think he’s bored.” Jiro answered back with a glance. “Blondie keeps talking about himself and all his great achievements but I’m pretty sure he’s lying because there’s no way he invented boat shoes. I think the date was more or less over when he ate from Red’s plate without permission.”

“Who the fuck steals from someone fucking plate?” Bakugo growled, watching Todoroki offer and then pour more drinks for the two. It was a nice red, but the look on the redhead’s face when he took sip suggested he was not a wine drinker. “Oh, for fuck sake. Get him some sort of mid strength calorie light beer or some shit. He looks like he’d like that shit.”

“Let me guess?” Uraraka smirked, nudging him in the arm. “On the house.”

“I just don’t want to let my fucking expensive Merlot go to waste on an idiot that won’t appreciate it.” Which was entirely true. Wine was meant to be enjoyed, not wasted on immature taste buds.

“Kachaan!” Deku called from the stove which had about seven risottos’ going at once. He hated to admit it, but the guy was a fucking machine. “I need the chicken for this risotto in six minutes!”

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do!” It was an automatic scream back, still he quickly moved into positioned to fulfill the request. He didn’t really get to see the redhead for the rest of the night, but he fucking kept thinking about him. It was doing his head in if he were being honest with himself.

“Katsuki!” Uraraka called after they had finished for the night and he was sitting in his office filling out the spreadsheet for adjusted finish times. It was hard running your own business and trying not to go over fucking budget. One day he wanted to open a sister restaurant in the city and to do that he had to budget accordingly or find someone to go into business with and that seemed like a massive fucking step considering he hated people as a general rule. “We’re going out for drinks! Come with us!”

“Who?” There was no way he was going to go out with idiots and he worked with several of them. Besides, he didn’t drink anyway, a product of having been a little too into it in his younger years that found him depressed and doing a short stint in rehab. Nobody but his parents and his asshole sous-chef knew about it and so he just avoided temptation altogether and it had worked for the past six years. It was rock bottom, considering he’d almost burnt off his face and eyebrows rocking up to work after a little too much stress relief in the form of a whiskey elixir. That wouldn’t have been a look. No sir. He would never admit it to his face, but the green haired idiot was probably his best friend and he’d seen through his hardcore abrasive shit which was something. He liked to think he knew anyway. He was pretty fucking astute like that.

“Me, Izuku, Shouto and a couple of our friends that don’t work here.” She hummed, rocking on her heels happily. “You need to socialise for once.”

“Fuck off.” His attention went back to his computer. “Not interested.”

“You’re such a work-a-holic.” Her tone was full of disapproval. “What are they going to put on your tombstone when you die single and friendless?”

“Died fucking successful and without baggage.” He didn’t so much as look at her when he answered, knowing she was probably just going to reprimand him again if he did.

“I bet Red likes social gatherings.” It was a low blow and she knew it, but it certainly got him to glance up at her smirking face that was quickly followed by a witch like cackle that was very fitting.

“Get lost or I’m not approving your overtime.” The threat was really lost on her. They’d known each other too long. They’d met in high school and were partnered in home economics because he wanted to cook. A lot of people had paid him out about the choice and called him gay to which he had given them all the finger at admitted to blowing the football captains dick. They all stopped after that. Why pay the gay kid out when he was just going to own it? It wasn’t about that anyway, it was about the cooking, even if he did have to fucking sew for a semester. His mother was a fucking fashion designer for Christ’s sake, as if he didn’t already know how to sew. By the time he hit his senior year, he went down the culinary stream and never looked back. Uraraka had annoyingly joined him for the adventure.

Midoriya on the other hand, he had known since childhood, and he had transferred into their class at the start of their final year. It pissed him off to no end that the green haired man was able to catch up so quickly but in the end it was his gain because he was actually good at what he did and even had a couple signature dishes that were now sported on the menu. When he was on holiday, the idiot did really step up his game. He and Uraraka, although not technically ‘head chef’s’ were certainly getting paid as such and neither of them were in the job for the title. Both of them always gave him a run for his fucking money and none of them would ever admit it, but it was a good thing for their progress because they were all so fucking competitive. Uraraka had them beat at all things dessert though, the fucking sweet toothed devil.

With a huff, Uraraka rolled her eyes and headed for the door before shouting over her shoulder.

“Died alone with his hand down his pants wanking to spreadsheets.” If she narrowly missed the stapler flying at her head, well then, she was just good at dodging. It wasn’t that he purposely aimed it that way.

He did like spreadsheets though. They added some semblance to the chaos in his life. Sue him if that made him a nerd.

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The next day was a day off. This was the start of three days of his alternate weekends of with Midorya. Usually, he loved these days off. He could go on his usual runs, spend some time working out, ponder some new recipes and go to bed early. Sunday mornings were reserved for brunch with his parents and although they spent half the time arguing, he quite liked the catchups. He always felt a little lighter afterwards and despite the cantankerous musings he had with his mother, he knew they would support him to the ends of the earth… and also give him a reality check when he needed it.

These days off, however, he found himself restless and irritated. He had run an extra hour than usual and it still did nothing for the stifling irritation. His mind was constantly on what was happening at the restaurant, in particular his thoughts pondered if the redhead was back with another shitty date that seemed intent on ruining his day. It was infuriating to think about and he needed details, but his pride wouldn’t suffer through texting any of the other idiots to get an update. So, by the time Sunday rolled around and he’d rocked up to a new café his mother insisted on trying, he was in a right foul mood.

“What the hell is your deal today?” His mother snapped at his third grunted response in a row. Pushing his sunglasses up his nose and crossing his arms, he merely shrugged. “Is it a lack of caffeine? Because they fucking can’t make it any faster.”

“I know that, I’m not a fucking idiot.” He growled out, crossing his legs defiantly and leaning back.

“Then stop acting like a bratty little sass queen and spill.” She ordered just as the drinks were delivered and his father sighed in relief. “Is it the restaurant? Did Izuku piss you off?”

“That asshole always pisses me off.” Ah, sweet fucking caffeine. What would he do without it? “Restaurants fine. But, ah, fuck. Never mind.”

“You can talk to us about anything, son.” His father stated, looking overly content with his smoothie, which was fair considering the coffee was pretty great. He might have to start coming here every fucking morning.

“Ugh, gross.” He looked at his father and tilted his sunglasses. “Let’s not do that ‘feelings’ bullshit.”

“Shut up, asshole child.” His mother pointed a spoon at him. “We love you, so we will do that ‘feelings’ bullshit if we want and you’ll deal with it.”

“Is it about a man?” And Christ, if his father didn’t know him too well. When his only answer was a slight frown, his mother visibly lit up like a kid on Christmas.

“It is! It’s about a man!” She cried, absolutely delighted, sitting up a little straighter in her seat. “Are you finally dating someone?”

“What, no.” He had to be quick to shut this shit down. “It’s just another idiot pissing me off. He comes in every fucking week on shit dates and no matter how bad they are he just keeps coming back for more. It’s annoying. He could get anyone and he dates those fucking losers? Who does that?” Okay, yeah, he was off on a tangent, but it was really bothering him.

“Oh, our babies got a crush.” His mother teased, knocking his shoes under the table with her own. “Why don’t you just ask him out if he’s dating?”

“Because I’m a dick who commented on his terrible fashion sense and made him hate me?” The words were out before he could stop them and his parents both laughed at his misery.

“Now I’m intrigued.” His father mused, just as their food arrived. It better be good, because it would be a shame if the coffee was good but the food was shit. “Tell us about the fashion sense.”

So, he painted the pictures as best he could and his parents had to admit how fucking horrible it sounded. It had come from professionals in the industry so he felt completely justified. He was halfway through describing the jean shorts and pizza socks when he felt a presence by the table to probably deliver the second coffee he’d ordered. Glancing up, he almost shit himself at the sight of Red, hair pulled back and dressed in a navy blue button down and grey apron. Bakugo was entirely sure this was his work uniform, but damn it was doing something for him. It was different from the servers so he had to wonder if he was the barista or something. He dressed like one with that fucking cute apron. His parents noted the odd, prolonged moment of silence as the two looked at each other and began chuckling between themselves.

“Coffee?” Red held it up, glancing around the table. Why the fuck wasn’t he wearing a name badge? That would have been the easiest way to learn his name, although to be fair, he didn't have his name on his uniform either. People just knew who he was, which may have seemed arrogant but he didn't care.

“Uh, yeah.” He held up a finger to indicate it was his. Red gave a tight smile before placing it in front of him.

“For your information, I came from the gym and had forgotten my long pants.” Red told him frankly. “My shirts might be bright, but I’m not a twat.” Fuck. What was he meant to say to that? “Maybe you could use a pop of colour to break up that morbid funeral look you’ve got going on, enjoy your coffee.” He didn’t even have a chance to think of a retaliation as he watched him walk off, ass looking absolutely fantastic in those fucking jeans.

“He’s right Katsuki.” Fuck. He turned to glare at his mother. “You really do wear too much black.”

“Fuck off!” Shit, maybe he shouldn’t come back here. He was paid out for the rest of the breakfast, that was not at all terrible, about his crush and the fact he’d been stunned into silence by the attractiveness of the other man.

He and his parents always took it in turns to pay and unfortunately for him, today it was his turn. They’d been sitting outside and now he had to walk inside and try and not act like any more of a fucking idiot.

His eyes automatically found the redhead who was busy making coffee by the machine, singing along absently to whatever shit pop song was playing in the background. Judging by the look of things, he was also currently manning the till. Fuck his life. Red looked up from his post, smile faltering slightly before he steeled himself.

“One sec.” He offered quickly before pouring the coffees into their respective mugs and hitting the bell for assistance. “Sorry, short staffed. How was everything today?”

“It was fine.” A shrug. That was as good as he was going to get. “Coffee was good.” Okay, he threw him a bone.

“I’m going to assume 'fine' and 'good' are compliments coming from a chef.” Astute observation and entirely correct. “Considering you ordered a second.”

“If I sold coffee at my restaurant, I’d want it to be that standard.” He couldn’t help himself, he needed to kind of make up for being a dick without directly saying it because, well, fuck that.

“Your restaurant?” That seemed to surprise the redhead entirely as he kind of just widened his eyes and gaped a little. “What are you? Like mid-twenties?”

“I’m thirty.” He rolled his eyes at the response.

“It’s been open for like, eight years!” Red cried, completely shook from the information.

“Yeah, I know.” Bakugo deadpanned at him. “Since I opened it.”

“How?” Geez, this guy was way too impressed over such an insignificant detail.

“I was the best and I knew it.” It was a cocky statement but, hey it was true so he wasn’t going to pretend it wasn’t.

“Cocky.” Red muttered, punching the order into the till with his eyebrows raised.

“It’s not cocky if it’s true.” The redhead cocked an eyebrow at the words and shook his head.

“It’s a good thing you can back it up.” The other told him, pointing to the total on the screen.

“I can back up a lot of other things I say.” He didn’t really intend for it to come across so flirtatiously but he didn’t regret it when the redhead blushed the shade of his hair. He was pretty sure it was the low, suggestive voice he used. With a grin, he pulled out his card to pay for the services before pulling out a fifty and placing it in Red’s apron pocket. “It was really good fucking coffee and that shirt looks good on you.” He didn’t even look back as he made sure to saunter off, despite really wanting to. It was the principle of the matter and he really couldn’t take it if he knew the guy was staring at his ass, even if he felt the eyes.

His fantasies were well and truly out of fucking control. His bedroom, lounge, kitchen and hottub had all been graced with lewd fantasies involving a certain redheaded barista without his clothes. By the time he had made it to bed, he was jacked out and spent. It wasn’t enough to satiate his hunger though. He couldn’t remember the last thing he was so desperate to taste that he could make. He’d forgotten what it was like to be fucking this hungry for something.

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It had been a shit assed fucking day. First off, his order didn’t come in so he was down poultry on a chicken heavy guest night. Secondly, Uraraka had managed to burn half the fucking cakes in her distraction as she text flirted with some chick she’d met at the gym, meaning that the desserts were running forty minutes behind schedule. Lastly, he and Deku had gotten into a screaming match over some insignificant detail, that wound up leaving the green haired idiot in tears and Bakugo being shunned by his fucking manager for the night. What a kitchen nightmare.

For the first time in a long damn time, he had stormed outside for a breather, despite it being cold as fucking shit. There was definitely going to be snowing soon. He could feel the chill right to his bones and the jacket was doing shit to stop it. Thank fuck inside was heated accordingly, but right now outside was the better deal. He may have aggressively kicked a bolted trash can for emphasis of his annoyance.

“Bad night, huh?” That honey smooth voice cut through the air like a buttery knife of bliss. Glancing up, Bakugo ran a hand through his hair and pulled slightly to try and ease the tension of the headache he had developed.

“Filled to the brim with fucking incompetence.” His voice came out as a growl as he threw himself into the bus stop bench that was several metres down from his place. It was these sorts of moments where he understood why people craved cigarettes, but he valued his lungs and flawless skin too much to give it a try. Actually, he really wanted a fucking drink, but there was no way he was going down that rabbit hole again.

Red stood with his hands deep in his burgundy puff jacket, black scarf nestled tightly around his neck and fucking matching earmuffs. It was a sin to look that fucking good with earmuffs. His nose was slightly red from the cool and if that wasn’t just the cutest damn thing he’d ever seen.

“Ditching your shit date already?” He’d had a total of three disaster dates over the course of the week, which would have had to have been taxing. Yet here he was, back for more.

“Nah man, I ordered from the take-out menu online.” Bakugo recalled the porterhouse cut with garlic, herb and peppercorn rub sided with a half rib cut with his special homemade spicy barbeque sauce. It had to be his because he was the only customer that ate that much fucking meat.

“How the fuck does a barista afford all this fucking food?” It wasn’t like it was a cheap establishment to dine in. He’d won awards for heavens sake. He had two fucking Michelin stars and was determined to win a third, despite the fact that tonight had been fucking atrocious.

“Oh, that’s not really my job.” He smiled, taking the opportunity to sit next to him instead. “I only work there on weekends to help my Ma out. She owns the café.” Well if that wasn’t the fucking most genuine thing ever.

“So, what do you do then?” He didn’t even know this guys name and he was asking about his fucking job. Good one, Katsuki.

“I’m a geneticist throughout the week.” Damn… fuck, how was this guy still single and also dating morons? No wonder he could pay for all the food. Bakugo let out a low whistle, glancing over at the guy. “I just wanted to help people if I could, ya know?”

“Sure.” Because what the hell are you meant to say to that absolutely angelic admission when you were a complete fucking demon? How was this man even fucking real? Good looking, buff, smart and actually a good person? He had to be tripping right now. Bakugo wanted to know everything about this guy. He was way too intriguing. He was about to ask another, probably invasive question, when an interruption sounded.

“Kachaan!” Midoriya half yelled in a semi panic from the door, clearly having swallowed his pride enough to speak to him. Bakugo cursed internally. “One of the new chef’s sliced the tip of his finger off!”

“Oh motherfucker!” Why wasn’t anything fucking easy tonight? “Gotta go, Red.”

“Red?” He asked, frowning up at him. “Is that what you seriously call me?”

“No, I call you shitty hair or thrift shop Hercules.” Bakugo countered, walking to the door. “Your food is done, by the way.” He didn’t hear the redhead say anything further, so he stormed ahead ready and determined to yell some more about incompetence, hoping he didn’t have to find the fucking fingertip. He was already cursing hard at the fucking paperwork he’d have to do after the damn shift.

~

Red was back in fighting form three days later. Today’s outfit consisted of a gaudy pink long sleeved button down with flamingo’s and green leaves patterned across it. He had matched it with long, tan corduroy pants and brown boots. His hair was spiked today, making him look like some sort of theatrical art piece created by an aspiring university student that had some unknown political meaning that nobody understood.

Bakugo had to wonder if he actually liked these clothes or if he was really just not right in the fucking head. What made him think pink would suit him? Maybe he just didn’t care. Maybe it was a statement. Who fucking knew? Bakugo was behind the bar when he’d walked in, trying to decide which sherry would give enough flavour to his reduction. His eyes had immediately locked onto the disaster and it had been like a car crash where he almost didn’t want to look but he just couldn’t look away. It was so damn bright.

“Now that is just offensive.” Todoroki glanced up and pulled a face at the horrible outfit before shaking his head and handing a drink order to the resident bar tender, Shinso.

“It’s almost like he doesn’t want these dates to work if he’s dressing like that.” The purple haired, tired looking man agreed, pulling out some wine glasses.

“He’s just a clueless fucking idiot.” Bakugo muttered, turning away and grabbing the bottle of sherry he’d decided on. As he started to walk away, he paused and sighed. “Send him a drink on the house while he waits.” The other two exchanged glances to which he promptly ignored. He had a reduction to make.

There was nothing more hilarious when Red’s date rocked up with his mother in tow. The other guy was tall, stiff looking with a square jaw and glasses. What made it even more hilarious was the three-piece suit and pretentious driving gloves that he all but refused to remove. Red looked both confused and concerned by the man. There was no fucking way he was going to leave this untouched, so he made their meals relatively slowly and insisted on taking them out there himself to ‘apologise’ for the wait. As he approached, he had to hold back a laugh as the guys mother proceeded to lick the napkin and dab the corner of his mouth. Red almost didn’t know where to look as it happened, notably uncomfortable.

“Um…” The redhead scrambled for any sort of question. “What is it that you do for work?”

“He works in the finance division of a car dealership, sweetie.” The mans mother answered for him, proudly pinching her son’s cheek. “His father and I are very proud. It’s a family run business.” Of course it was.

“Oh, amazing.” Red smiled politely, fiddling with his fork a little out of discomfort.

“You really would be lucky to date him,” She continued proudly. “He’s smart, funny and a hard worker. And I don’t want to overstep, but I have heard that he is a fantastic lover.” Red spat the water he had just taken a sip of, coughing and spluttering at the words. Bakugo snorted a laugh before steeling himself quickly when three sets of eyes locked on him. The vermillion ones he kept imagining beneath him were staring in horror.

“Sorry to interrupt.” He locked eyes with the redhead as he handed out the meals. “I just wanted to apologise personally for the delay in your meals tonight. Service is very important to us, so I hope it doesn’t reflect negatively on us.”

“Oh, it’s fine darling.” The woman chimed happily, digging into her pasta dish. “We’re all having a lovely time.”

“You good there red?” He smirked, patting his back when he let out a couple more coughs. “Can’t have the regulars choking now.”

“I’m fine.” He wheezed out and Bakugo caught a whiff of whatever delectable cologne he was sporting. Shit, he smelt like a sexy, sexy man.

“Good, let me know if you need anything.” He may have emphasised the end word and Red looked at him curiously before nodding, seemingly receiving the message of 'let me know and I will help you'.

“Thank you.” His fucking pleasure.

“Bakugo.” Todoroki called his name from the door, gesturing for him to come over. With a roll of his eyes, he left the plating to his understudy for the night and stormed over. “The redhead is at the bar asking to speak to you.” With a quick shout out of orders, he exited the kitchen and quickly made his way back to the bar where Red was standing and furtively looking over his shoulder.

“What?” He demanded, catching his attention quickly.

“Dude, do you have a back exit?” Red whispered urgently. “I’m pretty sure his mother just suggested ‘trying me out’ first before he did so he wouldn’t be disappointed. That’s way too weird for me.”

“The fact that she’s even fucking here wasn’t fucking weird to you?” He cocked an eyebrow before rolling his eyes at the waves of desperation flooding off of his body. “You can wait in my office until they’re gone since you ordered dessert.”

“Oh my god, thank you.” He visibly relaxed at the words and quickly followed him to the back where his office was located. The two at the table didn’t so much as look his way as they whispered away to each other, probably discussing what a stud the redhead was.

“Don’t touch shit and don’t fucking readjust my chair.” Bakugo warned, letting him in. “I’ll be back soon.” The redhead nodded a couple times as he looked around before turning and giving him and earth-shattering smile. God, if he hadn’t had been working and had no pride, he would straddle the guy right on his fucking desk.

It was an effort to walk away, but he managed without having a fucking aneurism burst so that was something. Walking back in sometime later, he found the redhead reading the notebook where he wrote down all his recipe ideas. It wasn’t exactly super personal, but it was something he was a bit protective over. Still, with his legs crossed up on his desk and his body leaning back into the chair, the redhead looked quite content. And hot as fuck. Don’t forget sexy. Bakugo almost found himself not giving a shit what the guy did as long as he continued looking completely mouth watering with everything he did. He almost dropped the crème Brulé he was holding.

“You’re really talented to come up with all of these.” Red commented, eyes flicking to him and then the dessert in his hand. “Is that my dessert?” Now Bakugo wasn’t one to blatantly stare and subsequently lose all concept of time and meaning, but when those vermillion eyes blinked and widened a little and he bit down on his bottom lip in anticipation at the thought of receiving dessert, that’s exactly what happened. Who needs to remember one’s own name when one is standing in front the face of perfection?

“Yeah, what of it shitty hair?” He offered instead of what his mind really wanted him to say. ‘Bite me, kiss me, take me here’ those kinds of unhelpful things. The guy’s eyes narrowed.

“My name is Eijiro Kirishima.” Red offered, finally sitting up right. “I think it’s about time we knew each other’s names.”

“Considering your fucking wage alone is probably paying for my waitress, you’d think so.” He shrugged, glancing at the dessert and actively avoiding the name like a stubborn idiot. It was a nice name but he was just being a prick about it. “What’s your deal?”

“What do you mean?” Kirishima asked, eyeing the dessert again. Bakugo rolled his eyes and thudded across the room to give it to him.

“I mean you’ve been coming here for two fucking months with a different train wreck of a date each time.” He pointed out. “Not one stuck? Or are you just in for a penny in for a pound?”

“What?” Kirishima proceeded to look confused as he accepted the dessert.

“You fuck and leave?” He clarified.

“What, no dude!” The guy stated quickly, shaking his hands. “They’ve all just been really bad dates. I decided…” He sighed heavily. Forlorn. “I just wanted to find love; you know?”

“Aren’t there less expensive ways to find love?” He asked, leaning back on the wall as Kirishima picked up the dessert spoon and took a bite out of the crème Brule.

“Maybe, but I just think it shows respect if you wine and dine them.” He shrugged before sighing again. “I don’t know what I’m doing really. I recently started dating guys after a long journey of self-discovery and personal truths, which would be fine but all the guys on dating sites are just… well you’ve seen them.”

“My personal favourite was the one that casually ate through the whole fucking candle on the table and you sat there smiling like he wasn’t completely fucking psycho.” He admitted with a savage grin. “Seconded by the ball scratcher who used his fork to get the itch. Momma’s boy has to be third.”

“You were watching them all?” Kirishima groaned unhappily, rubbing his temples.

“Dating sites are fucking shit.” Bakugo told him with conviction. “It’s easier if you just fucking meet someone normally. Who even has time for dating sites?”

“Not you, clearly.” Kirishima told him, licking his spoon clean like a tease. “Who do you date then?”

“I’m too busy to date.” He answered, kicking off the wall to stretch a little. “This is restaurant is my lover and that’s enough.” He added when Kirishima looked at him with a confused, awe-struck expression. He was lying of course. He would date if Kirishima was the other part of that equation.

“Wow, bro!” The redhead chimed. “That’s so manly.”

“Idiot.” Bakugo stopped himself from stalking away, contemplating something in his head for a second. “Katsuki. That’s my name, so don’t fucking call me ‘bro’ again. The weirdo’s are gone. Take your time in getting lost, I have to do ordering later anyway.”

“Oh, I’ll just settle the bill quickly!” Kirishima attempted causing Bakugo to wave him off.

“Tills been counted. Don’t worry about it.” He had definitely left it that long on purpose.

“Thank you Katsuki.” Kirishima called after him. “I really appreciate it.”

Kirishima was gone by the time he managed to check again. Instead, he walked back in and found Todoroki and Deku already pooled into his office and adding their wants and needs to the ordering form on his computer.

“I told you two to not touch shit!” Naturally they never fucking listened. Assholes.

“But you never order enough prosciutto for my signature dish.” Midoriya claimed, glancing up at him and not moving and inch.

“And you always order the wrong wine from our Italian suppliers.” Todoroki mused, pointed to the screen to which Midoriya right clicked and added a number to. “They have similar names, so it’s understandable but I requested at least five times for you to pay attention to it.”

“I always order the right one!” He retaliated, storming over to look over Midoriya’s shoulder to make sure. “I don’t make mistakes.”

“You order the dry one that goes with fish. I need the one that pairs with steak and rich foods.” The half-half bastard explained unhappily. “Otherwise, what’s the point?” Looking at the screen, he noted the two wines right by each other and yeah, he’d been clicking the wrong one.

“Maybe I wanted that one.” He bit his bottom lip and scowled.

“Trust me, nobody wants that one.” Todoroki answered quickly. “You might as well take it off the list.”

“Done.” Midoriya answered, right clicking the top and deleting it from the order sheet. Fucking asshole. Rolling his eyes, he conceded to just letting the two do it.

“Just make sure you put enough damn steak cuts on there.” He growled, throwing himself onto the couch he’d put in there for the days he worked too late and ended up crashing in his office, exhausted and run off his feet. “Oh and saffron.” It wasn’t like Midoriya hadn’t ever done the ordering before.

He must have fallen asleep on the couch because he was suddenly being shaken awake with a startle.

“Have you been sleeping?” The green haired nerd asked him, a look of concern on his face.

“Hah?” He squinted an eye open to look at him before groaning and forcing himself up into a seated position. Todoroki appeared to have left. “Enough, I guess.”

“So that’s a no then.” Midoriya sat down next to him like he had the right to be that comfortable. “Is it the nightmares again? Anything you want to talk about?” Did he really want to admit to his annoying best friend that he was staying up too late fantasising about the horribly dressed redhead and their life together like some obsessed freak? No sir. That was way too embarrassing and a little crazy. Even he knew that.

“I’m fine, nerd.” A yawn and a stretch later he was on his feet. “Are we done here?”

“Yeah, Kachaan, all finished.” He smiled up at him warmly and he hated the feeling of stupid affection he had for the guy. Friendship was weird.

Chapter Text

The world had to be shitting him. The world had to be shitting him because there was no way that Kirishima had just walked through his five-star fucking restaurant doors in a pair of overalls. And not even nice overalls that made some sort of fashion statement. They were fucking cameo washed denim that cut off down at the ankles and were about two sizes two big. At least his feet were presentable with a pair of black docs, but the socks could still be seen poking out of the top and they seemed to match the fucking ugly as sin geometrical cobalt blue and neon green shirt he was wearing underneath. Bakugo was starting to wonder if the man was actually colour blind because there was no way that ensemble could be an active, conscious choice, right?

This time, he couldn’t help but storm over to the table with Kirishima’s drink in hand and slam it down in front of him just to prove a point.

“What are you doing?” He hissed, glancing around the room to make sure no one else was watching. Kirishima raised his eyebrows in surprise but smiled at the drink. Damn, he was way too pretty for those ugly clothes.

“What do you mean?” Apparently, he was going to play this cool and that drove him even more insane.

“Who dresses you?” He asked lowly, eyes trailing down that muscly body. “Because either they have terrible taste or they’re trying to make me snap into tearing them off of you. This is fucking horrific.”

“That’s a weird way to say you hate my clothes.” He had a point, but it changed nothing. He’d probably tear them off with his teeth if given the choice. “I pick them out myself.”

“This is a five-star restaurant and you’re wearing fucking cameo overalls.” He knew that Kirishima was clearly terrible at dressing himself but he did have to maintain some standards when it came to fine dining. They had a policy in place for a reason.

“But everything is like, name brand?” Oh, the poor innocent, sweet soul. He really was just a clueless idiot. “I check and make sure before I come… well except for the jean shorts but I explained that accident already.”

“You don’t have to wear name brand, idiot.” Bakugo rubbed his face in frustration. “But you can’t wear casual attire here. Closed in shoes, slacks and a button down are typically the go. Give or take a tie.”

“I don’t know how to tie a tie.” The redhead mused thoughtfully, biting his bottom lip. It was kind of sexy. Bakugo wanted to bite it for him. “Okay, I have what I wore to work in the car! I’ll grab it and change.” Hopefully it was a right sight better than that mess.

“I hope you did not insult that poor guy too much.” Uraraka scolded from the window as he walked past and back into the kitchen. “He looks fragile and like a genuine, soft soul.”

“I told him the fucking dress code.” He retorted, slamming the door open and looking around to make sure everyone was on track, which thankfully, they were for once.

“I don’t know why you won’t just ask him out?” She pushed, coming to stand beside him as he pulled out some sauce pans and began to oil them up, waiting for the first of the orders to arrive so he could shout them out and start yelling. It was great being in charge, because yelling was kind of cathartic and just a natural part of being a chef.

“I’m not looking, cheeks.” He answered in an absolute fucking lie, snatching the first docket to come through. He’d always be looking in Kirishima’s case, but he was too damn proud to ask anyone out.

Call it an ego thing, but he didn’t like to do anything that could be considered soft or weak. He was hardcore and successful and judging by the standard and quality of the men the redhead asked out, he either didn’t have great self-esteem or he wasn’t interested in success. “ARE WE READY?”

After a smooth start, the kitchen was running nicely. Everyone was doing their jobs tonight and the meals were coming out flawlessly. It did, however, keep him distracted long enough that he almost forgot about the man of his affections sitting outside on a date. That was until his table number never surfaced and he glanced up to find the redhead sitting there, alone with a sad look on his face as he peeled the label on his beer. He had changed into a deep burgundy, long-sleeved button-down shirt with nicely fitted black slacks and a pair of dark brown loafers. He’d even tucked the shirt in, leaving the top three buttons undone for show. Fuck, if Bakugo thought he looked good before, this was next fucking level. That was what he wore to work? Shit.

The question was, who the fuck would stand up such an incredible looking person and were they stupid? If he ever had the chance, he’d never fucking walk away, even if he rocked up dressed like a brightly, offensive new traffic sign. That was just who he was, a happy, genuine, brightly dressed guy looking for love.

Tonight, he wasn’t dressed like that. Tonight, he was every bit as beautiful as Bakugo could ever imagine and it wasn’t fair that he was sitting alone with that look on his face. With a sigh and the little bit of a lull in the kitchen, he decided to walk out and see what the go was. Fuck just asking around, he definitely needed to go directly to the source. This time Kirishima noticed him coming, and sighed, leaning back in the chair.

“How long do I sit here before it starts looking really pathetic?” His gorgeous, vermillion eyes looked up to him while he plastered a sad little smile on his face.

“Probably about an hour ago.” He answered, leaning a little on the table. “But fuck whoever that guy was. You deserve better than that. You deserve better than all these shit assed dates you’ve been going on. Just fucking remember that before you damn well agree to them. Know your worth, Red.”

“Did you come all the way out here just to make me feel better?” Kirishima asked, blushing a little at the words.

“I came out here to tell you that I need the table.” A lie, but it was a strategic cover for his little admission.

“Oh.” The sadness was back, causing the redhead to look at the table. “Yeah. Makes sense.”

“What do you want to eat?” He asked with a sigh, giving in to the sadness and making Kirishima look back up at him in surprise. “I’ll make whatever you want to go. No charge since you got stood up.”

“You give me too much free stuff.” He was going to argue that it wasn’t true, but the smile was back and he wanted it to stay there. “I appreciate it, but you really don’t have to.”

“Just fucking accept the generosity, or don’t.” He shrugged, standing back up and straightening himself out. “Your fucking loss though.”

“The pork belly?” Kirishima offered quickly before he could walk off. “It’s my favourite dish.”

“Done.” It was one of his favourites too. Sticky slow roasted pork belly with an original spiced apple sauce. It had taken years to perfect it to exactly how he liked it and it had paid off. It was mouth wateringly soft and delectable and he’d won awards for it. “By the way, you look really fuckin’ good. The colours suit you.” It was a slip but, but hell his brain wasn't fucking working.

Kirishima smiled a smile that was brighter than a thousand damn suns and put them to shame. It was almost too much to look at and he almost had to look away, but then he reminded himself that it might be a rare occurrence and he wanted it damn well burned into his retinas for eternity. If anyone ever questioned or doubted his sexuality, all they would have to do is look at this moment to realise that he was experiencing some pretty homosexual feelings for this guy. He was pretty sure he was hyper focusing on the others mouth as thoughts of their wedding flashed across his mind as stupid rendition of ‘I’m a believer’ echoed dumbly in his mind. Shaking himself out of his little reverie, he turned stiffly with a nod and power walked back to the kitchen where he grabbed a tea towel and promptly muffled his scream into it.

“Uh, are you okay there?” Uraraka asked as she and Deku flanked either side, looking at him in concern. Is this what being a gay disaster felt like? Probably. “Did Red say something?”

“No.” He spat, dropping the now dirty tea towel to the floor. “It’s fine, fuck! I need pork belly!”

“Kachaan, what happened?” Midoriya asked, guiding him over to the stove and handing him a pan. It was probably a good call considering his mind was still halfway between walking down the aisle and burning from the inside out from that fucking smile. “Talk to me as you cook. I know it soothes you.” As the kitchen hand promptly bought him a serving of roasted pork belly to sear to completion, he glared.

“I need more than that, you useless fuck.” It was a little harsh, but goddamn it he was going to give Kirishima the world through his stomach tonight, if it was the last thing he did. Judging by how stupid he was currently being, there was a good chance he’d accidently fucking die tonight doing something ridiculous because apparently brain function was for sane people.

“What did we talk about when it comes to the assistants?” Midoriya asked calmly causing Bakugo to glare daggers in his direction.

“How am I supposed to be fucking nice when I am clearly losing my fucking mind?” He snapped, heating up the pan and almost burning himself in his haste. Nice was a little bit of an overstatement. They had agreed that he wouldn’t call them names at best. Midoriya was under the impression that it hurt their fragile little egos and set them up for a lifetime of failure and fear of authority. Bakugo was under the impression they should find less intense jobs if that’s how they felt. The discussion had ended up in a heated argument, but they had found a middle ground of ‘no name calling’ that he managed to live with.

“What did you do now?” Uraraka asked from the opposite side of the industrial bench, spooning a hazelnut ganache onto some form of decadent looking pastry.

“I… fuck!” He shouted, banging the pan loudly before taking a breath. “I… comforted him.” The kitchen was so silent you could hear a pin drop as if it were a shattering, irreparable plate. The sizzling of the oil was the only thing that broke the silence. Uraraka was standing there, gaping at him as her ganache dripped heavily off of the spoon she was using. Midoriya’s eyes were wide as he held onto a chopping board to help make the side salad that came with the dish. From the window, Jirou and Todoroki were peering in, trying to work out what was happening. The reaction really proved his point. He didn’t like people. He didn’t date. He didn’t fucking bother, so why did it feel like his heart was being strangled at the thought of one of Kirishima’s dates actually working one day? It was so damn stupid, but he liked seeing the idiot happy and he wanted to be the one that put that smile there. Shit.

“Why don’t you just ask him out?” Uraraka finally broke the silence with some stupid advice. Everybody quickly scuttled off to their respective posts after that. “He’ll say yes.”

“Fuck off, I don’t need anyone.” He spat the automatic reply quicker than he thought possible, but the furling in his stomach and the raised hairs on the back of his neck told a different story. “I don’t even like him.”

“You’re such a liar, Kachaan.” Midoriya rolled his eyes and he was tempted to punch the little nerd right in the face, but he was sure he’d punch right back and didn’t really feel like sporting a ridiculous black eye. “You’re allowed to be human. You’re allowed to like someone. It’s not a crime.”

“It should be because it’s stupid.” Great, intelligent comeback. “Come back to me when you finally find the balls to follow your own advice.” It was no secret that the sous-chef was sporting a hard on for a certain manager at the restaurant, even if he didn’t outwardly admit it. It was no secret that a certain manager was harbouring feelings for the green haired sous-chef either, it was just that nobody talked about it and they had been tiptoeing around it for fucking years like they belonged in a soap opera.

“The difference is,” Midoriya told him bluntly in reply. “I can admit it to myself. In your case, you are the only thing standing in your way because you don’t know how to deal with feelings or anything that gets too deep or emotional.”

“Fuck off, Deku.” He growled, suddenly feeling a bit more like himself. Arguing with the nerd was easy and something he could focus on doing while he made the dish.

He didn’t take it out to Kirishima, though he made sure it had adequate meat and sides before sending it off with Jirou. The extra bits weren’t because he harboured secret feelings for the guy. They were there because he had made extra and the guy had had a rough night. He needed something tasty to fill the probably aching hole of despair. Aching hole of despair… he had one of those too, although his wouldn’t be filled with food that was for sure.

~

Staring at his roof wasn’t the way Bakugo envisioned his day off, but it was torrentially raining outside and he was feeling a little off. He wasn’t sick in the conventional sort of way, but his body did feel heavy and his brain, foggy. It was littered with imaged of a certain redhead and all their interactions over the past month and it made him kind of frustrated and albeit a little depressed. It was annoying him that he couldn’t switch off his brain long enough to clear the images and pull his head in. It was infuriating that his body was having such a visceral reaction to the guy that he could barely focus on anything else. This wasn’t who he was. He was rich, successful and talented. He had a cat and self-proclaimed friends and that should have been enough for a lifetime.

Up until recently, he never thought about falling asleep next to someone, getting to know someone, dating someone or even potentially loving someone. It all felt like a trainwreck waiting to happen. It was almost frightening in a way, how much the feeling could be likened to one of addiction. He struggled with it daily, so it wasn’t like he didn’t know the feeling. The need. The want. How it stayed in the forefront of your mind no matter what you were doing.

Once he started down this track, he should have known it would be hard to quit. He wondered if the withdrawal symptoms would be just as shit as they had been with the drink. Maybe that was why he never let anyone get close enough. It had been painful going through that and it wasn’t even with something that mattered. Kirishima would matter. He didn’t want him to matter quite so much. Maybe it would be a good thing when he finally hit it off with a date. It would hopefully make it easier for him to drop it. He wouldn’t have to see him and his ugly clothes so much and he would be able to focus back on gaining his third Michelin star and opening the new restaurant in the city. He was nothing if not dedicated to his work.

That’s what he had to focus on. Not this empty feeling of desperation and loneliness. He was Katsuki fucking Bakugo and he didn’t wallow over shit all.

Deciding that he really needed a caffeine boost, he made his way to the little café owned by mother Kirishima. It would be safe there today as it was a Friday and the man would be at work, not adorably helping out by making delicious coffee. The recipe books he bought along to decipher and challenge were tucked neatly under his arm along with his own notebook. He was currently in the process of writing his own cookbook and he needed to cross reference and make sure his shit was original. It was a good distraction, considering his was still in his sad, wallowing clothes. With his baggy black sweats and grey and white two-toned shirt, beanie, scarf, leather gloves and jacket, he looked like he came directly from a back ally rap contest, just with better accessories.

“Oh, chili prawns.” A woman commented, looking down at the magazine that was open and he was subsequently scribbling over and crossing things out. It was a process. Clearly, she was just looking at the picture. “My son loves chili prawns, although I’m not much of a gourmet cook.” He would have told her to get lost, but she appeared to be holding his coffee and she had a nice, friendly air about her that he couldn’t be impolite to. It kind of reminded him of Midoriya’s mother, except taller with black hair. And a bit more tanned. With red eyes instead of green. Okay, she was nothing like her in looks, but the motherly personality seemed the same.

“Neither is my mother.” He answered, eyeing off the coffee with need. “She burns bread past being toasted. I’m pretty sure milk would set on fire if she made cereal.” You’d think she would have learned a thing or two considering he had tried to teach her, but she had promptly told him it was his job and therefore she didn’t need to learn. The woman finally sat his coffee down on the table and smiled warmly at him. It was a smile he recognised and for the first time he clicked that he was speaking to Kirishima’s mother. They looked pretty similar, save the red hair but now looking at her, he was pretty sure that Kirishima's was dyed. Of course, it was fucking dyed. Nobody had had naturally that fucking bright.

“My forte is breakfast food.” She told him happily. “But I leave most of it to the cooks these days. Are you a chef?”

“I am.” He picked up the coffee and took a sip. It was pure fucking bliss.

“And you like what you do?”

“I fucking love it.” It was the only thing he’d ever really been honest about feeling his whole damn life. He loved his job and would probably always love it. It was his dream, his passion and his life goal to be the best at it. He’d trained and studied under some of the best and once he opened the restaurant in the city, he’d be able to train more of the future bests. He couldn’t wait. It was lucky the city was only about forty minutes away, so he could commute back and forth between the two restaurants.

“Well, when you release your cookbook there, I’ll be sure to buy it.” She smiled again with an easy smile. It kind of made him wish he was sitting there with his own mother. He hated to admit it, but maybe he just needed a bit of love today, even if neither of them would ever admit their relationship was good.

“Thanks…” She nodded at him in acceptance before shuffling back to the counter to make more coffee. He stayed there a while, working, watching, wondering… His mood didn’t really pick up at all which was annoying, so finally he sighed, packed up and paid before making his way to his parent’s studio where they worked when they weren’t on bit fashion projects.

He let himself in without asking like he used to do as a teenager when he was bored and needed something to do. He didn’t really have a whole great deal of friends he wanted to hang around on a regular basis, so it was a good time waster. Sometimes his mother allowed him to create a costume for the drama students, other times his father taught him the different elements of photography and lighting. Sometimes he would just sit there and do his own thing and come up with recipes and plans for his kitchen.

It was nice in a way as they just let him be unapologetically who he was; they let him wear what he wanted, right down to the eye liner and black nail polish, and do whatever he felt inspired to do that day. They never cared he was gay. They just accepted it and they all fucking moved on. Others wouldn’t have been so lucky. He knew other parents talked about him and had something to say, his mother had ended up in several fights with them over the years. It bothered him a little in middle school and he retaliated in excess and was a complete ass to all his friends and peers, but then he just stopped giving a fuck and moved on with his life. He had struggled to let people in since then, but a few has still managed to worm their way in.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” His mother looked up from her sketching desk and cocked an eyebrow before eyeing the tray of coffee he’d bought. “Is that coffee?”

“Don’t fucking question my intentions.” He growled back, throwing his bag to the side and stalking over to her and forcefully smashing her beverage down on the desk. “Where’s dad?”

“He just left for a shoot in the city.” Her hands clasped around the coffee like a vulture before she peered up to him with narrowed eyes. “You look weird. What’s up with you.”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t bullshit me, I birthed your ass for thirty-six fucking hours you difficult brat.” She concluded like it was something to boast about. “Now spill.”

“Just let me sit here for a while, you absolute hag.” Pursing her lips, she nodded, knowing he didn’t ever just rock up if he was having a good time. It was his safe spot. A good thinking place where he could just fucking be.

“Are you helping me or do you have your own stuff to do?” She sighed, watching him pull a chair over to the other side of her desk.

“I’ll help.” She merely nodded, pushing some papers and fabrics over to him so he could help with the colour scheme.

“Oi, brat.” They had been sitting there for a couple hours and he’d just gotten up to stretch and get some water when his mother touched his shoulder. “Come here.” She pulled him into a hug and for once, he didn’t fight it. He just let her do her motherly thing. Sometimes she could be maternal. “Don’t spiral again. Come here when you need to.”

Was that what he was doing? Spiralling? Maybe it was, or maybe it was just the fucking rain.

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There was no winning against a fucking snow storm. It was too early in the season for this shit which meant that it was going to be extra cold and extra snowy over the course of the winter and Bakugo was not about that life. He always felt like a bit of a pretentious prick dressing in a turtleneck, but goddamn they were warm when he had the rest of the fashion worthy accents on with it.

If he had it his way, he’d never leave the comfort of his house with the internal heating and a fireplace, but he was in desperate need for coffee and was determined to get one before a blizzard sealed him in. He was being dramatic. It wasn't nearly that treacherous in terms of weather and the snow storm was actually quite mild, but he did like being dramatic about the cold.

The restaurant was still open with bookings throughout the week, but there was still a chance that the stupid storm may close him for a couple days if it got any worse and that would force him to be alone with his thoughts which seemed more stupid and dangerous than trudging through a blizzard to work. With that thought in mind, he also also needed to stock up on supplies and shit to do so he didn’t go absolutely fucking insane if it did happen. It probably wouldn’t happen in the next week, but still he wasn’t about to risk it.

Grumbling to himself, he trudged through the doors of Kirishima’s mother’s cafe, cold and annoyed. His nose was red and tingling from the cold, despite the scarf all but wrapped around his face. It wasn’t overly busy because of the snow and he was thankful because he was grumbly as fuck.

“Well you look cold!” Fuck, Kirishima sounded way too fucking chipper for a day off even though he was still technically working. The guy was wearing an ugly tree-pattered green Christmas sweater with a llama in a Santa hat on it for whatever fucking reason. Bakugo blinked at the brightness of it, unable to formulate words for just how ugly it was. It was barely even December, there was really no reason for Christmas themed anything. It was almost hypocritical of hime considering he did have a whole fucking December menu at the restaurant but that was mainly because Deku pressed for it every year like an idiot. He was pretty sure he was only doing it for half-half who insisted on dying his hair the colour of a fucking candy cane every year. What a Christmas loving weirdo.

“Bright.” He shook his head clear, blinking a couple times trying to get his eyes back to normal function after being absolutely fucking blinded.

“Oh yeah, it was a gift from my friend.” He chuckled happily like something had put him in a good mood. Maybe he was just happy by nature. Maybe he just liked Christmas. He did dye his hair red. Christ, was he going to have to start liking Christmas? Was he so far gone? Considering he had thought about it, the answer was likely yes. “We try to out ugly sweater each other all December. It's tradition.”

“Let me guess,” He muttered, pulling off his gloves and shoving them in his pocket. “You win every year.”

“If you think that then you don’t know my friends.” The man told him brightly, already moving to make the coffee without asking.

“Just can’t imagine anyone having worse fucking dress sense than you.” Well shit, he didn’t mean to come across so rude… well, except he hadn’t been born with a filter and he absolutely meant it. Kirishima just laughed at him though, not even seemingly bothered by it anymore.

“To stay or go?” The redhead asked him, holding up the coffee shots.

“I’m not fucking go back out there for at least an hour.” He stated a little too aggressively, pulling out some cash to which Kirishima waved him off. He frowned. “Why the hell not?”

“You don’t think I notice how much free stuff you give me?” The guy smiled at him, pulling out a mug. “Even if it is out of pity, but I like to think that makes us friends.” God, what would he say if he knew the real reason was because he wanted to never see the smile leave his damn face? Also, that he wanted to fall into bed with him and spend eternity there? He was about to reply when mother Kirishima came bustling out of the back carrying a tray of freshly baked brownies. It was probably a home-made recipe because she looked like she was warm and accommodating like that.

“Eijiro darling, when you’re done there can you please cut these make these pretty?” She asked so warmly that her voice sounded like a damn hug.

“Sure, but I’m stealing one.” He echoed, glancing up to Bakugo who was standing there awkwardly. “Do you want one? They’re delicious.”

“Oh, the chef!” She looked up and beamed at him. “Please try one, it’s a family recipe. I’d love to know what you think.”

“Uh, sure.” It was hard to be impolite to such a nice, warm woman. “Thanks.”

“Go find a seat if you want and I’ll bring it all over.” Kirishima smiled, giving him the option, which was weird because the only other option would be to stay and talk to him here and that was fucking stupid. Nodding stiffly, he went and found a table in the corner by the heater and shrugged out of his jacket. It didn't take too much longer before the redhead graced him with his presence again.

“Here you go!” God, his voice was just fucking perfect. It melted every damn part of his body from inside out. He almost didn't feel cold anymore. These feelings were really getting out of hand. “If you need anything else, I’ll just be taking a break over in the back there.”

“Why the fuck would I interrupt you on a break?” Did he seem like that kind of selfish idiot? Maybe he did but then he thought that it was possible that the redhead wanted to talk to him longer so he tested the waters. “Unless you want me to interrupt you and if that’s the case you might as well sit the fuck down here.” Kirishima looked surprised for a second and then his mouth split into a toothy grin which may have had his heart beating slightly too fast.

“Okay, if you’re sure.” Bakugo rolled his eyes at the comment but nodded regardless. Kirishima all but skipped back to the counter, bringing along his own brownie and what looked to be a hot chocolate that was sure to give him diabetes and a fucker of a headache later with the sheer amount of sugar he was about to consume. Still, the build of the guy looked solid underneath that sweater. Bakugo found himself wishing he could peel it off with his teeth and lick whatever was underneath. Fuck, he was such a mess. This attraction really was, well and truly, getting out of hand.

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask.” Kirishima stated as soon as he was back at the table and in his seat across from him. “Why do you hate my clothes so much? I get the whole casual stuff at the restaurant and I’m sorry about that, but they weren’t all like that.”

“Because they’re gaudy and don’t fucking suit you.” His words were about before he could stop them. “My parents work in fashion.” He offered like that would help his case. It seemed to.

“Okay, that is making a lot more sense.” The redhead nodded in consideration, taking a bite of his brownie. “I don’t know man; I just like bright stuff. It makes me happy. I feel confident being bright.”

“I didn’t say you had to stop fucking wearing them, idiot.” He countered, finding himself wondering if he could just tell him to stop wearing anything at all. “Do whatever you want. You’re a damn adult.”

“I just don’t want to offend you with my tasteless fashion choices.” Kirishima chuckled as Bakugo took a bite of his own brownie. It was pretty fucking decadent and not something he would eat all that often because he didn’t have a sweet tooth, but it was good. He could see why people would like it. It would be great plated next to some homemade ice cream.

“Your jean shorts offend me.” He shrugged, washing down the bite with some coffee. “They’re the most goddamn hideous piece of clothing I’ve ever seen. I would suggest burning them. The rest of the shit is whatever. You do you. I don’t have to like it as long as it fucking meets the restaurant requirements.”

“I mean I get it.” Kirishima nodded along. “Normally I hate turtle necks, but you actually really pull it off. Maybe it’s because you have really delicate and pretty features.”

“Excuse me?” What the actual fuck was that comment? “You messing with me, asshole?” Kirishima was quick to wave him off, noticing the scowl.

“No, I mean… like you just have the looks to pull it off!” He tried to correct quickly. “Not everyone could, but you’re … well… attractive.” Bakugo almost wondered if he’d steered this conversation just to call him fucking pretty. There was no way he was going to give him the satisfaction of accepting such a comment, even if he was blushing like a teenager at the fact that his fucking crush had called him pretty. And delicate. He was anything but delicate. Bakugo squinted at him, slowly sipping his coffee and trying to work out what the actual hell he was currently feeling. “Look, I didn’t mean to offend you or anything. We were talking about clothes we don't like and... well yeah. You'd probably look good in anything.”

“Shut up.” He ordered quickly before he could implode. “Tell me more about your job or some shit.” Anything to get of that topic.

“You don’t take compliments very well.” Bakugo didn’t miss how evasive the comment was to his request but that was a truth bomb right there. He’d never taken them well. He always thought someone was taking the shit and undermining him, unless it was directly related to his cooking skills. It was fair though, generally people had an issue with his attitude or the way he spoke. He’d been actively told he’d be more attractive to people if he wasn’t so abrasive and his personality wasn’t garbage. It didn’t really matter though. He’d never cared enough to take on people’s opinions, but it had made him suspect of any compliments he did get.

“I’m an asshole, people don’t usually compliment me.” He shrugged, playing it nonchalant. “Unless it's about my talent, in which case, that’s all true.” Kirishima nodded at the words, considering them fully before smiling again.

“You are talented. You’re an amazing chef.” He agreed to which Bakugo relaxed. “But I kind of get the impression you just don’t let people in. You have walls and this whole asshole thing isn’t actually true. It’s just a defense mechanism. I think you’re actually a nice person but people don’t bother to get to know that because it’s a challenge.”

“What the fuck does any of that have to be with being attractive?” Damn, this man was going to ruin him.

“I think a person can be attractive in the conventional looks way but I also think a person can be attractive right down to their soul.” Kirishima explained with a determined look on his face. “I think you’re just waiting for someone to take on the challenge and really work out who you are. I think you are actually attractive right to your soul; you just don’t like to show it, cause fuck being vulnerable, right?”

“Clinically fucking insane.” Bakugo responded gruffly, sitting back and crossing his arms to avoid being seen any more. He refused to look at him and busied himself on a ridiculous muscle clock that hung by the counter. That had to be the redheads doing. It was too ridiculous not to be. “That’s what you are.”

“No,” Kirishima disagreed fully, causing Bakugo to glance back at him. His eyes suddenly boring into him as if he saw everything. “I just like a challenge.” Fucking hell, was this was self-implosion felt like? Who the fuck just says that shit?

“Fuck off, shitty hair.” Did he actually want people to ‘see’ him? Different people got glimpses into who he was, but he didn’t think anyone saw all of him. Not even his parents and they raised him. He didn’t know how to be damn well vulnerable and he’d never wanted to be. How was one person meant to hand over everything to another person and trust that it would be okay? It just seemed like fucking nonsense.

“My hair is awesome.” He responded, on a roll today, clearly. “And I’ve decided that we’re going to be friends so you’re going to have to get used to me.” Friends. Was it possible for a word to tear out your heart and stomp on it with force before stabbing it to death with its sharp, serrated edges? Absolutely it was, because that word was fucking ‘friends’. Maybe he should have just stayed home today after all. Or gone and started to prep shit at the restaurant. His happy place.

“You don’t fuckin’ want to be friends with me.” Bakugo warned straight back to which the redhead just smiled and shrugged.

“We’ll see I guess.” The guy was pretty determined if anything. It was almost admirable. “What do you think of the brownie?”

“It’s good.” He admitted, taking another bite for emphasis. “Would be better with home-made ice cream when it’s warm.” Kirishima looked positively delighted by the notion and promptly promised to take the feedback back to his mother.

He spent the rest of the day obsessing. He obsessed over Kirishima calling him attractive. He obsessed over the notion of being friends with someone he was desperately attracted to. He obsessed over the fact that when he left, Kirishima had asked for his number so they could hang out because he was ‘manly and cool’, before quickly reiterating the fact he wanted to be friends. He both hated and loved the idea, but his poor heart was struggling. It was a bit of a dick move but he’d promptly ignored the first text from the guy just to prove that he damn well could. See that, fucker.

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His eyes were being assaulted yet again, this time by a maroon button down with ugly metallic gold roses printed across it. All in all, it wasn’t the worst shirt he’d seen the man in, but it certainly did make him look like a glorified drug dealer or some form of pimp. The rest of him was relatively well dressed, so he was learning or at least taking Bakugo's request somewhat seriously.

The guy across from him tonight was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. Blue eyes. Glossy hair. Charming sort of smile. He was dressed well in a deep, forest green button down, well fitted black slacks and a matching blazer and tie. So far he hadn’t done anything weird or creepy and Kirishima looked like he was having an amazing time. He was laughing and smiling so the light reached his eyes and every time Bakugo looked over he felt like someone was sucker punching him right in the gut.

So, Bakugo worked hard to ignore it the whole night. If this was going to be it, he didn’t want to know about it. If Kirishima was going to fall in love, date and marry this guy before having a couple of kids, then that was his prerogative. Kids were never in his future, so he couldn’t take that away from someone if that’s what they wanted. Not that he knew what Kirishima wanted other than to fall in love. Still, this guy looked like a good potential, even if that did make his skin crawl.

“Bakugo, Red is asking to speak to you urgently.” Jiro called through the window halfway through the busy dinner service. Tsking in irritation, he handed the pan over to Deku who took it wordlessly as he wiped his hands clean. He was doing so well to ignore the perfect fucking date and now he was being called on? What the fuck were friends for?

Stepping out of the door, Kirishima was standing there in a state of panic which instantly put him on the backfoot.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, taking in the nervousness of the other and automatically stopping himself from reaching for him. It was stupid, but seeing him like this made him worry. Kirishima was wringing his wrist and biting down on his bottom lip as he approached, eyes skirting around as if to make sure nobody had noticed him hiding by the kitchen door.

“Oh, thank god.” The look of relief that flooded him was instant. “I was on my way back to the table after using the bathroom and I’m pretty sure I saw him slip something into my drink.” If that didn’t have him all but murderous, he didn’t know what would get him there.

“Go to my office and stay there.” He ordered, glaring over to the date of the evening who was sitting there texting with a smug little fucking smile. “I’ll check the cameras and call the fucking cops.” Kirishima did what he was told, making his way to the office as Bakugo followed to check the cameras. Just as Kirishima had said, the cameras didn’t lie. The guy had slipped something into his drink from a tiny plastic baggy and fucking smiled to himself as he slipped it back in his pocket. Kirishima's eyes widened at the scene unfolding in front of him and let out a nervous breath.

It probably wasn’t great for business, having two cops show up to take the guy away, but he made it clear that his restaurant was a safe place and it was not on when asked about it. This seemed to boost people’s views on his managerial skills at least. It was good to save face, but that wasn't what mattered. He was angry, and not because Kirishima had bought a criminal to his fucking restaurant.

“I’m so sorry.” Kirishima breathed out when he finally made it back into his office to check on him. “I thought he seemed decent. I’m such a pathetic disaster. I'm sorry if I did anything to hurt your business.” That was the least of his worries.

“Why are you doing this?” He growled out, frustrated over the notion that the redhead didn’t seem to see his worth. “You need to fucking stop. Stop going on dates with assholes. Stop doing this to yourself. It’s so fucking stupid. You almost got fucking drugged.”

“I know it's stupid!” He half cried, sitting up straighter, looking a little shaken. “Do you think I want to get drugged or go on dates where their mother propositions me or they just don’t show up? But how else do you meet someone?”

“What is it with you and being so fucking desperate to meet someone? Is that shit really fucking worth it?” The words were out before he could stop them and Kirishima looked like he was about to cry. “Haven’t you ever just tried being by yourself?”

“All I have been is by myself.” A sad sniffle really could get him to feel guilty when it came to this guy. “I’m trying. I’m ready. I want someone.”

“None of those assholes deserve you!” God, he just wanted to hold him close and wipe those stupid tears away. “You’re dating fucking beneath you.”

“I don’t know what you would have me do.” He responded a little harshly. “Sifting through dating sites at the age of twenty-five isn’t something I thought I’d be doing either, but I struggle putting myself out there any other way when it comes to guys I actually like because the chance of rejection is so much higher.”

“Being rejected has got to be better than whatever the fuck has been going on here.” He snapped, throwing himself on the couch with a sigh suddenly very aware of how much he hated that the redhead was dating all these guys and trying so hard when they didn’t even fucking deserve it. He needed an equal. Someone that would appreciate him, horrible clothes and all.

“Why do you even care so much?” He bit back with a half assed glare. “You barely even text me back and now you act like you care.”

“I don’t.” Such a fucking liar. “I’m just saying, if it were me, I wouldn’t ever fucking treat you like that.” Rich coming from the guy who didn't text back.

“Well do you want to date me then?” It came out as a semi sarcastic question, he knew that, he heard that but fuck this was his opportunity. Slowly, he stood up and made his way over to the redhead, leaning over the desk with his hands and a smirk in place.

“Okay.” It wasn’t like the redhead was completely oblivious to his long assed looks and desperate attempts at flirting… surely.

“What?” His throat bobbed a little as his eyes widened. Okay, maybe he had been oblivious.

“You a fuckin’ idiot?” He flicked him in the forehead. “I said okay.”

“You want to go on a date with me?” Kirishima croaked out, eyes flicking to his lips. Now he was getting it.

“Fuck yeah.” His eyes obviously trailed down his body, really appreciating his form. “Have you seen yourself? I thought I was going to fucking implode when you asked to be my 'friend'.”

“I didn’t think you’d be interested in me. I thought it was going to be a challenge just to be your friend.” The guy admitted, voice almost a whisper as if the whole thing was intimidating to him. Maybe it was. “I mean you’re really successful and talented and like really good looking.”

“So what?” He asked with a glare now in place. “So are you, dipshit.” Kirishima took a deep breath before stealing himself.

“As long as you don’t eat candles, bring your mother or try to drug me I would love to go on a date with you.” Did he just fucking flutter his eye lashes? Tease.

Bakugo nodded as he pushed back from the desk and made his way to the door. He did have a job to do after all. “Six pm Friday. I’ll text where to meet.”

“You don’t want me to take you to dinner?” The man looked surprised, quickly standing to follow him out.

“Fuck no. I can cook better than all the other restaurants in this town and I’m not eating in my own.” He smirked, snatching the door open. “If we’re doing this, I’m cooking at my place. End of fucking story.”

“You’re not going to kill me, are you?” Bakugo barked out a laugh at that and shook his head, holding the door for him to walk through. “Oh, you’re actually a gentleman. I knew it, deep down you just want someone to understand you.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Still, there was a smile on his lips despite the abrasive words. “I’m doing it to check out your ass.”

“Oh, in that case.” The redhead moved a little slower, and popped it up slightly just to tease. Bakugo rolled his eyes and grabbed the guy by the shoulders, pushing him quickly out of the office. “Okay, I’m going, but I really am looking forward to Friday.”

“You fuckin’ better be.” He answered as if he didn’t feel like he’d won the goddamn lottery.

"Thanks... you know, for everything." Kirishima was suddenly serious. "That could have been really bad and I appreciate your intervening."

"It's fine." What he didn't say was that he'd always step in if he needed him to.

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Bakugo was determined to make this the last fucking date the redhead ever went on. He had been in the kitchen for damn near hours and had made a meal fit for a king. He was trying out his new Chili prawn recipe, just based on what his mother said about him liking dishes like that. He’d made some homemade spring rolls in case he wasn’t a fan of the oysters he’d prepared for the starters. Any food was an aphrodisiac if cooked correctly and everything he cooked was nothing but perfect. There may have also been an apple pie and some fresh made ice cream in the freezer because he knew the guy also had a fucking cavity rotting sweet tooth.

Was it a little overboard?

Absolutely.

Did he give a fuck?

No.

Glancing at the clock, he realised he only had fifteen minutes to now get ready and he needed every minute of it because he was a perfectionist that delivered nothing but the highest of quality. He quickly showered, spruced himself with a very tasty smelling cologne and then went about making himself determinedly nice-casual. You know, that look you have when you put in a lot of effort but actually make it look like you haven’t?

He was going to offer himself up like another delicious fucking dish.

A nice fitting black ripped jeans coupled with a white shirt and black coat later, he quickly set about some cool assed eyeliner before moving back into the kitchen to set the table. The fire place was going, because it was fucking freezing out and he wanted to be cozy. If that then invited intimacy, he wouldn’t say no. People fucking loved fire places. They were sexy and romantic. Whenever you saw them coupled by a fluffy rug, the brain automatically went to slow and ridiculously precious love making and it really added a lovely layer of fuckability to the date. There may have been some supplies hidden close by… just in case. He wasn’t about to take any chances and be caught totally unprepared if the fireplace did it’s trick. Not that he was aiming to get laid or be disrespectful, but if it happened, it happened. They were two attractive men afterall.

He was just about to go double check his appearance when the doorbell rang two minutes too early and he was coloured impressed. He liked punctuality in a man. Shuffling to the door in a semi run fashion but refusing to admit he was excited, he all but slammed the door open in his haste. Vermillion eyes startled in surprise before a grin spread across Kirishima’s face. Inviting and warm. Just like the fire.

For once, Kirishima wasn’t dressed like someone had just vomited colours onto him. It was quite refreshing to see him in a pair of nice jeans matched with a burgundy sweater, although he only got to see that after he’d let him in out of the snow and he’d removed his puffer jacket, scarf and ear muffs. He’d like to see him in the ear muffs and nothing else if he was being honest with himself.

“My Ma dressed me.” Kirishima blurted out as he felt eyes scouring him over.

“Maybe she should always dress you.” He told him, continuing to be impressed by the look.

“Says the man in… are they bunny slippers?” Fuck, he’d forgotten to kick them off in his haste. Oh well, it was time to commit, slippers and all. He MEANT to wear them for all Kirishima knew.

“They’re cats actually.” Kirishima didn’t really have any come back for that so instead he just smiled and nodded.

“Oh!” Holding out a bag to him, he continued in a ramble. “I thought since you made dinner that I could bring the drinks! I didn’t know what you liked so I bought some of everything. Beer, wine and if you don’t want alcohol, I bought some generic, run of the mill fizzy drinks. I also bought milk, just in case you needed it for tea or coffee.”

“I don’t drink alcohol.” He answered instantly, taking the bag. He didn’t really have to go into it straight away which was great, but he needed to make it known. “But you can drink what you want.”

“Oh, that’s okay!” He grinned, following him into the house and looking around in awe. “I won’t drink if you don’t. It’s just more of a social thing for me anyway. Your house is amazing!”

“It’s fine.” He knew it wasn’t just fine, but he wanted to play the card of nonchalance. The cool rich guy and such.

“You have a fire place!” Naturally, that was the first thing the redhead noticed; eyes gleaming as he watched the flames dance. “I always wanted one. I should have bought a place with one.”

“It’s warm.” Was what he dumbly responded with. Intelligent conversationalist, wasn’t he? He was about to try and say something that didn’t make him sound like a complete fucking idiot when, Dee the cat spray into full force and actually climbed up the redhead to sit on his shoulder. She wailed a scream fit for a war cry, meaning that she was ready to be fed. Attention seeking asshole.

“Woah,” Kirishima laughed, glancing at Dee with surprise. “This cat is confident.”

“She sits on anything that has my attention.” Bakugo growled, glaring at the cat. “Get the fuck off him, Dee.” Kirishima laughed again, pulling the cat into his arms and patting under her chin like the traitorous animal she was.

“She wants to be fed?” Bakugo nodded at the question, looking at Dee who was down belly up and purring into the touch. It was a good sign when animals liked someone right? Not that an ally demon was a great judge of character, but then again, he was just as lowly as an ally demon and he liked to think he was a great judge of character. “Okay boss, lead the way.” Boss. He could get used to that.

Together, they did the job of one person and fed the cat. It was awkward and weird and he couldn’t seem to get out of his own head. What were people meant to talk about on dates? Sex he could do. Dates? Getting to know someone? Fuck, how the shit was he meant to navigate that? With sweaty palms, he turned back to the redhead who was snooping around the stove tops and looking in the oven and pans.

“Excuse me.” He promptly grabbed him by the waist and dragged him away from the cookery, palms almost burning at the contact and what he felt underneath. The guy felt as built as he looked. “You never fucking touch my pans and stove or oven for that matter. Never.”

“Is this a weird chef thing?” Kirishima asked, looking apologetic and pulling his hands up. “Or is this a weird, perfectionist thing you have?”

“I don’t come into your lab and look at your fucking… genes or whatever.” Clearly, he had no idea what the guy actually did beyond what his title was.

“I look at genetic sequencing and DNA.” He corrected. “And then I do tests on them.” Bakugo gave him a pointed look and he smiled sheepishly. “Yeah okay, I get your point. Don’t touch. It just smells so good.”

“I know it does.” He counted, pulling out the plates so they could start on the starters. “I made it. Go sit down.” Kirishima did what he was told after putting the bag of drinks in the fridge and grabbing two non-alcoholic drinks out.

“I’m really happy we’re doing this!” The redhead chimed from the table set up just the other side of his kitchen bench. “I’ve never had a date cook for me.”

“I cook for you all the damn time.” He grumbled, reaching for the plates and feeling Kirishima’s eyes on his every move.

“Yeah, but like I pay for that.” He pointed out after a second of silence. “You’re making this especially for me. It’s weird because I kind of asked you and now you’re doing all the work.”

“Because you can’t fucking seem to do it right.” Bakugo almost dropped the plates with the level of startling, intense eye contact the other was suddenly making. Holy shit. He was going to die. Was it possible to be impaled on a look?

“Why did you agree to this?” Kirishima asked, biting his bottom lip like some sort of sexy flirt. “It wasn’t out of pity, was it? You kind of like me, right?” With a roll of his eyes, Bakugo went back to plating the food.

“Stop fishing for a compliment.” He growled out, unable to look back at him and his keen longing for a response. “If I didn’t tolerate you, you’d be on another fucking stupid date with a less impressive asshole that was bound to end in disaster.”

“Oh?” The other smiled. “And what’s this going to end like?” Bakugo met his eyes again with fierce intensity and a smirk.

“Guess you’re going to have to eat and find out.”

“You’re killing me, man!” Kirishima groaned after a second. “You go from coy to cocky in one second and it’s throwing me around. It’s endearing but god…” With a huff that could be translated as a small laugh, Bakugo went to place the starters on the table, lingering just beside Kirishima for a second. He allowed himself a small touch of his cheek with the back of his fingers, stroking slightly.

“I like you.” Was all he allowed himself to admit before for pulling back his hand and making himself comfortable in his seat. Kirishima seemed to be the flustered on then, blushing fiercely.

“Oh my god!” The other almost moaned around his bite of chili pawn after several spring rolls and oysters to match. “This is incredible. Why isn’t this on your menu?”

“It will be in the New Year.” He shrugged, just as he felt a foot rub up his leg, startling him slightly. “That good, huh?”

“Hmm.” The fucking flirt teased, licking his fork with a wink. “I’m going to be so well fed if I stick with you.”

“You’re flirting with me.” It was obvious, but he’d never seen the redhead act so interested in anyone so it was kind of new. Also, he wasn’t used to being on the receiving end like this. He could understand sexual attraction, but usually it was just a series of literal steps to the bedroom. This was different. It was hard because he didn’t know where he stood tonight. He didn’t know how to date or how they were meant to go, even if he was doing a top notch job of it so far.

“Well, we are on a date.” He smiled so beautiful it was breathtaking. Kirishima reached out to touch his fingers along Bakugo’s wrist tenderly before his thumb stroked it firmly. It was nice and so fucking natural that he couldn’t help but push into it so he could do it more freely. “And it’s just us here so I can be bold about my attraction to you, right?”

“So, the oysters worked then?” God, he wasn’t prepared for how intense this would be. All this stuff that came before falling into bed didn’t come easily. His mouth felt dry and his palms were clammy as fuck.

“I was ready to flirt like this since you complimented my coffee and gave me that smoldering, cocky look you give when you’re feeling bold and confident.” Kirishima admitted and God, those fucking eye lashes. “Not so much when I first met you because you were really rude and kind of scary with that knife.”

“She’s my favourite.” Bakugo told him with pride. “Special made. Beautiful. A chef’s dream.”

“You’re not very good at flirting when you’re not feeling confident.” Kirishima laughed, allowing his fingers to twine with his. Bakugo scowled at him, worried that he’d find his sweaty palms gross, but the other didn’t pull away or seem to even notice. “Are you nervous? I’m nervous.”

“You’re so stupid.” Bakugo told him, deciding he need to get his shit together and impress the idiot. He could fake it until he made it. “I’m not nervous. Just being fucking respectful, but if you want me to make you melt, I’ll do it.” Kirishima snorted a little laugh. “You think I fucking can’t do it? Is that a challenge?”

“I think if you speak to me how you speak about your knife that you’d be a very lucky man tonight.” He winked and he was under the impression that as soon as he managed to sort out his own head, that Kirishima would turn into putty in his hands. He was slightly younger after all. And a little naïve. Sweet too. Or maybe he wasn’t and it was all a show. Either way, he could make him his if he wanted. So he turned it the fuck on.

“Is there anything off the table tonight?” He asked with a smirk, staring at the others mouth like he wanted to devour it. The other sputtered a little before their eyes met, heat suddenly palpable between them.

“As in, am I a three-dates-before-sex kind of guy?” Bakugo nodded at the question, because frankly he didn’t give a shit if it was three dates or three minutes. He was interested and he had no weird, shameful moral code when it came to sex. “No, not with you.”

“Good.” He continued to smirk over to him, eyes roving down his body. Was he being sleezy? Fuck, probably. Kirishima was blushing like crazy at the notion. Yeah, he’d turned the tables. “I have dessert prepared but I’d rather try you first.” Kirishima visibly swallowed, eyes turning lusty and pretty.

“Okay.” It came out as a whisper and Bakugo smirked again.

“Good, now that we’ve cleared that the fuck up,” He went back to eating his dinner. “Let’s talk about shit you’re meant to talk about on a date.”

They talk about a lot of things. Where they went to school. Their jobs and careers and where they wanted to go with it. Kirishima was a little more apprehensive talking about why he chose to do what he does, but that was fine. It would come with time. They laughed about a lot of things and it felt good to laugh with someone. They talked about their parents and mentioned their friends and when it was time to discuss their favorite movies, they were seated on the couch and scrolling through the list trying to pick one. They were sitting close enough that their arms were touching and he kind of just wanted to rest his head down on Kirishima’s shoulder like a love-struck idiot instead of the horny idiot he’d been through dinner.

“Just pick one.” He ordered when Kirishima skimmed yet another awesome horror movie that he would have watched.

“I’m not watching a horror movie.” He responded, glancing to him and Bakugo rolled his eyes. “They’re scary.” With a grin, he moved to whisper into his ear.

“But then I have an excuse to touch you as you bury your face into my chest.” He couldn’t help but nip his earlobe before pressing a kiss to his neck. There was a breath of air and then a tiny little gasp at the contact. Pulling back, he grabbed the others chin so their eyes met with smolder. Okay so he was smoldering, Kirishima looked like a dear caught in headlights and it was kind of funny. His pupils were dilated though and his hands were suddenly gripping his shirt for dear life.

“Are you going to kiss me now?” The redhead asked, knuckles tightening on his shirt. “Please kiss me.”

“Fuck yeah I’m going to kiss you.” Slowly, he pulled his face forward so their lips met gingerly. He had no idea why he was so fucking nervous about kissing the guy. Bakugo probably more experienced and had presumably kissed more guys than the redhead based on actions alone, yet kissing him made him feel like he was a tentative teenager all over again.

Nervous. That’s what the feeling was.

Still, even though he was nervous Kirishima was more so. He was awkward and didn’t quite know what to do with his hands so he just kind of scrunched them on his lap even though he was holding onto him a minute ago. Their teeth clanked together in a way that was only possibly when you attempt an open-mouthed kiss and moved the same way. He had to stop the disaster when one of Kirishima’s sharp incisor’s accidently nipped Bakugo’s bottom lip. Pushing him away with a hiss, he ran his tongue over the little puncture.

“Sorry, I haven’t kissed many guys!” He blurted out, cheeks red and flaming as he cradled his face in his own hands. “Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed.”

“Fuck, have you ever kissed a person?” Maybe it was time to put his own nerves aside and show him a real fucking kiss. “Or are you just not into this?”

“I am so into this it’s insane.” Kirishima breathed, eyes shooting to his lips again. “You’re so gorgeous. It’s making me so nervous. I was totally faking my confidence earlier. Shit… I’ve never kissed someone so beautiful.”

“Fucking hell.” Because what could you say to that? “Shut up and Just relax into it. I want to kiss you properly.” With that, he guided Kirishima’s hand to his waist as he bought his own hand to the redhead’s face. Skirting their noses together, he brushed their lips together carefully before increasing the pressure as he felt the other visibly relax under his touch. This time, the kiss was so much better. The redhead turned out to be a perfect kisser once they got over themselves. Everything was in sync, their tongues clashed together gently and everything felt like a warm flame, encapsulating the two of them beautifully.

Pretty soon, the gentleness faded and they need became apparent. It didn’t take long for him to all but crawl onto the others lap as hands crunched firmly around his waist, tugging his shirt off just to make contact with skin.

“Shit, that’s more like it.” He breathed, trying to catch his breath and ignoring the frantic thrum of his heartbeat. The other had moved to assault his neck in the process. He visibly shuddered when teeth grazed the sensitive spot by his ear and he couldn’t help the moan that slipped from his lips.

“That was the best sound I’ve ever heard.” Kirishima grinned, pulling him closer so their hips ground together, showing that he was just as hard as he was.

“I will let you fuck me right here if you want to.” God, that made him sound easy, but fuck it. He was too turned on to care.

“Fuck you?” He seemed surprised, pulling back to look at him. “Is that the way you like it?”

“Don’t make me beg if you don’t have any intention of doing it.” He growled, feeling their lengths press together and holding back a little gasp. “And don’t fucking stereotype me.”

“In that case, you better start begging.” Kirishima hummed, biting down on Bakugo’s bottom lip softly before kissing him again. It was fucking erotic as fuck. “You know.” Kiss. “That I’ve.” Kiss. “Always wanted to do it by the fire.” Kiss. Who the fuck didn’t?

“Better move then.” He was about to force himself off the others lap, when much to his surprise the other merely picked him up like it was nothing as he wrapped two strong legs around his hips in a safehold. God, what a muscly fuck. That was way too sexy.

Without direction, the redhead carried him to the shag rug, falling to his knees with a heavy thud before he was lying them down, lips back on his. He’d never been so turned on in his life, being manhandled like that. Oh yeah, they were definitely going to be sexually compatible.

“Isn’t this cozy.” It wasn’t a question and so he wasn’t about to answer it as one.

“Firm touches.” He ordered because well, he wasn’t going to go down without a fight for dominance. No time was wasted as the other moved back, shredded his shirt and ridiculously tight jeans, leaving nothing but washboard fucking abs and a hard cock beneath a thin boxer brief. The man was packing and Bakugo was pretty sure his pupils had just blown to one hundred percent arousal. No sooner had he done this, was he tugging at the blonde’s pants, pulling him completely bare in his frantic state just to see. They looked at each other in apparent mutual satisfaction.

“Man, you are… gorgeous.” That word again.

“Stop calling me fucking gorgeous!” He hissed, tugging the redhead to him with desperation and to shut him up. He wasted no time in yanking down the others boxers, springing free the large, firm length beneath them. It was fucking mouth watering and he couldn’t wait to feel it inside of him. He groaned, physically groaned in satisfaction at the sight of it before working to fit as much of it in his mouth as he could in one go. The redhead let out a sound of surprise and pleasure before his hands found their way to his hair, holding on tightly as he worked the thing with his mouth and tongue.

“Oh, god.” The man sounded desperate and he couldn’t help but look up and make eye contact. It was seductive as all hell. “How are you so good at this with such a pretty mouth?” Oh hell, he was trying to kill him with those stupid accolades. The thing he couldn’t work out was why he liked it so much, despite his own protests. After he was bought right to the edge, Bakugo pulled off with a smirk and rolled to the cabinet he’d stored the stuff in, hand searching for the lube in his top draw. Once he found it, he threw it to the other. It wasn’t like he couldn’t ready himself, but it kind of got him off when other people did it. Especially someone with abs like that. The other got the idea pretty quickly and moved in between his legs quite readily as he wet his fingers. He was quick and methodical with his preparation and as his fingers breached him fully, he couldn’t help the desperation ploughing through him. The redhead touched all the right places which had him a moaning, panting mess.

“Fuck, I’m ready.” He snatched at the others wrist before quickly throwing him some protection to which the redhead quickly applied. Lining himself up, the first breach with that massive unit was nothing like he’d ever felt before. It was everything and so much fucking more. He wanted it all, even if it did take a little bit of adjusting. Slowly, the redhead proceeded forward until finally he was fully sheathed with a gasp. He had either arm beside Bakugo’s head and his eyes were closed with a blissful look on his face. “Kiss me.”

Kirishima looked at him then, eyes meeting with an intense look of arousal and pure heat before his lips were back on his and his hips started to rock. It didn’t take long for the pace to increase as they both frantically made out and moved in sync to chase their pleasure. It felt amazing. It was fucking amazing. A leg was thrown over Kirishima’s shoulder to allow him to move in deeper and that’s all it took to hit that sweet spot over and fucking over again. His head was swimming with need and desperation and fucking pleasure.

The orgasm that ripped through him was nothing short of violent. It made his vision spot and his body limp. The intensity had also spurred the redhead into finishing, hands quickly moving from his hair, to his neck, and finally his face to make sure he was okay.

“M’ fine.” He mumbled, closing his eyes with his body fucking exhausted. There was a soft kiss to either one of his eye lids before his lips and then there was a loss of contact as the other moved away. He briefly worried if it had been too much for the guy, but then he returned quickly with a warm cloth to clean him up. It was sweet really. And then he was out like a light.

He awoke later with little sense of time or place. His head felt fuzzy as his eyes adjusted to the steady flame in front of him. There was an arm slung around his middle and a body pressed to his back. Fingers were gently tracing his stomach. He wasn’t going to lie, it felt kind of nice to wake up being held. For the first time, he realised there was a pillow beneath his head and a blanket over the two of them. The gesture was so much more than his brain could comprehend, but then he also just wanted to stay and be treated like this forever. Maybe he needed to be cared for.

“Hey.” The honey sweet voice caressed his ear just as the arm moved to caress his shoulder, working gently down to his fingers. “You fell asleep.”

“How long?” He asked, unable to help himself as he bought their hands up to his mouth to kiss. He wanted to do this for him. To be open and vulnerable and to give him everything.

“About an hour.” Kirishima hummed, moving to kiss beneath his ear gently. “I didn’t want to wake you. You looked content and peaceful.”

“Shit.” He fluttered his eyes closed again. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” The words were gentle as his lips moved to his shoulder. “This has been an incredible date.”

“You got laid.” He shrugged and the other laughed a little.

“Not just because of that.” The other insisted. “I really like you. I’d like to do this date thing with you again if you like me too.”

“Whatever.” He couldn’t help but relax into the gentle touches and little kisses the redhead was providing him. “Yes, but we’re still on this one and you’re not leaving yet.”

“I know, I was just putting it out there.” Kirishima laughed before letting out a hum. "Is this cuddling okay?"

"Haven't kicked you away yet." He pointed out, as if it were obvious. "I'm in charge here."

"You're right, You don’t seem like the type to readily give up control of anything.” The redhead mused absently, clearly thinking about things. “Although, do you prefer it when people take charge in bed? I kind of got the impression that... maybe?” He’d never really thought about it but the idea seemed to sit relatively well with him.

“Never had someone I’ve let do that.” He admitted, toying with the idea. “Never had someone I trusted enough.”

“It is a vulnerable sort of notion.” Kirishima stated gently, touching his stomach again with a splayed hand. “I get that.”

“I’d let you.” The admittance sat in heavy silence between them for a second.

“I think this is something we can explore together as this progresses.” The other told him gently. “I think if you’re being honest, the control thing might be harder to let go of than you think.”

“What the fuck is that meant to mean?” He finally forced himself up just so he could glare at the other.

“It means that I like you and I’m open to exploring things with you.” Kirishima told him firmly. “But we have had one date, Kats. I need to learn how to take control and you need to learn how to give it up. That’s going to take time and a lot more trust than one date can provide.” Shit, he was fucking eloquent sometimes.

“We seemed pretty fucking compatible.” Not really getting the point. “I didn’t hate it. Felt fucking good.”

“Didn’t say it didn’t.” The redhead hummed a laugh. “It was amazing… incredible and I enjoyed every moment of it, but are you going to tell me you didn’t order me around for most of that?”

“Hm.” It was a growl of admittance but he had a point.

“And you’re telling me right now that you want to relinquish that control?” No, not yet at least.

“Okay, okay.” He turned his head away to glare at the fire. “Not a first date fucking conversation. I get it. I’m a wound up, controlling fuckwit. Fuck, I get it.” Kirishima just laughed at him at his indignance before sitting up beside him and brining him into a searing kiss.

“We can take it slow.” He kissed him again. “You’re not a fuckwit. You’re not controlling. A little bossy, but there’s difference between being in control and being controlling.”

“If you say one more thing about me having walls, I’m going to kick you out.” Bakugo warned, allowing for another gentle peck and realising how easy it was to be there with the redhead.

“I was going to ask if we can have dessert now.” Well played. “You are a perfect mess of beautiful contradictions and I can’t get enough.”

“Shut the fuck up, idiot.” And then he pushed him away before he could see the blush framing his cheeks. “Hand me my pants.”

They ate their dessert after finally choosing a movie and Kirishima all but moaned the whole way through every bite. After they were done and the plates were discarded by the sink, Kirishima had all but pulled him in, ready to cuddle. Tucked in under his arm, Bakugo rested his head down hesitantly on the others chest, not really knowing how this post coitus intimacy was meant to go. He didn’t touch people; he couldn’t even remember the last time he’d cuddled someone. Kirishima was a natural at hugging apparently. He was relaxed with steady breathing with a hand in Bakugo’s hair, absently stroking it as he gasped and laughed at all the right places the movie offered.

Maybe the guy was right. Maybe giving up control was harder than he thought it would be, if this level of intimacy had him tense. It wasn’t that it was unpleasant by any means. It was just that it was unfamiliar territory and touch wasn’t something he often craved so he didn’t know how to react to it. Plus, the position wasn’t the most comfortable, even if he did like the warmth.

“Are you okay?” Kirishima asked after a while, looking down at him. “You seem tense. Is the cuddling too much?”

“t’s fine.” He mumbled, clenching his eyes shut in frustration so he didn’t frown.

“We don’t have to cuddle if you feel uncomfortable with it.” Kirishima answered back, poking his cheek.

“It’s an awkward position.” He admitted, opening an eye and looking up.

“Then move into a more comfortable one?” The redhead suggested like it was the most obvious thing in the world and yeah, it was. “I’m not going to get offended if you shift around.”

“Fucking hell, fine.” So he dramatically moved as if it was an inconvenience, until he was snuggled in next to the redhead with his head resting on his shoulder. Snatching the others hand, he pouted as he zoned back into the movie, causing Kirishima to snicker a laugh.

“More comfortable?” He asked, squeezing his hand gently.

“No.” But he was and the other could tell. His neck wasn’t at an awkward angle anymore and his back wasn’t protesting. Also, he felt way less vulnerable in this position which was stupid, but it was true, but Kirishima didn’t need to know that.

“It’s getting late.” Kirishima yawned, looking at his phone and typing something out. “I should probably go.” They had just finished washing the dishes together and Bakugo frowned. He had just presumed that the guy would stay the night which was probably stupid, but it wasn’t as if there was some sort of sex courtesy now they’d banged by the fire.

“If you want.” He offered instead of asking him to stay. That would be the simple solution. The redhead offered him an easy smile, reaching for his hand.

“I had a great time tonight.” The words made him warm inside. “The best date I think I’ve been on. Thank you for dinner and the amazing sex and the dessert and even the reluctant cuddling. It was all incredible.”

“I know.” He allowed Kirishima pull him in close, mouth closing in on his affectionately. In typical fashion, Bakugo was quick to deepen it, swallowing all the perfectly little noises of satisfaction the other made from just a kiss. Pulling back, their foreheads pressed together as they fought to catch their breaths. “Fuck, just stay.”

“Okay.” He was quick to agree, as Bakugo walked him back to the wall so they could continue this make out session with some stability.

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He woke up the next morning, sprawled out across the bed, with his head resting on something solid. Cocking an eye open, he realized that he was lying on the redheads’ abs, body sideward and limbs spread.

“You’re not a cuddly sleeper.” Kirishima yawned, placing a hand in his hair gently. “You move a lot.”

“Not used to sleeping next to someone.” He admitted, sitting up and rubbing his eye before looking down to the hunk of naked man next to him. “I think I’m gonna ride you if that’s okay.” Any hint of shyness he had, disappeared the second they crashed into the bed the previous night. The other looked at him in surprise before nodding with a splitting grin just as he shoved a condom into his hands. It always paid to be protected.

“You really just go for it, don’t you?” There was nothing but excitement in his eyes as he grabbed the lube and made for an easy prep since he had a lot of action in that vicinity the night before.

“I have a fucking attractive naked man in my bed.” He stated back, rolling his eyes as he climbed atop the other who had grown hard at just the mere implication of sex. “I’m not a fucking… ah…” Was it possible to have your eyes roll right out the back of your head with pleasure? “…idiot.” He finished, fully breached and breathless. They had done a lot of screwing around overnight, but it was good to know their chemistry didn’t stop just because the date had progressed and the food was delicious.

Since he was hungry and his muscles were a little fatigued from the night, he didn’t draw it out. He rode the other without inhibition or reservation, causing the other to look like he was about to combust underneath him. He set a brutal pace, only stopping to kiss the other senseless on occasion, but then getting back to his task at hand. Over and over he angled himself towards that sweet spot that had him moaning like a shameless whore. The redhead suddenly looked unfocussed and a little dazed and that’s when he palmed himself hungrily into climax, spasming around him tightly as he came undone. Kirishima took a sharp breath, gripping onto his hips tightly as he allowed the sensation to milk him into his own violent orgasm.

He was so spent afterwards that he all but collapsed onto the redhead, breathing jagged and mind foggy. The other worked around him to get rid of the evidence of his pleasure, pliantly moving him slightly for a tissue clean up. Bakugo didn’t really care one way or another. They’d shower later and sex was meant to be dirty, but if the redhead felt better in doing that he wasn’t about to comment. Finally, his head was maneuvered onto Kirishima’s chest with the rest of his body in between his legs. It was comfortable.

“I think we’re snowed in by the way.” Bakugo cocked a confused eye at the other, wanting nothing more than to nap. “That was a cute look. I like how sleepy you get afterwards.”

“Shut up.” He mumbled, closing his eyes down again and making use of his mouth to provide some kisses to his chest. The others arms tightened around him as his hands rubbed his back firmly. It was nice.

“Seriously though, that snow is deep.” At the words Bakugo turned his head to look out the window only to find it inches thick with snow. The last time it had been that thick, he’d been locked up in his house for three days and had to be ploughed out.

“Good.” He nuzzled in further, pulling the blankets up over them. “Means we can just stay here and eat and fuck all day.”

“Or you know, get to know each other better?” Kirishima suggested, making to kiss his hair. “Make out a little… cuddle some.”

“What the fuck is up with you and this cuddle bullshit?” He asked, deciding the quickly source a kiss, because well, he had soft as shit lips.

“You’re literally curled up on top of me.” Kirishima laughed, pushing Bakugo’s hair back out of his face to look at him. “I like to cuddle. It’s like, one of the positives about dating me.”

“What are the others?” Bakugo asked pulling a sour face.

“I have a good job and I have abs.” That he fucking well did. “What are your perks.”

“Food, obviously.” That was it, that was all the positives he could currently think of. Why did he think he was deserving of the redhead again?

“You also have abs.” Kirishima added with a slight little frown when he didn’t continue. Abs that the guy under him had literally licked overnight he was so impressed with them. “You’re very good looking. Successful. You know what you want and go for it. You’re honest and you make sure I’m always taken care of. It’s actually really manly and I admire that. You’re also a fantastic kisser. Like amazing.”

“Shut up.” He mumbled, nuzzling into his neck and kissing the pulse point there. “You’re like sunshine. Bright n happy and shit. I like that.”

“Ah, I was right.” Kirishima whispered, kissing wherever he could. “I’m going to climb those walls of yours, Katsuki.”

“Fuck your climbing.” There was no doubt Kirishima was already part way up.

The snow made his house into an impenetrable forte for a total of four days and counting. Nothing was getting in or out and that included Kirishima who was currently dressed in Bakugo’s comfy sweats and baggy, oversized t-shirt as he actively avoided a zombie attack on the game he was playing on the console. He had his tongue out in concentration and a little frown in between his eyes that was really doing something for Bakugo who was making fucking pancakes and bacon as per the redhead’s request.

They’d been having a lot of sex. They’d probably christened every surface of the house at this point and they’d run out of condoms, so now it was food time.

The more he slept next to the man, the cuddlier he became. On more than on occasion he had found himself wrapped up in the guy’s arms, limbs tangled together as if he couldn’t breathe if he let him go. They were connected and felt like they were meant to be together. He’d never felt so comfortable with another person in his damn life. They talked a lot. They had those stupid meaningful conversations about life and the world until early hours of the morning. They talked until one of them either fell asleep or until they felt like kissing again. It was easy, even if they never spoke of anything particularly difficult. They both had things that they had kept reserved and hidden from plain sight, but it wasn’t about that this week. They allowed themselves to be caught up in a lust bubble, free of the world and full of small intimate touches and soft kisses and simple musings about life.

The only time he’d taken time away from the redhead was to reorganize and rebook all his patrons for the week as nobody could make it into the restaurant due to the snow. It had taken several hours, but it had all been taken care of in a respectable amount of time. He’d even navigated the suppliers and touched base with them most days to, hopefully, organize the redelivery for the following week.

“Hm, thanks babe.” Kirishima hummed, pressing pause on the game when he handed him a plate. “Kiss first though.” Complying easily, he didn’t think he’d ever say no to kissing him. It hadn’t taken him long to start throwing around the pet names. Bakugo couldn’t even bring himself to act indignant.

“That’s the last of the bacon so fucking savior it.” He warned, climbing over the couch edge and making himself comfortable, placing his feet on the others lap.

“I always savior everything you cook.” He grinned brightly at him before taking a bite. “The news said before that the snow was probably going to ease up overnight. I might be able to make it home soon.”

“Sick of me already?” He teased, poking him with his foot.

“Oh, I’m coming back as soon as I have a few extra clothes and some of my own soap.” Kirishima chimed at him. “I think I should stay until Sunday at least, but I will need some sleep before going back to work.”

“Fine.” He shrugged, sipping his coffee. “Just bring back some coffee and a few extra fucking groceries. You’re eating me out of home.”

“I can do that.” Kirishima promised, sitting his plate on the pillow beside him so he could eat properly. “Just send me a list of what you want.”

“Condoms.”

“Like, eight boxes?” Another cheeky grin. “It’s been at ten hours since we ran out and it’s been a struggle. I don’t know how we’re going to last the night.”

“There are other ways that don’t involve you entering me.” He pointed out causing the other to snort a laugh.

“You’re right,” He mused, grasping his ankle. “Anything with you is amazing. God, even just kissing you is everything. I still can’t believe my luck.” Although the awkwardness around physical touch and flirting had stopped, there was nothing that stopped the flame of his cheeks every time the redhead said something remotely sweet to him. “I will never get enough of that blush.” The stupid grin was back.

“Fuck off.” He nudged him with his foot before looking down to his own plate and concentrating super hard on it for no reason. They ate in comfortable silence after that, watching whatever half assed Christmas themed show the redhead put on. He was about to clear the plates when Kirishima pulled them from his hands, placed them on the coffee table and tugged him back down to the couch.

“I just felt like I needed to kiss you again.” He murmured against his lips as he gently cupped his jaw. It was too soft and too gentle and too much like everything he didn’t fucking deserve from life, but like fuck if he wasn’t going to be selfish and take it.

The next morning, the snow had let up as promised, allowing Kirishima to leave and finally get some supplies and a couple changes of clothes. He took the chance to tidy up a bit and change the sheets, but naturally that’s when his mother decided to grace herself on his doorstep. To be fair, he’d forgotten to message her back and they could finally move around. He’d closed his restaurant until Monday and she’d known this so clearly this was her time to attack.

“I’m busy.” He told her bluntly as soon as he caught her face at his door.

“Like shit you are.” She all but put on a stronghold and forced herself through the door. “You’re closed for the week. I checked your online hours.”

“I can still be fucking busy.” He growled out with a frown just as she cocked an eyebrow at him, tugging the neck of his shirt down enough to expose whatever had caught her eye.
“Oh, you’re that kind of busy.” She smirked at him as he batted her hand away from him, rubbing at the bruise there. “Is your friend still here?”

“No.” He stormed into the house, unable to deny it as she followed him in. “He’s coming back soon so make this quick.”

“A boyfriend?” She asked, pulling a face as she stepped into the lounge. “It smells like sex in here. You need to air the place out.”

“It’s only just started; I don’t fucking know what it is.” Bakugo rolled his eyes, throwing open the windows for air, despite how fucking freezing it was. Lucky the fire was going.

“But he’s coming back.” His mother pointed out, throwing his couch blanket over his shoulders as if it hadn’t been tainted by the sexual escapades.

“Yeah, and I want you damn well gone before he does.” He growled, blush in full force.

“Is this the horribly dressed redhead?” She grinned knowingly and he couldn’t help but stare at the ground.

“Fuckin’ maybe.” It wasn’t like he lied to his parents and this was going to be no exception. They had known he liked the guy and had asked several times about the progress with him, much to his annoyance.

“How long has he been here?” She asked, ruffling his hair in which he promptly batted her hand away.

“Since Saturday.” Fuck, he wanted him there all the time. “Got snowed in or whatever.”

“So?” There was a long, pointed look in his direction which he glared at, only to finally roll his eyes and sigh.

“Fine, whatever, I like him.” An easy concede, his face dropping into something soft and open. “I really fucking like him.”

“Then don’t screw it up, kid.” She pinched his cheek as he instinctively tried to evade. “Okay, okay, I’m going. I expect an update next Sunday.”

“Yeah, whatever.” He made a light effort to push her to the door before remembering that he had some left overs from the night before and he owed it to his parents to keep them adequately fed. While she put on her shoes, he went and grabbed the containers and quickly shoved them in her hands. “Take these. Made it last night in case you annoyed me today. It’s like I knew my mother was a leech.”

“This is why I visit.” She grinned, taking the food with glee. “The only time we eat well is when you feed us.”

“Bye now.” He held the door open for her and she flicked him in the forehead affectionately. “…love you.”

“Oh, my sweet gremlin child, I do so love this side of you. It is so very rare.” His mother gushed happily resulting in him giving a gesture that involved a middle finger. “Love you too, kid.” With a slight ruffle of his hair, she left humming something happily in her wake.

~

“So, I noticed a hot tub.” Kirishima grinned after he finally returned with some supplies. They had retired quickly to the bedroom just to make out, clearly driven by lust and attraction… and maybe a little bit of affection. The redhead’s hand was running up and down his waist as he kissed his nose gently. “Does it work?”

“Why wouldn’t it work?” He frowned, fingers trailing up the others shirt to feel his abs. Ripped and hard, just the way abs should be.

“Well, what I mean is now that the snow has stopped and we can walk outside, maybe we should go make out in the hot tub.” Well why the fuck didn’t he just say that?

“I’ve created a fucking monster.” He grinned, rolling the guy onto his back and kissing him hard. “Let’s go.”

It didn’t take long for it to heat up, but there was a bit of a lag with how long it took him to actually get in. Kirishima seemed to have no such reservation, stripping off in an instant and hopping in with a grin and a half.

“Why are you waiting?” He asked, chin resting on his arms as he leaned against the side.

“It’s really fucking cold.” He was still dressed head to toe in his sweats and long shirt… and Kirishima’s puffer jacket. “I can’t.”

“You really hate the cold that much?” The redhead laughed, holding out his hand. “I’ll warm you up.”

“Then I’ll have to get out again and fuck that.” He jumped a little on the spot.

“Babe, if you really want to go back inside, we can.” It was the goddamn pet name that ended him. Groaning, he quickly shed the jacket almost crying out at how fucking cold it was. Throwing off the rest of his clothes, mainly to prove he wasn’t a weak assed motherfucker, he sprinted his way into the tub, shivering as he did so.

“Fuck me, it’s freezing!” It was almost a little ridiculous at how much his teeth were chattering despite being submerged in the warmth. The other just laughed, moving to wrap his arms around him as Bakugo firmly faceplanted into his neck.

“You’re so cute.” He laughed lowly into his ear, hands moving to cup his ass.

“I’m not cute, asshole.” He retorted back, although it lost some of its gruffness through his insane chattering teeth. “Fuck, kiss me or something.” How the redhead’s lips were still warm, he had no idea but he was definitely not complaining. The kissing and the touching quickly had him warming up as his legs wrapped around the others waist with the aided help of the water’s buoyancy.

“This has honestly been one of the best weeks of my life.” Kirishima murmured in between kisses, a hand moving to tangle in with some of the hair at the nape of his neck. “I feel like we have a connection or something, you know?”

“No, I invite heaps of people to my house and have them stay a week.” He teased quickly, shivering slightly at the cool breeze that nipped their faces. “Just love people in my fucking space. I’m a people person.”

“My favourite part is that you act like you’re all menacing and mean, but your kisses are so gentle and your touches are so affectionate.” Bakugo pulled back to glare at him, not quite sure how to react to that information. “Don’t glare, I’m saying I like it. I want to know everything about you.” Instead of responding to the stupid comment, he just allowed himself to kiss him again, hands trailing down without subtly. There was no stifling the chemistry between them. The closeness… it was… nice. He wanted to be this close forever.

~

By the time he managed to work up the courage to brace the cold, Kirishima was already dressed and waiting for him by the door.

“Come on babe, it’s like a few seconds.” He tried with no success as Bakugo pouted at him. “The fire is on and its nice and warm.” Still nothing, because apparently sitting in warm, cum soaked water was better than the cold. “I’ll let you keep the hoodie you’ve been eyeing off?” And fuck, that was an incentive.

So, with great effort, he pulled himself out of the water and attempted to sprint to the door where the clothes had been left.

It should have been more embarrassing falling over but he had managed to do so by knocking his head with such vigor that he almost passed out, blood dripping out from a cut high on his forehead. Kirishima was to him in an instant, wrapping him in the spare towel he’d forgotten about and sitting him up. What a look. Sexy too.

“’m fine.” He mumbled, drowsy as anything and cold as fuck. “Cold.” Helping him up, he all but carried his weight inside, depositing him by the fire and wrapping a blanket around him.

“Show me.” Kirishima demanded, looking at the cut on his forehead and pressing it with the towel. “It’s not deep, it won’t need stitches or glue.” He stated, looking the rest of him over. “Hold on a sec, I’m going to google concussions and how to work out if you have one.”

“I’m fucking fine.” He grumbled, moving slightly towards the fire. “I know I’m at home and it’s Saturday and that it’s fucking December because it’s fucking COLD as SHIT outside.” He had to do a first aid course to be able to even open a restaurant because safety was important, so he knew that if he didn't vomit or forget anything he'd be pretty okay.

“Okay, well let’s get you dressed?” Kirishima asked hesitantly, patting his shoulders down.

“Give me your damn hoodie.” Yeah he was mumbling it, but he kind of felt like a fucking dickhead. “’ts mine now.” Kirishima laughed, but nodded as he got up to fetch his hoodie.

“How’s your head?” Kirishima asked him a few hours later, bringing in two cups of tea to where he was sitting, watching some stupid show the other had put on.

“I feel fucking stupid.” He muttered, glaring straight ahead, pouting slightly.

“You looked pretty graceful going ass up.” The redhead laughed, handing him his beverage. “Don’t worry, I still like you so you don’t have to be embarrassed. Besides, that hoodie looks good on you.”

“Fuck you.” He grumbled, sipping his drink and allowing the other to snuggle in close and wrap an arm around him. At least he was warm now.

~

The week had been long and fucking tiring. The restaurant was busier than ever and he had practically been run off his feet ever since he’d gone back that Monday. He had ordering and deliveries as well as a packed house every night of the week. On top of that, he also came home every night only to have Kirishima make his way over with a text stating he missed him. That was all he needed to cave. It was pathetic, but he decided he would rather be exhausted than to miss out on a night of intimacy with the guy.

For all intents and purposes, he was happy. Despite the late nights and the business, he actually felt whole for once. It was stupid, putting all his bets on the one horse, but he kind of felt like he had won. He still had his goals and ambitions and the redhead was supportive of it every single time he spoke about it. Maybe he could have it all.

He’d been in such a good mood, he didn’t even yell when Uraraka broke an expensive piece of equipment or when Midoriya ruined several hundred dollars of meat by leaving it out in the sink overnight. He barely even batted an eye when Todoroki dropped a bottle of the costliest bottles of wine or when Jiro and Shinso collectively managed to shatter five of his crystal flute glasses. Apparently everyone was in to break him, but he was having none of it. He merely just ordered more and counted his losses, asking people to be more careful in their weekly meeting.

“That’s it?” Todoroki asked, glancing at the green haired idiot next to him. “No yelling?”

“Maybe he’s ill?” The nerd muttered, cocking his head to the side and shaking it in confusion.

“Are you ill, Katsuki?” Todoroki asked, blunt and straight to the point. Most of the others had resumed their positions, bar the two in front of him.

“No.” He answered, moving to the sink to wash his hands before he started. “It’s just, whatever.” He shrugged causing the other two to frown.

“What else causes someone to become suddenly relaxed?” Todoroki asked, looking at Midoriya again to which Bakugo grinned and stepped towards them.

“Wanna know?” He asked glancing between the two idiots. Both nodded, eyes wide. “Regular fucking. You two should try it.” He walked away with a snicker, the two spluttering awkwardly at each other. Being happy had its perks.

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He should have known the night would be a disaster as soon as it hit four pm and both his sous-chef and manager called in suspiciously close together. Meaning that, not only was prep not done but nobody would be there to open the fucking restaurant on time if he didn’t sort it out quickly. It also meant that he’d have to fucking go in on his weekend off to cover his idiot childhood friend.

After a long line of expletives, he managed to get a hold of both Jiro and Uraraka to open, promising the overtime and that he’d be in soon. Uraraka was apparently already at the restaurant, stating that Midoriya had all but vomited his life away in the staff bathroom earlier. Gross. Lucky, he hadn’t made it anywhere near the fucking kitchen because he didn’t need a damn gastro outbreak on top of a shit deal. It was frustrating, considering he was currently forty minutes run from home.

Otherwise, working wasn’t a huge deal.

Kirishima was off with his friends for the night and he’d planned nothing but an early night’s sleep to prepare him for the weekend. It wasn’t like he hated his job in any case.
An hour and a half later, he stalked into the kitchen with purpose, ready to make the night count.

“Hey!” Uraraka chimed from her station. “Thank god, we thought the sky would fall without someone to yell at us.”

“Did you call the cleaner in to decontaminate like I asked?” He snapped out quickly, moving into position. Uraraka nodded in confirmation and a little salute.

“Sure did, it’s all pristine.” She reassured, moving over to pat him on the shoulder. “Although I do find it kind of suspicious Todoroki also called in sick.”

“Maybe they’ve finally pulled their fucking heads out of their asses.” He suggested, grabbing the new ticket and calling it out with authority.

“Oh my god, do you think he’s helping him while he’s sick?” She squealed as he fired up the grill for the first dish.

“I don’t, and I cannot stress this enough, give a fuck.” He answered, finally losing himself in the art of cooking. Uraraka laughed at him, clapping his shoulder.

“You really should come out with us all one night.” She smiled, floating back to her station. “It’d be fun.” He promptly threw her the finger.

By the time he took a break for some water, everything was running smoothly despite the rough start.

“Hey!” Jiro called from the window, causing him to jump slightly.

“What?” It came out as a bark, but he was trying to drink his damn water. It was hard, thirsty work being in charge.

“Well, I just wanted to know if you’re sending any free shit to Red tonight.” With a blink of confusion, he let the words sink in before frowning.

“He’s not here.” It came across as irritable, but there was no fucking way Kirishima would be there after everything. He was his. They’d been together for two weeks.

“Uh, yes he is.” She countered easily, gesturing over her shoulder. “Table ten. Different from his usual. Maybe the blonde he’s with didn’t like the draft.” His stomach churned at the words and he kind of felt like the whole fucking world had just dropped out of his ass a little.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” It had to be some sort of mistake. They weren’t exactly exclusive; he knew that but it still bitch slapped him a little. Why the fuck would he go on a date and not tell him? Why the fuck would he lie and say he was going out with friends? Better yet, why the fuck would he bring a date to his fucking restaurant?

With a frown, he stormed over to the window to point out how stupid Jiro was and how she had the wrong person only to be hit with a scene that completely ripped him from inside out. He kind of wanted to scream. He kind of also wanted to cry. Every fucking bit of his heart, all the way to his throat, ached in a pain he hadn’t ever felt before.
Kirishima was sitting there, at table ten, with another man. A man that wasn’t him. Blonde, short, bright and cheerful looking. A dorky smile in place and wild hand gestures accompanied him. Kirishima was glancing around furtively, like he was trying to shrink into the chair and not be seen. Mother fucker. God he was angry and so fucking done.

“Nothing, charge him fucking twice.” He growled out, slamming down his glass.

“Oh, trouble in paradise?” Uraraka asked, skipping up to the window. “I thought you guys were kind of friends now?”

“Shut the fuck up.” He growled out, storming away and smashing down some pots on the stove.

“Wow… “ Uraraka breathed, glancing between him and Jiro.

“I said shut it.” God, was he able to slam shit any harder?

“Is this about Red dating?” She asked coyly. “I’m going to ask seriously, why don’t you just ask him out?”

“Why don’t you just shut your mouth about shit you don’t know about?” He asked, holding back the tears that were threatening to break free. “Drop it.”

“But I don’t know why you just won’t put yourself out of the misery!” She echoed, absolutely not dropping it.

“I fucking did!” He snapped out. “Okay? I did.”

“Oh.” Her and Jiro exchanged glances before the waitress subtly retreated. Nobody else in the kitchen seemed to want to get involved. “And he said no?” It sounded like she didn’t believe it.

“No, he spent fucking two weeks in my bed and now he’s out there on a date with that new fucker without telling me it was done. Or if we were done. Or what the fuck I’m meant to do.” He sighed angrily, rubbing at his temples. There was a moment of silence before someone shouted that they needed more wine for the sauce. He quickly palmed whatever he’d been cooking over to someone else and stalked out without another word.

He refused to look across at Kirishima and his date. He refused to give him that satisfaction. If he wanted to act like he meant nothing, he’d treat him like that too.

“You look angry.” Shinso commented when he all but threw the bar top up. “More so than usual.”

“Shut it.” He ordered, pulling down and looking at the bottles. “Where is that one I usually make the sauce with?” Shinso hummed a laugh before reaching past him to a bottle that he hadn’t grabbed.

“Is it about that redhead?” He asked, handing him the bottle. “He’s staring over here like he’s seen a ghost.”

“Don’t talk to me about him.” He snapped out quickly, snatching the wine.

“His date is cute this week.” God, the guy really knew how to grind his gears. “I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere before. I can distract him if you want to make your move.”

“Didn’t I ask you to shut it?” Bakugo frowned, unable to help but glance up to the date. Sure he looked happy, but there was no way he himself was less attractive, right?

“I don’t think your man is into him.” Shinso offered objectively. “And don’t act like he’s not. You’re not subtle.”

“That fucker is on a date.” Bakugo pointed out unhappily. “He shouldn’t be on a fucking date.”

“That’s why you should always talk about your expectations.” Like he needed dating advice from this asshole. “I’ll make sure their drinks take forever.”

“Yeah.” He agreed, stepping out from the bar. “Whatever, thanks.”

The rest of the night he made sure to look as if he did not give a single fuck, even if he was super stingy on the meat portion of Kirishima’s meal. It was a way to punish him at least. Not once had he come forward to try and explain himself. Not until he stepped out into the coolness of the carpark at least. It was late so he had no idea why he was still waiting for him by his car. At least he’d thought well enough to park next to him so he was at least fucking warm. Not that he cared.

“Babe…” He breathed out, fog catching in the air.

“Don’t.” Bakugo warned, holding up a hand. “Go home.”

“I know it looks bad, but-.” He didn’t hesitate to cut him off in his internal rage.

“Hah, it looks fucking bad. Fuck you.” He snapped at Kirishima who was waiting hesitantly at the door. Throwing off his chef’s cap he slammed it into his pocket as he stalked to his car. “I’m not interested.”

“Look, I’m really sorry about what happened in there.” Kirishima looked at him hesitantly, eyes following his movements. “It’s not what it looks like, besides you weren’t meant to be working.”

“Because that makes it so much fucking better.” It was hard to hate him, but he really did in that moment. “You don’t get to come the fuck to my restaurant and date whoever the fuck you want after fucking me and expect it to be okay. What the fuck are you, an idiot?”

“Well if you would just let me explain…”

“I don’t have a single fuck to give right now, Eijiro.” He growled out frustrated. “I don’t care anymore, I’m done. I’m thirty fucking years old and I don’t have time for a bullshit, highschool-esque fucking dramatic assed relationship. I don’t give a fuck if you want to date, just don’t fucking do it here.”

“Well you do care, because you’re yelling at me without listening to me. Katsuki, please can we just talk about this?” He half begged, looking a little panicked and moving closer to him. “Just hear me out, please?”

“No, don’t.” He brushed him off quickly, opening his car door. “I’m done with this. This is why I don’t fucking date. Have a nice fucking life.”

“I’m not-…”

“Don’t contact me.” He growled out, slamming the door, not waiting for whatever excuse he was going for. It was better this way. He’d already let the guy hurt him too much. He wouldn’t let it happen again. He refused to look back, even if he knew Kirishima was looking at him in the rear-view mirror.

He didn’t drive home. He somehow made it to his parents’ house. It was muscle memory at this point. Thankfully they were still awake, judging by the lights. They were sitting on the couch watching a shitty romcom when he slammed the door open, looked at them and made a beeline for the stairs without saying a word. They looked at him in concern, sure, but they just let him have a breather and a shower before they attempted to chat. It was his father that came, probably knowing he needed the gentle coaxing of what was wrong.

“Are you staying the night?” He asked, sitting down on the end of the bed as he looked at his stupid, ill-fitting high school clothes in the mirror. Why the fuck they’d never cleaned out his room after he’d left was beyond him. Maybe it was a proud parent thing.

“What of it?” He asked, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “There’s dessert in the bags.” His father looked over at the bags and nodded his thanks.

“Are you okay?” Generally, the fact that he was even there suggested no. The only other times he’d stormed back to his childhood home had been while piss drunk or when something that resulted in large emotional damage occurred.

“Fine.” It was such a fucking lie.

“Is it…” He hesitated, adjusting his glasses. “Boy trouble?”

“Oh my fucking god.” There was no way he was having this fucking conversation at thirty fucking years old.

“Well, you were an easy teenager.” His father offered, crossing his legs. “It was always bound to happen eventually.”

“What did that old hag tell you?” There was no way she would have kept quiet about it. She was too damn excitable about him not dying alone.

“She told me that you may have a new boyfriend.” He admitted easily causing Bakugo to glare. "Although I am glad you're old enough that we don't have to have the safe sex talk."

“I don’t have a new fucking boyfriend.” He gritted out, eyes pricking with angry, mad tears and blatantly ignoring the last comment. “Because apparently people don’t tell you when they want to see other people.”

“Oh.” Silence. “Maybe I should get your mother for this. I’m not sure how to give advice on matters of a broken heart.”

“It’s not damn well broken!” Despite his protests, the tears fell. What a load of shit. Traitor tears.

“Yeah, I’m going to get your mother.” He advised, holding up a finger.

“Fine, bring back plates.” He sniffed, stalking to his bed and climbing in as he crossed his arms. It was a great sulking pose. “And spoons.”

~

“So you think just because you’re heartbroken that you can storm into our house?” His mother asked after storming her way to the door. “I was really invested in that damn movie.”

“Plates and spoons?” He demanded with a glare.

“Your father is bringing them up shortly.” Her and was on her hip, feigning an unimpressed look. “You really do ugly cry, don’t you?”

“Fuck you.” There was no force behind it. “I look like you, so you must be fucking ugly too.”

“Lucky I never cry.” She was such a liar, but that did make him snort a laugh. Silence took over as she rustled through the bag of dessert.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” He managed after a while; nose stuffy from his stupid leaking eyes. “Why don’t people want me?”

“Well, you really are a fucking poor-me tonight.” His mother raised her eyebrows, ruffling his hair. “That’s simply not true, but what happened?”

“I thought… I’m so fucking stupid.” He grit out, rolling to the wall. “He went on a date with someone else.”

“Are you sure it was a date?” The surprise was evident. “You two spent a week together and he still wasn’t deterred by your fuckery. Doesn’t seem the type to quit after that long.”

“I fucking well saw them.” He pouted aggressively at the wall.

“You’re an idiot.” His mother hit him gently up the side of the head. “As if he would take a date to your restaurant. That’s just asking for drama. Did he try and explain?”

“Nope.” He snapped out, pulling the blankets up over his head. “Maybe. I didn’t listen because he fucking had a date. It’s my weekend off. It’s the fucking perfect opportunity.”

“You’re fucking emotionally stunted, I swear.” She sighed, just as his father entered the room with plates and spoons. “Just talk to him. Work it out.”

“Plate me my dessert.” He ordered instead of agreeing with her. Maybe she was right, but now he kind of felt like he needed to process it a little more because well, he was fucking heartbroken or whatever.

~

The week didn’t get any better. His chest hurt. A lot. It hurt to swallow. It hurt to eat. It hurt to do anything other than sleep. It was as if being alive was working to break him into two. The depression he was experiencing was rife. He didn’t even know how to be angry. It was just flatness. It was like he could hear people talking and he yelled back all the right things but he didn’t really feel anything.

Every time he thought about calling the redhead, he made excuses not to. He didn’t want to cross that bridge and find out that he had been right in his assumptions because if he was he didn’t think he’d ever come back from it. It was ridiculous because it had only been two fucking weeks. He shouldn’t be feeling this strongly. He was being a fucking idiot and he damn well knew it. Besides, he had his pride to think about. He would get over it, he had shit to do. He’d already fucking wasted two weeks to find out that the redhead was exactly like everyone else out there. Not fucking worth it.

Kirishima hadn’t even called. He hadn’t texted. He’d gone cold, which is what he’d asked for but the lack of effort really fucking pushed the point home. That their brief relationship, whatever it had been, meant nothing. Fuck if he didn’t miss him though. The waking up with someone, the touches, the kissing. He missed it all and that hurt his chest more and more every time he thought about it. Fuck the entire existence where they existed together.

~

The bottles were just sitting there, tempting him into something he didn’t really want to do. He’d taken them out of the fridge about an hour ago. Mulled it over, almost caved and then like the fucking stupid, weak moron he was, he phoned his mother and asked her to come over. That was a good twenty minutes ago now, which made sense because she’d just woken up when he phoned her.

“Katsuki?” She called, for once in her life sounded fucking concerned. It was pretty on par with how she sounded when he needed help with his drinking the first-time round. That had been a tough year. “You call me without an explanation and ask me to come over, what is going the fuck on?” She rounded the corner as he continued to stare, only holding on through sheer will.

“I need you to get the fuck rid of them.” She had all but stopped in her tracks, assessing the situation before sighing.

“Why do you have them?”

“He bought them over on our first date.” He glanced up. “I’ve had a bad fucking week and I need you to get rid of them.”

“Come on brat, you’re stronger than that.” She told him with her arms crossed. “Six years, kid. You got this.”

“What if I don’t?!” Fuck were these tears again? Shit.

“What is this really about?” She asked, coming to sit beside him. “You said you were going to talk to him.”

“I never wanted a fucking relationship!” He yelled angrily, smashing his fist down on the table. “And then that fucking asshole turned up. I wanted him and he fucking lied to me!”

“Oh. We’re back at the heart break.” She nodded, before shaking her head.

“It’s not heart break!” He snapped, tears streaming down his face. “All I do it get addicted. I’m weak and fucking pathetic. I don’t NEED anyone but I fucking WANT him so much.”

“You’re in love with him, Kid.” She explained, scooting to sit beside him to stroke his hair. “It’s okay to fall in love. It’s not the same as drinking. It’s not something you have to struggle with.”

“He lied!” He shouted, burying his face in his hands. “He lied.”

“About what exactly?” She asked as if she was so done with his shit. “You haven’t let him explain anything.”

“So you’re sticking up for him?” He accused quickly, shooting her a look. “After he showed up with someone else?”

“And did you ask him why?” Her expectant question had him glaring at her.

“No, fuck that.”

“Katsuki, you’re being a fucking idiot.” She rolled her eyes, but continued to stroke his hair. “You’re so emotionally fucking inept sometimes. Talk to him about it instead of sitting here looking at beer you already know you’re not going to drink.”

“How the fuck do you know?” He snapped out quickly, knowing she was right.

“Because you called me instead of doing it.” She explained calmly.

“I want to.” The admittance made him feel weak.

“I know, but you’re stronger than that.” She told him firmly. “Now get rid of them.”

Standing at the sink, they emptied the bottles together in silence.

“I’m scared that if I get to close, I’m going to feel like I can’t live without him.” He whispered, looking at the ground. “I did the same thing with alcohol. The need and the cravings feel the same. That’s why I haven’t talked to him.”

“So you would rather just assume that he’s an asshole then let yourself feel something for someone?” His mother asked him with a knowing look. “It’s not the same thing.”

“I don’t know what the fuck I’m meant to do.”

“You’re meant to communicate, you stupid child.” She lectured him. “Go and talk to him. If he is a lying, dirty cheater, kick his ass and then come and wallow. No more of that shit though until you talk to him.” Sometimes she made some real good points. Maybe it was time for an explanation.

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It was two am and he couldn’t sleep, even if when he wrapped himself up in Kirishima’s hoodie just because it smelled like the guy. It had worked once or twice before, but tonight there was no luck.

He had been tossing and turning for the better half of an hour when he finally gave in and decided to find something to absently flick through on his phone. Clicking into his messages, he frowned when he saw a little red bubble atop Kirishima’s name. When had he sent a message? Better yet, how had he missed it? To be fair, he’d stopped checking for his name every time he went to into the screen and it was underneath several work messages, suggesting it had been from a busy day.

With his heart speeding up slightly, he clicked into it with some hesitation just in case it was a formal end to things that he wasn’t quite ready to give up on. He’d told his mother he would talk to the guy, but it was fucking terrifying being that fucking vulnerable and maybe he just wanted him to try. Even if he said not to.

He noted the message time stamped three days ago.

E.K: I know you said not to contact you and I tried I swear ... BUT I need you to know it wasn’t a date. I wouldn’t do that to you. Denki is JUST a friend. Please just let me explain. Please?

Bakugo glared and glared hard at the message, trying to find fault with it. Why the fuck hadn’t he just said that in the first place? It would have been so easy to shout it at him and correct him. Something was weird. Something was up, but he did swear it wasn’t a date. If he had any hope of drifting off to sleep now, he was sorely mistaken.

K.B: Explain it then.

He’d spent the rest of the night thinking it over and that was the only response he could think of. The message was sent at 5.03am and he’d still hadn’t gotten a fucking reply. It was now encroaching on three pm and Bakugo wondered vaguely if he’d missed his chance for any reconciliation. It made sense, Kirishima was probably at work and hating him for not ever giving him a chance to explain and was now intent on driving him insane and making him suffer. It was also a Friday and it’d been two weeks since the incident. Maybe he just had better things to do than wait for him to text back.

He was about to throw his phone angrily out the window and swear off men forever...until it hit four pm.

E.K: …I’m almost home. It was followed by an address on the other side of town. Come over if you want and we’ll talk?

K.B: Fine.

It was time to face the fucking music.

Kirishima looked fucking wrecked. Not just tired, completely fucking wrecked. His eyes were sullen with dark as sin circles under them. He looked a little pastier than usual which was concerning given how tanned he was. His shoulders were hunched and he looked, in general, sad.

“Why the hell do you look like that?” Bakugo demanded, looking him up and down in aggressive concern.

“Probably the same reason you look like that.” He pointed out, opening the door for him to enter. Bakugo scowled because he knew he was probably right, but he didn't like being called out on it. “I can’t sleep and I keep on rehashing our argument in my mind.” Bakugo stalked past him with containers full of food, trying not to touch despite how much he fucking wanted to. God, he wanted to.

He barely even took in the rest of the house as he beelined for the kitchen to avoid the touching, only to find a cup of instant noodles on the bench. He glared at them as if they personally offended him.

The cup noodles were pretty fucking blasphemous if he were being honest and he was always honest. Sitting there, soaking away in a soup of artificial chicken flavour, it was almost too much for him. He really wondered in that moment, if the redhead was truly fucking worth it because this was just way too offensive. He was, but it didn’t make him feel any less okay about the instant fucking noodles. He almost couldn’t believe Kirishima had made it knowing he was coming. Luckily he’d bought some food with him to reheat so they could discuss their pending relationship over a good meal. Food helped with everything, unless it was instant noodles. They destroyed your soul and gave you cholesterol all at once.

Slamming down his containers, he promptly picked up the cup noodles and poured them down the sink. Good fucking riddance.

“Hey!” Kirishima pouted unhappily, standing by the bench. “I’m hungry and that was rude.”

“Like fuck you’re eating that shit.” He growled, moving for the stove top to reheat the food. “Have some fucking self-respect. I bought real food to reheat.”

“Uh, you broke up with me and now I’m just meant to accept you in my kitchen like nothing happened?” He asked in hangry disbelief.

“I didn’t break up with shit.” He answered quickly, ignoring the look of confusion. “You’re meant to let me reheat this better food while we talk about whatever the fuck happened.”

“I think what happened was pretty clear.” Kirishima told him bluntly. “You ended it with me after you saw me at your restaurant with someone and refused to let me explain myself. And now you’re commandeering my kitchen.”

“You wanted to explain, so fucking explain.” Bakugo ordered like he had any fucking self-respect when it came to Kirishima. He’d almost fucking caved walking into his house. He hadn’t even looked around because his eyes were so fixed onto him.

“You didn’t want to hear it a two weeks ago.” He frowned, crossing his arms like he had been the victim. Maybe he partly was. Maybe he had told the truth, but he sounded suss about it when he attempted.

“You were at my restaurant with someone else and it pissed me off.” Bakugo answered steadily, eyes now on his. “You said ‘it’s not what it looks like’ and ‘you weren’t even meant to be working’, what the fuck am I meant to think?” Kirishima looked at him, as if a thought finally clicked in his head, his mouth opening slightly.

“Okay yeah.” He admitted, sliding into one of the stools on the opposite side of the bench. “I see how that sounded incriminating. Holy shit, was I actually that stupid?”

“Yes.” Bakugo scolded, going back to his task at hand. “And then you didn’t fucking try to explain yourself until that half assed text three fucking days ago.”

“I’m not good with that kind of conflict.” The redhead admitted sadly. “I typed and deleted so many messages. I almost called you a thousand times. I didn’t know what to say.”

“You’re an idiot.” He shook his head, tossing the fried rice in the pan.

“But you came back…” Kirishima looked at him hopefully. “You’re here and talking to me.”

“I don’t miss you if that’s what you’re fucking thinking.” He pouted, stirring the ingredients. Kirishima looked at him in surprise, face softening. “Except I do or whatever. So fucking explain.”

“It really wasn’t what it looked like.” Kirishima sighed, relaxing slightly. “It wasn’t a date. I swear. God, I would never date Denki. He’s one of my closest friends. I didn’t even know we were going to the restaurant until we were there.”

“A friend?” He cocked an eyebrow up in question, adding spices to the pan, eager to know.

“Yes. It was meant to be him and Mina, but she bailed.” Kirishima explained without a beat, eying the food carefully. “He’s trying to date the bartender apparently, that’s why he booked a table. He hooked up with him and the guy forgot. He didn’t know that I’d been there before and I would have told you but you showed up.” Bakugo pulled a face at him at the thought of anyone wanting to date Shinso.

“Sous chef called in sick on his weekend on.” He shrugged, looking over to his redhead. Kirishima nodded. “I still don’t fucking know why you looked so fucking shady. You could have just messaged me or fuck, I don't know, asked to talk to me.”

“You’re going to think it’s stupid and fucked up.” Kirishima admitted as Bakugo went to work on the other portions of meat.

“Fucking try me.” It was almost a challenge.

“I haven’t exactly told my friends and family about my sexuality.” The redhead breathed out quickly causing Bakugo to sputter in disbelief. If he’d had a mouth full of water, he’d have spit it out. “So going to a place where EVERYBODY knows, it kind of threw me off. It was like my safe space, you know? And then you showed up and like I could deny what we were doing. I just freaked out.”

Bakugo briefly wondered how Kirishima had managed to keep that one under wraps given the way he fucking dressed. Like tonight, he was in a bright fucking orange t-shirt and blue Hawaiian print shorts. And his skin routine was a lengthy fucking joke, but damn it was soft.

“You’ve got to be kidding.” He managed after a lengthy, shocked look. “I know you said you’ve only recently worked it out, but fucking hell. Why the fuck not? Are they assholes?”

“No, I’m sure everyone would be supportive of it.” He shrugged. “As I said, Denki is trying to get with your bartender. It’s not like the concept is new to our group.”

“But?”

“But, as I told you, it took me a long time to really figure it out and I only decided to start dating this year and I wanted to have that for myself for a while.” Bakugo looked up and him with a half glare, half frown at the admission. “I liked having something that nobody else knew about. Everyone knows too much about me and they involve themselves too readily.”

“What the fuck does that even mean?” He asked, pushed the pan aside to cool as he looked for some damn plates.

“Katsuki, I was sick.” Shit, that shut him up. “My last two years of high school up until about a two years ago when I finally hit remission. I was sick and my body was broken and I thought I was going to die. My father couldn’t deal with it so he left. My friends became overly invested in making sure I was living my best life. My mother put everything on hold for me. It was always about being sick. I never got to date. I never even got to consider dating or who I was attracted to because I thought I was going to die. It has been a long two years of self-discovery and this year I decided to find happiness and I wanted to do it on my terms.”

“Fuck.” Because what could he say to that? “Your kitchen is shit.” He mumbled, irritated by the lack of space as he located the plates. Kirishima was just waiting patiently for him to answer, watching him closely. “Okay, fine. You think I’m gonna freak out over that?”

“You should.” He answered. “I mean, I could get sick again. I probably won’t, but it’s a lot to ask of someone you’re dating. I should have told you sooner, but I was enjoying our time together and I just didn’t want it to be about that. I get if that changes things for you.”

There was a long pause as they looked at each other.

“I’ve never had a boyfriend.” He finally decided on which seemed to surprise Kirishima as he placed a plate in front of the other before taking up on the stool next to him. “I’ve fucked around, but I never wanted someone like that.”

“Why not?” He asked, finally taking a bite of the food and groaning. “God, you’re talented. This is so good.”

“I know.” He smirked devilishly before sighing. “Because I focused on my career instead and then spent two years drinking my stress away. I did a lot of stupid shit and ended up going to rehab. After that, I focused even more on my career. I fucking struggle most days with it, but I manage not to touch the shit for six years now. I was… afraid… to let someone in because I didn’t want to feel out of control like that again…loosing myself in that feeling of desire and trusting that it won’t implode. Trusting myself to not fuck up. It’s fucking hard, trusting anyone, especially yourself.”

It came out as word vomit and he couldn't even remember the last time he'd said that many words in one go. Or if he ever had.

“I think you just smashed some of those walls for me.” Kirishima smiled, reaching for his hand. Astute bastard. He nodded slowly, a little embarrassed. “Thank you for telling me.”

“Does that change your mind about me?” He asked expectantly and the redhead seemed surprised before shaking his head no. “Then what the fuck makes you think I’d change my mind about you?”

“Okay, so… what now?” He nodded along; hand still grasped in his.

“I want to revisit the dating thing.” He clarified quickly. “Except I want to make it fucking clear that that’s what we’re doing.”

“I know what dating means.” Kirishima threw back, raising his eyebrows at him.

“No.” He gripped at his hand with intensity. “I’m making this clear. I’m not casually dating you. I want labels and I don’t want to be fucking confused about any of that shit again. I don’t want to question what this is. It needs to be clear cut. I won’t jump to conclusions if I know you’re mine for sure.”

“Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?” He blinked in surprise. “Like a full-on relationship?”

“Yes. That’s an exclusive label and I want it. If you’re fucking me, you’re only fucking me. If you’re kissing me, you’re only kissing me. If you’re sharing my bed and dating me, you’re only doing that with me.”

“I was never going to see other people Katsuki.” Kirishima sighed before seemingly steeling himself. “I’m pretty loyal like that, even if it’s only been a couple of weeks. I really like you. I have feelings and stuff.”

“Yeah, but I want serious.” He prompted quickly. “I want fucking everything with you.” Kirishima’s eyes seemed to soften at the admission before he swallowed.

“You want serious?” Kirishima asked, expression turning a little dreamy. “You want me and you want serious… even though I was an idiot.”

“You were always an idiot.” Bakugo told him, dropping his utensils and grabbing the ugly orange shirt he was wearing and dragging him in so their lips met. “Want you anyway.”

“I’m really sorry.” Kirishima sighed contently, fluttering his eyes shut as their foreheads touched together. “These past two weeks without you made me really unhappy. There was a lot of instant noodles. I missed you and your cooking.” They exchanged a few more kisses before turning back to their food.

“The problem…” Bakugo stated, chomping down on a bite of rice. “Is that I’m out. Everyone fucking knows. And you’re not.”

“You know I’ve been thinking a lot about it.” Kirishima told him, hand snaking to his thigh. “It’s probably time I told them… and not just because of you.” He added quickly when he shot him a look. “It was way too stressful keeping that secret the other night and I kind of wanted to tell him because I mean… you’re amazing. My serious boyfriend is amazing.”

“True.” There was no denying that. “Besides, if you tell him, he might get a shot at the bartender.”

“Did he say something?” Kirishima asked, looking more excited by the moment. “Is he interested?”

“He wants to fuck him, if that’s what you call interest.” He shrugged, biting into his delicious marinated pork. “I don’t know if he wants serious or whatever.”

“Eh, Denki will take it.” Kirishima assured. “He just wants him to remember. He was really put out at the fact he was a forgettable lay.”

“Your friends are weird.” Bakugo stated, thinking to his own and wondering why none of them put themselves our there enough to even kiss when Kirishima’s friend was sitting there trying to screw a guy into remembering who he was.

“Oh, he’s not even the weirdest one.” Kirishima reassured quickly, pecking him on the cheek. “They’re all very loud. You’re going to hate them all.”

“Fucking great.” He would do it though, because his mother was right, he was kind of in love with the guy.

They ate the rest of their food, idly chatting about Kirishima’s friends and Bakugo’s… acquaintances because he didn’t fucking have friends. Not that he liked admitting to anyway. It was nice, especially after where he got to steal the blanket from the couch and curl up next to him. He made it easy to allow for some kissing though, which resulted with him flat on his back in a heated make out session and a hand down his pants.

“Are you staying tonight?” Kirishima asked in between frantic kisses, as if he could even think of a fucking answer with the damn stroking driving him mad. He grunted out a non-response, pulling him back into the kissing. With a chuckle, his boyfriend removed his hand causing a cry of protest.

“Fuck you!” He snapped out, chasing any friction.

“Are you staying tonight?” Kirishima repeated with a grin.

“Why the fuck does it matter?” This was just playing dirty. “We’re in the middle of something!”

“Because I kind of want to shower, but I’ll wait if you’re not staying?” He answered, causing him to glare and push him backwards.

“You killed the mood because you want a fucking shower?” He demanded, now just feeling a little fucking frustrated.

“I was going to take the mood to the shower?” There was a mischievous gleam in his eye. “Now, are you going to stay?”

“Of course I’m fucking staying!” He half shouted the words. “Hurry up, it’s been two weeks!”

“Frustrated?” Cocky asshole.

“You fucking well know I am.” He was about to growl more protests and irritations, but Kirishima had him over his shoulder with a smack to his ass. He shouted them instead.
Depositing him down onto the bathroom bench, their mouths were fused back together as the redhead reached to turn the shower on. Then the clothes were all but ripped off. The muscles he felt were fucking incredible. After a short while, they broke the kissing to step into the steady stream of warm, steamy water. When the other sunk to his knees to worship he, wondered if he’d died and gone to heaven and if so, what a fucking amazing way to go.

~~~

There was nothing quite like waking up next to a muscly Greek god wrapped around you, particularly in the middle of winter and it was his day off. As he felt the redhead move behind him, his body couldn’t help its physical response to press back into him. Being the little spoon was pretty fucking awesome. Things escalated pretty quickly, because well, morning sex was awesome. He was halfway through a very undignified moan in a pretty precarious position with his boyfriend buried inside him when there was a gasp from the doorway.

“Oh my god, Ma!” Kirishima shouted, throwing a pillow at the woman and quickly covering them up. “You can’t just barge in here, I’m an adult!”

“I’m sorry!” She squeaked, hand covering her eyes as she ran for the exit. “I didn’t realise you had company.”

“Geez, just give us a minute.” Kirishima sighed unhappily, pulling on some pants and looking at him. “Well, guess I’m about to officially out myself.”

“I think the fact you were balls deep inside of me gave that away.” He answered reaching for the others hoodie like it was his.

“Are you really going to claim all my hoodies?” His man asked, passing him his pants and eyeing off the hoodie.

“Your fucking mother just walked in on us.” Bakugo answered, pulling on the rest of his clothes. “I get to wear whatever the fuck I want.”

“But… it’s my favourite one.” Bakugo merely cocked an eyebrow at him before zipping it up without breaking eye contact. “Okay, okay. I want it back though.”

“I hope she bought coffee.” He grinned in victory, pressing a kiss to his lips quickly. “Put on a damn shirt.”

“Hi Ma,” Kirishima sheepishly waved from the doorway of the bedroom, half hiding Bakugo behind him. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“It’s fine dear. I should have called.” She smiled happily, gesturing for the coffee she had bought. “I would have bought another coffee if I knew you had company.”

“Mine.” Bakugo called, pushing past him to grab at the coffee. “You can sip it.” He offered Kirishima who just shook his head at him.

“Oh, the chef!” Of course she remembered him. “Katsuki, right? Does this mean I get to try your meals first hand?”

“I’ll trade you, coffee for food.” He offered, throwing himself down on the couch to which Kirishima laughed at his lack of care factor for meeting his mother.

“Deal.” She agreed, glancing over to her son. “Come sit down darling.”

“Yeah, you’re being fucking weird.” He stared at his boyfriend, slowly sipping the coffee, challenging him almost.

“I… yeah.” Kirishima nodded, walking to sit down next to him, but not close. He looked a little tense as he turned to his mother. “I mean, I guess I’m just confused. Why aren’t you more shocked?”

“Oh sweetie, sex is a normal part of life.” She reassured, looking up to the kitchen. “Do you mind if I make some tea? I bought scones.”

“You know that’s not just what I meant…” He clarified with a frown as she stood to make her tea. “You’re not concerned or surprised that it’s… with a guy?”

“Oh Eijiro, I always knew you were gay.” She waved him off and Bakugo snorted a laugh. “I would have been more shocked if you bought home a woman.”

“Oh.” He seemed even more confused, probably because he hadn’t worked it out himself until recently. “I guess I thought it was going to be more of a thing.”

“I’m a proud mother and I love you.” She shrugged. “If you want to talk about it, I’m listening. You have my full support. Is Katsuki your boyfriend? I did wonder when you started talking a lot about him. And then you two were flirting.”

“I don’t flirt.” Bakugo answered quickly, passing the coffee over to Kirishima who was sitting with his mouth agape. “Drink and start your brain, shitty hair.” Kirishima took the coffee, sipped it and then blinked before shaking his head again.

“Yeah, he’s my boyfriend.” He answered in a delay, causing his mother to smile way too brightly. Kirishima looked over to him, looking like his brain was about to give out. “How did you come out?” Bakugo shrugged at the question.

“I had a stash of male model photos under my pillow that I stole from a shoot and my mother found them one day and replaced them with dirty magazines so I could 'safely explore my sexuality'.” He explained with little quotations. “I don’t think I really needed to say it. I also wore fucking eyeliner and nail polish. I ticked all the boxes.”

“I never wore eye liner or did any of those things!” Kirishima half cried looking to his mother. “How did you know?”

“Have you seen the way you dress?” She asked, causing Bakugo to snort a laugh.

“Impossible to damn well miss.” He muttered, stealing the coffee back. It was his now.

“You also took special note of the male nurses.” That grabbed his attention and caused Kirishima to blush and noticeably look away. “You always smiled and you hardly ever smiled back then.”

Bakugo couldn’t imagine him not smiling. It almost hurt his chest to think about. He didn’t really know what to say to that, so he crossed his legs and patted his boyfriend on the back while sipping his coffee.

“So how did you two meet, then?” Kirishima’s mother asked a bit later, sipping at her tea while Bakugo went to make some breakfast with whatever the fuck was in the kitchen. He had very little to work with, but that had never stopped him before.

“I was kind of dating and the restaurant was my go-to date place?” Kirishima offered, staring at the coffee machine as if the coffee would make itself. Now he’d woken up a bit, he looked pretty desperate for caffeine. “They were awful dates. Kats always made me feel better. He sent me free stuff whenever it went bad. He also insulted my dress sense.”

“What fucking dress sense?” Bakugo mumbled from the kitchen, flicking on the coffee machine in the process. “I can get the shots ready, but you’re gonna have to do the milk.”

“You don’t know how to froth milk?” Kirishima asked in surprise causing Bakugo to shoot him a look.

“I know the basic damn concept.” He shot back quickly. “I’ve never done it.”

“How?” This seemed to surprise the man he so affectionately cared for.

“I’m a chef, not a fucking barista?” Bakugo told him frankly which seemed to finally kick start something in the redhead’s brain. “I cook, you make the coffee.”

“Oh, yeah, right.” And then Kirishima looked back to his mother, back to being really fucking confused. “Why are you here? Who’s at the café?”

“Mina is helping out today. She’s finally on a semester break.” She grinned broadly. “She was telling me how worried she was about you this past week so I thought I’d pop in to check before going back. She’s planning on coming over this afternoon as a surprise, just so you’re aware.” Bakugo sighed from his pan, making the worlds fluffiest fucking omelets while he had the bacon going simultaneously. It sounded like it was going to be a long day and he wondered if they would ever get the chance to finish what they started. He kind of wanted to finish what they started.

By the time they all had eaten, had their tea and coffee and a scone each, Bakugo was ready for them to be alone again. Luckily it wasn’t much longer before his wish came true. As soon as the door was closed, he grinned.

“Thank fuck.” There was no hesitation as he pulled Kirishima to him, pulling protection out of his pocket. He'd stuffed it in there earlier just incase. “Quick, fuck me against the door.”

“The door?” The level of confusion was no longer cute. He’d had his coffee.

“I swear to fucking god if you’re not in me in the next ten seconds…” He didn’t have to finish that sentence because he was quickly being manhandled into position, arms braced against the front door, as the other worked his way inside. “Yes…” It was a hiss of relief. It didn’t take long before he was spilling over the others hand, having already endured hours of foreplay. They kissed through the euphoria, both feeling a hell of a more relaxed than five minutes ago.

A shower later, Bakugo had reluctantly handed back the hoodie but had found his way to the closet to find a replacement while Kirishima was styling his stupid, hot hair. When he walked out to find him wrapped in a towel, there was a raise of his eyebrows at his current ensemble.

“I see you’ve just helped yourself to my closet.”

“There’s nothing good in there anyway.” Bakugo told him, flicking his nail and feigning boredom. “It’s just ugly clothes and hoodies.” He pointed out with a yawn. “I have to go feed the cat then I’m going for a run… you wanna come or whatever?”

“Oh, is this what boyfriends do?” Kirishima asked, pulling out some sweats and some running gear. Kirishima pulled on a shirt, concealing most of his muscles. It was a sad day for humanity. “I love exercise.”

“I can’t tell.” He replied, helping himself to the abs now concealed under the shirt. “I’m so fucking gay.” It came out as a groan before he pushed the other away to get some fucking distance. They'd just cleaned themselves, they didn't need to get messy again.

“What?” The redhead grinned, grabbing at Bakugo's waist.

“Nothing.” He snapped, holding up a finger. “We have shit to do. Feed the cat. Run. More coffee. Then we bang. Then you can fuck off and pretend you’re surprised by your friend or whatever.”

“Or, how about we get coffee at the café and you can meet her!” He sounded way to enthusiastic about the idea.

“Maybe.” Because as much as he had suddenly decided that he was ready to tell everyone, he might flake on it considering he’d already tackled the issue of telling his mother in less-than-ideal circumstances. “You don’t have to rush or whatever.” He added when Kirishima frowned at his hesitance.

“But after our conversation last night…” He shook his head. Stupid Kirishima was a cute Kirishima. “I thought we agreed to tell people?”

“Idiot…” He couldn’t help but kiss him. “You don’t have to do it all on one fucking day.”

“Okay so you’re saying that I should see how I feel after the run has cleared my head and I’m not influenced by post sex brain.” Bakugo rolled his eyes but shrugged at the comment, flicking him gently in the forehead.

“Yeah, whatever. That.” He agreed. “Now hurry the fuck up.” They had a cat to feed and a run to go on.

Chapter Text

“Uh, Babe?” Kirishima called from Bakugo’s bedroom a week later, voice curious. Bakugo walked in to find him surrounded by his own hoodies. He refused to comment on how they’d gotten there. “Literally every single one of my hoodies is here.”

“Our hoodies.” He corrected, not even feigning embarrassment. Kirishima gave him a look that was half amused, half concerned. “They fucking smell like you, sue me.”

“So, like every time you come to my place you just leave with one?” He asked, holding one up. “What do you do with the stuff you’re wearing?”

“It’s at your place.” He stated as if it were obvious. “Sometimes I just wear a shirt so I can leave in one.”

“That is so cute.” Eh, he’d take it. “Even if you’ve stolen my favorite one again to wear today.”

“It’s fucking seven am.” He pointed out. “You’re going to work soon and I need it until I leave for the restaurant.”

“You’re right, but I am taking a couple home with me today.” Kirishima informed him, throwing a couple over his arm. “So I can be comfortable tonight when I see my friends while you work.”

“Not this one.” He grunted out, turning away and padding back to his coffee machine. Kirishima had taught him how to froth the fucking milk, which was a lot better then settling for black coffee like he had been doing up until now. Kirishima followed him out, navy shirt tucked nicely into his black slacks. Bakugo liked what he wore to work. It was simple. Sexy.

“So I think I’m going to tell them tonight.” Kirishima mentioned, fiddling with his sleeve cuff nervously. “All three of them will be there tonight and since I bailed on telling Mina last week, I think maybe I should just do it. Rip off the band aid! Be manly!”

It had been a riot of emotion the previous weekend. They’d gone for their run and Kirishima had worked himself up into telling his friend about them before having a panic attack, crying in the bathroom and asking if they could just order in coffee instead. Bakugo thought it was probably a mixture of things. The lack of sleep. Telling his mother. The fact that they’d just only made up after two weeks of stress and probably the fact that he just needed time to process all of the above. So, he’d sat there next to him and rubbed his back all the while ordering coffee in. When his friend had texted Kirishima to see if he was home, he’d feigned an excuse about being unwell and spent the night curled up next to him peacefully asleep instead. He’d needed the rest, evidently.

“Whatever you want.” He shrugged, pouring the coffee into Kirishima’s to-go cup. “Don’t fucking stress if you freak out or whatever.”

“If it goes bad, can I text you an SOS for free dessert?” Kirishima asked, taking the cup with a kiss to his temple.

“No.” Every now and then he became a little flushed at how intimate the little gestures were. It was stupid because of everything they had done and shared.

“Hm, okay.” He nodded along as if he didn’t believe him. “I’ll see you after you finish.” Bakugo rolled his eyes and slammed his lunch into his hands. Kirishima looked at him like the sun shone out of his ass every single time he got homemade food for his lunch.

“I’m going back to bed.” Bakugo mumbled, finishing off his coffee. It was tactical nap time. “Don’t fuck up your genes or whatever.”

“You really don’t understand my job at all, do you?” Kirishima laughed, kissing his lips this time.

“I could if I wanted to.” He retorted quickly, deciding to swoop in on the others neck, suddenly forgetting his need to leave. “I’m a fucking genius. I aced chemistry and physics in school.”

“Why would you need to take those subjects if you wanted to become a chef?” Kirishima asked, eyebrows pulling together as he made a little noise of pleasure at the kissing. It made him look fucking adorable.

“Because I could.” He shrugged, teeth grazing the sensitive spot in between sentences. “And to piss off everyone who wanted the awards for them.” Kirishima laughed at that as Bakugo’s hands moved to unbutton a couple of the top buttons so he could have access to his collarbones.

“Let me guess, you topped all your classes?” His attempts at staying cool, calm and collected were being really pushed.

“Damn. Fucking. Straight.” And he’d pissed off a lot of people doing it. It was great. There was another throaty groan from his ministrations as he left a nice little bruise where his mouth had just been. With a grin, he stepped back to inspect his handiwork. It was spectacular.

“Well, I spent my senior year in a hospital so I didn’t get that healthy dose of competition, but I got good grades because there was literally nothing else to do.” Kirishima chirped along and it was always very humbling to hear anything about his illness. He couldn’t imagine him being fragile and unhappy. It made him upset to even think about. “It was partly why I got through my degree too. I graduated the year I got the all clear. It was a good year.” Bakugo looked at him, deep in thought before reaching out to cup his cheek, rubbing a thumb underneath his eye.

“You’re gonna be late.” It seemed like he was avoiding the conversation, but he was pushing for time. “Go kick ass. Be better than all your colleagues.”

“I already am.” He winked, pulling him in for one last kiss. “See you tonight babe, thanks for the unnecessary hicky.”

“Not unnecessary.” He shrugged, grabbing his own coffee. “A reminder.”

“Of?” Bakugo shrugged at the question.

“How well I blew you this morning.” It was better than nothing.

“I have the visual right in here.” He grinned, pointing to his temple. “And I will be thinking about it all day.”

“Get lost before I drag you back the fuck to bed.” And with that, the redhead finally left, a giddy grin in place.

~~~

“So…” Uraraka started as soon as he walked in causing him to roll his eyes automatically. “How are you after … everything?”

“What the fuck are you on about?” He asked in full fledged confusion to which she sighed.

“So you’re just going to act like you’re okay?” She asked, walking over to him. “I’ve been worried about you for weeks and I don’t think it’s healthy for you to not talk about it. We’re friends, Katsuki. You can talk to me.”

“I mean this in the nicest way possible.” He didn’t really, but it was a figure of speech. “What the actual fuck are you on about?”

“Are you really just over it?” She asked, completely dumbfounded. “You were so upset about Red and now you’re just fine?” Oh, that. It seemed like so long ago.

“Why is that shit any of your fucking business?” He asked, throwing around some pans to get himself set up while the others on prep gave them a wide birth.

“Because I care about you!” She half yelled. “I’ve stuck by your side for a very long fucking time, you spiky asshole so tell me! What gives!”

“Fuck cheeks,” He blinked at her, before he retrained his vision glaring at one of the assistants who was butchering the carrots. “It was a fucking misunderstanding. We sorted it.”

“You sorted it?” Her hands were on her hips, stance indignant. “Meaning?”

“Again, how the fuck is this your business?” She insisted on glaring at him until he caved. It was a decent glare really, it kind of scared him if he was being honest. God help whoever the fuck ended up with her. Bossy bitch. It’s lucky he respected and liked her otherwise firing would totally be an option in that moment. “Fuck…We’re together, okay?”

There was a series of emotions that flouted over her face before she landed on one of excitement. He side eyed the guy with the carrots once more before decidedly pushing him out of the way to chop them with quick finesse and precision.

“That’s fantastic!” She shouted, running up to hug him to which he promptly dropped the knife and put a hand out on her forehead to stop that shit right in its tracks. “I never thought I’d see you with a boyfriend!”

“Who has a boyfriend?” Todoroki appeared out of nowhere, searching the clean linen for an apron.

“Katsuki has a boyfriend!” Uraraka chimed happily to which he rolled his eyes.

“How did you get a boyfriend in a matter of weeks when I have been trying for three years with no success?” Todoroki sighed heavily, shaking his head forlornly. “It’s incredibly frustrating because I don’t have a vulgar affliction to cursing and I don’t yell.”

“We didn’t fucking wait three years to admit it.” He shrugged. “Just kiss the fucker.”

“I hate to say he’s right.” Uraraka advised wholesomely agreeing with him for once. “Izuku is too much of a pussy to do it. He’s scared that you just see him as a friend and won’t act on it. He overthinks way too much.”

“So you all know about this then?” Todoroki asked expectantly, already knowing the answer.

“It’s a small staff.” Uraraka pointed out when Bakugo rolled his eyes at the ridiculousness. “We know everything about everyone.”

“Highly doubtful.” Todoroki stated with a thoughtful look. “Although, in saying that, I do get recounts of Hitoshi’s conquests most nights. I also know Kyoka is in a band, so that’s something.”

“And everyone now knows that Katsuki has a boyfriend!” Uraraka exclaimed loudly to which an apprentice clapped until Bakugo threw him a menacing glare. “But also, Shinso has conquests? Do tell?”

“I don’t think I really need to recant those stories.” Todoroki advised with a small shake of his head. “Dinner service is going to start in a half hour and I need to make sure things are prepared accordingly. If you’ll excuse me.” He bowed out quickly after that.

The night was busy. He was run off his feet and everyone was being super demanding. He assumed it was probably due to the engagement party in the corner, but they all wanted special dietary shit and they were all so fucking particular. BUT, they were all taking photos for their socials which was good for business so he didn’t work to piss anyone off. They all finished late too because nobody wanted to fucking leave. By the end of it, he was fucking wrecked. He wound up sitting in his office, half asleep on the couch with his feet aching.

He was jolted awake close to one am with his phone ringing.

“Shit, sorry.” He mumbled an answer with his eyes still closed. “Feet hurt. Tired.”

“Are you still at work?” Kirishima asked, sounding way too awake. “I’ve been outside your place for like forty minutes.”

“’m coming now.” He yawned, trying to force himself up. Usually, he would have just slept there back in the day. “Just give me a minute. You know where the spare key is. Let yourself in.” He didn’t budge as Kirishima’s chuckle echoed down the phone.

“I’ll come get you.” He promised. “Is there a door open?”

“Side door. Code’s 0420.” He couldn't even find it in himself to protest.

~

“Hey babe.” Kirishima pushed his hair back gently. He didn’t know when he fell back to sleep but he must have because it startled him a little. “Home time yeah?”

“Feet hurt.” He whined unhappily causing Kirishima to haul him up.

“Hold onto my neck then you baby.” He laughed, allowing him to take hold of him. He would have felt stupid about being piggy backed out of his place of work but he was tired so he merely pulled his keys out of his pocket and dangled them in front of his boyfriend.

“Lock the door.”

“So bossy, even in sleep.” But still he did what he was told, double checking the doors and turning off the lights behind him. He made sure the doors were coded shut and the alarm was in place all the while Bakugo was muttering instructions in his ear and cocking his eye open as he did so because the restaurant was still his baby.

Curling up on the front seat, he lulled back into sleep only to be rudely awoken by Kirishima opening his door. With a sigh and a groan, he stepped out only to feel the protest of joints. Still, he wasn’t a little bitch so he trudged unhappily to the door all the while wishing the other had offered to carry him.

Methodically, he showered and dressed slowly while Kirishima fed the cat who was meowing in protest at the door. Crashing down onto the bed, he groaned loudly.

“Your feet?”

“Everything.” Another unhappy groan. “Was so fucking busy tonight.” Kirishima flicked off the light, coming to sit on the bed as he grabbed a foot and started to massage it gently. “Oh my fucking god, what did I do to deserve you?”

“Oh so I get compliments when your exhausted?” He seemed excited to find this fact out. His fingers worked their way up his ankle and to his calf. Bakugo laughed. “You are so sexy.”

“Hm, I bet you didn’t know serious meant fucking rubbing my feet and carrying me around.” He chuckled, almost a little delirious. “The honeymoon phase is fucking over. I’ve ruined it by being tired.”

“I don’t think so!” He quickly leaned over to kiss him before moving to the other foot. “I think you being tired is adorable. I like that you work so hard. I admire your passion so I am happy I get to know you and be a part of your life like this. You make me so happy. It’s a happiness I never thought I’d have.” Bakugo cocked an eye open to make out his form in the dark.

“Come here.” He grunted out, reaching for him. Kirishima moved to lie next to him before Bakugo pulled his head to his chest with an arm wrapped around his shoulders. “’m awake so tell me ‘bout your night.” Kirishima did not hesitate to snuggle into him.

“I told my friends about you.” He sounded happy about that admission. “They were all really excited and naturally the want to meet you, but I can hold them off for a while if you want. Denki laughed a lot when I explained who you were and why I was acting so weird that night, but they’re happy for me I think.”

“Good.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to his hair. He must have fallen asleep somewhere after that because he remembered the other talking to him but there was no recollection of actual words nor engagement.

He awoke not two hours later, brain a little foggy and body exhausted, but he was hard as fucking rock. There was an attempt to just ignore it and hope it would go away on it’s one, but apparently his body had other ideas, particularly as his boyfriend was so damn close. Although he’d rolled over and was breathing away steadily asleep, Bakugo decided that since they were in a new relationship it was more than appropriate to wake him for late night escapades. It was all about the fun or whatever and if he didn’t take care of it now, he’d just wake up frustrated and tired in the morning.

“Oi, shitty hair, wake up.” He nudged him in the ribs, causing Kirishima to groan and furrow his eyebrows. When he didn’t respond further, he attempted again with a frustrated sigh. “Ei, wake the fuck up!” This time he started awake, sitting up quickly and looking around.

“Watzwrong?” The words slurred together in startled confusion.

“Nothing, lie the fuck back down.” He reassured, causing the redhead to blink a couple times before complying.

“What time is it?” He asked with a yawn. “Why’re you awake?”

“Three.” He answered, moving closer to him and pulling him into a kiss. He grabbed the others wrist and guided it down to the desperately hard bulge in his pants.

“Ah,” He grinned into the kiss, suddenly more awake as his hand squeezed around his length. The moan that left his mouth should have been embarrassing, but it just felt so good. They had barely even started anything. He was still in his fucking pants for gods’ sake. “The only reason to be woken up really.”

“Shut up.” He ordered, a little heady from the kissing and the palming. “Do more.” The other complied quickly, pushing him onto his back before capturing his mouth again, making sure they were pelvis to pelvis just to tease the shit out of him. The friction felt good but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. It was enough to have him begging.

“What do you want?” The redhead teased, nipping his lips and pressing into him, his own arousal evident. His mouth moved to his neck, sucking hard enough he knew there’d be evidence the next day. He didn’t care. He almost lost his shit when he did the same to his collarbone. Payback for earlier. “Tell me what you want.” With the fresh hickies in his mind, he knew exactly what he wanted.

“Your mouth.” He tried to sound authoritative but it came out breathless. His boyfriend nodded, moving down his body and pepping kisses to every inch of his torso he chose to expose. It was driving him out of his fucking mind. By the time he’d made it to the boxers, he didn’t know how long he could even last he was so ready. The evidence was glistening on the tip. The other made to pull them down, allowing him to spring free. A kiss was placed on the inner of his thigh. And then on his lower stomach, all the while avoiding where he actually wanted to be caressed with his mouth. “Fuck… please. I can’t… just please.”

That was all the begging he needed to finally be tasted by that tongue. It was everything he could ever fucking want from life. The redhead was methodical in his actions, swallowing him down with everything he had, using varying degrees of suction as he worked him with his mouth and hand. It felt incredible and in the light of his bedside clock, it looked erotic as fuck. He was just about to cry out in overstimulation when the coiling in his abdomen started, a familiar sensation taking over as he felt his release capture him with such force it kind of shocked him. Exhausted and now completely spent, he passed out with a tingling warmth of satisfaction spreading throughout his body with the promise of making it up to his boyfriend in the morning.

~

It was late morning by the time he stirred again, absently reaching beside him only to find the bed otherwise empty. With a loud groan, he stretched out feeling only a little disgusting. He needed a shower, preferably with his damn boyfriend. With a pout, he threw on some pants and wrapped the blanket around himself only to find the house empty so he went in search of his phone to see what the fuck was going on because how dare Kirishima just up and leave him like that?

EK: Hey babe, needed to go help with the café for a couple hours. You were out to it this morning. Be back soon x.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” Kirishima asked later when he’d returned with both coffee and some breakfast for him. It was a nice gesture and he kind of didn’t know how to thank him other than take him to bed. He needed to work on that sort of thing, clearly. With a shrug, he adverted his eyes with a tinge of a blush.

“It was nice … or whatever.” He answered, staring at the ground. He kind of wanted to curl up next to him and never fucking leave. “The food and stuff.”

“You bring me home food all the time?” Kirishima laughed, those broad shoulders shaking with the movement. With a shuffle, he placed the food and coffee down before going to stand in front of the redhead, swallowing hard. Kirishima didn’t hesitate to pull his chin up so their lips met gingerly. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” He shot out, quickly stepping back only for his hand to be caught and him dragged back in.

“Do you want a cuddle?” He grinned with a perfectly smug look on his face. “I know you claim to hate them, but I know it’s a lie.”

“I do fucking hate them.” He pouted, unconvincingly of course. Except he didn’t, they were warm and secure and perfect and he was thankful that Kirishima held open his arms for him to make the choice because he would indulge every fucking time.

“You don’t have to pretend with me.” Kirishima whispered into his ear, arms wrapped around him tightly. “We’re allowed this just as much any other physical touch. Comfort and affection aren’t bad things to want.” He sighed into the embrace, head resting comfortably in the crook of Kirishima’s neck. He had no issues kissing him, he had no issues instigating sex, so why the fuck was cuddling so damn hard if it wasn’t linked to the two?

Because it was a completely vulnerable gesture that showed each other that you found comfort in one another. It was giving way to the feeling that maybe you did need another person. It told someone else that you needed something from them and he’d never allowed himself to need before. It was like he worried that all his feelings would be felt from a single fucking hug and he knew the redhead wasn’t in the same place. He worried that Kirishima was just a tactile guy and that hugging didn’t mean as much for him. He worried that it meant too much for himself. Kirishima didn’t say anything more, he just held him close with his breathing steady as they rocked gently into the damn hug.

~

“Denki wants to have another go at the bartender.” Kirishima told him a couple nights later with a little sigh. “Do you care if we have dinner at the restaurant? The other two want to try your food too, but if you don’t want me there, I understand.”

“Why the fuck would that matter?” He asked, clipping up his coat and looking at the sleek black uniform with pride. “You caused me a damn headache for months before I started dating you.”

“Well, it is your place of work and I want to be supportive and respectful.” Kirishima stated, looking up at him from his cross-legged position on the bed. “And you haven’t met them yet and I don’t want to be a distraction.”

“Nothing distracts me.” It was a lie, because the redhead definitely distracted him in more ways than one. “Just don’t be fucking loud and remember the dress code.”

“Are you sure?” Kirishima asked hesitantly.

“Just don’t expect me to come out and meet everyone while I’m working.” He warned. It was already going to be a busy night and they were all but booked out meaning that one of Kirishima’s friends must have made the booking about a week ago to even get the table. “It’s booked out.”

“Oh I wouldn’t ever expect that.” Kirishima agreed. “We agreed you’d meet them this weekend and that’s what we’ll stick to.”

“I’ll make your meals.” He offered quickly, causing Kirishima to grin. “Just to blow their fucking minds.”

“Have I told you that you’re the best enough today?”

“Nowhere near fucking enough.” He smirked before flicking him in the forehead. “Have fun or whatever.”

“That blonde guy is back and it’s driving me mad that I can’t place him.” Shinso mused at the bar in thought, staring over at Kirishima’s friend.

“You fucked him.” Bakugo stated with a roll of his eyes.

“No, I would have remembered fucking him.” Shinso frowned further. “He’s too dynamic. Too cute.”

“Trust me, you fucked him.” Bakugo answered, slapping the tables drink orders down on the bar. “He’s here because you fucked him and forgot who he was.”

“When was this?” His whole face was just muddled confusion.

“Fucked if I know.” He gritted out, tapping at the docket. “Maybe if you fucking didn’t screw everything that moved you’d be able to remember. Their drinks come first.”

“I have emotional damage, let me be.” Shinso told him, snatching up the docket. “Besides, you’re dating the guy that wears those god-awful clothes. What’s your damage?”

“I’ve seen him out of those and it makes up for it.” He shrugged, looking over to Kirishima who was glancing up with a grin every so often. He tried not to look at the monstrosity he was wearing. “Hurry it up, we’re fucking busy.”

The rest of the night was busy. It was run-off-your-feet kind of busy but he kind of liked those nights because it meant that it was a challenge and it always paid to be reminded how good you are, particularly when nobody sends their dishes back. He was just cleaning his station when the doors to the kitchen opened.

“Bakugo.” Todoroki stated, walking into the kitchen. “Someone would like to compliment the chef.”

“Yeah, whatever.” He gestured for him to bring the idiot in, just knowing it was his boyfriend. Midoriya and Uraraka exchanged glances, deciding to say nothing when in walked Red. The outfit up close was worse than he'd first anticipated. He was in an ugly blue and green plaid blazer jacket over a button up long-sleeved shirt that had ‘the great wave’ printed over it. They were two very different looks and he’d coupled it with white dress pants and black loafers.

“You are a fucking mess.” He commented, shaking his head at the ensemble. “Blazer or shirt, not both.”

“Every time I come back here it’s nothing but insults.” Kirishima grinned, walking up to him. “At least you don’t have the knife this time.”

“Excuse me, you claimed to wanted to compliment me.” Bakugo pointed out, turning to face him. “I’m waiting.”

“Dinner was perfect.” He offered with a sweet as sin smile that he just wanted to kiss off his face. “The chef is pretty perfect too.”

“You’re right.” He agreed, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him in so their lips met briefly. “Now fuck off so I can finish here.”

“My friends loved it too. Thank you. See you in a bit.” Kirishima stepped back, only then looking around and spotting three fucking idiots looking at them. “Oh, hello.”

“Ignore them!” Bakugo called from the sink, going back to do whatever it was that he had been doing. “They’re pests.”

“Uh… okay?” He seemed to deliberate, seemingly wanting to introduce himself not to be rude but wondering if he should.

“Ignore him!” Uraraka called, suddenly skipping over to take his hand. “I’ve wanted to meet you for so long! You’re famous around here! All those tragic dates only to end up with that monster. Iconic.”

“He’s not a monster.” Kirishima defended in good faith. “He’s amazing.”

“Oh sweetie, it’s okay.” Uraraka smiled at him warmly. “Izuku and I went to school with him. We know how he is. It’s fine if that’s your thing.” Bakugo rolled his eyes, ready to throw them all out of the kitchen.

“I am a little surprised that Katsuki was the one to instigate the kiss.” Todoroki claimed, leaning against the bench and surveying the room and Midoriya shuffled around next to him uncomfortably. “I never pictured intimacy as a strong suit of yours.”

“Maybe you should fucking try it.” Bakugo bit back quickly, glaring at the man. “Instead of fucking around and pretending.”

“What is he talking about?” Midoriya asked with a frown, glancing between them and jealousy clouding his eyes at the thought of the man wanting someone. “Pretending what?” Todoroki looked at him, long and hard as if he were trying to decipher something.

“You know what?” Bakugo asked, suddenly throwing down his cloth and turning to face them. “You’re both fucking stupid.” He growled out deciding better than to interfere with their shit. They needed to get there on their own. They looked at each other for a second before Bakugo rolled his eyes and Kirishima took it as his opportunity to sneak out with a small shake of his head.

“Fucking idiots.” Bakugo stated, walking through his front door only to be greeted by Kirishima, freshly showered and lying on the ground with the cat. “They can’t even admit they like each other, they’re stupid.”

“Maybe they’re just shy.” Kirishima offered, scratching Dee’s tummy to which she rolled over and started purring.

“It’s not that hard.” He rolled his eyes, kicking off his shoes. “You like someone, you take them on a date and you nail them on the floor by the fire like a normal fucking person.”

“Uh, I nailed you on the floor.” Kirishima pointed out, propping himself up on an elbow. “I’m the nailer, remember?”

“Yeah after you fucking got so nervous you sliced my lip open beforehand.” He countered, standing there with his hands on his hips. “‘I haven’t kissed many guys’.” It was mocking him, sure, but they were in a good place.

“You still get freaked out hugging me!” The redhead exclaimed loudly, causing Dee to sit up quickly and glare at him. Kirishima laughed and stroked her head gently before holding out a hand to be helped up.

“The point is,” Bakugo continued, moving to sit on top of his boyfriend instead of hauling him up. Kirishima rolled to his back to accommodate him with a perfect little smile. “We’re not fucking idiots.”

“Well, not about the liking each other stuff.” Kirishima pointed out, dragging him down by the shirt to kiss. “But we were pretty stupid for a couple weeks there.”

“Hm, but we fucking talked about it didn’t we?” He allowed the redhead to kiss him again gently, several times. “I’m going to go shower, turn the lights out and be naked and in bed when I get out.”

“Yes sir.” There was another kiss before he stood up and went about his business.

~

“Slow.” He murmured into the kiss, caressing the other as he moved his hips.

“Hm.” The redhead hummed, linking their hands. They had finally gotten around to safely forgoing the condoms and he wanted to savor every damn moment of how good it felt. “You’re perfect.”

“Just, take care of me.” He whispered against his lips, feeling a swell of emotion at the intimacy.

“Always.” A hand moved to his hair as another gentle kiss was pressed to his mouth. He found himself wondering at what point they had stopped fucking and started with the love making, but he was kind of here for it. He liked slow. He liked gentle, as much as he had previously declared he didn’t. He liked tender kisses and soft touches that were reserved for the redhead and him alone.

As he came undone, the other was right there with him, succumbing to the little touches and intimate movements and feeling everything they needed to feel in one blissful, romantic experience.

~

“Hey!” Kirishima called from Bakugo’s favorite table at the café. He was sitting there with the pink haired girl that he presumed was Mina, causing him to stop and blink for a second. He wasn’t expecting to be blindsided, particularly since he was on the phone dealing with a bullshit distributor with an attitude. Holding up a finger, he pointed to the phone, stalking over to the table as the guy on the other end of the phone crapped on about his ridiculous time frames that had never been a thing before now.

"I am your biggest fucking buyer, get it to me by three today or I’ll go to your competitor. You already fucked me out of Thursday’s order and now I’m going to have to come in on my fucking weekend off.” He demanded angrily, sliding in beside Kirishima who held up a coffee cup in question. With a nod, the redhead went to organise his beverage as the pink haired girl tilted her head and stared in interest. “I don’t really give a shit if you’ve taken over. Don’t fuck over your buyers and you won’t lose business so fuck you and fuck your bullshit. Good fucking luck running a business you absolute moron, go suck a dick.” Smashing the end button, he threw the phone down and slammed a palm in between his eyes with frustration.

“So do you do all your business calls like thar or…?” Mina asked casually, playful sarcasm lacing her voice.

“Uh, fuck.” He groaned, leaning back on the chair and sighing heavily and looking up to the roof. “Goddamn it!” He needed liquor. It was so fucking stressful.

“Look, I don’t know you very well…” Mina stated quickly. “But I’ve now heard you say the word ‘fuck’ more times than I think I’ve collectively heard in my lifetime and that kind of makes me like you, so spill it. What’s up?”

“Ugh, my stupid asshole distributors decided to change my fucking order times for my produce and it's in the middle of my dinner service. Last week they just didn’t show up and now I’m out of shit I need!” He growled out, frustrated. “So now I have to contact the other guys to see if they can do any fucking better!”

“Oh babycakes.” She smiled way too broadly. “They will.”

“What makes you think that?” He growled out just as Kirishima slid back in beside him.

“Say what?” He asked, looking between them.

“Ei, your man is having some issues with his produce distributor and is looking at changing quickly.” Mina explained and Kirishima’s eyes lit up.

“Oh, yeah easy.” He agreed as Mina pulled out her phone to rapidly text out a message. “Hanta runs one of the produce businesses. He supplies the café.”

“Is that the third of the idiot trio of friends?” He asked, trying to picture the guy in his head from dinner the other night. He was coming up with a blank.

“Sure is!” Mina exclaimed. “He’s coming here to discuss!”

“Shit.” He breathed, relaxing slightly and praying for his coffee to come. “Okay. Good.” Kirishima grinned and kissed his cheek hello.

“Missed you last night.” He cooed in a grossly happy tone. “I’m sorry I fell asleep before I could come over.”

“Stupid.” He rolled his eyes. “You know where the fucking spare is. Come over when you want. Even when I’m not there. I don’t care.”

“Are you giving me permission to highjack your house?” Kirishima asked crazy delighted. “Wow, serious boyfriend stuff. What if I went into the kitchen?”

“Like you would fucking dare.” He growled, tapping the table impatiently for the damn coffee.

“Hmm.” Mina squinted at him. “So Mr. Serious Boyfriend, what’s your intentions with our sunshine friend?” Bakugo blinked at her, looked at Kirishima and frowned.

“What the fuck is she on about?” He asked, finally taking a breath of relief when a coffee was placed in front of him. Kirishima shrugged and Mina looked at him expectantly. “What the fuck are you on about?”

“Well, what’s your deal?” She pressed as he sipped his beverage. “You come in out of nowhere, watch him fail at dating and then you swoop in and make him want you.”

“What sort of question is that, you weirdo?” He sighed into the coffee. “How I ended up with him isn’t you’re damn business.”

“Oh my god, you two totally banged on the first date, didn’t you?” She clapped delightedly.

“Well yeah.” Kirishima answered. “I got snowed into his house for a week. We had a lot of fun.”

“So you took advantage of the situation.” Mina pressed, sipping on her juice. Bakugo blinked.

“Don’t make me fucking hate you.” He warned, pointing at her. “He’s my damn boyfriend. I intend on dating him. End of story.”

“So you have feelings for him?” She pressed and Kirishima rolled his eyes.

“Obviously.” He sighed, slumping down in his chair and deciding to change the subject because fuck explaining feelings. He didn’t really want to sit there a blurt out the ‘I love you’s’ when it was so early on in the damn relationship. It was too soon and it would creep the other out… potentially. Probably not, but still. “Fuck I’m tired. Can we do this stupid protective talk crap later?”

“Sure babe.” Kirishima smiled, kissing him gently before turning back to Mina and giving her a look. She merely shrugged and smiled like an innocent fucking wasp.

“Hello everyone!” A tall, lanky guy with black hair suddenly appeared with a milkshake in hand and a goofy grin. Bakugo vaguely remembered him from the dinner. “Denki is going to be sad he missed this. I shot not telling him.”

“Where is he today?” Mina queried looking over to Kirishima.

“Work I think.” The redhead shrugged. “He’s picking up a heap of extra shifts lately.”

“What does he even do?” Bakugo asked, only slightly curious but trying to give off the impression he didn’t give a shit.

“Oh, he’s a nurse.” Mina chimed and he was a little impressed by the answer. Who would have thought?

“So you’re having issues with ‘the fruity guys’ hey?” Sero sat down across from him and engaged straight into the conversation. “I heard they’re going down hill after one of the original fruity guys died. The other fruity guy slumped into depression and now their son runs it.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Kirishima held up his hands. “It’s called ‘the fruity guys’ because they’re gay, right?”

“No, it’s called that because they sell fruit and produce.” Sero countered quickly, deciding to play ignorant on purpose.

“But…?”

“Not everyone has to be gay because you are.” Sero told him with a look which just confused the guy. The sarcasm was missed by the poor redhead.

“But you said their son runs it!” He countered in frustration. “And they’re both guys, which makes their name hilarious.”

“One died, Eijiro.” Sero shook his head before finally giving in and smiling at his own stirring. “And I don’t think the son is gay, so I guess now it’s just ‘the fruit guy’. Kirishima tried not to laugh but failed miserably.

“Can we get back to the fucking point?” Bakugo snapped, looking between them. Kirishima glanced to him sheepishly before launching into his next ridiculous question instead.

“Did you hire them because they were gay?”

“Yes, I’m a real-life fucking walking pride parade, I base all my hires on a queer scale. They need at least a five out of ten to get my business or work for me.” He stated sarcastically, but clearly not sarcastically enough.

“Really?” He asked, surprised.

“No, they were good value and fucking cheaper than the others at the time.” He pointed out with a flick to his forehead. “As if I would judge that shit. People can live however the fuck they want.”

“Well, theoretically, if you had to rate yourself what score do you give yourself for queerness?” Sero asked, deep in contemplation. “I don’t think I can help you if you’re not at least a seven.”

“I sit and suck on cock, I think I’m up there.” There was no denying that.

“At least an eight.” Mina agreed. “Maybe a nine if you count the eyeliner.”

“Fucking hold on.” He would get that perfect score. Pulling his boyfriend to him, he all but shoved his tongue down his throat. Kirishima’s hands were straight on him, eyes fluttering shut in happy surprise as he leaned into the kiss.

“Yeah, okay. A ten then.” Sero held up his hands. “I’ll help, just stop that.” With a grin, he pushed the other away with a little dissatisfied noise.

“Good, what can you get me by three?” And just like that, he had transitioned into the group without so much of an introduction, but with how much Kirishima crapped on about them, he felt like he had known them for years.

~

“Coffee.” Was the first thing he groaned as the light poured into his bedroom and rudely awoke him a week later.

“Coffee.” Kirishima agreed sounding chipper, moving in to kiss him. Bakugo blinked his eyes open and groaned again, his body not willing to move. His head was pounding and not in just a tired way. Eventually, he dragged himself up and showered, only to realise his joints were aching and his eyes were exhausted. Maybe the coffee would help.

He barely registered the outlandish oversized orange sweater that went down to his knees. He didn’t even think twice about moving in for a hug as he rested his head against the others broad chest and closed his eyes. At least the sweater was comfortable. After a while, he wordlessly climbed into the car as his boyfriend drove to his mother’s café. Mina greeted the readily behind the counter, overenthusiastic and bustling as normal.

“I want coffee.” He blinked at the mess of pink before him, chatting way too fast for his poor brain to comprehend. He looked at Kirishima in desperate rage. “Coffee.”

“Mina,” Kirishima interrupted quickly. “I need to caffeinate him before he murders us all.”

“Oh, sure, what are we having?” She smiled happily, looking between them.

“Coffee.” He stated again, irritably. He really wasn’t used to staying up so late anymore.

“Okay babe, go sit down.” Kirishima patted his shoulder gently. “I’ll order.” Spinning around he couldn’t help the glare that spread across his face as he noted people in his favorite booth. Why couldn’t he fucking win today.

“They’re in my fucking seat.” He grumbled, squinting at the pair who looked way too damn cozy. Fuck them. Kirishima finished ordering and almost ran into him. “Move them.”

“I can’t move them.” Kirishima told him frankly, holding onto his shoulders to steer him away. “They were here first.” Bakugo tried to explode their heads in his mind with minimal success.

“I hate them.” He hissed as he walked past, being navigated to another booth by the window. “Fucking steal my heater.”

“Boy, you are in a mood today.” The other stated, pulling off his scarf and sitting down. “Even after last night. Aren’t you meant to be in a good mood after sex?”

“Everyone is incompetent and annoying.” He grunted, all but throwing himself into the seat. It was quite dramatic.

“Thank you.” Kirishima muttered, hand on his chin.

“Not you.” He threw out irritably. “But it shouldn’t take years to take my fucking order.”

“Mina is one of my friends, remember?” Kirishima pointed out and Bakugo merely squinted at him, trying hard not to roll his eyes.

“Can she be one of your friends and not talk so much?” He knew he was being rude, but he was tired and he had a headache. Maybe he’d forced himself up too early.

“You’re being so rude.” Kirishima told him bluntly, not putting up with his shit. “Just because we’re dating doesn’t mean I won’t kick your ass.” Bakugo looked up at him with a scowl, crossing his arms in defiance.

“Don’t talk to me.” He pouted, finally looking away. He knew he was being a brat. He knew it, but he couldn’t help it.

“Oh my god, really?” Kirishima seemed unimpressed by his actions. “Babe, this is ridiculous.”

“Why?” He snapped out. “You signed up for me and now you don’t like it, it’s not my fucking fault.”

“Katsuki, I signed up for a relationship with you and I still want that with every part of my being.” He clarified quickly and easily. “So if you want to tell me what’s actually wrong, I’m here for it but you don’t get to treat me like shit in the meantime.”

“Head hurts.” He admitted after a long pause of deliberation. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Kirishima accepted easily. “Do you want to go? I’ll get the coffee’s for take away.” He nodded quickly; eyes diverted away. With an easy movement, Kirishima stood before gently pulling his chin up so their eyes met, allowing for a sweet kiss. It made him blush from head to fucking toe. “I’ll be back in a moment.” His gay disaster brain was combusting.

“No, no, no, no fucking no.” He whined, throwing himself dramatically onto the floor as a series of sneezes left his body. “Fuck my fucking life!”

“What’s wrong?” Kirishima asked, walking into the room in concern.

“I’m sneezing!” He yelled, eyes brimming with frustrated tears. “My throat hurts and my body is sore and I have a fucking headache!”

“Oh, you have a cold.” Kirishima stated, squatting down beside him. “That’s okay, rest and water for you.”

“I can’t afford to be fucking sick!” He cried out unhappily. “I have a restaurant to run! I’m meant to be working in a few hours.”

“Well, you can’t so call in… Midoriya was it?” Kirishima asked, rubbing his back. “You covered him the other week.” He looked at him with a pure pout, tears brimming his eyes as he lay on the ground.

“I don’t want to.” He would rather die than cave in and call that nerd. He’d never done it bar the time he’d hit a patch of slippery ice snowboarding and he broke a leg and a wrist in one go, but he’d been on a lot of pain meds at the time. The only other time he’d handed over the reins wasn’t exactly his choice since it was forced onto him at his damn intervention.

“Katsuki, you’re acting like a child.” Kirishima scolded suddenly. “Call in sick and let them handle it.”

“I’m the boss.” He coughed out weakly.

“Yeah and nobody wants you spreading germs on their food.” Kirishima brushed his hair back gently. “Haven’t you ever had a cold before?”

“No.” He ground out, rolling onto his back and blocking the eyes to the light. “Colds are for pussies. Being sick is weak.” Kirishima looked at him in disbelief before he comprehended what he said. “Shit, not like that. This type of sick.”

“Well you have to start getting ready in an hour and a half.” Kirishima pointed out frankly, deciding to actively ignore the comment. “You know what you have to do.”

“I don’t want to.” He mumbled, shivering slightly.

“Why not?”

“Because if I’m sick you’re gonna leave and I’m gonna be alone and bored and fucking sick.” Bakugo mumbled, feeling a stray tear escape his eye. “Don’t know how to be sick and you’re mad at me.”

“Where am I going?” Kirishima asked in surprise. “I’ll take a couple days off. They owe me hours. Also, I'm not mad.” He looked over to the redhead, bottom lip wobbling like an idiot. “Do you want a cuddle?” He nodded with a little sniff, moving to sit on his lap.

“I need to call it.” He finally gave in after several minutes of sitting there in his boyfriends’ arms. His eyes were heavy and his body felt exhausted.

“Yeah, you do.” He whispered with a little rock and a kiss to his temple.

With a groan, he blindly scooted away, feeling for his phone. When he finally located it he swallowed his pride and called the nerd.

“Kachaan!” Wow he sounded way too excited, it actually hurt his head. “What can I do you for?”

“You’re working tonight.” He attempted to come off intimidating but it just sounded pathetically congested.

“Oh boy, you sound sick.” No fucking shit. “Don’t worry, I have this. I owe you for the other week anyway. Feel free to take a couple of days, you’ll be missed of course, but you need your rest. Make sure you drink plenty of fluids and make sure you sleep a lot. Rest up, take something for your nose. Did you need me to get anything for you? Food? Decongestants?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Bakugo growled out, sneezing again. “Get that new apprentice to bring me food, You cook it. I don’t trust anybody else to cook for me.” If he looked at Kirishima when he said it, well it was because he ate instant noodles.

“Hey!” Kirishima protested unhappily. Midoriya was replying something gushy on the other end and he could help but groan in frustration.

“Shut it, I’m going to bed!” He half yelled. “Don’t fuck up.” He didn’t wait for a reply before he hung up.

“See, not so bad.” Kirishima grinned, helping him to his feet. “The sky is still intact.”

“You better cuddle the fuck out of me.” He mumbled, allowing the redhead to tug him by the hand to the bed.

“It’s the best way to get better.” He agreed with a grin. Fuck he loved him.

Chapter Text

It wasn’t just a cold. He’d ended up with the flu and then a healthy dose of pneumonia a couple days later. Like promised, Kirishima stayed with him for as long as he could before having to go back to work, not that he really noticed considering how fucking tired he was. Kirishima mainly fed him soup and made him tea and then all but forced water and meds into him afterwards.

It had knocked him around to the point that, when Kirishima came back after work one day and he hadn’t budged, he became concerned.

“Babe, you’re pretty sick… have you eaten anything today?” He pressed, feeling his forehead. There was a non-verbal shrug at the question, not really remembering much past his boyfriend leaving that morning. “Come on, I’ll heat something up for you.” Kirishima was no chef; he wasn’t even really good at heating things up. He used a microwave and zapped everything until it was bland, tasteless and scorching hot. Still, Bakugo made a point to never complain too much because it was a nice gesture.

“No. Sick of soup.” He sniffed, voice a little hoarse. “Just order something.”

“Uh…” Kirishima looked down at him in concerned, clearly worried about the permission to order in since he’d never once allowed it. “Okay, what do you want?”

“Don’t care.” He fluttered his eyes shut again, relaxing into the comforting touch of his boyfriend.

“No, you choose something because I don’t trust you to not get all pissy about shit food if I order wrong.” Kirishima told him straight out. He knew him well. “I’m dating a world class chef. I know it has to be decent.”

“Call Deku then and get him to make me a damn curry.” He ordered a little half assed. It wasn’t on the menu, but it took five seconds to make. Besides, he knew how spicy he liked it. Bakugo pointed to his phone so he could get the number. He’d do it himself, but he didn’t want to admit how damn awful he sounded. Kirishima dutifully called through the order on Bakugo’s phone to which he spent a total of twelve minutes talking to the green haired idiot while he started happily on the curry. During that time, Bakugo drifted back off to sleep only awoken when Kirishima seemingly returned with four large containers of curry and rice.

Kirishima transferred the food into bowls before grabbing his laptop and moving into the bedroom.

“Movie?” He asked, settling in beside him with a happy little smile at the thought of food. Bakugo merely nodded, biting into his first bite of bliss. Fuck yeah. “Any preferences?” He shook his head, not even having the energy to fight the stupid romcom the redhead put on. When the food was done, Kirishima discarded the bowls and pulled him in. He came pliantly, snuggling into his chest as he let exhaustion take over.

~

The next couple days had him faring worse than the previous. So much so that Kirishima had obviously confided in Bakugo’s mother for advice, to which she seized the opportunity to burst through his door one afternoon while he was sleeping. He awoke with a startle to a cool, bony hand on his forehead. He should have fucking never told her about the spare key.

“You’re feverish.” His mother scolded, still feeling his forehead. Why did people always feel the fucking forehead? “And you’re breathing looks shit. Get your ass up, you’re going to the doctors.”

“I’m fucking fine.” He half wheezed out, attempting to roll over. “Go home.” She ignored his requests.

“Don’t make me drag your ass there.” She responded, tugging the blankets down, causing his body to shudder at the change in temperature. All in all, he was just happy he wasn't naked, although he'd been too exhausted to fool around so he was counting that as a small mercy.

“No.” He snatched them back up stubbornly, covering his face in the process.

“Katsuki, you need to see a professional.” Her voice was bored and unsympathetic. “You’re a chef, not a medical professional. Grow up or you’re going to die.”

“No. Ei’s coming over after work and I gotta do dinner.” He replied, angrily staring at the blanket cover. He forwent the fact that he’d not cooked for nearly over a week now.

“You’re being fucking stupid.” Her insults and scare tactics meant little these days. “You’re sick, you twit.”

“He did go to the doctor after I forced him to a few days ago.” Suddenly his redhaired, amazing idiot was there. Bakugo forgot what he was about to reply with as the redhead continued. “They said he’d need to go to hospital if it got any worse which he’s been refusing. And no, you don’t have to make me anything, you haven’t even been up for like, ten days.”

“Traitor!” Bakugo hissed, coughing weakly as his lungs protested the idea of breathing.

“Ah, so he’s the one with common sense in this relationship?” His mother asked, pulling the blankets back again. “You’re being stubborn and stupid for no good reason. You’re thirty fucking years old. Grow up.”

“Just leave me alone…” He groaned, rolling over to face the wall and puffing as he did so. So what if he’d sweated through the sheets? So what if he couldn’t remember like three of his days? So what if he couldn’t breathe? It would get better eventually. He heard some rummaging through his closet so he cocked an eye open to find Kirishima pulling out an outfit before throwing them on the bed. It was hard to mess up black on black so he couldn’t even protest the clothes. “What’re you doing?”

“Get up.” He ordered, walking over to opposite side to where he was now facing. It was clear he'd had enough. Kirishima was no longer fucking around.

“No.” He attempted a glare but it was half assed at best.

“uh-uh you don’t get to tell me no.” He held firm, pulling him into a sitting position with ease. “I was in hospital for years with something I couldn’t easily fix, so stop being selfish and let me take you before it gets worse and you damage something permanently.” They looked at each other intensely for a long moment before he caved. As if he could tell Kirishima no. He said the words, but he never really meant them where he was concerned.

“Fine.” He sighed out tiredly with a little cough. “But you only get to pull the bullshit childhood sickness card once.” His mother looked impressed by the whole interaction, but also a little confused but at least she thought better than to ask.

“I’ll pull it out whenever I need to guilt you into looking after yourself.” Kirishima answered without so much of a hint of remorse. “So do that and we won’t have a problem.”

“I like you.” His mother told Kirishima easily. “I hope you’ll be joining us for our brunches once this idiot get’s better.”

“I think that was the plan.” Kirishima smiled, tugging Bakugo’s shirt over his head. He then scrunched up his nose. “Woah, shower first, I think. You smell like sick and sweat.”

“I think that’s my cue to leave.” His mother held up her hands. “Make sure you send me an update brat, but you seem to be in capable hands.”

“Goodbye Mrs. B.” Kirishima called causing a laugh from his mother as she walked from the room.

“Bye Eijiro. Goodbye Katsuki.” He rolled his eyes and ignored her.

“Alright, shower.” Kirishima steeled himself. “Have you been up today at all?” He shook his head, praying the sudden dizziness would stop.

“Breathing gets bad if I move.” Even talking had him breathing hard.

“Okay, hold onto me then.” It took about eight thousand years to walk to the bathroom as he kept on having to stop to catch his breath. Even once he was in the shower, his whole body was protesting and his boyfriend had to help him, it was a little humiliating if he was being honest with himself. But eventually he was clean, dressed and in the car, half asleep and panting shallowly from all the work he’d just been through.

“Are you okay, babe?” Kirishima asked, climbing into the driver’s seat and feeling his forehead as if it would tell him anything.

“Tired.” He leaned into the hand for comfort. “Hate that you have to help me.”

“You make me help you all the time when you’re not sick.” Kirishima pointed out.

“Yeah but I should be able to do shit by myself. It’s fucking embarrassing when you can’t help it.” It came out tired and breathy. Kirishima shook his head, pressing a kiss to his forehead before lightly pressing one to his lips.

“It makes me feel close to you.” Kirishima told him. “That you trust me enough to do it.”

“Shut-up.” He groaned in embarassment, turning to face the window, eliciting a small chuckle from the man beside him.

~

Apparently, he needed a wee bit of oxygen. Once that was on, he felt a little better. Not much, but a little. He was also a little wheezy so they also forced shit to inhale onto him. After that, he felt way better.

“You have pneumonia.” The doctor told him reproachfully after he’d finished his inhaled meds. “You need antibiotics.”

“I had some.” He shot back aggressively, making out like he hadn’t worsened his position by staying at home and attempting to deal with it. “How long do I have to stay here?”

“Until your oxygen levels even out to where they should be unsupported.” She explained, ignoring the attitude. “And that includes when mobilizing.”

“See what you’ve done?” He asked Kirishima who was sitting dutifully by the hospital bed, offering up information every now and then.

“What I’ve done?” He asked, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “Why are you blaming this on me?” Bakugo didn't know really, other than the fact he'd forced him here.

“Irritability can be quite common when oxygen levels are too low.” The doctor tried to explain causing Kirishima to belt out a laugh.

“No, this is just how he is.” He explained causing Bakugo to shoot him a glare. “What, don’t act like it's not.”

“That’s it, I’m withholding sex.” He pouted, crossing his arms and staring at the wall.

“Now that just hurts the both of us.” Kirishima was right, like he could resist him. He was fucking sexy. He was about to comment back when the dinner service knocked on the door and he couldn’t help but scowl and turn his nose up at the god-awful smell.

“I’m not fucking eating that!” It was more insulting than Kirishima’s noodles or overheated soup. “What did you do? Fucking boil the vegetables to death? It smells fucking atrocious!” The attendant just stood there holding onto a tray, mouth open and eyes wide. “Go!” He barked out angrily and she quickly scurried away, never once looking back.

“Katsuki, that was rude.” Kirishima scolded shaking his head. “She didn’t cook the meal. God maybe you are more irritable.”

“I don’t care, I’m not eating it.” He was definite on that at least. Kirishima sighed and looked at the doctor.

“Am I allowed to bring him food?” Kirishima asked her, clearly sick of his shit already. Apparently, he didn’t do hospitals well. “He’s a chef so naturally he’s picky.”

“It’s not picky to want to eat good fucking food.” He mumbled, sinking into the bed and embracing his crabby mood. "And that's 'World Class Chef' to you." Kirishima rolled his eyes.

“Uh, you can bring him food.” The doctor agreed, clearly not wanting the outburst to continue and to find herself on the receiving end of his attitude. She was wondering how the fuck he managed to keep Kirishima around, he could see it on her face.

“Thank you.” The redhead beamed at her. “We appreciate it.”

“No problem, I’m going to go get the nurse to start your IV antibiotics.” Even he knew they worked faster, probably to get him out of here. She nodded at them in goodbye before hurriedly walking from the room.

“Right,” Kirishima started turning to him with his arms crossed. “You need to be more respectful to the people trying to help you.” He was about to interrupt when the redhead held up his hand. “I’m not done. I know you don’t want to be here, but god damn it Kats, there’s just no need for it. Suck it up please, get treated and don’t make them cry in the process. They’re doing their jobs!”

“I want to go home.” He sulked, looking at his boyfriend and hating the disapproving look there. “I hate hospitals. They smell weird and someone’s probably died in this fucking bed. Can’t we go?”

“No babe.” Kirishima sighed, shifting closer. “You need a little bit of support to get better. You know that."

“You’re mad at me.” For some reason, tears pricked in his eyes. It was stupid but he was sick and he wanted attention.

“A little.” He admitted, causing Bakugo to frown as a stray tear rolled down his cheek. “You’re pretty petulant when you’re sick but it's good to see some life back in you.”

“Maybe you should just leave me here to suffer then.” He was being dramatic; he knew it but at least it got Kirishima to laugh.

“Oh my god, are you crying?” He grinned, reaching for his hand. “So successful, so driven, so independent… and so sulky when you get sick.”

“If you’re not going to stroke my hair then I don’t want to hear it.” He bit out, looking away.

“You want me to stroke your hair why I reprimand you?” He asked with a hint of amusement.

“No, I get it. I was mean and rude or whatever.” He pouted like a child. “I’ll apologize. So you can just stroke it without the lecture.” He wasn't actually going to apologize but the redhead didn't need to know that.

“Did your mother or someone do this for you?” Kirishima asked, letting go of his hand and moving closer to stroke his hair. It was soft and gentle and loving and he was fucking here for it.

“Fuck no, I didn’t let anyone touch me.” He sighed into the touch. “Just like it when you do it.”

“Why?” The idiot love of his life asked with a small, knowing grin.

“Cause you’re mine.” Another sigh as his eyes fluttered shut. “N’ ‘m yours. T’s special.”

“Now I can’t be mad at you.” Kirishima told him softly as he moved to kiss him gently. “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Cause I’m fuckin’ precious.” He mumbled, close to sleep just like that.

~~

“Rise and shine!” An unfamiliar voice echoed through the room a couple days later, however for some reason the person seemed way too familiar. “We got vital signs to do and oxygen to titrate and antibiotics to administer!” With a groan, he cocked an eye open only to note Kirishima’s blonde haired idiot friend that he was yet to formally meet.

“Fucking Christ.” He muttered, pulling the blankets over his head.

“No, but I do like to think I look pretty all being.” Kaminari pulled the blankets down. “What’s the luck. I don’t normally work here but I took the overtime. It’s like I had a hunch or something.”

“Eijiro fucking told you.” He grunted with a glare.

“That too.” He agreed, pulling a machine close so he could do his thing. “But I didn’t ask for you because that would be weird and intrusive. And they assigned me to the ward for the day, just the sweet stroke of luck, my friend.”

“Yeah, wouldn’t want to cross any lines.” He muttered, closing his eyes again and just succumbing to the torture.

“Glad you understand.” Kaminari grinned adjusting the oxygen on the wall. “Looks like you’re almost able to come off the oxygen. I think by the end of the day you’ll be kicking goals. Ei will be happy. He always gets really weird when it comes to hospitals. I think it’s a trauma thing, he hates it.”

“Is it because you used to wake him up like this?” He grumbled unhappily as Kaminari started writing in the chart. Still the words made him cock an eye open again.

“No, but he is the reason I get to wake people up like this!” He chirped happily, moving to the antibiotics that was all prepped and ready to go. “I saw the difference a good team made when he was sick.”

“He was fine when he was here.” He told the blonde, wanting nothing more than a coffee and to get out of the lumpy as fuck bed and go home.

“Yeah because it’s been about you and you probably haven’t been paying attention.” Kaminari stated, pressing the start button. “You watch when he comes back, he’ll be all quiet and weird and he’ll look around a lot to avoid eye contact with everyone. And his shoulders will be weirdly stiff.”

“Gossip.” Bakugo accused just as his boyfriend walked through the door with coffee and, thankfully, food.

“Ma didn’t have the sauce you like but I put some spicy mayo on it even though it’s breakfast food and it’s kind of odd.” Kirishima informed him, placing the breakfast bagel in front of him. “And I also bought you coffee and an immune boosting juice. Ma says it works but I don’t know, I drank it most my life and it still just tastes like disappointment. Hey Denks.” He offered the greeting at the end of his long spiel to which Kaminari waved his hello’s and sat himself down in the chair to finish writing his paperwork.

“You forgot something.” Bakugo stated and Kirishima frowned at his words, mentally going through his list trying to work it out. Holding out his hand, Kirishima took it. “Hello.” A sheepish smile crossed the redheads face.

“Hey babe.” He leaned in to his him hello. “How was your night?”

“Shit.” He yawned, reaching for the coffee. “Thanks. I need the fucking coffee, hardly slept.”

“Terrible beds and constant beeping.” Kirishima sympathized, glancing around with a grimace and tense shoulders.

“Annoying fucking nurses that make themselves comfortable in you damn room.” He added, looking over to Kaminari who started sipping on the juice Kirishima had bought.

“Your mother is a talent.” The idiot stated, holding up the beverage. “You probably won’t like it, Mr. Chef so you might as well give it to me.”

“Well I don’t want it now!” He snapped, waiting for Kirishima to smile or laugh but he didn’t. It was weird.

“I have to go,” He stated instead, suddenly avoiding eye contact. “Work. I’ll be back tonight with dinner, okay?”

“Ei…” He sighed, reaching for him. “You don’t have to come back if you hate it here.” That got him to meet his eyes.

“Don’t be stupid,” He seemed agitated at the thought before forcing out a smile. “I’ll be back tonight. Kick pneumonia’s ass baby. Make me proud.” They kissed goodbye just before Kirishima excused himself from the room, waving goodbye to his friend before bowing out.

“Told ya. Weird.” Kaminari wiggled his eyebrows. “Also, I think if you’re really determined, you can be outta here by tonight. This is your last round of the meds.”

“I just got to get off this shit?” He asked pointing to the stupid tubing shoved up his nose.

“Now you’re getting it. Breathe easy, work those lungs.” Kaminari saluted him. “I’ll be back soon. Busy day, patients to see. Nice to meet you and stuff, also that bartender of yours… I need details.”

“You’re my least favourite!” He called as the guy sauntered out with a grin and juice in hand.

“I am nobodies least favourite.” Confident asshole. Bakugo rolled his eyes at the words but he kind of couldn’t help but agree. He was something else.

~

“Hey babe,” Kirishima answered the phone sounding a lot more chipper than he had that morning. “I’m just leaving now. I’ll be there soon.”

“They’re discharging me.” He yawned on the other end of the phone as the blonde idiot removed the IV in his arm. “I’ll meet you at home.”

“I can come pick you up!” He protested to which Bakugo rolled his eyes.

“Your commute is forty fucking minutes.” He pointed out. “I don’t want to wait around. I can get myself home.”

“Okay, I might as well go and pick up some clothes at home first.” He agreed without much convincing. “I’ll see you in an hour?”

“Yeah.” He paused. “Bring your hoodie.”

“Which one?” He asked, feigning confusion.

“As if you don’t fucking know.” Bakugo answered with a heavy, impatient breath. “Red one.”

“Oh you mean the one I left on your pillow for you for when you got home?” Kirishima asked with a hint of amusement. “Can’t wait to snuggle tonight. See you soon!”

“No strenuous exercise for a little while.” Kaminari stated in warning a little while later, handing him a couple inhalers and a letter.

“Sex?” It was a perfectly legitimate question. Now he was feeling better, it seemed important to know.

“Dude, gross.” He pulled a face but then shrugged. “Make him do all the work and you’ll be fine.”

“He remembers you, kind of.” Bakugo decided to throw the guy a bone. “Shinso. He recognizes you or whatever.”

“Ah, but he doesn’t remember the intimacy.” He tapped his temple in knowing. “Imagine you had the best sex of your life and then they don’t remember it! I’m an incredible lay and it’s offensive. Imagine if Ei didn’t remember banging you.”

“He would never forget it.” He was confident in that. “So I can’t imagine something so ridiculous.”

“Exactly!” Kaminari clapped his hands together. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a stalker. I don’t care if we never hook up again but I liked him and I just want the opportunity to talk to him again. If it turns out there’s nothing there then I’ll drop it.”

“Your idiot friend started delivering my produce, maybe fucking help him one day.” He didn’t need to say who helped receive the orders. It was a between the lines sort of thing.

“Oh, Blasty, we are going to be good friends.” He grinned. “I can tell. I’ll let you know how it goes.”

“I fucking beg that you won’t.” He growled, grabbing his bag.

~

After he arrived home, showered the hospital off of himself, dressed himself in Kirishima’s hoodie and walked into the kitchen, there was a knock on the door.

“Just come in, idiot.” He stated, throwing the door open and coming face to face with his boyfriend with a few bags in his hands. The more he stayed, the more he bought and the more he subsequently left there. Bakugo didn’t care. If he had it his way he’d have Kirishima be there all the time, but they hadn’t been dating all that long and it was a conversation to have when you were mutually in love with someone. He wasn’t sure Kirishima was there yet.

They often stayed at his because of the cat, who had all but hissed and swiped him for leaving her before eventually settling on every surface closest to him.

“What if it was locked?” He asked, kicking off his shoes.

“You know where the spare is.” Bakugo told him yet again. Kirishima shrugged at the comment, pulling him in for a kiss instead. “Making me fucking walk.” He grumbled, going for another one. “Use the spare fucking key. I don’t know why you won’t.”

“I do use it and don’t act like you weren’t just about to start cooking and tire yourself out.” He retorted, kicking the door closed behind him. “Midoirya came and filled your fridge with food yesterday for me to bring to you. He would have bought it to you himself but he said you’d yell.”

“Shut it.” He didn’t want to talk about Midoriya when he had better things to focus on. His hands went to his boyfriend’s hips as he pulled him close. “Hello.” Kirishima smiled, grabbing his arms and allowing for another kiss. He was sure his breath was probably rank and that he was still occasionally coughing up shit, but the other didn’t really seem to care. He wasn’t contagious anymore.

“Hey.” Kirishima answered gently. With a sigh, he rested his head down on Kirishima’s shoulder as he embraced him fully. “I missed sleeping next to you.”

“I’m not allowed to do strenuous exercise but we can fuck if you do the work.” He stated ruining the sweetness of the moment and nodding to the couch.

“Romantic.” Kirishima laughed walking him backwards. “But it’s been two and a half weeks, I’ll take what I can get.”

“Hands?” He offered as an alternative, moving to his pants and working to undo them.

“Hands.” He agreed, doing the same to him. It was totally worth it.

~

“Here.” Kirishima yawned, walking out from the shower with a spare hoodie. “I slept in it last night so it smells like me, you weirdo.” Slapping down his tongs, he all but ripped off the other hoodie and yanked it out of Kirishima's hands before he pulled it over his head in pure satisfaction. Kirishima smiled as they traded hoodies before wrapping his arms around him from the back, sighing in contentment as he rested his chin on his shoulder.

“Your idiot friend is pretty good at his job.” He told his boyfriend after a minute. “But don’t tell him because otherwise he will try and be friends with me.”

“He already says you’re besties.” Kirishima chuckled into his ear.

“I hate that.” His nose ruffled in disgust. “I only like you.”

“You don’t.” Kirishima told him with a soothing rub to his back. “You love your parents. You like your friends even if you say you don’t. You even like my friends if only a little.”

“Stop listing nonsense and just accept my damn affection you asshat.” He demanded, spinning around to face him. “I wouldn’t ever fucking admit that to any of them.” Even if he had said it to his parents on occasion.

“You make my heart do a weird fluttery thing sometimes.” Kirishima grinned, looking at him all sappily and he couldn’t help but blush at the admittance. “I missed you.”

“You’re such a sappy bastard.” Bakugo told him, poking him in the forehead. “Don’t ever fucking change.”

“Okay.” He grinned beautiful enough to stop his damn heart. He was everything. His forever. The love of his damn fucking life, he knew that. He just had to figure out a way to tell him.

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His first day back at work was hard on his whole body, but somehow he managed to sort through it easily enough. He was a fighter after all, and in the couple weeks he’d been sick, nothing had burned down. Small mercies. He didn't have any faith, but the idiots managed well enough.

By the end of the week though, he was exhausted and ready for sleep and he would have gotten it too if Kirishima hadn’t insisted on having brunch with Bakugo’s parents. So, Saturday morning, he begrudgingly forced himself out of bed with a scowl and glared daggers at the redhead who had already been up and to the gym. Peppy bastard.

“Ouch, that look impaled me.” Kirishima feigned a grimace as he followed him into the bathroom. “What can I do to put you in a better mood?” Bakugo raised his eyebrows suggestively to which his boyfriend brushed him off. “No, you’ll fall asleep if we screw around. You always do.”

“Go away then.” He growled, turning on the shower. “You’re no use to me all fucking chipper.”

“I can make you coffee?” He suggested to which he promptly waved off. He’d be getting some soon enough and it wasn’t really what he had a taste for. “Fine, shower sex it is. BUT no falling asleep. We have thirty minutes before we have to leave.”

"Get in." He made absolutely no promises, but the other seemed to take that as an agreeance.

“So, uh did you ever want to do it the other way?” He asked, watching Kirishima lather his hair up all sexily a few minutes later. The redhead had insisted to wash the gym smell off of himself before seducing him, clearly he didn't realize everything he did was gorgeous. “Like… I know what I like but do you like it that way too?”

“Ha, no.” He answered with a smile and way too fast. He quickly tried to explain when Bakugo cocked a questioning eyebrow at his quick response. “It doesn’t do it for me… like I’m open to it if the other person wants to do it that way, but honestly it doesn’t get me off as well. My first time was that way and I had to imagine doing it the other way to finish.”

“Kay, just making sure.” He shrugged, nonchalantly. “I like you entering me.”

“Turn around then.” He still had shampoo in his hair and god that was sexy. Domestic and fucking sexy. Standing under the water, he ran the shampoo out before lining himself up. “Fuck you feel good. You always feel fucking so good.” His hands wrapped around him, holding him in close as he buried in deep. Bakugo sort of wondered if he had been influenced by him and his affliction for cursing. There was a brief moment as Kirishima pulled his face around and kissed him with delicious heat. “Gonna go fast, okay?”

“Oh fuck yes.” He groaned into the kiss before bracing himself against the shower wall. “Wreck me.”

Wreck him he did. To the point he couldn’t even stand afterwards his legs were so weak.

“Uh, are you okay?” Kirishima asked, looking down at him, panting a little from the exertion.

“Tired.” He breathed, slumping himself against the wall before closing his eyes.

“You’re in the shower.” The other laughed, reaching for the soap. “As much as I think it’s adorable that you literally pass out after every orgasm, I don’t know how you can do it in the shower.”

“Shut up.” He mumbled with a little bit of a sigh, slapping half heartedly at his boyfriend and relaxing into how jelly like his legs still felt. After a while, the redhead moved to kneel beside him with a little grin that he weakly battered away. “Go away.”

“How about you stand up, wash yourself down so we can go?” Kirishima asked, pecking him on the cheek.

“What’s the hoodie situation?” He asked, cocking an eye open to look at the other and all his glory. He was quite lucky if he were being honest. The ab show was delightful.

“You can wear the one that I wore here.” He smirked, kissing his forehead. “I know you like it when it smells like me.”

“Cause you smell good.” He sighed exhausted, sitting forward. “Help me up.” He did. “Wash my hair.”

“Because… you’re useless?” Kirishima asked, reaching for the shampoo and not even batting an eyelid at the order.

“Because I fucking like it.” He growled, pouting a little.

“How are you thirty years old?” Kirishima laughed, squirting the shampoo onto his hands before lathering it into his hair. Bakugo relaxed into it, eyes fluttering shut at the contact as he held onto the others waist for stability. It really did feel good. His fingernails were at the perfect length to tickle his scalp perfectly. After a couple minutes of lathering, the redhead methodically washed it out, making sure none of it ran into his eyes. “There you go.”

“Conditioner, idiot.” Bakugo wasn't ready to let go just yet.

“Oh, my bad, I didn’t realize I was doing the whole salon treatment.” He kissed his nose before complying.

“I like it.” He repeated as if that was any damn excuse. “And I’m tired.”

“You’re always tired after I make your legs quake.” The redhead whispered into his ear and it would have been really fucking seductive if he hadn't have been so damn tired.

“Less smart ass comments, more conditioner.” He sighed as the finger tips worked their way back into his hair. “Like… being close with you.”

“Yeah?” He asked and Bakugo confirmed with a relaxed hum. “I like it too.”

True to form, he fell asleep drying himself off after sitting on the ground wrapped in a towel and the toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. His boyfriend was not at all impressed.

“Katsuki!” He half yelled, nudging him with his foot. “You promised not to fall asleep!”

“No I didn’t, you told me not to.” He cocked an eye open, removing the toothbrush. “Just push it back an hour. They won’t care.”

“You do it, they’re your parents.” Kirishima huffed, handing him his phone to which he promptly rolled his eyes and pressed the speed dial that hooked him to his mothers number.

“Brat.” His mother answered curtly on the third ring. “What do you want? We’re seeing you soon.”

“We won’t be there til’ eleven thirty.” He told her without an excuse.

“Late night or morning escapades?” She asked all knowingly.

“Both.” He mumbled, closing his eyes again. “Need a nap.”

“You’re paying.” She told him frankly and again, he rolled his eyes. He probably deserved that.

“Whatever.” He yawned, quickly conceding excited about going back to bed. “Gotta go nap off the effects of my morning escapades. Later.” Hanging up the phone, he glanced up to Kirishima who was nervously looking down at him. “Let me nap for an hour.”

“Alright.” He agreed, holding out his hand. “I’ll nap with you, but make sure you put on an alarm.”

"Yeah yeah." He promptly 'forgot'.

~

“You said eleven thirty.” His mother scolded as soon as he sat down at the table, leaving Kirishima to park the car. “You’re twenty minutes late.”

“Yeah because I fucking turned off the alarm.” He had already received a long lecture from his boyfriend in doing so as soon as he startled awake in a fit of panic. The movement enough was to wake Bakugo up. He didn't think he'd ever seen Kirishima that annoyed, he hadn't shut up about it all car ride. “I’ve had a long week and I’m tired.”

“Why didn’t you schedule this for tomorrow?” His father asked calmly, handing him a menu just as Kirishima walked in, holding out his hand to introduce himself all chipper like and smiles as if the last half hour hadn't been full of passive aggressive lecturing. Both of his parents seemed delighted in the introduction and even went as far to compliment on his god awful clothing. If 'unique' and 'bright' were meant to be complimentary.

Today he was wearing a fucking monstrosity. A black satin banana print shirt and bright yellow light cotton pants rolled at the ankles to show off his matching black cons with yellow shoelaces. At this point in time, Bakugo had just given up and let him do what he wanted. At least he was happy and comfortable with himself. And the shirt did kind of feel nice to touch.

“I didn’t schedule anything.” He grunted, scanning the menu. “He stole my phone and texted you and I was too fucking tired to protest.”

“I didn’t steal your phone.” Kirishima told him flat out, sitting down beside him. He was always one to call him on his shit. “You handed it to me and told me to organise something.”

“Why do you hate me?” He groaned, rubbing his temples as his parents shot him a look, ready to reprimand him.

“I don’t babe, that’s why I’m here.” He grinned as someone came to take their order. “Is anyone else sad that we missed the breakfast menu?” Kirishima looked at him pointedly to which he rolled his eyes.

“It’s all-day breakfast, sir.” The waitress told him timidly, pointing to the top of the menu to which Bakugo snorted a laugh as his small win.

“Oh, the pancakes with extra bacon on the side, please.” The damn cute grin was back. “And coffee too please, large with milk. Oh! And a chocolate milkshake.”

“And for you sir?” She looked at him, pen waiting. “Dunno, come back to me.” She rounded to his parents who ordered quickly, giving him no chance to even scan the menu again.

“Ugh, you decide.” He threw the menu down and looked at Kirishima who seemed way too excited by the notion of ordering for him.

“Sriracha eggs benedict with bacon, crispy and a side of homemade hashbrown. Then a latte, double shot.” It sounded perfect. The waitress looked at him and he nodded in confirmation as Kirishima grabbed his hand, seemingly proud of himself.

“That’s sweet that he knows you so well.” His mother mused softly before turning to his father and slapping his arm. “Why don’t you know me that fucking well?”

“I do sweetheart, but you never give me the opportunity to order for you.” He explained softly, pushing his glasses up his nose.

“Yeah yeah.” She waved him off quickly before turning to Kirishima and smile. “So… let’s talk about that shirt sweetie.” So, not a compliment earlier then. Kirishima seemed no in the slightest bit phased at the discussion regarding his clothes. He simply stated to them that he wore what made him feel confident and Bakugo couldn't help but love him more for holding his ground, his parents just seemed impressed by the assertiveness and all but welcomed him to the family. All in all it was shaping up to be a pretty great get together.

“You’re a mess.” Bakugo murmured after the food had long arrived, wiping his boyfriends face with his thumb and removing the sauce there. With a cheesy grin, Kirishima moved to kiss him. He’d allow it even though he hated public displays of damn affection because he couldn’t deny him anything. He wouldn't deny him anything either.

“Thank you.” Kirishima stated, arm moving to the back of his chair as he polished off his milkshake. The redheads hand moved to touch his shoulder before gently massaging his neck, a move that Kirishima didn’t even think twice about because affection came naturally to him. It did, however, surprise his parents who were staring like he was some sort of alien.

“Shut it.” He warned, glaring at them before they could even start.

“We didn’t damn well say anything.” His mother shot back quickly, holding up her hands.

“I’m allowed to want this.” He threw out, crossing his arms, which seemed to confuse Kirishima. “He’s mine and I’m allowed to fucking want affection or whatever.” Kirishima seemed to click then, a soft look spreading over his features at his own words being recycled.

“We didn’t say you weren’t.” His father held up his hands. “It’s just … different to see you so open to it. It’s good.” Kirishima rubbed his back gently in soothing circles.

“Stop being stupid.” His mother threw at him. “You’re fucking human. We’re just glad you’re not totally inept when it comes to that shit.” There was a long look he exchanged with her where she wore a knowing little fucking smirk and he couldn’t help remember the long-ago conversation where it was suggested he might be in love. So, to shut her up, he gave her the finger causing her to yell profanities instead.

~

“Cuddle me.” He demanded when Kirishima had sat down beside him on the couch later that afternoon and not initiated pulling him in and holding him. He was feeling sentimental after the day and was in a happy place considering his parents absolutely fucking thought the sun shone out of his boyfriends ass.

“You know you can initiate the cuddling.” He pointed out with a teasing grin. Bakugo looked at him with a scowl until Kirishima grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him in with a laugh. “I’m glad we’re past the awkward looks of self-disgusted longing. The demand and glare phase is so much easier to understand.”

“I’m allowed to want it.” He mumbled, closing his eyes and breathing contently. “I only want it with you.”

“You are allowed to want it.” He agreed, pressing a kiss to his temple. “And you’re allowed to have it, but you’re also allowed to start the cuddling.”

“Fuck off.” He still had his pride to think about.

“You know, we sleep next to each other every night, it’s not weird.” Kirishima told him, murmuring contently into his hair. “I only want it with you too. Everything.”

“Have it then.” He grunted out, relaxed and happy. Deciding that he needed to at least try a little with the affection, he pulled him into a soft, lingering kiss.

~

Bakugo was sitting by the back of the restaurant waiting for his Thursday order because the green shithead couldn’t pull his weight and do it. He was allegedly freaking out over something that was a non-issue and had gone to visit his old mentor for clarity. So he was stuck there with Shinso who was alternating between gulping his coffee and smoking on a cigarette.

“That shit will kill you.” Bakugo mentioned with a yawn, zipping up his jacket at the cool breeze.

“Yeah but it’s so damn good.” He blew out the smoke with a satisfied exhale. “If you’re going to be addicted to something, why not this?”

“Because it’ll fucking kill you.” He pointed out with a roll of his eyes.

“Well, it’s better than being addicted to drugs or alcohol.” He shrugged causing Bakugo to cock an eyebrow at him, wondering if he was hinting at something. He didn’t seem to be. If anything he just looked tired. “Let me piss away my life however I want.”

“You’re fucking dark.” Bakugo mumbled ironically, glancing towards the sound of a rumbling truck. “Trust me, pissing your life away gets pretty fucking old.”

“Maybe.” He took a long drag of the cigarette to the butt before throwing it down and stamping on it.

“Fucking pick that shit up.” He nodded just as the man rolled his eyes and did what he was told.

“It’s much more relaxed when Midoriya does this.” Shinso grumbled, watching the truck pull in. “Your new produce guy is good though. He doesn’t make me carry everything.”

“Katsuki, my buddy, my pal!” Kaminari chimed, from the passenger side window with a stupid grin as the truck came to a slow stop.

“Don’t be so damn familiar with me.” He growled, storming to the back of the truck and ignoring the long, suspicious look from Shinso.

“I will because we’re friends.” He smiled happily, jumping out of the truck and looking over to Shinso who had just lit another cigarette. “Oh, that shit will kill you.”

“Did I ask or are you just telling me?” Shinso asked, unimpressed. Bakugo looked between the two as Kaminari blinked before shrugging.

“Well the other day I got to watch a man die because he smoked too much and fucked up his lungs, so yeah I’m telling you because I don’t really like watching people die from preventable diseases.” Damn, he was just so upfront and honest. “Besides, nobody likes making out with smoke breath.”

“Thank you for the lecture I absolutely did not ask for.” Shinso told him, still it escaped no one when he butted it out and swallowed the rest of his coffee instead.

“You know just because you say it in a happy tone, doesn’t mean that people want to hear it.” Sero chimed, opening up the back of the truck. “You aren’t the authority on smoking, Denki and you don’t have to lecture literally everyone who does it.”

“But I am right.” He added with a grin. “Hey Katsuki?”
“I’m only agreeing with you because I told him the same damn thing two minutes before you.” He stated with a shrug, glancing down at his phone that had a picture of Kirishima on his lunch break, shit stirring with his stupid take away meal that was probably full of artificial crap.

E.K: This is what happens when you don’t make me lunch.
K.B: Disgusting.
E.K: You’re right, I’m so used to eating your food that everything I used to love tastes like garbage.
K.B: I’ll make you something tonight. Gotta go. Your idiot friends are here. Produce.
E.K: Okay, say hi for me, see you tonight xx
K.B: x

His heart may have fluttered a little at the kisses. He kind of felt stupid sending it, but he knew Kirishima would eat that shit up.

“Ohhh, you guys are gross.” Sero told him, peering over his shoulder and reading the messages.

“Yeah.” Kaminari chimed from the other side. “I thought you were sexting, but you’re just being relationshippy.”

“The both of you can fuck right off!” He pushed them away with a growl, shoving the phone back in his pocket. “Or you can forget next weekend. No dinners for assholes.” The two stood back and held up their hands in surrender, not willing to pass up the promise of good food. Kirishima had promised them a meal and all but begged him to cook… at Bakugo’s house. He caved quickly, because the damn eyes were pleading and he had been shirtless.

~

“You bought him here.” Shinso accused, dumping a box by the fridge with a glare when they most of the way through unpacking the truck.

“What the hell is up with you today?” Bakugo snapped, pulling the fridge open and looking around at the existing stock. “I have fucking better things to do than get involved in your fucking hook ups.”

“I had a bad morning.” A shrug and nothing more. There was a long silence as he stared at the box. “I don’t have enough game today to pick him up. I’m exhausted.”

“Don’t think you need much game.” He mumbled back, now going to organise the shelves.

“It’s not going to work.” Shinso answered back, shaking his head before ripping open the box with annoyance. “He seems like a relationship guy and that’s not me.”

“I don’t really give a fuck.” Bakguo answered with a frown up to him. “Does it look like I’m your fucking therapist?”

“Humour me for a brief second.” The purple haired man deadpanned at him from where he was now unpacking the box. “You’re not a relationship guy.” He was about to retort back, ready to rip him open with insults but the man held up his hand and continued. “You’re not, but you somehow ended up in one. How’s that?”

“You’re a fucking idiot.” Bakugo blinked at him before shaking his head. “You’re missing the damn point.”

“Which is?”

“I’m a relationship guy with my idiot.” He told him honestly and with fiery passion. “Just him. I don’t fucking need anyone else.”

“And sex with the same person doesn’t get… boring?” Why he was entertaining this conversation he had no idea.

“No.” In all honesty, he preferred it. It meant less talking and disappointment. It was nice when someone took care of your needs and wasn’t fucking selfish in bed. Besides, the more the did it, the closer they became. It was a good feeling.

“Interesting.” Shinso contemplated, piling the lettuce. “Still, I can’t exactly burden all my demons onto an unsuspecting person. That’s just cruel. Bachelor life is a lot less emotional.”

“Again, don’t care.” He answered just as Sero and Kaminari entered with the last of the boxes. So far the whole flirting scheme had been pretty uneventful given the fact that Shinso had shut down any form of interaction which Bakugo was pretty sure Kaminari was kind of low key infuriated by.

“Do you guys want any help unpacking anything?” Kaminari asked, placing it down his box and going to rip it open.

“If this is another ploy to talk to me then you’re wasting your time because I’m not interested in whatever it is you’re doing.” Fucking brutal motherfucker. The range of emotions crossed Kaminari’s face starting at shock, morphing to confusion before it landed on anger.

“You’re pretty damn arrogant to assume that I would even want to pursue anything with you after the way you’ve been acting today. You’ve been unpleasant, rude and downright antagonistic to everything I’ve said no matter how friendly and polite I’ve tried to be.” Kaminari’s eyes were like thunder and lightening as he stared down the man. “I don’t care what your deal is, but honestly, fuck you. It’s also rude to sleep with someone and forget about them.”

“I didn’t forget about you.” He answered quickly. “It took me a minute, it was good. It still doesn’t change my mind.”

“Oh gee, that makes me feel so much better.” The blonde snapped, turning to walk away. “You know what.” Kaminari held up his hands. “It’s not even worth it. I’m done. Are we done?” He turned to look at Sero who nodded. “Sweet, we’ll see you next week Katsuki.”

“Whatever.” He shrugged. “Bring snacks!” The two waved at his shout before exiting and leaving the purple haired man silent in their wake.

“You’re a fucking idiot.” Bakugo sneered in Shinso’s direction as soon as they left. “You fucking like him.”

“I do.” He admitted. “It’s better this way.”

“For who?”

“For him.” He didn’t ask, but the message was clear. This guy had some issues.

~

When he walked though the front door and spotted Kirishima in the kitchen making some tea, Bakugo couldn’t help but feel damn soft.

“Hey babe, want some tea?” Without hesitation, he kicked off his shoes and walked up to him, pulling him by the shirt and into a tight embrace. Kirishima responded a little shocked, but hugged back just as tightly. “Are you okay?” He grunted a semblance of a yes before pulling back and looking into his boyfriend’s eyes. He was pretty fucking proud of himself for instigating the cuddling. “You’re proud of yourself right now, aren’t you?”

“Shut up.” He ignored his blush and smashed his face back to his chest. Kirishima tugged his face back up just to press a cute as shit kiss to his lips.

“Where did we land on that tea?” He asked, rubbing his back gently in circles.

“Yeah, green.” He stated, stepping back with a stretch. Kirishima grinned before nodding and going about his business.

They were good at this relationship thing.

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Crossing his legs on the couch, Kirishima looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. Bakugo frowned from the kitchen doorway; his own recipe book open.

“What?” He half demanded in confusion. For some reason Kirishima taken the day off or he’d been given the day off for his overtime hours that he’d started doing since Bakugo worked late doing some big research project.

“You’re going into the restaurant.” He shrugged, eyes never wavering. Bakugo nodded not quite getting the point. He had recipes to perfect and he had a total of six hours before the kitchen was over taken by Midoriya for the weekend. “Can I come?”

“You want to come and watch me cook?” He asked with a brow cocked. “Are you that fucking bored?”

“Yeah, and I like watching you do your thing. I find it sexy.” Kirishima grinned, fluttering his eye lashes. “You can put me to work! I’ll chop carrots and garlic and stuff!”

“You just want me to feed you.” There was a sheepish grin at the comment to which he rolled his eyes at. “Fine. Get your shit, but if you annoy me, I’m kicking you out.” Kirishima looked all but delighted as he raced to grab his things.

As soon as they arrived, Kirishima all but dragged a bar stool into the kitchen and placed it by his bench. When he threw him a confused look, the redhead shrugged.

“I sit at my job so my legs get sore when I stand too long.” It was weirdly adorable for a guy that was over six foot and muscly as fuck. “Okay, what do you want me to do?” He asked, making himself comfortable on the stool and looking at him with low key excitement. Bakugo smirked at him, before pointedly looking at the sink so he could wash his damn hands. It was always a no to potential bacteria and e.coli. With a belated sigh, he hauled himself up and went to wash his hands.

“How good are you at cutting shit?” In his professional opinion, probably not great.

“I don’t know.” Kirishima admitted, sitting back down. “But you can teach me?”

“Alright.” He took a deep breath and pulled out the shit he needed to get started. Equipping Kirishima with knives and a cutting board and a couple of vegetables, he gestured for him to start. It was as bad as he imagined it to be. There was no rhyme or reason. He was slow. The edges were jagged and yeah it might be fine for a homecooked meal where nobody cared about the smooth carrots and zucchini, but he was a perfectionist and he couldn’t help his glaring expression at the butchering.

“Your face is telling me I’m doing this wrong.” Kirishima sang out, glancing up at him with a grin.

“You remember when I kissed you for the first time and you cut my lip and it was just fucking terrible?” He asked, pulling a face at the vegetables.

“Uh, I mean, was it that bad?” He looked up from underneath those beautiful eyelashes. Bakugo raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, okay. It was bad, but what’s your point?”

“Your cutting is like that.”

“Brutal.” He looked down at his vegetables. “BUT, that means you think it can get better and are going to guide me through it right?”

“Damn fucking straight.” Bakugo agreed, pulling his own knife and board to him. “I’m going to go slow, so watch the technique.”

“The title of your sex tape.” Kirishima laughed out causing Bakugo to glare at him. “Are there no laughs in your kitchen?”

“I just don’t know why you think it wouldn’t be your tape too considering we’re fucking each other.” He pointed out, repositioning the vegetables in front of him.

“That’s a good point.” The redhead agreed thoughtfully. Bakugo was about to start chopping when the man started talking again. “Babe…”

“What?”

“For the first one, go really fast.” Kirishima requested hopefully. “God, it just really turns me on when you do it like that.”

“That’s it.” Bakugo demanded, dropping his knife. “Get up.”

“You’re kicking me out already?”

“No, we’re going to my office we’re I’m going to put something not food related into your mouth to shut you up.”

“Can I do it here while you chop the vegetables?” He asked with a smile. “I promise I’ll be hygienic and swallow everything.”

“Fuck…” He considered for a second. “On your knees then.” The other seemed way too delighted by the notion.

There was no way he was concentrating on cutting anything with the others mouth on him. He was probably standing in the worlds most awkward pose, trying his best not to lose absolute control. It was difficult. Pretty soon he’d abandoned all hope and clenched on to the red hair before him, totally blissed out at the sensation. Clearly, this was a fantasy he'd never even considered because as soon as it was over, he hauled the other to his feet and all but attacked him with fevered kisses of thanks.

"Okay." The redhead breathed, smiling and cupping his still bare ass. "You are an absolutely delicious meal. You should put you on the menu."

"Only for you." He growled, nipping his bottom lip before pushing him away and tugging his bottoms up. "Now focus, we have shit to do." The grin Kirishima wore was bright and attentive.

"Teach me." He stated with fierce determination after already re-washing his hands without being asked. "I'm ready."

~

He did improve. Slightly. It was less ridged, smoother and although he was slow, he put in all his effort to try and produce quality product. Still, in the end, he had to move on and get shit done so he set Kirishima with the task of refilling all the salt and pepper shakers instead. He seemed happy enough to comply, seemingly content with just being there with him and trying out everything he was making.

“Tell me about your research.” He’d listened to it, asked questions but he’d been distracted at the time and Kirishima deserved fucking more than that.

“Oh, I’m looking at the hereditary mutations in cancer syndromes.” He chimed, pepping up even more. “We’re trying to pinpoint which sequence it is that predisposes someone to the type of illness I had.”

“You think it’s a link and not just … piss poor luck of the draw?”

“Nah, pretty confident there’s a genetic link.” He explained, looking up to him with determination and passion. “I went back through my family history and … there’s some strong indicators.” With a soft exhale, Bakugo put down his knife and walked over to where his boyfriend was sitting. Tugging him forward by the shirt, he smashed their lips together.

“You’re fucking amazing.” Because he really fucking was.

“Thanks babe.”

“Okay, so tell me exactly what you’re doing while I sear that meat.” He pushed him back.

“You really want to know?” Kirishima’s eyes were bright at the thought.

“Yes. I want to know everything.” He told him pointedly. “So, explain it to me.”

So he listened to his boyfriend talk passionately about his work while he worked on perfecting several of his new menu items. It was a nice and easy day. It was nice to have company that he didn’t fucking hate. Kirishima seemed to love that someone was interested in what he was doing as he explained that all his friends had no idea what any of what he did meant. It wasn’t like they hadn’t talked about it before, but he’d been a bit slack lately with asking.

“Here.” Bakugo held out a fork for him to try the dish he’d been working on to which Kirishima promptly opened his mouth to receive the bite.

“Oh wow.” His whole face blissed out from the taste which was a good sign. “Never leave me. This is too good.”

“Idiot.” He couldn’t help the grin that wiped his face as he put the fork aside and moved in between the others knees, hands trailing up his waist. There was a massive spark of affection for the man as their eyes met, the redhead softly smiling at him. “I lo-…”

“Oh hey guys!” And the moment was lost, ruined by a green haired fucking idiot who interrupted his attempt at… fuck, a love confession. Kirishima blinked and glanced up at Midoriya, confused by the surprise. With a frustrated sigh, Bakugo stood back and glared at the asshole. “Sorry, did I interrupt something?”

“What the fuck are you doing here so early?” He snapped, pushing another plate in front of Kirishima to try.

“I’m only ten minutes earlier than I usually am.” Midoriya explained with a hint of a frown and shit, yeah, they’d been there for a few hours. With a grunt and a roll of his eyes he began packing up the food so he could clean the station. “Are you trying new recipes?”

“I’m changing up the menu.” He threw back bluntly, annoyed at his failed attempt of being fucking romantic as shit. Okay, not exactly all that romantic, but it felt like a good damn moment to say it. “I’ll email you the recipes, make sure you fucking learn it. They’ll be on the menu next Friday.”

“Sure thing.” Midoriya chimed, glancing between them. Kirishima was dutifully munching on the food placed in front of him, watching the interaction with amusement. There was a long pause before the redhead decided to talk.

“So are you with that guy yet?” Midoriya blushed hard at the question before swallowing, looking pained and scared and then muttering something incoherently. “So… no?”

“No.” He held up his hands and shook his head quickly. “It’s too messy. We work together.”

“That just sounds like an obstacle of your own making.” Kirishima pointed his fork at him. “Trust me, nothing would ever stop me from being with Katsuki, even if I worked with him.”

“I still don’t get it.” Another voice echoed from the doors as Shinso went to collect his apron for bar set up. “Is he really good in bed or something?”

“Fuck you, asshole.” Bakugo snapped, giving him the finger.

“Well, yeah.” Kirishima answered at the same time. “But that’s not the only reason.”

“We’re not talking about me, fuckers.” Bakugo stated bluntly, glaring around the room. “We’re talking about Deku and his stupid feelings that he won’t fucking act on like a pussy.”

“Ah yes, the elusive pending relationship that has quite frankly become all but insufferable to watch.” Shinso echoed, looking pointedly at the green haired man. “Everyone knows about it; nobody cares about the dynamics but you two.”

“No, the other bastard doesn’t give a shit, he’s just being respectful of your bullshit.” Bakugo pointed out, placing the containers of food beside Kirishima before going to wipe his bench.

“Dude, I think you should just go for it.” Kirishima mentioned just as his phone went off with a loud chime. Midoriya looked like he was about to have an aneurism but before he could reply, Kirishima was frowning down out his phone. “Uh, Kats are we done?”

“Nearly, why?”

“Denki got mugged by his date and she broke his arm… and soul apparently.” He explained, glancing up at him. “He’s in the city and needs a lift home.”

“What a fucking idiot.” He groaned at the thought of having to fucking drive that far on his day off. “Fine, but you’re driving and we’re getting snacks.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to come with me.” Kirishima answered in delighted surprise. “You just drove me here, but I am enthusiastic about this.” As they gathered their things, Bakugo rolled his eyes at Shinso and how quiet he’d gone since the mention of the blonde idiot, his eyes squinting in apparent anger as his jaw clenched together.

“Yeah, you’re not a relationship guy.” Bakugo scoffed, tugging Kirishima behind him who tilted his head in confusion. “Except maybe with that idiot.”

“What was that about?” Kirishima asked as they left, shouting their goodbyes to Midoriya… well Kirishima did. “With the bartender? Shinso?”

“He’s being fucking stupid.” Bakugo shrugged, heading for the car. “He likes dunce face and he doesn’t want to fucking admit it because he’s an idiot.”

“Oh…” Kirishima’s eyes widened. “What is up with everyone not being able to just admit they like each other? It made it so much easier for me when you flat out told me you liked me.”

“I don’t know what his damn damage is.” Bakugo admitted, throwing his keys at Kirishima and climbing in the passenger side with the bags of food and some forks. There was no way he was wasting the deliciousness he’d just created even if he did have to eat it in the car. “But he says he doesn’t want a relationship.”

“I don’t understand.” Kirishima told him, turning the car on. “If you like someone that much, why wouldn’t you want a relationship?”

“Don’t know, don’t care.” He shrugged, skootching down in his seat until he was comfortable. “Don’t have to think about shit like that, that’s why I have you.”

“Yeah because you liked me so much you just had to date me in a totally official capacity.” The redhead teased, poking his arm.

“What of it?” It wasn’t like it wasn’t true and that had Kirishima grinning with cute flushed cheeks. “I’d be stupid to give you up, you’re fucking amazing.”

“You still manage to give me whiplash sometimes.” He admitted, reaching to grab his hand. “You act shy and embarrassed over some things but then you just openly admit your feelings and catch me off guard.”

“Good.” He nodded, staring at the man with a smirk. “I win.”

“This isn’t a winning or losing thing, Katsuki.” Kirishima laughed vibrantly, squeezing his hand once before letting go.

“You’re just saying that because I won.” He shrugged. And really, he had won because he had Kirishima.

~

“So then I offered to take her to the ice cream place and that’s when it happened!” Kaminari was in the back seat of the car, theatrically explaining the events of the night to the two of them all the while eating out of a container of left-over food that Kirishima had begrudgingly given up. “She put her hand down into my pocket and I’m like, hey, ass grope… but then I realised she was taking my wallet.” Bakugo stared out the window, contemplating how he ended up in this situation and then hating himself for the fact he’d put himself there. “So I turn around, and lose my balance which she uses to send me flying to the ground and BAM! Broken arm, no wallet and only a small amount of dignity.”

“You still have dignity?” Kirishima asked semi sarcastically to which Kaminari laughed.

“Very, very little my friend.” He conceded, not even savouring the food he was shoving the food into his mouth. “It’s the last time I date in the city. You guys should consider yourselves lucky that you’ve never had terrible dates.” Bakugo snorted a laugh and glanced over to Kirishima who had smashed his mouth into a line as he stared straight ahead. “Hooo oh, what was that reaction?”

“It’s nothing.” Clearly Kirishima had not divulged his previous dates with the man.

“If you call going on a date with mother and son at the same time and then having the mother offer to ‘try’ you out for the son, nothing.” Bakugo spat out quickly, feral smile in place to which Kaminari echoed a loud and prolonged ‘no’ in disbelief. “Or eating a whole fucking candle.”

“Babe, we don’t need to rehash the dates I had before we got together.” He told him frankly, not wanting to engage.

“It’s fine, you were never mugged.” Kaminari brushed it off to which Bakugo rolled his eyes.

“He was almost fucking drugged though.” This seemed to pique the blonde’s attention.

“What?” He hit Kirishima’s arm despite the fact he was driving. “Why did you fail to mention this to me?”

“I don’t know,” Kirishima sighed, seemingly tired by the conversation. “I was fine, Katsuki handled it and then we started dating not long after.”

“You guys never did tell me about your first date!” Kaminari seemed to pick up on Kirishima’s reluctance to talk about it. He was oddly chipper for a guy that just had been mugged and assaulted. “Was it disastrous or like, super romantic.”

“I made him dinner then we fucked on the rug.” Bakugo shrugged, glancing over to his boyfriend.

“Then I got snowed in and stayed for a week.” Kirishima added with a tired smile. It was odd, considering he’d started the trip with so much energy.

“Cute.” Kaminari chimed before pulling out his phone and prattling further about something unimportant.

“Do you want me to drive?” Bakugo asked him lowly, touching his shoulder and squeezing gently.

“I’ll be fine.” He gave another smile over to him though in reassurance. It didn’t quite meet his eyes. “Thanks though.”

After dropping the idiot off, they made their way back to his place and were sitting on the couch when Kirishima sighed and pressed his palms into his eyes as if fighting off a headache.

“Shit.” It wasn’t often his boyfriend swore, so it had him a little concerned. “I don’t feel good.” And he didn’t look good either. He was pale, clammy and looked like he was about to hurl. Before he could ask what was up though, Kirishima was half way to the bathroom. He found him leaning over the toilet seat, gracing it with his vomit.

“What’s wrong?” He had a little flutter of worry as he stood by the door and watched him, unable to work out what he was meant to do in times like this. What would Kirishima do for him? Also, was whatever he had transmissible because… gross.

“Migraine.” Kirishima panted out; eyes fluttering shut with a groan. “I used to get them all the time. It’s been a while.”

“What can I do?” He questioned awkwardly and uselessly from the door.

“Nothing. I took some pain killers earlier when I felt it coming.” He glanced up at him with a squint. “Just have to ride it out.”

“You should have let me drive, idiot.” He scolded, finally stepping into the bathroom to turn on the shower.

“Maybe.” Kirishima sheepishly admitted as another wave of nausea hit him. Bakugo sighed and fell to his knees beside him, hand rubbing soothing circles across his back as he did his gross vomiting thing. After a while, when there was nothing more to bring up, Bakugo hauled the man to his feet and all but shoved him into the shower after undressing him. The redhead was pliant in his hands, soaking up the water and closing his eyes.

“Used to get these all the time when I was sick.” Kirishima whispered into the dark room a short while later, cuddled up to him tiredly with a heat pack to his neck. “It was my first symptom. They scare me now.”

“I’ve got you.” Was the only thing he could think of as he made the promise. “I’ll always look after you.”

“Me n’ you are forever, right?”

“Right.” He whispered into his hair gently. “Go to sleep, Ei.”

“You’re probably loving being in bed this early.” He sighed, settling in further. “It’s not even eight thirty.”

“Why do you think I told you to go to sleep?” He did fucking love being in bed early. He’d live there if he had a choice. Kirishima grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly as the silence took over and they both drifted to sleep.

~

The headaches became more and more frequent, to the point it was concerning and on more than one occasion the redhead became anxious about it. Approximately three anxiety attacks later, Bakugo was at a loss because one, he didn’t know how to deal with emotions like that and two, he didn’t know how to help and he felt a little useless. It was only when Kirishima’s friends were over one night did he all but corner Kaminari for an opinion, although he’d never fucking admit that’s what it was. There was also a little part of him that was terrified that his boyfriend could be sick again but he was sure that if Kirishima was worried about it, he’d have booked an appointment by now. Surely. Surely he wasn’t that much of a fucking dumbass.

“What can I do you for?” Kaminari chirped, clearly feeling blessed that he was allowed to help set out the food onto plates despite his broken arm. It was apparently a great honour. “I know you didn’t pull me in here to chat potato positioning.” Bakugo blinked at his perceptiveness but grunted out a reply of confirmation.

“Headaches.” He stated, unsure of where to even fucking start. Kaminari blinked in confusion.

“As in you’ve got one?” The blonde asked, raising his eyebrow.
“Not me idiot.” He risked glancing over to Kirishima who was chatting to the other two, seemingly relaxed. “Him. Bad ones. Migraines or something, fuck I don’t know.” There was a sudden seriousness to the kitchen that hadn’t been there a second ago.

“How long?” It wasn’t often he demanded a question.

“Couple weeks.” He told him with a shrug, trying not to communicate how worried he was. “Get’s fucking anxious as shit.”

“Yeah because he knows he has to see someone just in case but he doesn’t want bad news so he’s putting it off.” Kaminari stated with a grimace. “I can talk to him later if you want. Don’t stress in the meantime, he’s been pulling a lot of overtime hours and is probably just over tired and tense.”

“Yeah… okay.” Why didn’t he feel completely reassured then? Fucking relationships.

When the other three had finally left, Kirishima shut the door and his whole smile dropped. He’d never seen him glare like he currently was and it was a little off putting if he was being honest. Apparently he was in trouble.

“You told Denki what was happening?” It came across in disbelief and Bakugo was a little too surprised to say anything. “It’s not your business!”

“Uh, the fuck it isn’t.” He snapped back, matching his glare.

“Why the hell would you go talking about my health when you don’t know anything about it!” It was way too defensive for reason. “It’s not your job and you don’t know!”

“I’m not a fucking idiot,” There was something weird about this conversation… or argument. “You’re fucking all anxious about the stupid things so I asked someone who would goddamn know.”

“Why?” Kirishima half yelled, seemingly frustrated.

“What do you mean why?” Bakugo narrowed his eyes at the man. “I know you’re not stupid either so don’t fucking ask me stupid questions. If you want me to say it, then fine I’m fucking worried.”

“You shouldn’t have told anyone.” Kirishima growled, storming off into the bedroom. There was a bit of rustling that had him frowning and walking to the door where he found the redhead packing up his shit.

“Where the hell are you going?” Bakugo asked from the doorway. Apparently, this fight was much bigger than he anticipated it being.

“Home.” The single word answer was short and definitive.

“Why?”

“Because I’m pissed at you, obviously.” He stated, shoving every hoodie in the bag with him making it so Bakugo wouldn’t have one. What a fucking dick move. “I knew you were an asshole but I always thought I could trust you.”

“That’s not fucking fair and you know it.” Now he was starting to get pissed with all the bullshit accusations. “I asked a damn question, Eijiro and I am not fucking apologising for worrying about you when you’re doing shit all to do anything about it. If you don’t want to see someone and make sure you’re not sick again then that makes you the fucking asshole because it’s not just you anymore!”

“Way to make it about you.” The mood was tense as Bakugo blinked in absolute disbelief.

“Fine, go the fuck home.” He couldn’t help but storm away, slamming a couple doors behind him as he went, wondering if the redhead would make good on his threat. A couple seconds later, he heard the front door open and shut loudly before a car started, answering his question.

Once he’d calmed down, he tried to call Kirishima with no answer. He sent a message afterwards with no reply. With a growl of frustration, he threw his phone across the room and sat on the couch like a petulant child. He was determined to stay up until he came back, except he didn’t and that made him angry enough to throw a couple couch pillows across the room before he paced for a while. When it was evident he was going to be spending the night alone, he tidied up before sauntering off to bed, irritated and so done with being awake. To nobody’s surprise, he slept restlessly.

Bakugo tried several more times come morning, to contact the redhead with no prevail. It made for a shit time at work where everyone kept a relatively large birth… except the two fucking idiots he went to school with.

“What’s wrong?” Uraraka chimed, saddling up beside him with a shit stirring tone.

“Fuck off.” He growled, stirring the risotto and not looking at her.

“Trouble in paradise?” Midoriya flanked his other side which caused him to clench his teeth tightly together. “What did you do?”

“What do you mean what did I do?” He snapped loudly, spinning on him. “I didn’t do shit! He’s the one with the fucking issue!”

“Wait, this isn’t you sabotaging a perfectly good thing?” Uraraka pressed, seemingly unconvinced.

“No, he fucking overacted and stormed the fuck out.” He spat angrily. “He didn’t want to hear what I had to say and he still doesn’t!”

“Why didn’t you chase him?” Midoriya considered. “I hear that’s very romantic.”

“I thought he’d come back.” Not that it was anyone’s business.

“Would you, if you were angry at someone?” Uraraka asked condescendingly to which he glared.

“I wouldn’t fucking leave in the first place.” Well, he wouldn’t if it were Kirishima. Everyone else wouldn’t be so damn lucky.

“You forget that he’s younger than you.” She pointed out as if she had some bullshit profound knowledge that nobody had ever stumbled across ever. “You’re at the age where you sit and talk out your problems and he’s at the age where it’s all emotional and hates the confrontation of arguing. Plus you’re pretty intimidating at the best of times, so give him the benefit of the doubt.”

“That is a bullshit excuse.” He spat out quickly. “You don’t change how you fucking handle confrontation, no matter how damn old you are.”

“Maybe he knows your right and isn’t quite ready to admit it?” Midiorya chimed in thoughtfully. Now that he could agree with.

“I’m always fucking right.” Bakugo pulled the pan off the heat. “I love the prick, so I’m going to be damn well honest with him.”

“So romantic.” Uraraka pretended to swoon.

“Fuck you.” She was graced with a middle finger.

“You don’t think he meant to… you know… breakup?” Midoriya threw out, causing Bakugo to almost bare his teeth at him.

“Fuck no.” It wasn’t possible. No way. Kirishima had never used those words. He said he was pissed and that he was going home, but he never said he wanted to end things between them. They were damn stronger than that.

“Just checking.” Midoriya held up his hands as to stifle the sudden tension. “Have you actually told him how you feel though? Maybe he just needs support and love to get him through. He’s probably scared.”

“You don’t even know what the fuck we were fighting about.” He pointed out, angrily dicing into some herbs.

“He stormed out for a reason and that doesn’t exactly scream security in one’s self or one’s circumstance.” Todoroki was suddenly there, causing Midoriya to almost jump out of his skin at the near contact.

“Have you been listening the whole fucking time?” Bakugo half glared at the idiot who merely shrugged.

“Maybe try a little harder to support whatever is going on.” The half-half bastard had a fucking point but fuck him for saying it. “Be up front with your feelings.”

“Like you can talk.” He shot back, adding some garlic to his simmer. “Up front with your feelings. Fuck me.” A roll of his eyes had Uraraka snickering.

“I know it seems a little hypocritical…” Todoroki ventured off, glancing at Midoriya who was half stuttering to himself as he tossed the contents of his pan and pretending like he wasn’t overly worked up with the guy’s presence. “I plan on changing that soon. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a bartender in a complete gay crisis to talk down.”

“That bastard with insomnia finally sorting his shit out?” Bakguo asked, not really caring but kind of low key supporting his… idiot blonde acquaintance.

“We’ve gone from macabre self-loathing to obsessive stalking social media.” He confirmed. “I bore witness to a picture of an enthusiastic looking man in a sexy Pikachu costume on what I could only assume to be Halloween. It’s not something I deign to see again, so hopefully we’re back to the self-loathing. It comes in cycles.”

“Tell him when he’s ready to stop being an asshole, he might get his phone number.” With the condition the blonde wanted any sort of contact.

“Oh shit!” Midoriya cursed, rushing for the tap. “I burned my stupid finger!”

“Again?” Was the only thing he could say, because, well he was always fucking destroying his fucking fingers with the flame. With a sigh of resignation, he took over the station only to give Todoroki a look that told him to piss off and stop distracting them. He heeded the look all to well, only to glance back in concern at the green haired idiot.

~~

That night, after work, he sighed wondering if Midoriya had been right and his relationship was all but over since he hadn’t heard from the redhead, when he noticed the front porch light on. That was a good sign. Blinking in surprise, he let himself in and made his way to the bedroom only to find Kirishima sleeping soundly on his side of the bed. Asshole. Bakugo was fuming, but he was also really fucking tired and the fight could wait until the morning and it was honestly just a relief to see him. He didn’t think he would have survived if it had been a breakup. Not that he really entertained that thought. Stupid love.

After his shower, he made his way to bed, crawling in carefully not to disturb Kirishima who was snoring softly. All the good that did him because as soon as he was in, the other rolled over and spooned him, hand tracing down his arm gently in a soothing motion.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“Let’s just… fucking talk about it tomorrow.” He conceded, not quite ready to hear it. He needed the night to be a little mad at being ditched.

“Okay.” There was a little sigh and a hesitant movement as if he were about to pull away.

“If you fucking move away from me right now, I will kick you so hard in the nuts you won’t walk straight for a fucking week.”

“Oh… I uh, didn’t know if you wanted me to… if we’re still fighting.” He breathed against his neck causing him to shudder.

“We are still fighting.” He agreed. “Cuddle me anyway.”

“Alright…” He snuggled himself back into his usual position.

“It took me ages to learn how to share my bed.” He pointed out as if that would explain anything about how he was feeling. “So I need you to just damn well hold me like you usually do.”

“… I usually … kiss you before we go to sleep.” Well, he had him there. There was a prolonged pause that suggested he was thinking about it even though he already knew the answer.

“Hurry up then.” The kiss was soft. Smooth and full of hesitant apology… if a kiss could convey that. He couldn’t help reaching up to cup the redhead’s cheek to deepen it. God, he had no form of self-preservation when it came to Kirishima. So, they made out for a while, lazily, just for the sake of kissing. Because he loved him and he would always give in to him.

~

Kirishima was sitting at the table with a guilty expression on his face as Bakugo went about making breakfast with out offering him a damn word.

“You’re really mad.” It wasn’t a question and he wasn’t about to make this any easier for him. With a groan, Kirishima threw his face into his hands. Despite their kissing last night, he wasn’t about to make Kirishima’s actions okay. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to escalate like that. I know I shouldn’t have yelled. I didn’t mean to take it all out on you.”

“You think I’m mad because you yelled?” He finally glanced at him. “That’s the least of what I’m fucking mad about.”

“… And the most?” He asked tentatively.

“You left.” He spat out. “And didn’t talk to me for a whole fucking day.”

“Oh.”

“I am your fucking boyfriend.” He continued, now on a roll, pointing the tongs at him. “You don’t get to do that shit, treat me like I’m nothing, leave and cut contact… I messaged. I called … and nothing. You ignored me. All because you had a stupid fucking tantrum about a goddamn question I asked out of concern. Seriously Eijiro, fuck you.”

“I didn’t think you’d want to see me.” He admitted sadly like he had any damn right. “I also have no idea where my phone is. I think I left it here and I was too embarrassed to come get it in case you wanted to break up with me. Not that I actually thought you would... break up with me."

“You think I give a fuck if you yell at me? I know when someone’s taking their shit out on me.” He stated frankly, staring at the guy. “It’s goddamn insulting that you think that would be enough to fucking end things between us. Do you want to end it? Is that what this is about?” Kirishima had the decency to look horrified.

“What? No! God no! I told you I wasn’t very good at this kind of stuff!” He half cried back in frustration. “I needed a moment to think! To work out in my head what I needed to do and instead I got lectured by my friend who wasn’t even told by me that there was an issue!”

“You were being a fucking idiot.” There was no feeling sorry for him in that moment. “You’re meant to fucking talk to me and trust me and instead you shut me out. You were an absolute asshole. And you stole the fucking hoodies!”

“Would you have given me space if I had asked for it?” Kirishima asked, staring at the table.

“Yes because I can damn well respect your boundaries like a fucking adult.” He snapped out harshly. “Just like I respect you enough to not do what you just did to me.”

“You’re saying I don’t respect you?” Now that was enough to get him mildly annoyed, looking up at him with a glare.

“You let me worry about you instead of telling me you were okay, so yeah.” He answered, not really believing his own words. “You can’t throw around a potential sickness as a fucking excuse to excuse shitty behaviour.”

“Wow.” It was a sardonic reply that had them glaring at each other. “Okay, tell me how you really feel.”

“You want to know how I really feel?” He asked, stalking over to Kirishima and tilting his face up. There wasn’t so much as a flinch as Kirishima held eye contact.

“You’re going to tell me anyway.” He answered boldly. If he were being honest with himself, he kind of liked the confidence. Bakugo sighed, letting his thumb softly trace the others bottom lip which seemed to confuse Kirishima. Might as well fucking go for it.

“I love you, you idiot.” He breathed, holding his gaze. “I’m allowed to worry. I’m allowed to get angry when you fuck off for no real reason and I’m allowed to feel like shit when you don’t talk to me. I asked your stupid friend a question because I fucking care about you and your wellbeing. I needed the damn reassurance, okay?”

“Fuck.” Kirishima cursed, grabbing for his shirt and burying his face in it. “Katsuki, I didn’t mean… I mean, I just… god. I’m so stupid.” With a shaky breath, he looked back up.

“Well I knew that.” He mumbled, allowing Kirishima to grab his hips and pull him down so he was sitting on his lap.

“I never want you to feel like I don’t respect or care about you.” The redhead told him, arms holding him firmly in place. “I’m so sorry I did that to you. I was being completely self-absorbed and in my own head about everything and that wasn’t fair. I didn’t handle anything well… I’m just… I guess I’m terrified of getting sick again…you’re right. It isn’t just about me anymore; I shouldn’t have pushed you away. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Did you at least see someone about your headaches?” He asked after a sigh of concede, allowing his arms to link around his neck.

“Yes.” He nodded. “I have to see the specialist in a few weeks for a couple routine investigations but they think I’ve just been working too hard.”

“Okay.” He looked at Kirishima, before slowly pressing their lips together. “Makeup sex?” Kirishima eyed him, unsurely before that turned to excitement when he realised he was being serious.

“Does this mean I’m forgiven?”

“Don’t do it again.” He muttered, nipping his ear. “You can yell. You can storm into another room. You can go workout or do shit to clear your head but you don’t fucking ever not talk to me for that long.”

“Can I instigate argument sex?”

“That’s the preferred method of dealing with it.” He agreed, unbuttoning the others shirt while kissing him slowly.

“Katsuki?” Kirishima breathed, pupils wide and dilated.

“Hm?” He pulled back to take everything in.

“For the record…” His thumbs skirted across his abdomen. “I love you too.”

There wasn’t a moments hesitation as their lips met again. Despite everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours, he believed him. He doubted Kirishima could ever intentionally hurt him. That was the thing about love, bad times didn’t stop you from loving someone and loving this badly dressed idiot was as easy as breathing.

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They had been living the last few days in classic ‘I love you’ bliss. You know, the passionate love making, the constant touches and the long, sweet kisses that were enough to make a less in love person gag to death at the intimacy of it all. Maybe it was also because they had their first real argument as an official couple that made it all the more affectionate. Kirishima clearly wanted to show how much he cared for him because the liberal touching had gone from high to maximum and Bakugo was living for it. There was no real reason he needed the constant contact, but he appreciated it none the less.

“You’ve been in a better mood.” Uraraka mentioned as she moved to steal his blow torch to caramelise whatever the fuck she was making that night. “Did you kiss and make up?”

“We’re adults,” He shot out quickly, holding onto the torch. He needed it for the fish. “We did a lot more than kiss.”

“Did you confess your love as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear?” She teased, causing him to slacken his grip on the damn torch and blush a little too furiously. “Oh my god, I was joking but that’s so cute. Did you whisper sweet nothings back?”

“Shut the fuck up.” He growled, turning his back on her in embarrassment. It was hard enough to say all that shit out loud to Kirishima. He didn’t regret it in the slightest and he may have appeared confident, but inside he was screaming and nervous as all shit.

“What would sweet nothings sound like coming from Bakugo?” Fucking half-half was there again for some fucking reason. He usually didn’t bother coming into the kitchen when the green haired idiot was off, so he clearly wanted something but not before he paid him out. 

“I bet they’re really aggressive.” Uraraka mused with a teasing smirk. “You’re fucking buff as shit…” She put on her best growly voice to mimic him.

“I don’t know.” Todoroki studied him for a second. “I actually think he might be really soft about it. You know, the whole Tsundre type persona.”

“What the fuck do you want?” He finally snapped, turning back to face them with his face as red as Kirishima’s hair as the blush worked its down his neck.

“Oh, there’s someone here to talk to you.” Todoroki mentioned as if only remembering his reason for distracting them. “I believe he said he worked for the Michelin star company.”

“Why the fucking hell didn’t you lead with that!” He half yelled, throwing down his tea towel and glancing down to see if his uniform was still pristine. It was. Thank fuck. It was time to meet his fate.

After cleaning the night off of himself, he padded lightly into the bedroom, trying his best not to wake the other who appeared to be relaxed and asleep. With a content little sigh, he moved in beside him, allowing the bed to cradle his aching muscles with care. As soon as the blankets were in place, his boyfriend was all but on him, lips pressed hungrily to his. It was a surprise but one that he wouldn’t say no to. Moving his legs to accommodate the body on top of his, the other ate up the several little half silent gasps he elicited as their lengths met in friction. It didn’t take long for him to get hard. A hand snaked into his pants, grabbing him tight enough to moan a little.

The redhead pulled back quickly, and he almost whimpered at the loss of contact but it was soon rectified as he pulled him bare. Hands trailed up his thighs, tender and caressing as Kirishima studied him and working out his next move.

The rest of their clothes were next to go. Clearly the man was in a feeling type of mood where he wanted their bodies to move against each others with no inhibition. His lips were back on their mark, passionate and needy as he reached into the beside draw for the lube.

His preparation was quick and methodical, desperate for entry. With a couple of gasps that the other quickly inhaled, the redhead pushed into him, hands intertwining with his own, as he buried home.

“You’re beautiful.” Kirishima whispered, fingertips tracing his stomach tenderly. They were lying there in post-orgasmic bliss, spent and close. “Do you believe in soul mates?”

“Do you?” He asked, cocking an eye open to look at the other now his eyes had adjusted to the dark.

“I asked you first.” Kirishima mumbled, seemingly embarrassed.

“Yes.” Kirishima blinked in confusion for a second, fingers suddenly stopping at his answer. “I believe in them or whatever.”

“Do you think… I mean… do you feel like… we…could be?” The embarrassment was adorable, considering they were lying there fully naked after being intimate with one another. Dragging the others face close to his, he sighed into the light kiss he pressed to his lips.

“Yes.” It was an easy admittance.

“I think so too.” The other whispered, gently capturing his mouth again. It wasn’t quite an ‘I love you’ but it felt just as real.

“In a couple weekends…” Bakugo started, fingers stroking through his boyfriend’s hair gently. “I’m cooking for the executives that give out stars. I might get my third one.”

“Oh my god!” Kirishima sat up to look at him, excitement and enthusiasm in his eyes. He’d known how important this goal was to him and he was clearly supportive of it.

“That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you, you know. You work harder than anyone I’ve ever known and you’re talented with what you create… wow. You’re gonna get it. I know you will.” He rambled, causing him to grin at the guy.

“Damn straight I am.” Bakugo agreed, allowing the other to move to lay on top of him as he peppered stupid kisses over his face.

“I can’t believe you let me crap on about soul mates when you had this news!” God, he was so incredibly excited.

“I like it when you crap on about that shit.” He counted quickly. “Makes me feel lucky.”

“I really am proud of you.” The redhead smiled into the kiss he applied to his lips. “And I really do love you.” Bakugo almost melted at the support and the words.

“I love you too.” The reply had the other softly smiling before he rested his head down on his chest, content. Maybe it was the first time he’d said it without swearing or saving his own embarrassment by calling him an idiot… he knew Kirishima knew he meant it regardless but he made a promise to himself to say it like that more often… because the look on his boyfriend’s face was worth it.

~

He made it home after a long night expecting to see his boyfriend already half asleep in bed, since they spent every night together, but weirdly the house was dark and silent.

Usually, a light would be left on for him, but nothing.

With a frown, he dumped his shit by the door and padded his way to the bedroom. The bed was empty. He checked his phone. Nothing. His cat was meowing at his feet aggressively, waiting to be fed.

“Okay you little shit, I’m fucking coming.” He watched as she pranced enthusiastically to her bowl, waiting like the queen she was. With a little sigh, he fished out her food and placed it in front of her just quick enough to not lose a finger.

He then called Kirishima, holding his breath as it rang thinking back to if he’d done something wrong… there was nothing that came to mind. They had eaten breakfast together and gone for a run earlier in the day before making out in the shower for a while. It had been good. They’d left on a good note. He was about to pick up his shit to go over and find him when he answered on the very last ring.

“Hey babe, I’m coming, just lost track of time.” He sounded tired and sad. “Be there in a minute.”

“I can come to you.” Bakugo offered, rubbing his face. “It’s late.”

“I’m already in the car.” Yep, tired and weirdly sad. “And I’m not going to work tomorrow so it’s fine.”

“Uh, you okay?”

“Yeah… no, but I’ll see you in a second.” He sighed before hanging up. A second later, a car pulled into the drive and Kirishima was at the door looking as sad as he’d sounded on the phone.

“Who do I need to kill?” Was his immediate response and that got him a little laugh. “I’ll do it, I just sharpened my knives.”

“Thanks babe, but no murder needed.” He shook his head, shoulders slumped. “I just had a bad day… my father decided to call me up and asked to see me. I haven’t seen or even heard from him in eight years. I’m pretty sure he probably wants money or something.”

“Fuck him.” There was a brief pause as he looked down at himself, making sure there was nothing gross on his uniform before storming up to him and pulling him into a hug.

“My thoughts.” He agreed, relaxing into the embrace. “He wants to meet me when he flies into the country next month. I didn’t even know he’d left it.”

“What are you going to do?” He just wanted to protect him.

“I don’t know.” Kirishima shrugged. “I guess see what he wants. He probably won’t stick around long or want my money after I tell him I’m gay.”

“Can’t have that filthy homo money.” Bakugo shrugged, pressing a kiss to the others jaw. Kirishima snorted a laugh.

“I’m sure he’ll contact Ma and yell at her for failing to raise me.” He sighed, tilting his neck slightly to accommodate the kiss he placed there next. “When I first got sick, he yelled at her because he thought I was being ‘too fragile’. We didn’t even know what was wrong then, but apparently, I failed his standards of what constituted masculinity.”

“Seriously, fuck him.” There was a little huff of laughter into his neck as his boyfriend buried his face there. “You’re fucking manly as fuck. Look at you. And you know what’s not manly? Ditching out on your sick kid or enforcing toxic masculinity standards onto someone.”

“I think for me, being manly is about living your best life… no regrets and holding yourself to your values.” Kirishima informed him. “I won’t ever be what he wants me to be and that’s okay, but it still feels shitty to know one of your parent’s doesn’t support you… or maybe even doesn’t love you… because if he loved me… he wouldn’t have left when I could have died, right?” And suddenly, Kirishima’s ability to handle conflict made a hell of a lot more sense. Maybe he’d been waiting to be abandoned again so instead of waiting, he attempted to push him away… maybe he was subconsciously testing their strength.

“I can’t answer for him…” Bakugo stated, carefully selecting his words. “But there is no possible reason I can think of as to why someone would leave you. You’re the fucking sunshine, Eijiro. It’s his goddamn loss because I know the man you are and I am so fucking proud to love you.” And then there were tears.

“I don’t want to cry about it.” There was a little sniff as he worked to control himself. “So I think you should distract me with your abs.”

“You just want me naked on top of you.”

“Is that a bad thing?” No, not it wasn’t.

~

The next couple of weeks were a hard slog. He barely had time between working and utilising his own genius to come up with perfect recipes that would give him that star. He kind of felt like a terrible fucking boyfriend, but the redhead was supportive at least. He knew it was important to him so had clearly made some accommodations for him. The Friday morning before the big night, he noted Kirishima still in bed well past his work time.

“Are you okay?” He nudged him his boyfriend in the ribs, standing over him curiously. “Are you dead?” Kirishima snorted a quick laugh, quickly pulling him down and straddling him. The action was so startling he didn’t even think to fight back other than to blink in surprise.

“I took the day off.” He shrugged, pinning his arms above his head. “Because it’s been two weeks since I last saw you naked and I miss it.”

“That’s not true,” He counted quickly. “We screwed around two days ago.”

“Sorry, my bad.” He grinned, pressing his lips to his. “It’s been two weeks since I was last inside of you and I miss it.”

“Better.” It was easy to concede after that.

“So I have my tests and stuff tomorrow.” The redhead told him, absently stroking his side. “I’ll try and be back for your seating. I’m sorry, they didn’t have any other times.”

“Is this why you stayed this morning?” He clued in quickly and Kirishima looked at him guiltily. “Do you want me to come?”

“What?” He shook his head quickly. “No, you have to focus. I’ll be fine, it’s not like I haven’t done it before. Mina’s going to drive me.”

“If I need to reschedule, you tell me now.” Bakugo warned, sitting up to look at him. “Because I need time to organise that shit.”

“No, please don’t.” Kirishima told him, brushing the hair out of Bakugo’s eyes. “I’ll be okay.”

“Dinners at six thirty.” Bakugo answered, moving to press their lips together. “Just let me know if you’re going to be late or whatever.”

“Okay.” The redhead sighed into the kiss. “I love you and I’m going to do my best to get there on time.”

“Also,” He glanced to the suit jacket Kirishima had clearly bough for the occasion because he had never seen it before. It was white with a pink and bird floral pattern which would have been fine, except it had matching pants. “Please don’t wear a floral shirt with that.”

“No other comments?” Kirishima seemed surprised.

“I don’t give a shit what you wear if it makes you feel confident.” Bakugo yawned, flopping down on top of him. “But… plain button up, kay? And not something mismatched. Either white, pink or grey.”

“Okay babe.” Kirishima smiled into his hair. “Just for you.” After this whole thing, he was determined to take some holidays with him. So they could just do their own fucking thing. They needed it.

The next morning, he was awake super early and straight on the phone to his sous-chef to discuss the events of the night to come. He needed to make sure shit was down, not that the idiot understood that at all. It was like the green haired bastard was determined to piss him off with his protests of the early hours of the morning. When the conversation ended with him screaming about Midoriya’s stupidity and slamming the phone down, he turned to find Kirishima standing in the kitchen, eyes tired and bleary as he stared at him, shirtless and cute.

“Sorry.” He huffed, slamming his phone down and pressing his eye socket. “Fuck. I’m just stressed.”

“Want to go for a run?” How Kirishima was even awake enough to suggest it he had no idea. “Then we can get coffee from Ma’s.” Bakugo glanced at the clock. It was only six. Maybe it was a good idea.

“Yeah.” He agreed pretty quickly. “My idiot sous-chef is pissing me off.”

“Babe, and I mean this in the nicest way…” Kirishima pulled him into a tired hug. “Maybe don’t call people before five in the morning.”

“He should fucking know it’s important.” He snapped back, burying his face in his chest.

“Yeah, but baby it’s so early.” Kirishima yawned, rubbing his back. “Nobody is useful before five and you just yelled at him for an hour and a half.”

“You are.” He counted quickly. “When I wake you up at four.”

“Yeah but, that’s for sexy times and I actually like to be woken for that.” Well, that was a point. “Now get your sexy ass into some sweats and let’s go.” Bakugo paused for a while before sighing and nodding.

“Fine.” He conceded, storming into the bedroom. “I bet I can run faster than you.”

“Doubtful.” Kirishima smirked, following him. Bakugo rolled his eyes but he was sure the redhead would be a run for his money.

Bakugo won by a couple of seconds which had him in a much happier, lighter mood. Kirishima groaned, wiping the sweat off of his brow and shaking his head in annoyed defeat.

“Sucker.” He grinned, teasing the redhead as he threw himself onto the ground to stretch. Kirishima followed with a little more delicacy, reaching for his toes.

“You know, you’re cocky when you win.” Kirishima told him with an unimpressed glance.

“I’m cocky all the time if you know where to look.” He winked, pressing the soles of his feet together. “But only you make it… hard.”

“Are you trying to turn me on in the middle of a park?” Kirishima asked him, cocking an eyebrow.

“Is it working?”

“Yes.”

“Better race home then.” He smirked, jumping to his feet. “Loser buys coffee.”

“We get that for free?” Kirishima pointed out, getting to his feet. “Winner get’s a blowjob?”

“Hm, I did turn you on.” But he offered a good bargain so he started to run. “Deal.”

“Hey, that’s cheating!” Kirishima cried, breaking into a sprint to catch up with him.

Bakugo slowed down as they reached the corner, glancing behind him to where Kirishima was close on his heels.

“What are you doing?” Kirishima puffed out, frowning at him with distrust in his eyes.

“Fatiguing.” He lied, allowing the man to match his pace.

“Either you really want to use your mouth on me or you’re being nice.”

“I’m never fucking nice.” He pointed out, causing the other to laugh as he overtook him.

“True.” The last of the sprint was easy knowing he was going to get exactly what he wanted out of it, which made him the true winner.

Kirishima left after coffee where Mina had met him and picked him up for their trek into the city for his tests. He promised multiple times he would try and be back in time for the dinner, particularly since they had a table of important people. There was a heap of reassurances that he was fine, which made him suspicious that he wasn’t actually okay but just wasn’t telling him. Bakugo groaned, rubbing his temples with the promise of calling him in an hour to make sure.

Making his way into the restaurant, he was glad to see everyone had fucking listened and were all there to clean up and prepare for the night. The game plan was just as important as the execution, even if Midoriya was mumbling under his breath about being tired. Passive aggressive shit. Even still, Bakugo made the time to call Kirishima just as he had planned, hoping he had made up the worry in his head.

“Hey.” And yeah, definitely not in his fucking head. Kirishima sounded nervous as shit. “Why aren’t you working?”

“I’m checking in.” He offered, pacing around his office. “Support and shit.”

“Just… focus on what you have to do babe.” Yeah, he wasn’t offering any fucking reassurance. “I want that for you.”

“Eijiro, cut the shit.” He snapped down the phone, which resulted in a long pause. “Tell me if you’re not okay.” The second part was in a softer voice, trying to coax him into telling him.

“I’m fine.” He pressed out, sounding entirely unconvincing. “I’ll see you tonight.” And the phone went dead. Fucker.

“Mother fucker!” He growled, pegging his phone onto the couch and clenching his jaw for a minute. “Fuck!” After a moment of painful deliberation, he stormed into the kitchen with clenched fists and ready to murder someone.

“Listen up!” He growled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Tonight is fucking important! I have been working hard to get to this point and I don’t need you lot fucking it up! We have a game plan, fucking stick to it.” He warned, causing Midoriya to frown at his speech. “It fucking kills me to say this, but Izuku, don’t fuck this up for me.”

“What… where are you going?” He asked, stammering in confusion as Bakugo undid his apron. “This is important!”

“Shit…” He exhaled steadily. “I know, but my idiot fucking comes first. I have to go. I’ll be back when I can.”

The traffic was ridiculous considering it wasn’t even fucking peak hour. Maybe he was just being impatient. Maybe it was just fucking stupid assholes wasting his time. Fuckers. By the time he pulled up, Kirishima was just about due for his first set of tests and he was cutting it fine. Storming into the out-patient’s section of the hospital, he all but ignored the receptionist who was demanding his name for check in as his eyes scanned the waiting room. It wasn’t hard to spot them, they each sported a set of horribly loud and offensive hair. As he approached, he made sure to listen into the conversation seeing as Kirishima was as pale as sheet and bopping his leg like nobodies business.

“What you have got to realise Ei,” Mina stated with an arm slung around his boyfriends’ shoulders. “Is that you’re worth being cared about. Don’t put your feelings second just because he’s got something important on. This is important too. Just call him.”

“It’s not just important, Mina.” Kirishima sighed, nervously tapping his knees. “It’s his life’s goal. I can’t ruin that because I’m scared and want my boyfriend with me. What good will it do?”

“You’d have the support you need.” She pointed out as if it were obvious. “You say you want to share a life with this guy but you can’t even tell him how you feel or when you need him. He’s not a mind reader babe. You can’t just wait for him to read between the lines otherwise you’re just going to be upset and disappointed.”

“I’m not asking him to read between the lines.” Kirishima mumbled, staring at the ground. “I wanted his day to go smoothly. I can come second. I know he cares. I know he’d come if I asked. It’s not fair of me to ask him to do that. Even if I’m terrified and hate hospitals and all of this, I won’t ask him to miss this for me.”

“It’s fucking lucky I can tell when you’re lying to me then.” He ground out, stalking over to Kirishima with purpose. Both of them looked up in surprised, startled at his sudden appearance. “Not worth worrying over my ass.” Mina all but let him go, looking at him with a face off approval. Not that he needed it anyway. Grabbing his boyfriend’s chin, he tilted it up so they were staring at each other.

“So?” He pressed, waiting with raised eyebrows. When Kirishima swallowed and didn’t say anything he sighed. “Why the fuck did you lie to me?”

“I didn’t…” Kirishima glanced away and he let him go to sit next to him instead.

“Eijiro, you should have damn well told me you needed me here.” He growled. “You fucking omitted important information and that sucks.”

“Why are you here?” Kirishima finally asked, eyes tearing up. “Today was important to you. Everything you love and have worked for…I knew that, I wanted that for you.” It was a simple answer really.

“I fucking love what I do and yeah it’s important.” He admitted, thumb skirting his jaw. “But I’m fucking in love with you and being there for you when you’re not fucking okay is more important.”

Kirishima looked at him, startled and mouth slightly agape as he tried to find words to respond. And then the tears started. The redhead did a terrible job of trying to hold them back, all but throwing himself into a hug, mumbling his apologies into his neck as he cried.

“I’m sorry.” He sobbed as Bakugo held him in support.

“Yeah.” He replied lowly. “I know.”

“I love you.” The words filled his heart, but he also wanted his pain to stop.

“Thank you for coming.” He eventually sniffed, allowing Bakugo to wipe away his tears. “I didn’t know how much I needed you here until I got here. I don’t even know how you picked up on it.”

“You sounded weird on the phone.” He shrugged. “Had to tell my idiot sous chef to take over. Hopefully he doesn’t fuck it up for me.”

“I’m so sorry.” The idiot sniffed again, holding onto his hands tightly. “I feel so bad.”

“How about we just get through today and I’ll kick you ass later?” Bakugo offered causing Kirishima to sob out a laugh and Mina to giggle beside them. “On that note, you can piss off. Make sure you try the risotto tonight. If I can’t damn well be there I need you all to taste test what the idiots are putting out.”

“You’re such a trusting and passionate boss.” Mina remarked, standing from her position. “Go easy on him, he hates hospitals and he super hates needles.”

“I just hate the lead up to them.” Kirishima mumbled, squeezing Bakugo’s hand. “They bruise me.”

“So you hate them.” He determined, looking at him blankly.

“Well they hurt.” He pouted, scooting down in his chair. “And hospitals just give me bad vibes… probably from, you know, all the childhood trauma.”

“Childhood trauma has a lot to answer for.” He agreed, watching the redhead let out a stressed sigh as his knee continued to move at a ridiculous pace. “Fuck, you’re really nervous.”

“Don’t want to be here.” He answered quickly, glancing at the clock to suss out how long he had before he was dragged into the rooms beyond.

“Hey…” Bakugo dragged his face around. “You’re gonna be fine. You got this.” He sure as hell hoped he would be because Kirishima looked like he was falling apart at the seams.

He was sitting beside Kirishima, holding onto his hand as they waited for the doctor to arrive to begin the next procedure. There were several scheduled for the day and a couple that involved light sedation that would make him drowsy for hours. It was a lot more than what Kirishima had made it out to be and Bakugo was trying not to be irked by that fact. He was here now, that was the main thing. He was definitely not going to make it back in time for anything to start, that was for sure.

“Katsuki.” Kirishima looked at him, hand squeezing his.

“What?” He was expecting more of the same – a thank you, a question about his restaurant…

“Am I a bad boyfriend?” And hell, if that didn’t catch him off guard.

“Why would you ask that stupid question?” Bakugo asked, blinking blankly at the words.

“Because I just feel like I have no idea what I’m doing sometimes.” Kirishima admitted, squeezing his hand. “I screwed up when we first started dating… we had that fight and I screwed up again because I didn’t know how to handle the argument and now you’re here, missing your important day because I didn’t admit that I needed you.” It came out in a jumble of fast words that had him trying hard to keep up.

“I think you just don’t know how the fuck to ask for shit you need.” Bakugo realised suddenly, expressing the thought as it popped into his head. “That doesn’t make you a bad boyfriend or whatever, but Ei, you can ask for shit. It’s like me and the cuddling bullshit.”

“What do you mean?” The redhead asked with a slight frown.

“I fucking struggle with affectionate shit.” He admitted, like he didn’t already know. “I like when you’re like that with me but doing it back is … fuck… it’s hard. And not because I don’t want to because I fucking love you but it’s hard. But Ei, you can ask me for the things you need. Space… support… whatever. I’m here.”

“Why do you think it is?” Kirishima asked curiously. “That you struggle with affection?”

“My parents aren’t like that.” He shrugged. “I didn’t grow up knowing how to show it.”

“I think… I have abandonment issues.” Kirishima opted for quickly before he could change his mind. “I also think that I learned to put myself last because of being sick… even though it was a massive deal, everyone was so upset and worried I just put all their feelings first. Then my dad left… I don’t want you to leave me so I just… avoid shit.”

“I’m not leaving.”

“I know.”

“Just so you know, you’re the most important part of my fucking life.” Bakugo clarified. “You always come first. So talk to me, you asshole.”

“I’m so terrified of being sick it makes me nauseated.” Today was a ‘spill your feelings’ day apparently. “I was so depressed I almost ended it. I had like, a full plan and everything.” Now that statement made his stomach sink and he didn’t quite know where to go from there. There was a prolonged, awkward pause.

“Well now you’re just trying to make me look like a shit boyfriend.” Bakugo conceded, looking nothing but pained. “What the fuck am I meant to say to that?”

“Sorry.” Man, what a fucking spot. “I think I just talk a lot when I’m nervous.”

“I fucking know, you didn’t shut up for the first two weeks we started seeing each other.” Bakugo pointed out, skirting his thumb over Kirishima’s knuckles. Finally, he sighed. “If something is wrong, you fucking fight, okay? You’re stronger than that.”

“I know.” Kirishima nodded along. “It was hard, but I couldn’t leave everyone who loves me. That thought was harder. Now you’re in my life, those thoughts would be damn well impossible.”

“Good.” He breathed, relaxing a little at the admittance. “It’s going to be fine though. You’re going to be fucking fine. I feel it.”

When he was asked to wait outside the room for the last scan of the day, Bakugo finally pulled out his phone to check on the progress of the night and was relieved to see the reassurances from everyone but the one’s he was counting on to perform. That meant they were working their assess off and they were all taking shit seriously for fucking once.

Eyebags: It’s going fine. To answer your question, yes, they are eating. Appetizers just went out. No, they don’t look pained in doing so. The booze to food ratio is normal and complimentary as per your instruction. Also, you are trying to kill me with your friends and family table.

Because his friends and family table had Kirishima’s mother and friends as well as his parents, meaning the idiot was probably staring at the twinky blonde he liked so much.

K.B: Good. Fucking message me if shit goes wrong so I can yell at everyone later.
K.B:  Also, you wouldn’t be fucking dying if you stopped being a pussy.

Eyebags: Suffering is more my style. I think I ruined that anyway.

Bakugo promptly called him an idiot before moving to the next messages. All sent sporadically according to their scheduled breaks.

Candy-cane motherfucker: They appear to be thoroughly enjoying everything thus far. Midoriya is yelling so things are getting serious. He’s determined not to let you down. Is all well with you?

Muso girl: Things are smooth. Nothing but compliments so far!

Cheeks: I think you’re going to be proud of us. You’re a good boss, but don’t let that go to your head. How’s Red?

Murse: The food is really good! I think Mina moaned before and made Sero and your parents really uncomfortable. How is everything on your end? Ei okay? Also, why does asshole bartender keep staring at me all longingly?

The messages had him breathing slightly easier. He went through and answered the ones that had questions before stopping on Kaminari’s text.

K.B: Because he’s an idiot. For the love of fuck put him out of his misery and talk to him.

 His job was done. They could thank him later. Bakugo shoved the phone back into his pocket as the nurse ushered him back through to Kirishima.

The crying wouldn’t stop. Post sedated Kirishima was a handful. He’d slept most of the way back and now he was sitting on the end of the bed, sobbing. It was a lot and Bakugo didn’t quite know how to handle it so instead he just did what he could do and all but manhandled him into the shower where he helped wash the shit assed day off of him before pulling him in for a long, intimate hug. It had been a big day and Bakugo cringed at the thought that the idiot had insisted on doing it without him. Now he knew what it meant by further tests; he wouldn’t ever fucking not be there.

“I’m tired.” The other sighed out, sniffling some more. His limbs felt heavy against him.

“Let’s go to bed.” Kirishima nodded and allowed Bakugo to turn off the shower.

“Wait…” The redhead looked at him as he handed him some clothes. “What about your restaurant?”

“They’re mostly through the service.” He pointed out but Kirishima shook his head. "They're half way through mains." 

“We should be there for the decision. It honestly looked like the last thing the redhead wanted to do. “Have dessert at least. It’ll make you feel better being there.”

“It’s fine, we can just go to bed.” He reassured just as the other shook his head quickly and jumped to his feet.

“No.” Kirishima was adamant as he pulled out his suit. “We’re going. Get dressed.” There was a look of stubborn determination that he wasn’t sure he could fight with. Besides, he really did want to go.

That’s how he found himself, dressed in his best chef outfit for appearances while Kirishima decked himself out in his flower suit with his hair tied back. Once at the restaurant, he made his way through the back door after kissing his boyfriend in thanks.

“Oh you’re back!” Midoriya chimed, checking several of the dishes before approving them for kitchen exit. “We’re three quarters done with mains.” He proceeded to give him a quick rundown as they flawlessly transitioned back into working together. They were a well-oiled machine when they wanted to be and for that he was kind of thankful. It felt good to be able to contribute to such an important night.

“Hey, Bakugo.” Todoroki was there by the window. “I already put through your tables ticket but I’m assuming you want to feed your significant other. He didn’t want to cause an issue by asking for anything.” Bakugo couldn’t help but roll his eyes, grabbing the ticket and reading through it before adding an extra meal to it and slamming it back into the row.

“Tell him he’s getting the lamb and tell him to stop being a fucking idiot.” He threw out causing Todoroki to blink at him before shaking his head.

“I will relay the first part of that message.” He informed him before glancing at the meals in front of him. “I will get these out.” Bakugo nodded before glancing out the window to see Kirishima in a deep conversation with his mother who was brushing his hair out of his face gently. He looked tired, the poor fucker. His eyes wandered over to Kaminari who was glancing up at the bar in deliberation every so often, and then to his parents who were talking to Midoriya’s mother who had also joined their table. Mina and Sero were laughing between themselves at Kaminari’s confusion.

His eyes then drifted to the table they were attempting to impress. As stated by several people, everyone seemed satisfied and content which was promising. Another half an hour went by and he decided it was time to make the rounds to see if everything was to the guests liking. The group that decided his fate one by one held their hands out for an introduction and a shake. Bakugo hated this kind of nonsense but it seemed to be an integral part to networking and being a fucking business owner. It had taken years to be able to somewhat do it without a look of absolute furious pain on his face. Still, their enthusiasm was promising.

Next he made his way over to his table of idiots. His parents looked up at him with pride which was kind of fucking nice if he were being honest with himself. Kirishima’s mother beamed at him too as she nudged Midoriya’s mother who then waved enthusiastically at him. He returned it somewhat awkwardly before allowing his eyes to settle on who he actually wanted to look at… and spend forever looking at. Once he was standing beside him, Kirishima didn’t hesitate to grab his hand as he spewed out accolades like the proud boyfriend he made clear he was.

“I just can’t believe the man I love is so talented!” He smiled up at him adoringly. “You’ve done amazing baby. Look at what you’ve created! God, I love you so much.”

“Love you too, you mess.” He promptly wiped some sauce off of Kirishima’s face as he ignored the surprised glances around the table. It was evident that everyone bar Mina hadn’t expected them to be so forward and liberal with the words, but, fuck them. He loved him. There was no hiding that.

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Dressing in their most comfortable clothes, he tugged the redhead by his hand and escorted him to the bed. Kirishima made himself comfortable, using his sleeve to wipe away his steady stream of tears that had a reappearance after the night had finished. Bakugo had found him in his office, wrapped up in the hoodie he’d left there earlier in the day, curled up on the lounge in a ball. He’d seemed tired at dinner, but now Bakugo knew he was down right exhausted. He’d clearly been barely holding it together.

“Okay, let’s go.” He held his hand out for Kirishima who sniffed and looked up at him confused. 

“Don’t you have clean up to do?” He asked, sitting himself up and wiping his eyes. 

“They’ll understand.” He fucking hoped so anyway, but as he guided him out the door nobody said a word about it. Mainly because he already half explained he probably couldn’t stay. Nobody had pried, only wished him good luck. Kirishima let himself be led to the car without a word. 

The night had been a success all in all. The starring people told him they’d contact him Monday to discuss the results, but congratulated him none the less. A good sign. He humbly thanked them and then praised his flawless team, because well… they’d stepped up. He knew they would, it was part of the reason he kept them around. Sometimes they were nosy, annoy assholes, but they always had his back. He trusted that implicitly. 

As soon as the lights were off and he was saddled up behind Kirishima, playing the part of the big spoon as the other let out another shaky half sob. 

“I’m sorry, I never wanted you to see me like this.” Kirishima sniffed grossly, shoulders shaking. “After how amazing you’ve been. First with me and then your restaurant… god, I just want to give you praise and love and I can’t even do it properly because these stupid tears won’t stop. It’s so unmanly.”

“Bit of a stretch to not see you like this when I see you every fucking day.” His tears were actually breaking his heart. 

“It’s weak and stupid and childish to cry over this.” He heaved, squeezing his eyes closed. “I’ve done all this before and it could still turn out to be nothing.” 

“It’s not any of that.” He disagreed, stroking his hip. “You’re scared and you’re allowed to be. You should have fucking told me you felt like this or whatever.” 

“I don’t want you to see me sick.” He admitted. “I fought so hard for this. I’m worried if I am back to that point, that you won’t like what it does to me. I’m not the same person. I know it’s selfish, but I don’t want you to leave and that’s not fair on you.” 

“If you think that I wouldn’t love you, then you’re an idiot.” He growled out easily. “It takes more than that to get rid of me. I can handle it if it’s for you.” 

“What if I die?” It came out as a whisper and there was a slight pause as his brain processed the question. 

“Then I will spend the rest of my life missing the shit out of you.” He told him bluntly. “Any day with you is better than the fucking alternative where I don’t have you at all. But you’re not going to die. If you’re sick you’re gonna fight and kick it’s ass. If you’re not, then there’s no problem and we spend a lot of time celebratory fucking. Living life and all that shit.” 

“You still want to do it and find me attractive even though you’ve seen me grossly crying and wiping my snot on my sleeve?” Kirishima asked dubiously causing Bakugo to snicker a laugh. 

“Yeah.” He pressed a kissed into his neck. “You’re always sexy to me.” 

“Sexy hey?” 

“Fucking so sexy.” He squeezed his middle, allowing his finger tips to press down on his glorious abs. “Because I am so fucking in love with you. Always sexy.” 

“So if I roll over and kiss you with my nose all stuffy you’d still find me sexy?” Without hesitation, Bakugo moved to roll him, lips meeting his softly. When he pulled back, he brushed the hair out of Kirishima’s eyes before kissing his forehead and the corner of his mouth. Kirishima sighed at the motion, eyes finally fluttering shut and tears subsiding. “I love you, Kats.” 

“Yeah, love you too, idiot.” He stroked his hair. “Go to sleep.” 

Two seconds later, Kirishima was out like a light. 

Bakugo was pacing by the time Monday morning rolled around. He’d pulled himself out of bed at five am, stupidly waiting for the call that he knew wouldn’t come for hours.

Kirishima sluggishly made his way out about forty-five minutes later, looking like a zombie and moving directly to the coffee machine. It checked out. He’d had a massive weekend of stress and he was most likely not even going to get answers until the end of the week. 

Kirishima held up a mug in a silent question to which he nodded before he continued to pace.

“Stop.” Kirishima groaned after another five minutes of watching him and getting progressively more bothered by it. “You’re making me nauseous just watching you.” 

“You sure you should be going to work?” He finally asked, focussing on just how tired the redhead looked. 

“I’ll be fine.” He confirmed, taking the first blissful sip of coffee. It didn’t sound like he was stressed or worried about that at least. “Are you going to be okay today?” 

“Yes.” He half lied, but there was nothing anyone could do about fucking nerves.  Kirishima looked at him skeptically.  

“How many texts have you sent to Midoriya and Uraraka?” Shit, he had him there. 

“Eight.” He shrugged. He didn’t mention that it was eight each. “Lazy fuckers haven’t even replied yet.” 

“Go back to bed for a while.” Kirishima told him, passing him a mug and placing a hand on his shoulder. “You barely slept.” 

“Like I can sleep now.” He stated bitterly, sipping at the coffee with a sigh. Kirishima shook his head as if he was fighting a losing battle before pulling him in and squeezing his ass like a good, receptive boyfriend. He was mid sip when the redhead moved to his neck, taking his time to leave a leisurely bruise there. Fucker. Too bad it worked if the strain in his pants said anything about it. 

“Take off your pants and bend over the back of the couch.” He frowned, glared and then realised that it was actually a plan he could get on board with. Normally he didn't like being bossed around, but it lit something within him that wanted more of it.

"Fine." The other grinned at him, a little too satisfied with the results.

Draining the rest of his coffee while the other disappeared for necessities, he did what he was told, the anticipation clear and standing to attention. When his boyfriend returned, he was almost begging for it. Luckily for him they were on a shortened time frame with work start times, so the redhead made no detours with his touch, quickly and efficiently working him open. His legs shook under just the right press of a digit that had him arching back into it. 

“Ready?” Boy was he fucking ever. With a nod and something that kind of sounded like ‘please’, his toes curled under suddenly feeling so fucking full. 

And yeah, it did the trick. He didn’t last long, his boyfriend proving just how well he knew his body. By the time they were finished, he was all but ready to crawl onto the couch in front of him and go the fuck to sleep. Every damn time. He felt relaxed, unabashed and content. 

He vaguely remembered cleaning up before stumbling back to bed with a kiss to Kirishima’s cheek. He knew the idiot was laughing at him and he almost resented that he knew him well enough to know what would send him back to sleep in a relaxed, sleepy haze… but he couldn’t quite get to resenting him because well, he loved him and shit. 

He woke several hours later to a missed call and a message. It had him fumbling, worried that he’d fucked up and missed one of the most important calls of his life. The message bank took forever to get through until finally the ‘one new message’ robot voice echoed through the line. 

After listening to the message he swore and half pegged his phone across the room.

Results will be in Friday.

It had said because unforeseen personal circumstances had pulled priority, he wouldn't know until Friday.

Was it that fucking hard to decide his he and his fucking staff were good enough?

Bakugo knew deep down that it probably had absolutely nothing to do with the person’s job, but the waiting process was going to fucking kill him. 

After several calls from Round Cheeks, his idiot sous chef and other staff members, Bakugo was about to pull his fucking hair out. They all seemed disappointed by the news but conceded that Friday wasn’t too much of a wait. Maybe not for them. 

By the time Kirishima rang, he was all but done with phone calls and answered a little too aggressively without looking at the name. Fuck. 

“I was going to ask how your day is going but that answers that.” Kirishima’s honey light voice ran down the line and over his body like an instant calming agent. “I’m going to assume that you didn’t look at my name before you spoke to me like that?” 

“You know I fucking well didn’t.” He mumbled, rubbing a temple in frustration. 

“You shouldn’t speak to anyone like that, really.” Kirishima continued to lecture but soon shut up at the prolonged silence that had murderous undertones. “What’s wrong babe? Did the call not go well or something? They gave you the star, right?” 

“Won’t know til’ Friday.” He all but sneered the word. It seemed like a stupid thing to be upset by but he was fucking frustrated by the wait… and maybe he just needed the good news today while they waited for Kirishima’s results. God, all he wanted was a fucking drink, but that thought was on dangerous territory and he banished it from his mind as quickly as it had entered. “I’m just being fucking impatient but I’m obsessing over it or some shit.” 

“Go and distract yourself then,” Kirishima advised easily, like he’d been there before… or was there at the moment. “Work out… visit someone… Ma will give you free stuff if you go to the café.” 

“Gotta start work in a couple hours.” He pouted which caused Kirishima to laugh. 

“Go for a run, Kats.” He kind of got the laughter. He was being a bit ridiculous. Maybe a run would help. 

“Fine.” He conceded finally, storming off to the bedroom to change. “But if you think that I’m doing it because you told me to, I’m not okay. I just want to go.” Another chuckle graced his ears. 

“I would never think that.” Kirishima agreed, he sounded affectionate. “I love you and I’ll see you tonight.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” He brushed off quickly. “Love you too, now go save the world of science or whatever, slacker.” 

They said their goodbyes and maybe, if only slightly, he felt a little lighter. 

The week went… slowly. 

They were both antsy for themselves and for each other, not that he really had anything on the stress of test results, but he was pretty high key thinking about it that the time too. He wanted the test results to be good. Kirishima deserved that. His whole star thing proved more to be a distraction for them than anything else. It drew away from the sheer panic and fear that something could be wrong, particularly when Wednesday night hit and the redhead messaged that he was out for the count with a migraine and would probably be asleep by the time he got home… which was then also followed by a message of an appointment time Kirishima had made for Friday morning for his results with a question mark beside it. 

Bakugo assumed that was asking if he could come, so he quickly reassured that he’d be there. It was good the idiot was finally learning to ask him for shit. For that, he was thankful. Bakugo didn’t really feel like having to press that point again. 

“You’re distracted tonight.” Midoirya commented after Bakugo had handed him the wrong meat cut for the third time in the space of twenty minutes. He couldn’t really deny it. The fucker knew him too well. “I know it’s frustrating you not knowing about the outcome with the starring, but we can’t drop the ball now.” 

Bakugo scowled at him. 

“I fucking know that.” 

“Is Kirishima okay?” Bakugo’s eyes narrowed in on the man as he glared bloody murder. It was one thing them knowing he had to leave, but he wasn’t going to air his laundry out to the whole fucking restaurant. 

“Fine.” He spit out curtly before letting out a long string of curses at stupidly leaning the wrong way and burning a solid line across his wrist. Slamming down the tongs, he stormed to the sink and proceeded to cool it with water. On closer inspection, it definitely looked like it was going to scar. “God damnit!” 

“Why don’t you go home?” His stupid sous-chef asked after a minute of watching him. “It’s not excessively busy tonight and your head’s not in the game. I can stay back and finish for you.” Bakugo glanced at the clock. Dinner service was almost over. They just had to get through a few more tickets before Uraraka did her thing and appeased them all further with her desserts. 

If he hadn’t been worried about Kirishima he wouldn’t have even dreamed of it. 

“I’m only going because I want to, not because you fucking told me to.” He clarified with his arm still under the water. He was going to be there for the next fifteen minutes anyway. 

“Understood.” Midoriya saluted him like a fucking wanker. “Please continue to shout orders from the sink until you leave.” Like he wasn’t going to do that anyway. 

By the time Friday rolled around, they were both nervous wrecks. Okay, Kirishima was a wreck, he was more low-key edgy. 

“So,” The doctor smiled at them both and Kirishima automatically reached for his hand, clasping it tightly as he nodded to her to continue. Bakugo frowned a little at how fucking tight he held it. It was starting to cramp. “All the tests we have done came back clear.” There was a pause as the information sunk in and then Kirishima was breathing easier and loosening his grip. A smile took over his face and he seemed to regain the colour. 

“That’s great!” He beamed looking over to Bakugo before refocusing on the doctor. “But, like what about the headaches?” 

“There’s just one final exam I want to do and if my hunch is correct, I’ll refer you to the right place.” She told him easily, too relaxed. Still, Kirishima tensed at the words. Bakugo gave his fingers a little squeeze in support. “All I want you to do is look at the eye chart on the back of the door and cover your left eye.” 

Kirishima frowned but did as he was told. Bakugo clicked as to what the test was and let out a soft snort. 

“What can you read?” The doctor prompted and Kirishima squinted a bit. 

“Uh… the first line is a Z…?” He offered shaking his head. “The others are kinda blurry.” The doctor nodded before instructing him to read it with the opposite eye. 

“Oh, I can see the whole third line here, starting to get a bit blurry by the fourth.” He informed her, still confused. “What does that mean?” 

“That, Eijiro, means than you need to see an optometrist.” She told him, suddenly pleased with herself. “You’re getting headaches because you need glasses.”

 
Kirishima looked positively dumbfounded as he gaped at her. Bakugo snickered. It was a good fucking outcome and he wasn’t going to act like it wasn’t. 

“Glasses?” The redhead prompted, looking between them. “That’s it?” 

The doctor nodded with a beaming smile and wrote out the name of an optometrist. 

“It’s probably because you spend so much time reading and looking through a microscope. Your long vision is deteriorating.” She explained, handing the card to him. “This guy is my brother-in-law; he’ll do you right. He’s great at his job.” 

“So… just to clarify…” Kirishima looked at the card and then back at her. “I’m not sick and I’m not dying?” 

“Not even slightly.” She informed him easily, causing Kirishima to choke back a few stray tears. 

When they left the room, Bakugo forced his blind ass boyfriend into the passenger’s side of the car because even though he didn’t like driving, he valued their lives much more than letting the other behind the wheel. Kirishima conceded quickly, opting to text everyone he knew the good news about his lack of demise. 

“I’m going to look stupid in glasses.” Kirishima stated suddenly, as if the thought had only just clicked and he wasn’t happy about it. Bakugo glanced over to him before rolling his eyes. After all the terrible outfits he’d seen the guy wear, he was worried about fucking glasses? 

“You look stupid anyway,” Bakugo teased, placing a hand on the others thigh and giving it a squeeze. “You can’t dress yourself for shit. I wouldn’t worry about glasses.” 

“Maybe I could start buying those little cardigans or tweed jackets with elbow patches or vests… and tie my hair back.” Kirishima mumbled with a bit of a pout. He didn’t seem overly thrilled with the idea, but the image painted a pretty sexy one in Bakugo’s mind. The whole professor look might be a bit of a kink. Who knew? “Or maybe bow ties and suspenders.” 

“I know you’re being stupid,” Bakugo half growled at him. “But stop before I pull over and have my way with you.” 

“Really?” Kirishima cocked an eyebrow in disbelief. “Tweed jackets with elbow patches and glasses does it for you?” Bakugo shrugged. 

“I like what I like, shut-up.” There was definitely a bit of heat spreading across his cheeks. “Fuck you.” 

“So should I order one now or…?” The teasing was back, except this time it was at his expense. Kirishima had a website open and was currently scrolling through the jackets. “Oh, they’re on sale. Ships in two to three days express. I mean, I need the glasses to complete the look but as I’m fully aware, preparation is key to a good time.” Bakugo glared at him as best he could, slapping his thigh in the process. “So, no then?” 

“I didn’t fucking say that.” If anything, he needed that image in his life. “Buy it.” 

“I already did.” Kirishima grinned, showing off the purchase with pride. “Now I’m excited by the glasses.” 

“I’m helping you pick.” He bit his bottom lip and turned his eyes back to the road. 

“Oh no, your first time seeing them will be when I seduce you with my smart professor look.” There was a hand that was suddenly cupping him over his jeans and squeezing gently. Fucker. “Until then, keep your eyes on the road.” The zip on his pants came undone. 

“Bit fuckin’ risky, don’t you think?” He murmured with a tight jaw as the other pulled him out and gave an experimental stroke. There was no fucking way he was going to stop him though. He liked this side of his man. “Don’t you always complain about me falling to sleep after?” 

“I’m not going to let you finish while we’re driving.” His boyfriend smirked, tightening his grip slightly. It took everything in him to keep his eyes on the fucking road and not roll his them back into his head. “That would be far too dangerous and irresponsible.” 

“We’re still fucking twenty minutes from home and you wanna start this shit?” He gritted out in an attempt to keep his composure, bucking his hips up slightly into the sensation. 

“How many times do you think I can get you close enough?” He asked like it was his own personal challenge and he couldn’t help but glare out the front window as his shoulders tightened and he gripped the steering wheel for concentration. 

“I’m not going to give you the damn… oh fuck.” A grip tightened around his base to stop the impending release. 

“That’s once.” His boyfriend smirked. “Want me to stop?”

“Fuck you.” He grit out, steadying his breathing. “No, keep going.” 

The answer was five.

Five times he came incredibly close to it and Kirishima seemed way too happy with his efforts.

As soon as the car was parked, he threw off his seat belt and kicked the seat back, not caring that it was broad daylight and they were just kind of sitting in the driveway. With a quick shove, the redhead caught onto what he wanted and his own hands gripped the headrest behind him. 

His mouth was a fucking wet haven of bliss and he couldn’t help the loud, ridiculous moan that escaped his throat. He was just about on the brink again when his phone rang. Glancing down at the number on the car screen he swore. 

“Fuck, I have to take this.” His boyfriend smirked around him, gave a thumbs up and slowed down his ministrations… but didn’t stop. Goddamn it. He could have pushed him off, but he kind of also definitely did not want to. “Hello?” He kind of snapped it out, not intentionally but he couldn’t help the strain in his voice. Not with the other doing what he was doing with his tongue. 

“Hello, Mr. Bakugo?” He responded his confirmation with a semi-grunted yes, trying to focus but having his eyes roll into the back of his head instead. “We’re just ringing to notify and congratulate you on gaining your third Michelin star!”

The surprise that caught him resulted in a very loud ‘YES’ that could explain his reaction to two very different accomplishments. Lucky for him, it just sounded like he was excited and the woman replied with a little amused ‘I know, I know’. Fucking professional, right? 

“Apologies for my outburst, I’m incredibly excited. Thank you, it was a pleasure to serve you all and I don’t take this award lightly.” He informed the person on the other side of the phone, pushing Kirishima’s smug face away with his hand. He licked the palm, causing Bakugo to make a face and wipe it on his jeans. 

“We’d like to do the award ceremony next Friday, does this work for you?” She asked, tone light and happy. 

“Absolutely.” He informed her, now in the process of fixing himself up. Kirishima beamed at him. “I’ll block out a table and a time for six?” 

“Perfect.” She hummed. “We’ll see you then.” 

Hanging up the phone, he turned to glare at his boyfriend who was just sitting there looking way too pleased with himself. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t answer the phone when I have your dick in my mouth?” He shrugged before reaching over and pulling him into a kiss before he could even protest or yell at him. “I’m so proud of you! Congratulations!” 

It appeared to be good news all around. His face softened to something more affectionate as their lips met again. 

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When he’d made the effort to drop by the restaurant on his Friday off, the others looked at him like he was either crazy or avoided him completely out of fear of an explosion.

“Gather the fuck around me, extras!” He shouted, standing up on a chair for his announcement.

“Katsuki, you can’t just call your staff extras.” Midoriya scolded instantly, wiping his hands and moving to stand in front of him.

“I can when you fucking don’t hurry up!” He glared around the room, hustling them up. “Okay, so next Friday we need to bring another A game, we’re getting motherfucking starred.” A feral grin spread over his features as the others gaped. “Good job everyone, you didn’t fuck it up and I’m proud of everyone, even if I can’t stand half of you.”

“Ah, the true essence of a boss.” Todoroki nodded in agreeance. “Truly inspiring.”

“I feel more motivated than ever.” Shinso mused sarcastically, clapping along.

“Does this mean we get a raise?” Uraraka called out and he couldn’t help but flip her off. “That’s a yes in my books!”

“Shut up cheeks,” He grouched, pointing to his idiot Sous-chef. “You.”

Midoriya visibly flinched at the word before stealing himself and squaring his shoulders.

“I’m gonna let you make a lame ass speech because you fucking did a shit ton for this.” Bakugo smirked, stepping off the chair. “And I know you like to fucking ramble on. You have two minutes.”

Watching him scramble to the makeshift podium was fucking hilarious, but once he was there. he did a long assed speech of determination and being the best he could be and blah, blah fucking blah.

Everyone seemed to be relatively inspired and started clapping after he’d finished as if he were at some sort of award ceremony. There was a split second of shock though, when the stupid half-half bastard held out his hand for the idiot to take, helping him off the chair.

Then they were staring grossly into each other’s eyes. It was almost fucking gag worthy. He couldn’t help but scrunch his nose up slightly at the next public display of affection whereby love was professed and saliva was shared.

Watching other people kiss was gross. Especially like that.

At least when he did it with his own boyfriend, they were sexy.

Everyone else seemed to think it was the best shit ever though, so he let it happen because really, it was about fucking time.

By the time he made it home, the exhaustion of the day kicked in. Kirishima was sitting on the couch, controller in hand, squinting at the television with his tongue out.

“What are you doing?” Bakugo asked, frowning at the screen.

“Trying to beat your high score.” Kirishima shrugged, glancing up at him with a cheeky grin.

“Trying.” He huffed out, amused by the notion. With a yawn, he padded across to the couch and all but threw himself onto it, working his way in under one of Kirishima’s arms. The redhead conceded to him quickly, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“Want to watch a movie?” Kirishima asked after a few more minutes of trying and failing at the game.

“Gotta cook dinner.” He yawned, half stretching and closing his eyes.

“No you don’t, we can order in like normal people.” Kirishima pointed out and he couldn’t help but make a face. “Come on babe, live on the wild side. You’re tired.”

“Don’t want to risk the food poisoning.” He grunted, snuggling in further.

“Pizza.” Kirishima whispered into his ear, as if that would be tempting. “Delicious. Cheesy. I know a great place, really good… It’s small and family owned.”

“You’re not going to stop until we order it?” He cocked an eye open to look at him. Kirishima shook his head, pulling out his phone. “Fine, but if you kill my stomach lining, I won’t fucking forgive you.”

“Promise I won’t.” Kirishima beamed, tugging him in closer and showing the menu. “I can’t make love to you if you’re sick.”

“Gross.” He scrunched his nose. “Just say ‘fuck’ like a normal person.”

“Oh, light of my life,” Teasing prick. “What we do isn’t as crass as that. We’re in love.”  

“Sometimes it’s as crass as that.” He replied, tapping at the screen to a random pizza that didn’t actually look terrible. Spicy. “The first time was.”

“How?” There was a few clicks of other random pizzas and food items. “It was on the fluffy mat in front of the fire, that’s romantic.”

“If you say so.” Bakugo shrugged, causing Kirishima to poke him in the ribs in protest. “Fine, whatever. Romantic.” That seemed to satisfy Kirishima enough to place the order.

“So how did everyone take the news?” Kirishima asked, biting into a meat monstrosity that was trying to pass for pizza. Bakugo was sure that it was enough to give someone a coronary. Still, Kirishima was loving it and he didn’t want to ruin it for him. Besides the pizza wasn’t terrible. The sauce was homemade, the dough too. It had a good balance of ingredients… save the everything animal pizza his boyfriend was eating. All in all, it was pretty acceptable and he wasn’t hating it. Which was a first for cheaper takeout.

“Deku and the other candy cane wanker got so excited they confessed and sucked face in front of everyone.” He bit into the pizza to stop himself from gagging. “Fucking disgusting.”

“Why is that disgusting?” Kirishima asked, tilting his head curiously. “They love each other.”

“I love you but I don’t fucking stick my tongue in your mouth in public.” They both had some self-control in that department. “And neither of them look this good.” He gestured between them and Kirishima barked out a laugh.

“Didn’t Todoroki used to be a model?”

“Fuck off, he did one shoot to advertise perfume.” Bakugo rolled his eyes. “I’ve done more shit than that for my parents.” As soon as he’d said it, he regretted it because Kirishima’s eyes were gleaming.

“You did what, exactly?” The redhead pressed, looking was too fucking excited.

“Nothing.” He shot out quickly, stuffing pizza in his mouth. “Forget it.”

“No, what did you do, Katsuki?”

“My parents work in the fashion industry, idiot.” Bakugo was blushing fiercely. “Sometimes I’d just… wear the clothes and then the pictures would end up in magazines… whatever. They paid me. It’s how I bought my first set of knives.”

“Wait… do you have these pictures anywhere?” Bakugo glared and took a bite of a new slice of pizza. “Fine, I’ll just ask your parents.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Oh, he was going to dare alright. Once Kirishima got an idea in his head, he was going to pursue it.

“How old were you?” Kirishima asked, blatantly ignoring his warning.

“Sixteen.” He had been really set on the kitchen knives, to outdo the other extras in his class. He wanted to be the best with the best shit. Sue him.

“Trust you to buy a bunch of knives with your pocket money.” Kirishima shook his head with a small little grin. “I used to just buy snacks. There was one time I did buy a wig because I had to shave my hair off, but it was itchy.”

“Bet you looked fine with out it.” He offered, grabbing Kirishima’s free hand and squeezing it. Kirishima gave a small smile before squeezing back.

“This is nice.” The redhead mentioned after a minute. Bakugo nodded in agreeance. “I’m still gonna ask your parents for photo’s though.”

~

He didn’t know why the fuck he agreed to it. He hated going to anything social with people drinking all around him, and yet somehow here he fucking was. In a classy, uptown bar where the staff wore suits and bought out complimentary first rounds just because Uraraka had flashed her cleavage in their direction. They had all wanted to celebrate their success and had all but begged him to come out. He wasn’t going to, but then Kirishima’s friends also wanted to celebrate Kirishima’s news and the redhead offered to do something together. When they realised where everyone had organised it was too late to change it. Kirishima offered for them to stay home, but it was his night too and Bakugo wanted to be supportive of that.

Bakugo visibly bristled when something that smelled ridiculously fruity was pushed his way. Nobody thought anything of it though, because it was such a fucking stupid drink that it was an easy pass. No, his poison was always the fucking scotch. Smooth, easy to drink. Fuck. His throat tightened at the thought.

Although it had been six years of sobriety, it had been a long and hard process getting there. Part of that had been actively avoiding places of temptation. I.e. places that had people drinking all around him. It was worse when they inevitably tried to peer pressure him, because despite everyone saying it’s fine not to drink, once they were happy enough, they always encouraged it. It was only a matter of time really.

In the two years he spent drinking and becoming completely dependent on it, his life had been in shambles. His restaurant was in its early stages and it had been stressful, but he was lucky that he was pretty high functioning… until he wasn’t. He’d pushed his friends and family away. He’d pass out every night from drinking too much. He’d wake up in the morning, in the gross clothes from the night before and bad breath, craving more. He’d tried to quit on so many occasions with no success. He’d just develop withdrawal symptoms and cave into doing it all again. There were times he just considered ending it all, but he’d drink those thoughts away and forget about it.

He remembered when Deku had locked him in his office for the night after he’d almost set the kitchen and himself alight, he’d been so fucking wasted. He’d just fallen asleep on the couch after stealing the cooking sherry, when the green haired man walked in, pulled up a chair in front of him and just stared for a moment, deliberating what to say. He’d yelled some pretty horrible things at him, he never meant them but they had been fucking terrible. He couldn’t even remember to feel shit about it at the time.

“You need help.” Were the words he woke up to. “You can’t drink your life away. Not when you’ve accomplished this much.”

“Shut it nerd, ‘m fine.” He mumbled back, a wave of nausea hitting him and suggesting he’d gone over his normal peak.

“How long have you been drinking like this?” Bakugo just shrugged at the question. “How many do you have in a day?”

“Bol’ scotch.” He admitted with a nonchalant look. “Sometime wine. Sometimes beer. Whatever.” There was a long, lingering pause between them.

“I’ve called your parents.” Midoirya stated boldly. “I’m going to drive you home and they’ll meet us there.”

“Fuck you!” He sat up so fast his head spun. “Why the fuck would you do that?”

“Because this restaurant is your dream and you’re throwing it away for an addiction.” Midoriya answered simply. “I won’t let you do it.”  

“You should just let me die.” He bit back with self-loathing. “Then you can take over like you want an' fucking just live without me!”

“That’s not what I want.” The guy replied calmly. “I’m you friend. I care about you. Just let me help.” After a long pause of glaring and deliberation, his knuckles whitening around the bottle, he let out a helpless sob.

He knew it was a problem. He just didn’t know how to stop it.

When the other had held out a hand for him to take, he ignored it, pushing to his feet instead and downed whatever was left in the bottle.

“Fucking fine.”

By the time he'd gotten home, he stumbled inside and practically passed out on the couch. A few hours later he awoke with a massive headache and people talking in his kitchen. With a squint and a frown, he’d hauled himself up to glare. His eyes met with the three in the kitchen, who were making coffee and clearly discussing a fucking game plan. His eyes narrowed at his mother who had been the first to walk over to him, slamming a cup of coffee into his hands.

And then it began.

“We’re worried about you.”

“You have a problem.”

“We want to help you.”

They all sat in Bakugo’s lounge with him crying and ashamed of everything, listening to all the ways they were worried or concerned and what he’d done to himself and them as a result.

“We found you a place in a 60 day program.” His mother stated, stroking his hair gently as she hugged him on the couch. It was weirdly affectionate. “We’d like for you to go. Get better. It starts in two days. I’ll drive you there myself.”

“I’ll take care of the restaurant.” Midorya told him. “I’ll tell them you went on a trip, nothing more.”

“Please son, we need you healthy.” His father pleaded.

“Okay.” It was an easy concede. “I don’t wanna do this anymore.” And he really fucking didn’t.

So he did the damn program, he kicked ass at it and never looked back, but part of that wasn’t subjecting himself to bars and social gatherings like this shit. Kirishima must have been zoned into him because he squeezed his hand and smiled.

“You okay?” He whispered quickly and he nodded a stiff nod. “It’ll be okay. We don’t need to drink to have fun.”

“You’re not drinking?” He asked, a little surprised. “You can if you want. I’m not stopping you or whatever.”

“Unity babe.” He smiled with a kiss to his temple. “It’s something I can live without and I’m supporting you.”

“So what, when you go to weddings or parties or whatever, you’re just not going to?” He asked with a little frown.

“It’s not like I could ever drink before when I was sick.” He shrugged. “It’s not something I did often and I don’t need it. It’s a choice I get to make and I’m making it to support you.”

“What the hell did I do in life to fucking deserve you?” Bakugo sighed, relaxing slightly. He could do it. He would be okay with Kirishima here.

“Uhhhh you existed and you looked pretty doing it?” He chatted back, squeezing his hand again.

“Can we just skip this shit and go home?” He sighed, looking at the stupid table full of their combined friends. “We can make out in the hot-tub. I know you like that.”

“Give it an hour and then we can go home and do whatever you want.” Kirishima hummed into his ear, kissing the tender part of his neck.

“Okay.” It was getting easier and easier by the second.

“BUT…” Kirishima grabbed his chin and forced him to face him. “If you’re really not comfortable, just say the word and we’ll go.”

“’Ts fine.” He shook his head. “An hour.”

By the time Midoriya and Todoroki made an appearance, the green haired man seemed surprised to see him there.

“Are you okay being here?” He asked lowly out of concern to which Bakugo rolled his eyes and waved him off. “I didn’t realise you’d want to come… I should have suggested…”

“Shut it, Deku. I said it’s fine.” He growled, sipping at the diet coke he’d ordered. “It’s a fucking virgin, like you.” Kirishima snorted into his drink and Midoriya blushed furiously. Interesting.

Next, Kirishima’s loud friends arrived, shouting the place down with no sense of fucking decorum. The look on Shinso’s face when he spotted Kaminari was both hilarious and so worth coming. Clearly nobody had told him and that made it funnier. He paled ten times whiter than normal and visibly started sweating when the blonde outwardly ignored him. Kaminari was a fucking bitch and he loved every moment of it.

As the night wore on, everyone became progressively drunker bar the two of them. Kirishima, despite not drinking, still seemed to match everyone’s energy and it was honestly impressive. He lasted more than an hour and he had to admit he wasn’t even that bothered by everyone. If anything, he was having a good time.

Taking a gulp of the drink he’d just ordered, he stilled and then he spat it straight the fuck back out and pushed it away.

“What’s wrong?” Kirishima asked, noticing how fucking stressed he now looked. He shook his head, guilt and shame suddenly plaguing every ounce of him. It had been over six fucking years and that was ruined by some fucking incompetent bar tender that couldn’t get an order right.

“It had scotch in it.” He swallowed harshly. “I can’t… fuck. I can’t …” Bakugo pulled at his hair, spiralling.

“Babe, look at me.” Kirishima ordered, taking his wrist and turning Bakugo towards him. He hesitantly met the redhead’s eyes. “It’s okay, it doesn’t count. You didn’t drink it, alright? It doesn’t count.”

“It’s been six fucking years, Eijiro!” He snarled, pain and frustration causing him to clench his jaw. “I fucking failed and now I have to start that fucking count all over again!” The table didn’t really seem to notice his little outburst, save Midoriya who was looking at him with concern and fucking pity.

“Katsuki, listen to me.” Kirshima placed a hand on his cheek, firm and steady. “It was an accident. You don’t lose everything you worked for just because you tasted something by accident.”

“I need to go.” He abruptly stood, causing the others to protest. Kirishima was on his feet next, shrugging into his jacket.

“Don’t go!” Uraraka called with a drunken smile plastered to her face. “I don’t know what the deal is but you could use a drink to loosen you up!”

“No, I couldn’t.” He answered, grabbing his own jacket from Kirishima’s outstretched hand. “You don’t have to come. Stay and enjoy yourself.”

“Come on man, I ordered shots!” Kaminari grinned stupidly from his seat. “Try one, you might find you like it.”

“Denki…” Kirishima warned, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “Drop it.”

“I just don’t get why you’re both leaving because Katsuki’s drink was wrong.” Mina frowned. “Like just order the right one. Maybe get something stronger.”

“Fucking just shut it!” He yelled at the group.

“Alright guys, let’s just drop it.” Midoriya chimed in quickly, knowing better. “Clearly he’s uncomfortable. Let’s just respect boundaries.”

“Boundaries?” Uraraka waved nonchalantly. “Katsuki is being a lil bitch because his order was wrong.”

“I don’t drink.” He spat out angrily. “I can’t fucking drink!”

“Why, you’re not sick and it’s not like you’re an alcoholic or anything.” Silence settled over the table as he grit his teeth before turning and stalking out of the bar.

“Mina.” Kirishima hissed with a shake of his head before following him. Well they certainly fucking knew now. He didn't want to wait for the inevitable reaction. 

Kirishima didn’t deserve the silent treatment he was bestowed for the ride home. He didn’t deserve the lack of communication as he stormed to the shower and locked the redhead out. And he certainly didn’t deserve to clean up the several shattered glasses he’d broken out of frustration, anger and embarrassment. Still, he dutifully just went about his lot for the night, accepting that it was something he needed to process.

“I love you, Kats.” Kirishima told him softly, running his fingers through his hair gently. “Just tell me if you need anything, okay?”

“I need to go to my parents.” He blurted out quickly, not even considering the time.

“It’s past midnight babe.” Kirishima pointed out, eyeing the clock. When he got up to get his shoes, Kirishima sighed and conceded. “Okay, I’ll drive you.”

Banging on the door of his childhood home, he felt almost frantic. When his mother answered the door with a glare, he almost felt relief. Her face quickly morphed to something of concern as she took in his ruffled appearance and batshit crazy eyes.

“What’s going on?” She frowned, noticing Kirishima in the background who was looking reasonably pained and apologetic for the outburst and clear violation of etiquette.

“I fucked up!” He half yelled, the guilt and anxiety finally getting to him as he burst into fucking tears. Fuck. He was a mess. “I didn’t mean to.”

“Okay, get the fuck inside before the neighbours complain about some shithead wailing the street down.” He was hardly wailing, but still, he ventured forth into the house with Kirishima hot on his heels, not really sure how to help. “Now what the hell is going on?”

His father shuffled tiredly from the kitchen, tightening his dressing gown and letting out a yawn.

“I’ve put the kettle on.” He informed them all calmly, sitting on the side of the couch. The three of them proceeded to watch him pace until his parents looked at Kirishima for answers when it was obvious he wasn't going to give any.

“We were out with friends and colleagues,” The redhead explained when Bakugo made no attempt to even engage any further. “They accidently gave him a drink with scotch in it. He spat it out, but he’s kinda been spiraling since.” His parents looked between them, seemingly confused for a second before they looked at each other.

“Katsuki.” His mother sighed, rubbing her temples. “That doesn’t count. You didn’t drink it. You didn’t even fucking order it. What’s the deal?”

“The fucking deal is that I wanted to!” He snapped out, frustrated at the fact nobody seemed to understand that part of it. “I tasted it and I craved it and it feels like shit that I can’t control the stupid part of me that wants it so fucking bad!”

“But you did control it, son.” His father stated, patience flowing out of him in abundance. “You stopped yourself and you alone did that. You’ve come a long way and you should be proud of that. We both are.”

“I hate this goddamn feeling.” He bit out, trying to contain his tears and frustration.

“You’ve had a lot of stress recently.” His mother pointed out, moving over to rub his back. “You always feel a little out of control when you’re stressed. Tonight triggered you and that’s okay. You didn’t act on anything. Feeling guilty or ashamed isn’t going to help you.”

“What the fuck do you want me to do then?” He snapped, not pulling away from the touch.

“Forgive yourself.” His father told him from the arm rest he’d just repositioned himself on. “Accept that it happened and make peace with it.”

“Focus on the good shit brat.” His mother flicked him in the forehead gently. “You’re the owner of a three starred restaurant. You own your own house. You have friends. And you have a healthy, supportive boyfriend that is so clearly in love with you he’d even risk waking your parents at one fucking am just so you could sort your shit out.”

He glanced over to Kirishima who was standing in the entrance of the lounge room, looking worried and awkward. He waved like a fucking dork upon receiving the attention which caused Bakugo to snort out a laugh.

“It’s okay to struggle.” She continued with her lecture. “Just like it’s okay to ask for help. I’m glad you feel safe coming to us.” Bakugo swallowed harshly and looked between his parents before nodding a thanks. Maybe he just needed to hear it was okay from them, after fucking everything they’d done for him. Suddenly, he didn’t feel so heightened. He had support.

“Just.. fuckin’ didn’t wanna let you down or whatever.” He grumbled out; eyes now fixated on the floor. “Not after the all shit you did for me the first time.”

“We are fuckin’ proud of you kid,” His mother pulled him into an awkward hug that was probably uncomfortable for the both of them really. “You’ve never let us down.”

Somehow, he wasn’t sure if that was really true. He’d felt like he had back then. He’d let himself down, so there was no way they hadn’t been disappointed in him. It was just lucky he was their kid and they loved him or whatever. He lived with that guilt every day. He didn’t ever want to hurt them. And now that he had Kirishima, he didn’t want to hurt or disappoint him either.

By the time they’d all sat down for tea and a midnight snack, Bakugo was fucking exhausted down to his bones. His core was sluggish after all the damn emotions he managed to feel in one damn night.

“Okay, I’m going back to bed.” His mother yawned obnoxiously before turning to him and his boyfriend. “You two bunk up in the spare room. It’s too late and you both look fucking wrecked.”

“Thank you.” Kirishima smiled thankfully at them. “I really appreciate it.” Bakugo knew it was for more than just offering the bed.

“Get some sleep.” His father nodded, before following his wife up the stars to bed. With a sigh, he forced himself up, holding his hand out to Kirishima who took it instantly. They silently made their way to his old bedroom. It was lucky they’d bought him a big enough bed when he was growing up. It came in handy for times like this.

“Is this your old bedroom?” Kirishima asked, looking around with a smile on his face. It was decked out in black and orange with a few trophies scattered on top of his book shelf. There was an old drum kit in the corner and a desk covered in hero stickers. “It’s so you. I didn’t know you played the drums.”

“I do a lot of things.” He shrugged, pulling the covers back on the bed. “I cook, I play drums, I become a raging alcoholic and disappoint the people who love me.”

“Kats, you’re sober. Nobody is disappointed.” Kirishima pointed out tiredly, rubbing a hand over his face. “I get you feel shit about what happened. I was there. I saw how devastated and stressed you were over it, but you’re stronger than this.”

“What if I’m not?” He asked, climbing into bed and staring at him. “What if I fail?”

“But you are and you won’t.” Kirishima told him forcibly. “I know who you are. Giving up isn’t what you do.”

“So you’re saying that if I fail and fuck up, you won’t love me anymore?” He knew he was skewing his words a lot, but he was fucking upset and tired.

“I told you at the start Katsuki that your past doesn’t change how I feel about you.” Kirishima told him boldly, not putting up with his shit anymore. Apparently, he’d had enough of the self-pity. “Nothing about my feelings for you are conditional; I already love every version of you. I get tonight was shit and it was hard, but you don’t get to say crap like that just to test me and justify your self-pity.”

They looked at each other for a long time before Bakugo sighed heavily and nodded, holding out his hand for the other. Kirishima quickly turned off the light before taking his hand, once again without hesitation. Once they were huddled together, facing each other and sharing the same breath, Bakugo traced the other’s jaw with his finger.

“I love you.” He whispered, desperate and honest. Bearing it fucking all. “I don’t want to fuck this up but I’m fucking scared I will lose control one day.”

“Baby, we got this, okay?” Kirishima reassured him gently. “If that happens, you’re gonna fight and kick its ass and I’ll be there every step of the way. Me and you. Just like you were willing to see me at my worst, I’m willing to do the same for you. This is a partnership after all.”

“You’re an idiot.” He huffed a laugh, just as Kirishima rolled him onto his back and repositioned himself on top.

“So you say.” He grinned, nuzzling his nose into his neck before placing a kiss to his pulse point. “Now shut up so I can kiss you senseless. There’s no way I’m passing up the opportunity to make out with you in your old bedroom.”

“Idiot.” He grinned, hands trailing down his arms.

“If only teenage me could see me now.” Kirishima teased a kiss over his lips. “Making out with my super-hot boyfriend in his bedroom while his parents are asleep in the next room.”

“Living the fucking dream.” Lips pressed to his, gently coaxing every ounce of stress out of him.

“I always had a thing for fiery blondes.”

“Really?” Bakugo asked, smashing their mouths back together for a deep kiss. “Muscly idiots were more my scene.”  

“I wish we had each other back then.” Kirishima told him, gently fingering the hair at his temple. It was so damn loving it almost made his heart burst. “I would have loved you so much.” They kissed again, slower this time, communicating everything they didn’t know how to say.

“Thank you for tonight.” Bakugo whispered a little while later, his head planted on Kirishima’s chest and listening to his steady heartbeat. Kirishima pressed a kiss to his hair in response, before they finally let themselves fall to sleep.

Chapter Text

To say he was embarrassed was a fucking understatement. Not that his boyfriend acted like he should be embarrassed with how handsy he was being. Too bad he felt like a fucking idiot and refused to indulge him for once. He had just outed himself out as a fucking alcoholic, sober sure, but still. Now everybody knew and he’d have to face the stupid questions and the pity. He hated it. The implication of being weak. The stupid wide eyes full of fucking support. Gross. 

“Well, if we’re not going to do anything can we go out?” Kirishima asked, seemingly bored, nudging the mat by the coffee table just to flip the corner. It was both unnecessary and infuriating.

“You can.” Bakugo huffed, aggressively kicking the corner back into place before stalking to the kitchen… not like his happy place helped anyway. He didn’t even want to fucking cook.

“Let’s go hike or something.” Kirishima tried again, all upbeat and positive and shit. He turned to face him on the couch, not even slightly phased. “Or if it’s too late to do that, we could go do something relaxing, like the hot springs?”

“Stop.” He growled out, pressing his eyes into the heels of his hands. “If you want to go do something, then go. I’m not stopping you.”

"But I want to do something with you." He chimed back, his gaze never leaving him. 

"Eijiro." It was a warning, but clearly not one Kirishima was going to take on.

“You’re being ridiculous.” Kirishima decided to change tactics and it certainly made him shoot an intense glare his way. Still fucking nothing. No reaction other than a small smile when their eyes met. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed by and locking yourself up in here isn’t going to help. Besides I’m bored.”

“Then go out.” He snapped with the full force of his glare penetrating into the other. “I’m not your fucking baby sitter.”

“Are you still feeling out of control?” Kirishima ignored his jibe, moving to the kitchen and into his space. Bakugo couldn’t quite tell him to leave either. Not when he was the only source of comfort and quite willing to put up with his terrible mood. Poor fucker. With a pout, he attempted to ignore him. The space he would concede to, the talking not so much." “Because if you are, there are things we can do that might help.”

“Like what?” God, he sounded like a fucking brat.

“Well, we can clean the house?” Kirishima offered, deliberating. It wasn’t fucking messy, but he seemed to be drawing on advice so Bakugo listened with a calculating, thoughtful frown. “Or you can teach me how to cook something?”

“I don’t feel like cooking.” He admitted tightly. It was strange, but he didn’t want his mood to seep into his kitchen and into his food. Kirishima finally attempted to touch his shoulders, massaging gently. He didn’t shrug him off, relaxing if only slightly, into the touch.

“Meditation and exercise were my next suggestions but you already kind of shot them down.” Kirishima grinned, not even slightly annoyed by his attitude and mood. “Unless what you really need is space, which if that is the case I can go home.” That was the last thing he actually wanted. He was super sure of that at least, even if he was acting like an asshole. At least the other was patient and understanding.

“Fine, lets go hiking.” He sighed looking out to where the sun was and leaning into the touch some more. Maybe he should have just conceded to the hike in the first place. It did always relax him.

It took a while for him to feel sane. They were about an hour and a half into the hike before his chest stopped constricting and he could breathe again. Finally, he was able to relax.  

Kirishima was chatting away about absolutely fuck all behind him, but he wasn’t really listening. He didn’t think he was really meant to be anyway.

The air and the sun were way too nice. It smelled like fresh pine and blossoming flowers mixed in with wet dirt and water. It felt good to stretch his legs out. It was almost euphoric.

Kirishima continued to prattle about something ridiculous, laughing every so often. Bakugo wondered if he ever knew how to be silent, but then thought better about it because he liked his voice. He liked that he filled every fucking gap with chatter. Maybe it was just because he’d been sick for so long and liked company… or maybe it was just who he was as a person, but Bakugo never wanted him to change. He felt at ease with Kirishima there, talking at him. It was like the man knew exactly how to ground him and he couldn’t help but think how crazy it was to be able to fall in love with the same person so many times over. Because he had, every fucking day.

With a contented sigh, he perched himself on top of a large rock, dangling his feet off the edge. It was tall enough for Kirishima to slot between his legs and obscure his view with his fucking toothy smile and bright as fuck hair. Grabbing his chin between his thumb and finger, he tilted the redhead’s chin up towards him.

“Your hair is so fucking bright it’s scaring off the wildlife.” He retorted instead of the sweet nothings that had initially run through his head. Then he pulled him in for a soft, lingering kiss. “Don’t change.”

“Is this your way of thanking me for being annoyingly persistent with my love this morning?” Kirishima asked, his hands resting firmly on Bakugo’s thighs. They gave a small squeeze.

“Fuck no.” He smirked, flicking him in the forehead. “That comes later. When I get you out of those ugly fucking clothes.” He didn’t actually have a single problem with today’s outfit, but he just wanted to tease.

“This sweater is yours.” Kirishima laughed, only allowing himself to shut up with a kiss. “Actually this whole outfit is yours.”

“Looks better on me.” It didn’t, but he wasn’t going to let him win. “Love you.”

“Soft boyfriend is one of my favourites.” Kirishima told him, suddenly melting into him, his arms resting over his shoulders as he pressed their foreheads together. They stayed like that for a long moment.

“Tell anyone and I will have to kill you.” He warned, allowing for one more kiss before pushing him back. “Come on, we gotta make it to the look-out before it gets too late.”

“Okay!” He sounded way too enthusiastic to see the view, but maybe he just wanted to make out by the view. Either way, he could indulge it.

“So I know you might not want to hear it…” Kirishima hesitated, phone in his hand after insisting on taking a thousand selfies at the top of the lookout. “But Mina texted me an apology because she didn’t have your number. She feels like a right piece of shit.”

“Yeah, dunce face messaged me this morning.” He shrugged, looking out to the view. It was easy to pretend nothing could get to him up here. “Ignored it.”

“They all feel really bad, I don’t think anyone meant what they said.” His boyfriend sighed, resting on the railing that stood between them and a dramatic, cataclysmic fall. How poignant that it should reflect what he was feeling. “They didn’t know and if they had I think they would have been more respectful.”

“T’s not even the problem.” Bakugo frowned hard out to the horizon. “There wouldn’t even be a fucking problem if I wasn’t a self-destructive failure that could control myself.”

“Babe, you know that’s not how addiction works.” He was glad Kirishima wasn’t touching him in that moment because he sure as wouldn’t know how to have this conversation if he were being sympathetic and loving. “You don’t always recognise there’s a problem straight away. If I know you well enough, it probably started off as stress relief.”

This isn’t something he did. He didn’t talk about the struggle with anyone. Not how it started, not how he felt doing it. Nothing. It felt oddly settling talking about it now though. It was like he could finally let someone see his more vulnerable side. It was almost freeing in a way.

“I did it because I wasn’t coping with shit that went down.” He admitted without thinking about it. “I was in the process of opening up my restaurant. I was short a couple hundred bucks on the fittings for the kitchen and the guy threatened to call the cops unless I paid him in other ways.”

“Please tell me you didn’t.” Kirishima’s eyes darkened as he looked at him.

“Fuck no.” He pulled a face of disgust. “Who the fuck do you think I am?”

“Not a man that would trade favours like that for payment.” Kirishima told him earnestly.

“I told him to get fucked and go to hell.” He remembered it clear as day, he’d almost spat the words in his face. “He didn’t call the cops, but he did get a group of his extras to take me on night. They dragged me to an ally and beat the absolute shit out of me. Choked me out. I thought I was gonna die, told me they’d finish the job if I went and reported it.”

He’d thought he’d seen all of Kirishima’s expressions, but this down-right murderous rage was a new one.

“It’s whatever.” Bakugo shrugged. “After that, the booze. Helped with the nightmares.”  

“In what fucking world is that just whatever?” Kirishima was downright livid. “And you didn’t even tell anyone!”

“Because, I am always the one that had shit sorted.” He shrugged. “I have a fucking game plan; I win and I’m successful. People don’t care what happens to me because I’m as asshole that just deals with shit. They probably think I deserved it. I don’t like the looks of fucking pity I get for having a problem. I should be able to deal with it.”

“You went through something traumatic and you dealt with it by drinking.” Bakugo had never really thought of it as a trauma before. “Nobody deserves that. Babe, people don’t pity you. That’s what caring looks like.”

“It happened years ago.” He shrugged finally, taking a breath. “I’m fine now. I don’t have nightmares. I don’t shit myself walking to my car. I think I got over it but kept the addiction, but I’m sober now. It’s done.”

“So, why does it bother you to tell people if it’s so done?” Kirishima asked gently, moving to tuck his hair behind his ear like the loving boyfriend he was.

“Embarrassment.” He shrugged, meeting Kirishima’s gaze. “Don’t like that I have a weakness or something I can’t control.”

“Your past… your struggle… it just makes you strong.” Kirishima reassured, linking their fingers together. “You have nothing to feel embarrassed about.”

“Easy for you to fucking say.” He mumbled, smashing his face into Kirishima’s chest. “You’re the damn sun.”

“You only feel that way because you love me.” Kirishima hummed, pressing his lips to Bakugo’s hair. He didn’t dispute the comment. “Thank you for telling me. Trusting me. I know it’s hard for you to be vulnerable and I really appreciate it.”

“Only you.” He whispered against his chest, warm and comforting. “Cause you don’t make me feel less or some shit.”

“You know, when I decided I was ready to fall in love I don’t think anything could have prepared me for the feelings I have for you.” Kirishima told him; his arms braced around him firmly. “I will always care what happens to you Katsuki, because I love you more than anything in this world.”

“You’re an idiot.” Bakugo smiled at the proclamation. “I love you, too.”

~~~

“I am so sorry.” Uraraka told him Monday night, looking at her feet. “I had no idea and I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable.”

“And this conversation is meant to make it more comfortable?” He shot back quickly, pulling out the ingredients for prep.

“Well, no but I just wanted to apologise and make sure you knew that no-one is judging you or pitying you and before you say you don’t think that, I’ve known you for fifteen years so don’t even try to bullshit me.” She rambled out, almost on par with Midoriya.

“Still doesn’t make me want to have this fucking conversation.” He expressed, shutting down the conversation. “Words mean shit, cheeks. Just act fucking normal or whatever.”

“It was around the time you opened this place, wasn’t it?” She pressed, ignoring his boundaries. “Izuku knew, didn’t he?”

“Nice, it’s fucking awesome that you know how to respect boundaries.” He replied sarcastically, wanting nothing but to fucking disappear into the wall.

“Well, okay.” She finally let it go. “Sorry again.”

“Whatever.” He brushed off only to turn around and come face to face with one pissed off looking bartender. “What?”

“No heads up, no warning?” Shinso replied, looking like he was about to pop an aneurism. “I had to sit there for hours acting like I wasn’t uncomfortable and he just ignored me.”

“How the hell is that my problem?” Apparently, he was responsible for other peoples fucking actions now. “Maybe you shouldn’t be such a wanker about it.”

“You don’t think I’m trying?” Well, that was a new one. Usually he just sat there bitching about his issues without so much of a demonstration of doing anything productive to fix it.

“Unlikely.” Bakugo responded, turning to select a knife best suited for fast chopping.

“I’m going to therapy.” He hissed under his breath so only Bakugo could hear him. “I’m trying to work out my shit to, you know. Be good enough.”

“Good.” He answered blandly, like it almost didn’t matter. “Dunce face deserves more than your bullshit.”

“Wait… I thought you hated everyone?” He cocked an eyebrow in his direction. “Well, everyone but Kirishima.”

“None of you would have fucking jobs.” Bakugo responded, not even bothering to look up. “Now get the fuck out of the kitchen and go do yours.”

“I will after I say this one last thing.” He told him with intense eyes. “I respect your boundaries and recognise it might not be something you like to discuss, but I understand how easy it is to spiral out of control. Your dedication and strength are admirable. I hope you know that.”

“You’re right, I don’t want to talk about it.” He answered, turning his back so he couldn't see the embarrassment on his face. “But thanks or whatever. Now get back to work.”

“Yes boss.” He saluted like a sarcastic idiot before stalking off and finally giving him some damn peace.

~~~

“Eijiro, why the fuck are my towels red?” Bakugo yelled from the bathroom after their morning workout session, holding up one of his fluffy, expensive as shit towels and glaring at the stain on it.

“Shit, I thought I was safe.” Kirishima responded, sticking his head through the door and taking in the stain. “I had my roots done after work yesterday.”

“And you used my good towels?” It was a lecture fit for a toddler. “Why?”

“Because… what’s mine is yours?” Bakugo rolled his eyes and grabbed the other towel that was also, somehow fucking stained. “I’ll buy you some more, promise.” Kirishima followed him to the laundry with his empty promises.

“It’s fine.” He sighed, shoving them in the machine and throwing in a heap of the stain lifting shit he’d bought since he’d started dating the redhead. After losing three good towels and a good pair of sheets, he always added it to his weekly shopping list. “Just part of dating you and your stupid hair. Fuckin’ stains.”

“Stains?” He giggled like a two-year-old, wrapping his arms around his waist and sitting his chin down on his shoulder. He merely grunted out a yes before he was being peppered in kisses. It was fucking ridiculous but he loved it, even if he didn’t say it out loud.

There was something so… domestic about it. It gave him an idea, weather it was a good one or not, he’d have to wait and see.

~~~

Friday approached quickly as Bakugo prepared a specialised menu for the night. Explosion! was already booked out to max capacity for the starring and he had a wait list the length of fucking Japan for the next ten months. Being booked out was a good thing, but he had never expected to have a wait list that far in advance. Someone had even enquired about the damn fucking Christmas menu the other day, like he had any idea of what he was going to prepare for it. He always kept a table open for friends and family too; that only ever got filled when he confirmed nobody would be eating there that week.

Kirishima’s favourite spot had been reserved for him and the three parents that joined him for the night. His boyfriend was much more chipper this time around and had dressed pretty damn appropriate – mainly because he’d run out of clean clothes and hadn’t had time to get anything from his apartment, so he’d settled for wearing clothes out of Bakugo’s wardrobe. The white button down looked fucking phenomenal on him. The slacks were slightly tight, but damn did it make his ass look good. Even the navy blazer hugged his shoulders just right and he was kind of living for it. It was fucking awesome they had similar sizes because this sharing clothes business was the fucking shit. Even his own mother had done a double take. He looked that good.

By the time the actual awarding happened, a microphone was shoved in his hand to make a speech that he was clearly un prepared for. A speech hadn’t been a thing the last two times he’d been awarded, but apparently it was a big deal now and he had to fucking improvise.

“I… uh,” Fuck, he didn’t know how to do this without swearing. He looked over to Kirishima who gave an encouraging nod and two thumbs up. God. His palms were sweating. Fuck public speaking. “I’m not good at this kinda thing. It feels good to be recognised as one of the best and I promise to keep delivering the quality to maintain this rating. Thanks to my team, I know we can explode your tastebuds.” Awkward, fucking awkward. Still, there was a small round of applause, probably out of mere obligation because the speech was shit.

Suddenly there was a quick flash that had him surprised, reminding him that there were fucking reporters there.

“Quick question:” Some journalist raised her hand and he reluctantly labelled this as the interview portion of the night. He nodded for her to continue. “How do you know if a dish will be a success?”

“I feed people for a living?” He half frowned at the comment. What sort of question was that? He then realised they were fishing for something a little bit more personable. “Test subjects, they’re sitting at that table.” Bakugo gestured over to his faithful crew. Kirishima beamed at him, waving and blowing him a stupid kiss that had him blushing. Fucking idiot.

“Who are they?” Another reporter asked, loving the energy from the table.

“Parents.” He pointed at the three sitting there, including Kirishima’s mother because well, there was no way she wasn’t staying in his damn life now. “And the one with the stupid hair is my partner.”

“In life?” Bakugo cocked an eyebrow at the question, trying to communicate how dumb it was without having to say anything. Kirishima was giggling at the exchange like a moron. He so desperately wanted to reply sarcastically but he held his tongue.

“Yes.” He stated simply, knowing the whole article was now going to be about the gay chef who ranked three stars. It added extra flavour to the damn dish. It wouldn’t be enough to call him young and successful. Not if he was also gay. Add a pinch of homosexuality and the whole fucking scoop was delicious. Not that he didn’t want to be a good influence on those that could relate to him, but it would be nice to really focus on his success and the press didn’t always deliver on that point.

He endured four more questions before excusing himself back into the safety of his kitchen. The press were like fucking vultures. One had even asked him if he had any gay ingredients in his dishes, like there was a whole isle in the grocery store exclusive to such a thing.  Welcome to the restaurant of male homosexuality, where all dishes are peppered with dick and man sweat. There was nothing quite like casual bigotry to set a mood.

After finally wrapping up for the night, Bakugo called his idiot sous-chef into the office for a chat. Midoriya looked positively concerned, muttering to himself at the possible cause of the impromptu meeting. It apparently didn’t occur to him that he was in there talking to him for five goddamn minutes before Bakugo even got a word in.

“Sit.” Bakugo gestured for the seat across from his at the desk as he sat down before linking his fingers together. The idiot did so, sitting on the edge of his seat, eyes wide and assessing. “I’m going to open another restaurant.”

The words took a second to sink in, but then the green haired moron was excitedly babbling on about how now was the time to do it and offering words of encouragement that otherwise would have annoyed him, but not tonight. Tonight he was feeling good.

“Shut-up.” He ordered, glaring at him for the briefest of moments just to intimidate. Midoriya did so immediately. “I need you to help me find someone to take over for you here.”

Midoriya frowned, seemingly confused.

“Why do you need someone to take over for me?” He asked, blinking a couple of times.

“Because I can’t run two fucking restaurants by myself.” He pointed out. “So you’re going to help me.”

“Wait, are you… promoting me?” The man asked, eyes suddenly wide and in shock.

“No, I’m just giving you a fucking chance to compete with me.” Bakugo smirked, leaning back in his chair. “It’ll be more towards the city. Not that that’s a damn issue considering you’re moving there anyway.”

“I… can’t believe you’re offering me this.” He admitted, eyes now brimming with tears. Not that it was surprising, he always fucking cried.

“Business plan.” Bakugo shrugged, handing him a printed document for him to look at. Midoriya scanned it, suddenly going very still. “Problem?”

“You… I’m confused?” He admitted, grappling through the papers again. “This suggests co-ownership of the new restaurant?”

“And?”

“Are you serious?” He asked, eyes flicking to his, trying to detect a lie or a joke. He found nothing of the sort.

“It’s an offer I can fucking take off the table if you’re going to be all emotional about it.” Bakugo huffed, unable to help the small grin that slipped through.

“Kachaan, you can’t just drop something like this on me and not expect me to be happy about it!” And before he knew it, the papers were slammed down and he was around the desk pulling him into a damn hug. Gross. “I would love to do this with you! It means a lot that you would consider me for such an endeavor! I am honoured.”

“Ah shit, get off me.” He pushed the man back and shook his head. “Just say yes and get the fuck out of my office.”

“Yes!” He was way too excited for his own good. Was the damn idiot seriously his best fucking friend? God help him.

~~~

“Katsuki, can you come here please?” Bakugo rolled his eyes at the request, shoving the food in front of the cat before following his boyfriend’s voice into the office. What the fuck he was doing in there was anyone’s guess.

“What do you…” He came to a full stop by the door, taking in the scene before him. He was pretty sure his pupils dilated one thousand fucking percent. Even his throat went dry at the sight. Was his breathing also a little heavier? Yes. It was pathetic, but fuck. He’d never been more appreciative of anything in his life. Now, Kirishima was a good-looking man to start with. He was all muscles and cheeky smiles with bedroom eyes and a tan. Kirishima in glasses was all that on fucking steroids.

There he was, leaning casually against the desk, his hair tied back with some loose strands framing his face. His glasses were round with gold frames that would look absolutely ridiculous on anyone else but looked sexy as hell with his face shape and skin tone. He was dressed in a dark brown tweed blazer with leather elbow patches, coupled with a grey diamond knit sweater vest underneath. Everything was so well fitting, down to his slacks that were doing very little to work the imagination.

Kirishima’s arms were crossed as he gave him an assessing look.

“You wanted to talk to me about your paper…?” The redhead teased. “Although, I’m not sure there’s much we can do to fix it at this point.”

“I never went to university.” Bakugo swallowed, stepping into the room. “What’s the policy on extra-curricular activities to boost your marks?” He didn’t mean to sound so damn breathy, but fuck.

“I’m sure you can give me an oral presentation to help your case.” His boyfriend shrugged, gesturing to the ground before him. If he were a stronger man, he wouldn’t fall to his knees so easily, but fuck it. There was literally nothing that could have fucking stopped him right then.  He might have stumbled a little in his excitement, eliciting a small laugh from the redhead. He ignored it, reaching for his belt instead. The other stopped him, slowly making a show of doing it himself.

“Now, now.” His professor warned, voice a thousand octaves lower. “I don’t need clumsy mistakes.” There eyes met, he tried to communicate a level of defiance which had the other chuckling before finally lowering his pants, showing every glorious part of him.

He couldn’t contain himself because as soon as it was available, he swallowed the other down with such vigour his boyfriend almost lost his damn balance. One thing he prided himself on was his lack of a gag reflex, it really did add a special something to sucking cock. If the moans were anything to go by, he was doing his fucking job right.

When his tongue teased him, knees buckled. He was sure this was probably one of his favourite meals and coming from a chef, that was saying something. He worked him until his shaky legs collapsed under the intense conclusion of his endeavours.

“A fucking plus.” The redhead panted before slamming their lips together. This was going to be one hell of a night.

~~~

A few days later, Kirishima shuffled into the kitchen in his work gear, shirt unbuttoned, glasses on, sex appeal in spades and ready for coffee. He looked fucking transcendent for six am. He wanted this image every damn day. It bought a thought to the forefront of  Bakugo's mind. A question he had to ask. Before Bakugo could change his mind, he plated the food he’d prepared for breakfast and walked it over to the table. He then turned to Kirishima who was wandering over slowly, two coffees in hand. 

“Why aren’t we sitting down?” He questioned with a cute little yawn, placing the coffee next to the meals. “Did we forget something?” Bakugo shook his head and reached into his pocket. He’d been working up the nerve to do this for two and a half weeks and today was the day.

“Here.” He shoved a key into Kirishima’s hand before kissing his cheek, his own face as red as anything.

“What’s this?” Kirishima asked, looking at the key and then to him, utterly confused. “Why are you giving me the spare key?”“It’s your key.” He stated as if it should be obvious.

“So you can let yourself in… and move your stuff in.”

“What are you talking about?”  Kirishima asked with a frown as he looked between Bakugo and the key. “Move what stuff in?”

“You know, your stuff.” He shrugged, face burning and anxiety taking hold. It wasn’t everyday you asked your boyfriend to live with you. It wasn't something he ever thought he would do; it was amazing how one person could change your whole life. “So it would be with you when you use the key.”

“What?” Bakugo almost cursed himself for not waiting until the idiot had fucking coffee. “My stuff is at my place?”

“Its not that fucking hard of a concept idiot!” He yelled unnecessarily, hands flailing up in exasperation. “It’s your key and you can move your stuff in so it’ll be here with you fucking open the door!”

“Wait, are you asking me to live with you?” Finally! When it clicked, Kirishima’s eyes went wide and his mouth half gaped.

“God, was that so hard?” Bakugo muttered, rolling his eyes as Kirishima looked at the key again.

“Kats, you didn’t ask me!” He accused, walking over to the bench to grab his key chain. Bakugo watched in relief as he attached the stupid thing. “That’s not how you ask someone to live with you!”

“I’m not asking, I’m telling you to.” He shrugged, noticing how he was protesting without really protesting. He felt settled as soon as he put it with his other important keys.  

“So you’re just ordering me around now?” Kirishima asked with a grin, coming back to stand in front of him.

“I always fucking order you around.” He grunted just as Kirishima pulled him into a bone crushing hug.

“Will I finally be allowed in the kitchen?” Kirishima joked, peppering his face with kisses. "Use the oven?" 

“No.” That was always going to be a hard and fast rule. A sweet kiss was pressed to his lips.

“Can I bring my alarm clock that you hate?” He asked, quickly conceding to the kitchen.

“No.”

“I’m bringing it.” He decided with a grin. “Since I’ll be living here and all.”

“You’re here all the time anyway.” He pointed out, running his hands down the abs before him. “This way our hoodies can stay in the one cupboard and I won’t have to fucking search for them.”

“You’re telling me to live with you so you have access to my hoodies at all times?” Kirishima grinned stupidly, squeezing his shoulders.

“Our hoodies.” Bakugo corrected. “But also so I can have access to you at all times.”

“Because you love me?” He pressed with a stupid grin.

“Obviously.” Because of course he did. “Now sit down and eat.”

“Bossy.” Kirishima whispered lightly, indulging in one last kiss before disengaging. “I can’t wait to live with you.”

Chapter Text

“Well my day is officially shit.” Kirishima whined two weeks later, throwing the door open with vigour.

“Just did the floors, shoes off.” Bakugo told him from his spot folding laundry like the domestic fucking king he was. 

“When do I ever wear them inside?” Kirishima asked, kicking off the shoes in the Genken before stepping inside. 

“You don’t.” He shrugged. “Just wanted to point out my hard work, obviously.”

“Glad we covered that first.” Kirishima told him, throwing himself dramatically into the couch. “In case you didn’t hear me the first time, my day is officially shit.”

“Why?” He ventured, shaking out one of Kirishima’s ugly jackets.

“Because we’re moving me tomorrow and of course that’s the only day my dad can see me apparently.” He sounded nothing but frustrated. “I can see how that works. He leaves and then I have to make time for him. How ridiculous.”

“Just say no.” Bakugo shrugged, popping the jacket into a hanger and putting it on the back of the chair with the rest of them.

“I would but he says it’s important and… I don’t know.” Bakugo knew though. He knew that Kirishima was making time for the asshole just in case he wanted to apologise or make up for the shitty father act he’d pulled. He knew he’d be left to pick up the damn pieces too because people don’t fucking change that much.

“Give him a short time in the morning then.” He suggested, which just caused Kirishima to groan in protest. “Then I have nothing. We have to get your shit, Eijiro. Movers are at one and I can’t fucking reschedule them now.”

“Ugh, I know.” He answered, rubbing his face in frustration. “I’ll tell him eight and get it over with.”

“Do you want me to be there?” He asked, folding the last of the clothes and standing there with a hand on his hip.

“Stupid question, of course I want you to be there.” Kirishima told him, suddenly sitting up on the couch to look at him. “He probably will be disgusted with my lifestyle and bolt which… you know, might be easier than dealing with him.”

“If you don’t want to see him, why are you doing this?” Simple question that clearly had a tortured answer.  

“Because he’s still my father and doesn’t that mean I owe him the time?” Kirishima shrugged.

“Just because he fathered you doesn’t make him a fucking parent.” Bakugo pointed out blankly. “He left you, not the other way round.”

“I know, but I mean I was sick and that would have been hard to deal with.” Excuses, excuses. His heart almost broke for him.

“Your Ma didn’t leave. Your friends didn’t fucking leave.” He couldn’t help but storm over to his sad looking boyfriend and grab his face between his hands. “I know I wouldn’t have left you. Don’t make excuses for shitty behaviour. Sometimes people are just assholes. You don’t owe him shit if you don’t want to.” Kirishima searched his eyes for a long, long moment before sighing and nodding.

“I’ll give him an hour tomorrow morning.” He resolved finally. “I’d like you to be there with me, if that’s okay.”

“Already offered, idiot.” He poked him gently in the forehead.

“Thanks, babe.” He couldn’t help but lean down to capture his mouth in a sweet kiss.

“We’re having curry for dinner.” Bakugo informed, pulling back and messing up Kirishima’s half-styled hair that had been ruined by the hours of the day. “Go wash up.”

“Yes mother.” Kirishima saluted sarcastically. “I love you.” This time serious.

“Good. Keep it that way.” Bakugo ordered, flicking I’m in the forehead. “Who else is going to feed you?”

“I fed myself quite adequately before you, ya know?” He grinned, finally letting him go as he turned on his heel and looked back to face him.

“Adequate does not equal good.” He pointed out, unable to help the little grin that he only reserved for his boyfriend.

“And I pay you more than enough through means of my body… and my love.” Bakugo snorted at the comment , watching the other saunter away like he owned the place.

~~~

Kirishima was dressed in tiny jean shorts that were both hideous and sexy at the same time.

His ass looked fucking phenomenal in them, despite the gross acid washed stains on them. Every time he bent over or squatted to pick a box up, Bakugo was driven close to made with how fucking powerful his thighs were. To make matters worse, he was also wearing one of those stupid fucking singlets that had deep armpit cuts that managed to flash both his abs and nipples simultaneously. It didn’t matter that it was a hot pink monstrosity, the way it showed off his body was next fucking level.

It was making moving the redhead very distractingly hard.

To make matters worse, he had his hair up in a fucking cute as shit bun while he wore his sexy new glasses. God, he’d never been so turned on in his goddamn life, even if the outfit made him physically hate clothes. He’d been trying all day to keep his hands to himself because Kirishima’s father was meant to make an appearance earlier in the day, however he never showed up. Bakguo was giving it a couple hours just in case but he was so fucking done waiting. It was clear nobody was coming and he had a boyfriend to do before they hauled more boxes over to Bakugo’s… now their, place.

Pushing the redhead back onto the table, Kirishima sat down in surprise at the sudden movement.

“That outfit…” He shook his head, hands tracing over his shoulders and down to the exposed nipples. “Fuck, it’s horrible, but it fucking shows off every fucking inch of you I want my mouth on. You’re driving me fucking wild.” Before he could say anything, he captured his boyfriends mouth with his, all but desperate for the tongue action. His hands moved to work their way up his shirt, making sure to feel the damn beautiful abs beneath his touch. The other groaned into the kiss, pulling him closer to grind them together feverously. Thank fuck the table was sturdy. At some point, his mouth had found a nipple and he was in the middle of undoing the shorts when there was a loud cough that startled them.

“Sorry I’m… late…” A man that could only be assumed to be Kirishima’s father stood at the door, glaring at them. Great. What a fucking mood killer. “You’re a damn queer?” He said the word with a derogatory inflection that had Bakugo reeling. “I knew your mother was too soft on you.”

“Fucking excuse me?” He didn’t ever think he’d been so angry before. This fucker had left Kirishima and his mother and thought he had the right to act offended by his upbringing. Asshole. Absolute fucking asshole.

“I … uh…” Kirishima frowned, looking over himself before looking at Bakugo. He sighed, pushing Bakugo back enough to stand but not far enough away that they couldn’t touch. “You were meant to be here three hours ago.” He finished feebly and Bakugo seethed at that fact that Kirishima didn’t feel comfortable enough to stand up to such a wanker.

“I had things to do, Eijiro.” The man shrugged; he had some of the same features as his boyfriend but they were harsh in comparison. “You don’t get to dictate to me when I am free, especially when you’re here wasting everyone’s time with this façade. Your whole get it up is frankly, embarrassing.” He gestured over to them and Bakugo was sure he was now baring his teeth at him. He couldn’t help it, snarling was all the asshole deserved.

“Watch your fucking tongue.” Bakugo threatened, stepping forward defensively to which Kirishima held him back by a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Seriously?” His father looked between them. “This is how you repay me after everything I’ve done for you? Everything you’ve put me through?”

“What do you mean ‘everything you’ve done for me’?” Kirishima frowned and shook his head, suddenly showing some emotion other than timidness. “You left two days before I turned sixteen  and I haven’t seen you since!”

“After you caused issues.” The man snarled and Bakugo curled his hands into fists, really wanting nothing more than to slug the fucker.

“You mean when I was sick and we all thought I might not make it?” Kirishima seemed outraged then, it was good. He needed to cut him off. “When I could’ve died?”

“Maybe you should have.” And to hell with that. Nothing could have stopped him from the hatred he felt as he slammed the asshole up against the wall, ready to punch him right in the face.

“Fuck you!” He growled, fist raised.

“Kats, stop!” The only reason he managed to step back without doing anything was at the request of the man he loved. “I think it’s time you went.” Kirishima turned to his father, face unreadable.

“This is wrong Eijiro.” The idiot spat, eyes flicking to Bakugo in wariness. “What you’re doing is disgusting and you should be ashamed of what you’ve become.”

“Well I’m not.” He finally found his voice. He was definite and clear. “I’m not ashamed. I’m in love, I’m not sick and I’m happy. You don’t get to come and ruin that because you’re a horrible person. What did you even want anyway?”

“I’m horrible now?” The man asked incredulously. “I came to make amends. To see my only child after everything. I thought I could forgive you for ruining this family but I see now I am wrong.”

“Ruining this family?” Kirishima scoffed, shaking his head incredulously. “If that is even remotely true then I learned from the best, you narcissistic asshole. At this point I’d be surprised if you ever even loved me.”   

“You were… and still are… my biggest disappointment.” He stated unapologetically. “I can’t love something that’s broken. Nobody should expect me to. You are not my son, Eijiro. You should have died. It would have been the one thing you did right.”

How the fuck dare he? Kirishima was holding him back before he even had the chance to move, his arms wrapping around him tightly as he yelled expletives at the sorry excuse of a human being standing in the doorway.

“You need to leave.” Kirishima stated clearly, voice full of authority. “Never contact me again.”

As the man left, Bakugo couldn’t help but know that sometimes genetics meant shit all when it came to family. As soon as the door was closed, Bakugo turned to look at the love of his life. Kirishima’s expression was distant, absent as he stared at the door. Bakugo touched the side of his face guiding it to look at him.

“You deserve more than that.” He told him firmly, eyes searching his for a long moment before he closed his eyes and nodded. “Ei, seriously, fuck him. You’re not broken and you’re worth everything.”

When the redhead blinked his eyes back open, they were glistening with unshed tears.

“Let’s get this stuff sorted.” He replied, stepping back and looking around the room. “I want to take some of the fragile stuff in my car.”

“Ei…” Nothing but concern laced his tone, but Kirishima just shook his head.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now, I just want to focus on this okay?” Bakugo took that as a sign that his boyfriend needed space to think. He had asked for it and he’d promised to always respect that boundary.

“Okay.” He nodded, placing a hand on his shoulder. “When you’re ready to talk about it, I’ll be here, just as long as you know that I fucking love you, alright?”

“I know,” Kirishima smiled tightly, but he knew he meant it. “I love you too.”

Bakugo was fucking livid. And devastated and hurt for his boyfriend who had just been withdrawn and staring at the blank television for the better half of an hour. He wasn’t crying which was something, but god his heart ached. He couldn’t imagine having his parents ever say something so fucking cruel to him and for that he was lucky.

“What can I do?” He asked, sitting beside the redhead and rubbing soothing circles on his back.

“Katsuki…” Kirishima breathed, staring straight ahead. “I think I need to go visit my Ma.”

“Okay…” He hesitated. “Did you need me to go with you?”

“Babe, I mean this in the nicest way, but no… I really want to cry.” He let out a breath. “And I don’t want to do that in front of her. You make it okay for me to cry but I need to do that later when I’m curled up next to you.”

“Whatever you need.” He agreed, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Call me if you change your mind and I’ll come.”

“Thanks Kats.” Kirishima breathed before hauling himself up. “You’re the best.”

So he made his way to his own parents just to bring home how much he appreciated them. Bringing coffee and bagels, he let himself into the studio only to find his father sitting there going through several versions of the same picture with different edits. It was oddly quiet, mainly because his mother wasn’t in her usual seat muttering nonsense under her breath. Clearing his throat, he caught his father’s attention who looked up at him in surprise before a smile covered his face. He had never let himself appreciate how nice it was to have someone happy to see him.

“Katsuki!” He stood up to greet him as Bakugo placed the goods down. “We weren’t expecting you, is everything okay? Your mother has just gone out to gather a package from the post…” He stopped talking just as Bakugo pulled him into a hug. With a firm hand, his father moved instantly to hug him back, although clearly confused.

“Thank you for not being a fuckwit.” He mumbled, smashing his face into his shoulder. “I fucking love you guys.

“Of course.” The man’s voice was gentle and reassuring. “We love you too, son.” The door slammed open abruptly. Cue the mother.

“Why is the brats car out the fr- oh…what the fuck?” His mother looked at them with a cocked eye and his dad just shrugged as Bakugo pulled away. “Are you okay?” Was he really that much of an unaffectionate prick that this was shocking?

“No.” He admitted, moving to kiss her on the cheek. “But I bought shit for you to eat so be fucking parental and listen to me.”

“Are you actually our son?” His mother questioned with a teasing grin, putting her hand to his forehead. “Because the one I raised refused to show physical affection and talk about his problems.”

“Just never realised how good I had it.” He shrugged, making himself comfortable on the couch before his face dropped.

“Something on your mind, kid?” His mother asked, poking around the food before snatching up the coffee.

“When you guys found out I was gay, what did you think?”

“Your father owed me a fifty and then we moved on.” She answered, sipping her beverage.

“Did you care?” He pressed. “Did you hate that you ended up with me?”

“Not in the slightest.” His father was quick to jump on that one.

“To be honest, I think being gay was the least of our worries with you.” His mother added casually, like he was in a place to joke. She probably had a point, despite that he glared. “Let me clarify. You were a mouthy, arrogant asshole. If we were going to face any trouble with you, it wouldn’t be about being gay.”

“I wonder who I fucking got those traits from.” He shot back quickly, glare in place.

“Katsuki, we never gave a shit.” She added, sitting down beside him. “Not when people made stupid comments. Not when you told us. Not when you started wearing eye liner. Who you love doesn’t change who you are as a person. You’ve always been fiercely independent and yeah, a bit of an asshole but you made no apologies for who you were.”

“Can you maybe try it without calling me a fucking asshole?” He asked, mulling over the kind of sweet sentiments. His mother laughed and ruffled his hair.

“Okay, how about this then.” She paused for dramatic effect but he knew she was being serious. “You are the best thing your father and I have ever done. We fucking love you. If I had to do it all again I would. Even with the long assed labour.”  

“We are proud of the respectable, talented and loving person you are.” His father offered. “Loving your kids isn’t a conditional thing and being gay is just a part of you.”

Bakugo swallowed hard, eyes diverting to the ground.

“Spit it out.” His mother added finally. “What’s got you all worked up and sentimental?”

“Eijiro’s dickhead of a father told him he was disgusting and he wanted nothing to do with him because he’d gay.” He told his parents. “It’s conditional to some fuck wits.”

“For fucks sake.” His mother fully glowered at the words. “That poor fucking kid. As if he hasn’t had enough shit in his life.”

“That’s not a father.” His father added, shaking his head gently. It was nice to know the level of support he had. “I know it’s not the same, but tell him he’s our family and we love him.”

“You do?” He’d never really stopped to consider the possibility. He knew they all got along and they all liked each other, but he hadn’t ever really gone out of his way to find out exactly what they thought about his boyfriend. Which in retrospect, was kind of weird but he didn’t care. Even if they hated him, he doubted he’d give him up.

“He loves you and as a parent that’s one of the best gifts someone can give your child.” Fucking sap. “And you love him. He’s going to be in our lives for, i’m assuming, a long time.”

“Yes.” He nodded along, deep in thought. “He’s is.”

“Then just support him.” His mother added, ruffling his hair. “He has people that do care about him.”

He’d made his way home as soon as Kirishima messaged him that he was leaving. He beat him home by five minutes, making sure the bed was ready and comfortable. They had both showered earlier and so it was just a matter of teeth and getting snuggly, but he’d also prepared some snacks earlier in case Kirishima got hungry from all his emotional fucking damage today. When the redhead walked through the door, he went straight to the bathroom to do his teeth without question. Bakugo followed him silently and did the same thing. He’d been ready for crying straight away but his boyfriend was holding it together like a champ.

Once they were curled up in bed, Bakugo kissed him gently. Testing the waters. The redhead responded a little too enthusiastically and it threw him off slightly, but he was willing to go along with anything the other needed.

He just allowed him to be in control, submitting to everything with his body. After they had both come undone, Kirishima stared down at him, letting out exhausted, emotional breaths. Bakugo remained silent, not quite sure what the other was going to do next. He kind of looked like he was about to cry if he were being honest with himself. With a final breath, his face contorted into something of anguish as the tears finally shed.

“Shhh.” He reached for him, hand sliding to the side of his neck gently so he could tug him down easily. Kirishima followed the guide and buried his face into his neck as he lay on top of him. It was easy to wrap his arms around him… easy to hold him and comfort him.

“I’m sorry.” He half wailed; eyes uncontrollable. “It’s not you, I swear.”

“I know it’s not me, idiot.” He reassured gently, pressing his lips to his temple. “But you can talk to me or whatever. I know I’m shit at reassuring you and stuff, but I love the fuck out of you and I don’t like that you’re hurting.”

“Kats…” Kirishima sobbed into his shoulder. “I feel destroyed… I sometimes feel like I’m not good enough. He always made me feel like that. Like I wasn’t smart enough or strong enough or I wasn’t man enough. I hate him.”

“You’re allowed to disown him too.” Bakugo pointed out. “You are enough and so much fucking more.”

“He told me I should have died!” He wailed, hands holding onto him with such desperation. “Who says that to their kid?”

“Ei, listen to me.” Bakugo stroked his hair, pressing a kiss to his head. “He isn’t a father. He isn’t even a fucking man. He doesn’t deserve you and he never fucking did.”

“I know but its just so hard.” He sniffed sadly. “It’s heartbreaking.”

“Just cry, I’m here.” So he did and by midnight, when his boyfriend was out of energy and tears, he fed him comfort food. Apparently crying worked up an appetite.  

“I sometimes think I have this fear of abandonment because of him.” Kirishima sighed, biting into the snacks Bakugo had prepared earlier. “Like when we had those fights and stuff. I think I was scared you were going to leave because he left me and I didn’t know what to do.”

“I’m not going to leave you.” He promised, knowing that with every damn fibre of his being. “When it comes to us, you fucking fight because I’m fighting.”

“You really love me, huh?”

“Yeah.” It really wasn’t that hard to admit.

~~~

The days got easier and although hurt, Kirishima was moving on slowly with his life. He had conceded that his father was an awful person and had decided he was going to disown the asshole too. Bakugo could live with that. It had been several weeks since the incident and they were adjusting quite nicely to the whole domestic lifestyle. If he ever thought he’d struggle with someone being so in his personal space, he had found quite the opposite. It was nice coming home to someone. 

Bakugo returned home one night to find Kirishima in his kitchen. It was ten pm and night and there wasn’t any reason he should have been in there less he was making a beverage. Yet, there he was, stove on, pots simmering and chopping something so roughly that it made Bakugo cringe.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He demanded, throwing down his keys and storming into the kitchen. “We spoke about this and you’re fucking using my good pots.”

“Just because you’re a chef doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be able to cook when I want to.” Kirishima shrugged with a teasing smile, throwing whatever the fuck he’d been butchering into the closest pot of god knows what. “I had a craving.”

“For a random mixture of shit?” He asked, peering into the depths of what he could only describe as a sin. “Is this meant to be a hot pot?”

“See, you knew exactly what it was.” Kirishima beamed, looking down to his concoction. “It’s my grandmothers’ recipe.”

“And she couldn’t cook either?” He griped, wanting nothing more than to take over but this was something Kirishima was obviously enjoying and he wouldn’t take that away from him.

“Not really.” He shrugged, stirring the pot. “But I always found it comforting. And before you even think about saying it, of course I find your food comforting but you just got home from work and I’m not going to make you cook for me at ten pm.”

“I would’ve made something.” He muttered, only half glaring at the abysmal looking hot pot.

“I know.” Kirishima smiled gently with eyes soft. “And I love you for that, but seriously go relax.”

“Hm.” He grunted, looking his boyfriend up and down. “When you’re finished with whatever the fuck this is, get your ass to the hot tub.” And that was just enough to light the eyes up.

“Naked?”

“If you get in wearing anything but your damn glasses, I’ll be pissed.” He clarified, only half storming out of the kitchen, ripping his shirt off in the process. It didn’t take long for the redhead to join him, although it was slightly longer than he’d expected. Apparently the dish had to ‘simmer’ for a while. Bakugo wasn’t convinced Kirishima actually knew what that meant, but he was using it as an excuse to join him in the hot tub so he wasn’t complaining.

As soon as he was in though, he all but straddled his lap, his arousal evident as it rubbed across his abs when they engaged in a heated kiss.

“I love hot tub sex.” His boyfriend breathed, lips moving to nibble on the sensitive part of his neck. Shivers ran down his spine at the contact.

“You like anything that’s not a fucking conventional place to do it.” He clarified, cupping his firm ass and squeezing it.

“It’s romantic.” For some reason Kirishima always thought shit was romantic and passionate and he couldn’t help but let out a soft snort at the comment. “I stand by what I said.”

“You said the same thing when you fucked me on the kitchen counter the other day.” He pointed out with a smirk. “Very aggressively, might I add.”

“Yeah but there was a candle lit.” The redhead grinned, snaking his hand down, down and ah there it was, gripped around him. There was very little he could do to stop his eyes rolling from the back of his head. “It smelled romantic.”

He could barely think straight as he bit his bottom lip at the slow motion of the others hand.

“And then you knocked it over and spilt wax everywhere.” Why did his voice sound so fucking breathy?

“Maybe I should have poured it sensually on your body.” Goddamn, the thought was arousing. “And made love to you slowly.”

A blush creeped up across his cheeks, like it always did when the other practically worshipped him. The gentle touches, the warm words… they always made him feel so fucking wanted.

“Your blush is probably my favourite thing to see.” The redhead smiled, fingers on his free hand tangling into the hairs on the nape of his neck. Suddenly his other hand stopped it’s ministrations just to wrap around him and hold him close. “You are still one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen. It takes my breath away some times.”

“Shut up, you’re full of shit.” It wasn’t the most eloquent come back, but he almost didn’t know how to respond when his boyfriend got like this.

“No I’m not.” The other defended quickly, thumb now skirting across his cheek, his lips. The look he was giving him was so intense that he couldn’t help but swallow thickly, wanting nothing more than to bury his face in Kirishima’s chest. He resisted the urge. “I am so in love with you. It’s not enough of an expression to encompass my feelings for you, but it’s the closest thing I have. It’s a big love. A once-in-a-lifetime kind of love. Eternity kind of love. Every-life-time kind of love.” His boyfriend sighed, resting their foreheads together.

“Sappy bastard.” Bakugo mumbled lowly, his own hands trailing down the others spine gently. “I hope you don’t need a fucking speech to know it’s the same for me.”

“I don’t need a speech.” The redhead agreed, lips hovering over his.

“It is… the same.” He clarified, braving his own embarrassment. “All that shit you said, it’s the same.”

And suddenly lips were on his as a hand snaked around them both as the emotions flooded through them. It felt good. All of it felt fucking good. Their touches were full of heat, he almost felt heady from the kissing.

God, in the space of eight months his boyfriend had gone from awkward kisser to a man who knew exactly what he was doing. It was easy to submit to him these days. He never had to control or boss him around. He liked that Kirishima knew how to take charge. He thought back to the conversation they’d had about relinquishing control and how he automatically became pliant in the others arms. Not always, he still had some pride… but times like this, he felt taken care of… and it was a notion he liked.  

Slowly, tenderly, they came undone.

“You’re taking charge more.” He commented a while later, after his little nap against Kirishiima’s chest. Still in the hot tub of course.

“I just think you trust me enough now.” Kirishima told him honestly, fingers skimming his stomach from the embrace he had him in.

“We fucking live together.” Bakugo pointed out, fluttering his eyes shut again. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t trust you.”

“I know.” He didn’t need to say anything more as they sat there, content and happy.

~~~

“We should have a house warming!” Kirishima announced early one morning when Bakugo was still in bed and not nearly awake enough to put up with that level of enthusiasm.

“Fuck off.” He grunted, not even remotely interested and pulling the blankets up over his face. He’d gotten back late after a hectic shift and he was not going to entertain much until he’d either had coffee, food or he’d been woken up with a mouth on his … actually scrap that he was definitely not in the mood to entertain it.

“But I’ve been living here for weeks and I feel like we need to celebrate.” He pressed, kneeling down on the bed and bouncing ridiculously. Bakugo groaned only to have the other pull back the blankets with an annoying grin. “Please, it’ll be fun.”

“I’ve been living here for eight fucking years.” He pointed out, yanking the blankets back. “I don’t need a house warming. It’s fucking warmed.”

“But you didn’t have me back then.” Kirishima pointed out. “It was cold and empty until I walked into your life and warmed your heart and therefore your house.”

“It has a fire place.” He retorted quickly, rolling over to end this fresh hell. “We’ve fucked by it on more than one occasion.”

“Okay, sure but also I want a house warming because I’ve never lived somewhere so nice and also because you love me enough to do it.” Fuck, he had him there.

“If you loved me enough you wouldn’t put me through this shit.” He growled, huffing into the pillow. “It’s not even seven, asshole.”

“Oh, right.” Kirishima’s voice had semblance of a smile. “I’ll be back.” It took him a total of six minutes to return with some coffee to which the smell alone pepped him up. Shoving it into his space, Bakugo sighed and hauled himself up, snatching at the beverage like it was the only thing holding him together.

“Now can you entertain me?” The redhead asked, watching him sip the elixir.

“You’re doing all the work.” He stated boldly, as if he didn’t know he’d end up doing a majority of the work. “Nobody gets to preference what I make for food and they stay the fuck out of the bedroom.”

“Why would anyone go into our bedroom?” He liked the sound of ‘our’ in that sentence.

“I don’t know; the same reason someone would have a fucking house warming in a place that has been lived in by it’s owner for eight years.”

“Because I love you?” Kirishima asked with a confused little tilt to his head. “I don’t think that’s why they would go into our bedroom.”

Bakugo sighed heavily, downing the coffee in one quick rush. “I… also … if we’re gonna do this shit… can it be a dry housewarming?”

“I’m not about to go and make you uncomfortable in your own house.” Kirishima looked at him blankly. “I already assumed it’d be alcohol free. I found some delicious looking substitutes.” He let out a sigh of relief.

“Okay.” Putting his coffee cup to the side he nestled back into the headboard, that was laced with pillows, and glanced at the clock. “Uh, aren’t you going to work?” It was his Friday off, which meant usually the redhead was already out the door.

“Nope, I decided to have a mental health day.” He beamed, looking like the last person on earth that needed a fucking mental health day. “I didn’t have enough time this weekend for everything I wanted to do. I needed a day to do housework and later plan the housewarming. I needed a day that I could spend with you and go out and have some fun. I also felt like I needed to spend a whole day in bed with you, naked obviously.”

“You took the day off so we could have sex?” He cocked and eyebrow in weird disbelief.

“We haven’t had all day sex since I was snowed in here.” Kirishima complained, moving up the bed to straddle him. “And we haven’t taken nearly enough advantage of the no condom’s thing. We are in a committed relationship and we now live together, I think that warrants a day of uninterrupted sex.”

“That’s a point.” He blinked, squeezing the others hips in affection.

“Besides… I thought that maybe we could try… something different.” Oh… now this was getting interesting.

“What’s that?”

“How would you feel…” A kiss was placed on his neck, just below his ear. He couldn’t help the involuntary shudder through his body. “About switching?”

“I thought you didn’t like receiving?” He’d made that pretty clear at the start. Bakugo couldn’t help but look confused, but his boyfriend was looking all vulnerable and was blushing a little so he didn’t want to be a dick about it.

“You don’t want to.” He sounded a little let down and a little less hopeful.

“I didn’t say that, idiot.” He quickly countered, rubbing his thighs gently. “I’m just fucking confused because you said you didn’t like it. I’ll take you right now if you want because I fucking love you and I bet you feel so damn good, but I fucking respect you enough to have this conversation.”

“I think the first time I tried it… it was my first time.” Kirishima shrugged, flaming as red as his hair. “It was rushed and uncomfortable and in a pretty undignified position where I probably wouldn’t have cared so much about if it wasn’t my first time. I was really embarrassed after.”

“And you never tried again?”

“To be honest… my second time was with you.” And… shit. “But I love how much you love it and I want to try and see if it was just the circumstance or if it’s me.”

“Fine.” Bakugo agreed with clear warning. “But if you like it better this way we’re gonna have to switch because I am not a top heavy guy.”

“Well considering I love entering you I don’t think it’ll be too much of a problem.” He let out a small smile before taking a deep breath. “I want to face you though… for the kissing.”

“Stay in this potion, you can have control that way.” He explained before rolling the redhead over and planting a hard kiss to his lips. “But let me relax you first.”

Somehow, the redhead still managed to totally fucking dominate being a bottom. It was a little intimidating, but god damn was he sexy. This was the only time where Bakugo didn’t feel like he needed to compete and win, he liked the submission and nobody but Kirishima ever had to know that. He worked and competed and controlled so much of his fucking life, that maybe this was just for him. He was allowed to take and with a partner who had never had control of his life, it worked.

Passing out in a state of bliss, he was shaken awake not to long later by a naked boyfriend who was already to go again.

“That was fun.” Kirishima mused, thumb tracing circles against his nipple. “I liked that a lot. Your turn?”

“Slow.” He half ordered; half mumbled.

“You can stay on your side.” He whispered, biting the lobe of his ear. “Just relax, I’ll take care of you.”

And fuck if he didn’t.

By the end of the day, they were fucking exhausted and wrecked. To the point that he’d totally forgotten he’d invited his parents over for dinner until they were standing before the door knocking and he’d only just managed a pair of pants after leaving his boyfriend on the couch, underneath a blanket and half asleep.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck indeed.” His mother nodded, crossing her arms and looking him over. “I’m glad you have an active and healthy sex life kid, but you should probably keep track of when you’re due for visitors.”

“Fuck, don’t say shit like that.” He growled, just as Kirishima came to the door wrapped in nothing but the stupid blanket.

“Oh.” His eyes widened. “I forgot about tonight.”

“Yes.” His father nodded solemnly. “Would you care to perhaps go clothe yourself? Although I respect this is now your home so of course it is up to you.”

“God. Come the fuck in.” He growled, pushing a sheepish Kirishima from view. “Might be a while for dinner. Steer clear of the couch.”

“We need to shower.” Kirishima whispered as soon as they were alone, sniffing his armpit like a heathen.

“Get in it then.” Bakugo hissed, kicking off his pants. “Fuck, what am I even going to make?”

“We have ingredients for hot pot.” The redhead mused, hardly phased at the whole process.

“No, we have ingredients for what you think is a hot pot but is definitely not a fucking hotpot.” He retorted quickly, throwing the pants at his boyfriends head.

“Anything can be a hot pot if you put it into a hot pot.” Bakugo blinked at the words before shaking his head.

“How the fuck did I end up with you?”

“You fell in love with my style and then couldn’t wait to win me over with your charm.” Kirishima shrugged, following him into the shower.

“That definitely wasn’t it.”

“You liked my smile and then invited me over and I kinda just stuck?” He asked, making a grab for the soap, lathering it a ridiculous amount in his hand.

“Something like that.” It was as close as he was going to admit and Kirishima was content with the answer.

They showered and dressed in record time, ignoring the state of their bedroom, only to find his mother rummaging through the kitchen.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He all but ran to protect his domain. “We have fucking rules for a reason!”

“Rules only apply when you remember you have guests and don’t ruin the couch with fluids before they arrive.” His mother reasoned, slamming a pot into his chest. “You’re making curry. It’s easy and you have the ingredients.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” He growled, slamming the pot down and grabbing the ingredients anyway. “Get out.” She obliged quickly, dragging Kirishima to the table so she could subject him to the long chat about nothing. Every time she visited these days, they’d share stories and gossip from their jobs that bored him and his father, yet neither of them said anything about it because it meant they didn’t have to contribute to the conversation.

“How’s Beverly?” Kirishima asked, sitting down across from his mother. “Don’t tell me she and her daughter are still trying to steal your designs.”

“Not only that, she bought her gay son to the shoot the other day and she had the gall to flip through the old portfolio and say that the pictures were old and outdated and that he should replace them.” She sounded offended for whatever reason, because she always redid photos. “It was the photo’s with Katsuki! Like her son is better than mine!”

“Nooooo…” Kirishima dragged out the word in one long syllable, as if it were the most offensive thing he’d ever heard.

“Fucking replace them already.” Bakugo mumbled, throwing some ingredients into pot. “Competitive bitch.”

“No, because they are way better than anything they could produce, and your father put a lot of effort into that shoot.” She retorted, waving her arms around. “Even if it were a competition, I fucking win.”

“It’s true, I have seen the photos.” Kirishima dropped, smiling up at him and causing him to stop mid stir and glare. “I saved them on my phone.”

“You fucking better not have.” He warned, holding his wooden spoon up in threat.

“Yeah, one is my background.” Kirishima unlocked his phone only to show the stupid modelling photo behind all the icons. “And you’re going to let me keep it because you love me and want me to be happy. This makes me happy.”

“What about my happiness?”

“I have one word for you…” Kirishima eyed him slyly behind those fucking glasses. “Professor.” As the blush spread across his face and he turned away from the table, he heard his parents start to laugh. There were some things they didn’t need to fucking know.

“It’s alright son,” His father tried to reassure. “Your mother also likes to dress me up.”

“Oh my fucking ever loving god!” He whipped around, face pulled into a grimace of disgust. “Gross, just fucking stop! I didn’t need to know that!”

“Yeah, well, we didn’t need to know what you’ve been up to all day, but here we are, avoiding the couch.”

And he officially couldn’t wait for the night to be over.

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“My legs hurt.” Kirishima whined the next day, attempting to stretch out on the bed. He’d just come back from showering, after about twenty minutes of annoying him into being awake. It had been unsuccessful. Bakugo grunted, again not interested at all in being awake. Somehow he’d ended up with the earliest fucking riser in Japan. Usually he’d go to the gym, but apparently his legs hurt. “I think it was all the squatting behind you yesterday.”

“Eijiro.” He mumbled, not even deigning to open an eye. “Go back to fucking sleep.”

“Can’t, I’m awake now.” He rolled over, propping himself up on an elbow to look at him. “And it’s too hot for cuddling.”

“Turn the air conditioning on then.” What wasn’t he getting about the tired thing? Yesterday he could deal with because it had absolutely been worth his while, today not so much.

“Hm, I dunno, I’m kinda bored.” He poked him in the cheek. He was about to grumble some more when there came an incessant knock at the door. Bakugo groaned, slamming the pillow over his head and pretending he was free from disturbance. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it!”

The mattress dipped enthusiastically before Kirishima was bounding to the door. He couldn’t even bring himself to care long enough before he was falling back to sleep. What he assumed to be several hours later and a more reasonable time, he made his way into civilisation – if walking into the lounge room to find your boyfriend and his idiot friend was classed as civilisation.

“Babe, Denks had this awesome idea for the house warming!” And he was off, chattering way too fast.

“Oh, I don’t think he’s listening, Ei.” Kaminari bopped his leg up and down and Bakugo couldn’t help but wonder how much fucking sugar they’d had. “He’s got that tired, scowly pout going on.”

“I love that pout, it was one of the many reasons I fell in love with him.” Kirishima informed brightly, eyes trailing over him. “Sit, I’ll make you some coffee because as much as I love that pout, I like you functional even more.”

With a huff, Bakugo threw himself onto the vacated spot on the couch. Kirishima grinned, bending to capture his lips in a brief ‘good morning’ kiss. He was so vibrant and happy these days it was almost enough to warm his cold heart… actually, it was pretty warm these days too.

“Ew, you’re smiling to yourself.” Kaminari commented, flicking through his phone. “You guys are so in love it would be gross if I wasn’t such a romantic.”

“You’re not a romantic.” Bakugo rolled his eyes, kicking his feet onto the couch. “Eijiro is a fucking romantic.”

“You’re right.” The blonde agreed with him. “But I always listen and I give great advice, even when it wasn’t asked for.”

“One of your many charms.” He was being sarcastic but the message was definitely lost because Kaminari was nodding along as if he had any charm at all.

It took Kirishima a good ten minutes to come back with coffee and scones that Bakugo had no idea were in the house. Not that he was complaining, since Kirishima’s mother probably made them. They were safe to eat.

“So, the guest list.” Kirishima clapped his hands together before tucking himself in behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist. It was highly unnecessary but he’d be damned if he didn’t like it.  “I wasn’t sure who you wanted to invite.”

“I didn’t even want to fucking do it.” He pointed out, sipping his beverage and relaxing slightly against his boyfriend.

“Would it be weird if I bought someone?” Kaminari piped up, scone stuffed into his mouth.

“Why would it be weird?” Kirishima asked just as Bakugo said “Yes.” Because fuck people.

“Well, because hottie bartender that wont give me the time of day but allegedly likes me is going to be there.”

“Since when?” Bakugo asked, scowl back in place.

“Since I put him on the list with Uraraka, Jiro, Midoriya and Todoroki. The last two will be late because they’re working, but they’re all coming.”
Kirishima explained causing him to groan and close his eyes tightly. “What’s wrong?”

“None of them but the idiot have ever fucking being in my house and I was hoping for it to stay that way. Besides, I make the fucking schedule and nobody has even mentioned it.” Bakugo almost groaned out, reminding himself that he was doing this for Kirishima and not for himself.

“Well, I also have a couple people from my work coming. Tsu and Momo are really smart and they aren’t like Linda who steals my clean slips and and then leaves them in the sink for me to do again.” Kirishima casually told him, off on a tangent that meant nothing.

“Linda is an asshole.” He could vaguely remember Kirishima bitching about her to his mother in one of their chats.

“Tell me about it.” Kirishima agreed, reaching over for his own coffee. “She thinks because she’s the oldest that she runs the lab, but we all have our own projects and she doesn’t even understand them. She tried to correct my method the other day because she didn’t know what a word meant so just assumed it didn’t exist!”

“How old is she?” Kaminari asked, seemingly amused.

“Oh, she’s like maybe fifty something?” He shrugged. “I’m pretty sure she hid my lab coat the other day because I pointed out her shoes were meant to be closed in. I had to wear one of the spares and it was stupidly tight all day. And short.”

“I want to see.” Bakugo piped up, looking at his boyfriend expectantly. For some reason he’d never considered him in a lab coat… and glasses and now he couldn’t get the image out of his head.

“Ew.” Kaminari added at the interaction.

“The tight lab coat?” Kirishima asked, confused.

“Any lab coat, just as long as it’s on you and I can look.” Well, there was no taking back his semi-caffeinated boldness now. “Might replace the professor skit as my new wank fantasy.”

“Oh my god, ew, ew, ew!” Kaminari half yelled, jumping from his seat and heading for the kitchen. “I need a minute to act like that didn’t just happen.”

“You have a wank fantasy?” The redhead asked, a little surprised. “You do that when I’m not here?”

“I sometimes do it when you are here.” It wasn’t like it was a secret. Sometimes he’d get home too late or he’d wake up too late and it needed taking care of.

“Yeah, fair.” Kirishima kissed his cheek. “I did it this morning in the shower when you refused to get up.”

“And yet you were still too fucking energetic.”

“I have a very active libido.” He explained like he already didn’t fucking know how active it was. “Besides, it gives me energy. Makes me feel alive and euphoric. I have a super healthy glow because of it.”

“I just get tired.” Kirishima grinned at the comment, fully aware of just how true it was. 

“I know, but you’re getting old.” Asshole. 

~ 

He had somehow drifted off to sleep, leaning against Kirishima of course. He briefly felt himself being manoeuvred under the redheads arm to rest on his chest. It allowed his honey sweet voice to rumble through his chest and reverberate into Bakugo’s body. It felt secure and safe. It did however wake him enough to hear a glimpse of the conversation, his body and eyes too damn tired to move. It was like the pre sleep daze.

“I can’t believe you found someone so opposite to you, it’s actually hilarious.” Dunce face mused, causing Kirishima to laugh. “You seem really happy.”

“He loves me so much, man.” Kirishima hummed, arm tightening around him protectively. “Like, you know how sometimes you are in a relationship and you feel insecure and like they don’t get you or you wonder if they love you as much as you love them?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s not like that. He’s so supportive and he just cares so much.” Well, he was glad he came across like that instead of an asshole. “I love him.”

“Jeez, are those wedding bells in the distance?” Kaminari joked and Kirishima hummed a laugh.

“Denks, he gave me the courage to finally cut my father out of my life.” Kirishima mentioned casually. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thinking about him in a coattail tux.”

“Damn son!”

“You know I can fucking hear you?” He grumbled, finally awake enough to talk. “Would never fucking wear coattails.”

“I know you can hear us. You frowned like three minutes ago.” Kirishima poked him in the cheek. “But you’re definitely a vest and jacket guy.”

“Shut up.” He yawned, moving to spread out on the couch. “I‘ll wear what I damn well want to wear.” Kirishima beamed at him as Kaminari pretended to gag.

~~

“So… what made you fall in love with me?” Kirishima asked later when they were cuddled up for the movie he’d put on.

“I dunno.” He answered, shoving some popcorn in his mouth. “Just did.”

“Come on, Kats.” He whined and begged. “I’ll tell you if you tell me.” There was a prolonged pause while he decided on answering. He decided to go with it.

“I just… you were genuine and your smile… fuck, I don’t know.” He took a breath. “I just wanted you to be happy. Everything, okay?”

“When?”

“I don’t fucking remember there being a time I didn’t.” He shrugged.

“Now that makes me feel slack.” Kirishima hummed. “I kind of thought I was headed that way when I spent a week here, but then we kind of briefly broke up and I didn’t let myself think about it until I got angry at you and stormed out and spent the night really missing you.”

“Stupid.” He yawned, nestling in closer and resting his head on Kirishima’s shoulder. “I definitely fucking loved you when we weren’t together… my mother fucking pointed it out because I was comparing my feelings for you to addiction.”

“I’m assuming I’m meant to be complimented here.”

“I freaked out because craving shit and needing something was always a bad thing.” He explained without looking at him. “It’s why I backed off and didn’t call or whatever.”

“Wait… you wanted to call me?” He asked, readjusting himself to turn, gently manoeuvring his chin up so they were looking at each other. “It wasn’t just my lame assed text explaining things?”

“You think I would have fucking cut contact for the lame assed reason of seeing you out with that other idiot?” Bakugo asked, cocking an eyebrow. “You looked uncomfortable and it would have been stupid for you to actually bring a date to the place I fucking own. I would have found out.”

“So you actually had such strong feels for me that you didn’t understand that you noped out of the situation until you missed me too much?”

“Pretty much, yeah.” At the words, Kirishima smiled one of the sweetest damn smiles he’d ever seen.

“God I love you.” And before he could say anything else, lips were pressed to his. When they parted, the redhead let out a contented sigh.

“It’s not the same though.” Bakugo explained, feeling a little bit dizzy. “It’s good… not destructive… healthy and shit, you know?”

“I know.” He kissed him again. “We kick ass at being in a relationship.” That they really damn well did.

~~~~~

Bakugo walked past the kitchen, rubbing his eye and yawning when he noticed the lunch sitting on the counter.

Blinking, he looked at it as if it confused him.

Once his brain caught up, he couldn’t help but groan loudly.

What was the point of cooking and packing food if his boyfriend was just going to fucking leave it on the bench?

Grumbling to himself, he was only ridiculously mad that he had to leave to comfort of the air-conditioning. It had been running pretty much non-stop throughout the endless fucking summer they were currently experiencing. It should have been cooling down, but apparently the universe was being a dick and putting a stop to any of the ‘by the fire place shenanigans’.

Now, instead of catching up on the shit he needed to do before work in the comfort of his home, he was driving forty minutes out of his way so his idiot was fed because it wasn’t like he could buy food when his wallet was sitting beside the fucking lunch.

Shoving his own phone and wallet into his pocket, he forced some shoes on and grabbed all the shit Kirishima had left behind.

Forty irritating minutes later he arrived and was clearly way too underdressed to be seen at whatever fucking place this was. He knew it was technically a research facility funded by a swanky university, but damn did he feel out of his element. Maybe he shouldn’t have worn the jeans with the rips in them. Maybe he should have worn a nicer shirt that wasn’t oversized and boring white.

With a frustrated sigh, he trudged through to the lobby and couldn’t help but relax a little with the cool. After giving his name to the lady at the desk, he was given directions up several floors and down several hallways.

“Who are you?” Some older lady with severe makeup and tight grey curls asked when he knocked on the door of what he hoped was Kirishima’s lab. “This isn’t open for generic use and you can’t have food in here.”

“Do I look like I work here?” He asked sardonically to which she looked him up and down, assessing. Crazy bitch. “No.” And there was a lengthy pause in which he realised she wasn’t going to continue.

“Eijiro forgot his lunch.” He finally offered, holding it up. “And wallet.”

With a roll of her eyes, she turned and walked away, leaving the door open. Frowning a little, he poked his head through the door only to find Kirishima sitting at one of the desks, work discarded to one side as he rested his head on the table. He was tapping his pen against the notepad, deep in thought.

“Oi.” The greeting caught his attention straight away and his head whipped up as a grin spread across his face. Bakugo held up his lunch. “Forget something?”

“Maybe it was just a ploy to see you.” Kirishima told him, pushing back from his space and walking over to him. “It’s just me and Linda here today and I’m so ready to come home.” He whispered lowly, grabbing his waist and tugging him in for a kiss. They glanced up only to find Linda peering at them over her glasses with a calculating look.

“You’re not wearing your lab coat and your friend can’t bring in food.” She snapped out of nowhere.

“I’m not working on anything but slides and data.” Kirishima pointed out. “It’s boring and I don’t need the coat, particularly when you’re not doing anything but critiquing me anyway. Also, this is my boyfriend, you know that. I talk about him all the time, Linda.” It seemed Linda annoyed Kirishima. A lot. He had a very impatient tone.

“He still can’t bring in food.”

“I know, Linda.” Kirishima shook his head, ushering him out the door. “I’ve worked here for three years.” He didn’t wait for a reply as he shut the door before sighing. “Linda drives me nuts.” Kirishima pulled a face, grabbing his shoulders and leading him down the hall. “She told me this morning that she technically should go on any paper that gets published because she’s the backbone of the lab. She doesn’t do anything Kats, she just takes credit. Linda is a snake.”

“But you just left all your notes and shit out.” He pointed out and the redhead scoffed. “Linda wouldn’t know where to start or how to even read my notes.” Kirishima told him confidently. It was sexy. “Her field of expertise, if you can even call it that, is in hair loss. She has no projects. She has come to the conclusion genetics does, indeed, contribute to hair thickness and she’s somehow still writing the paper on her findings after seven years. It was something we already knew and she’s added no value.”

“Sounds thrilling.” He half laughed. “Why is she there then?”

“Because she’s got tenure.” Kirishima sighed. “And there’s not very many geneticists and she can run the tests that we have to do for the hospital. Funds the lab.”

“She is right,” Bakugo threw out there causing Kirishima to frown at him. “You should be wearing a lab coat.”

“Well, if you hurry up, my new one is in my locker.” Kirishima informed him, rubbing his shoulders. “Although we can’t get too frisky here, they have cameras everywhere.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” What was the point of driving forty minutes if there was no reward?

“There isn’t any.” Kirishima admitted, pecking him on the cheek. “Sit down, I want to run something by you.” Bakugo frowned at the sudden seriousness of the tone and did what he was told, trying not to think of the lab coat that was waiting for visual perusal. Kirishima sat across from him, hands clasped together, and took a deep breath.

“The university has approached me to continue and fund my research under the requirement I start a phd.” He explained in a quick, no breaks kind of sentence. “I would get my own lab and my own assistants, but it means I’d have to cut down the hours that pay me. I would get grant money for my work, but it would work out to be a bit less than what I’m making currently.”

“Do it.” It wasn’t even a fucking questioned.

“But… less money…” Kirishima hesitated, biting down on his bottom lip.

“So?”

“Well, we live together and -…” Ah, so that’s what he was worried about.

“Ei, you could fucking quit tomorrow and do full time study shit if you wanted. I’m not exactly poor. This shit is important to you so do it because when the fuck else are you going to get this offer?” He thought he made a good point. “This way you can fuck off Linda.”

“But like, you’re about to start renovating the new restaurant and that costs money and… like what if something goes wrong?” He blurted out, seemingly overthinking it all. “Not that I think it would… but I don’t know.”

“One, my business money is separate from my personal funds.” Bakugo advised him without hesitation, reassuring the poor bastard. “Two, it’s fucking insured for that reason. Three, my idiot sous chef is also investing in that restaurant, so it’s less risky if shit goes wrong. But it’s not going to go wrong. So, I’m saying do it. I don’t need to give you fucking permission, you have my support or whatever.” Kirishima looked at him completely silent for a long moment before his eyes started glistening with tears.

“You want me to do this, really?”

“I want you to be happy and do whatever the fuck you want to do.” He advised without reservation. “It’s important to you and that makes it important to be.”

“You’re so amazing.” Kirishima grinned, reaching for his hand. “But I do have savings and stuff and I’ve been really slack with deciding what to do with my old apartment… I don’t know if I should rent it out or sell it… I don’t know. It’s money either way.”

“If you rent it, it’ll cover your loss of income.” There was a slight pause. “If you sell it, you can just save the cash.”

“Yeah, I guess… I mean, and don’t take me the wrong way, but like it was the first thing I ever bought for myself and I’m really proud that I did.” Kirishima rambled, pulling back and running a hand through his hair. “And I am so happy I moved in with you, like more than happy, but although it’s home and where I want to live, I didn’t exactly contribute to the place. I’m not the owner and it’s a bit bittersweet getting rid of it.”

“You’re going on the paperwork to our place, so technically you will be.” Kirishima blinked at the words before his mouth opened slightly.

“Kats, baby… are you sure?” He asked, a little dumbfounded. “That’s… I mean, we aren’t even married or anything.”

“So?” He really didn’t see the issue. “You planning on breaking up with me or some shit, asshole?”

“No, of course not,” Kirishima shook his head and reached for his hand again. “But we’re talking about the house you bought and love so I would understand taking our time with all of that.”

“Fine, rent out your place until we decide to get married and then sell it and sign the paperwork for the house.” He thought that made perfectly logical sense. Kirishima grinned at him.

“So marrying me is something you’ve thought about then?” The redhead asked, moving his thumb in a circular motion, gently caressing his palm.

“Well I didn’t say it for laughs.” Bakugo replied with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. “I know I’m fucking hilarious and all, but I don’t joke about us.”

“I know you don’t…” He paused in deliberation. “I’ve been meaning to ask; the other night at dinner… your mother said something that made me think we should have a discussion about.” Well that was never a good fucking sign. Kirishima hesitated and bit his bottom lip before taking a deep breath. He then sighed it out.

“Spit it out.” Bakugo ordered, kicking him gently under the table. “What did the hag say?”

“She asked me if we were ever going to make her a grandmother.” Kirishima admitted carefully which caused Bakugo to snort a laugh. “I didn’t know what to tell her because we haven’t ever talked about what we wanted with all of that.”

“Well what do you want?”

“After what happened to me growing up and the fact it’s genetic… I’m not sure about the whole idea…” Kirishima admitted, he was calm but his eyes were screaming. “Even adoption or surrogacy scares me… so many things can go wrong… I just… I don’t know if i can.”

“Okay.” And it was as easy as that. Kirishima seemingly looked confused by the answer.

“Okay?” He pressed, unconvinced. “What does that mean?”

“I love you and I want you to be happy.” He reiterated. “If you decide you don’t want them, fine. If you do, okay.”

“You don’t… what?” He asked, confusion taking over. “I don’t get the impartial kind of feel here.” Bakugo shrugged.

“If I had a kid I would love it, but I don’t need one in my life to feel fucking fulfilled.” He admitted. “We don’t even need to think about it right now.”

“So you’re okay with it just being us?” Kirishima asked, looking slightly relieved.

“Shit yeah.” There was no doubt about it. “Didn’t think I’d ever even have that. I’m fucking thirty, I have everything I want.”

“And our parents?” Kirishima asked, small smile in place. “When they ask us about it again?”

“Tell them to fuck off.” Bakugo mused. “The hag has never even mentioned it until now and she cares about us being happy so, she’ll be fine.” He was still going to have a chat to her on the way home. “But I don’t want you to feel like you can’t ever change your mind or whatever.” He threw out there. “So if that happens, just fucking … I dunno, talk to me about it.”

“It frightens me.”

“I know.”

“For now, I think I just want to focus on us.” Kirishima admitted. “I wasted too much time figuring myself out that I don’t want to waste any time with you… are you sure about it, because if you actually want them we should talk about it… it’s not off the table but it does concern me.”

“I want you, I don’t give a shit about the rest.” Simply put. “We put a pin in it and revisit if we decide it’s something we might like to do.”

“You give a shit about your job though.”

“I’d still choose you over everything else.” He admitted.

“I’d choose you too.” It was nice being in love.

~~

The lab coat was better than he ever expected it to be. It was sexy and hugged every flexed movement Kirishima did. It was mouth watering. Sexy and smart was not something he ever thought of many people, but his boyfriend was.

“So you’re going to bring one home tonight?” He asked, running his hands down Kirishima’s arms. “I know I’m working, but god… I need you in just this.”

“I kind of wish I had known about your kink way earlier.” The redhead whispered into his ear, biting the lobe and grazing slightly. “I’ll make it happen.”

“Good,” He briefly pressed their lips together. “I have to go, but I will be thinking of you in this all the fucking way home.”

“I love you, thanks for bringing me my food and wallet.” Kirishima smiled into the second kiss. “See you tonight.”

By the time he was out of the complex city web he decided to call his mother just to put her in her place regarding the whole kids scenario.

“What do you want?” She asked but there was lightness to her tone which made him think she was just being stupid.

“You asked Ei if we were giving you a damn grandchild.” He threw out and she laughed loudly.

“Yeah, he did look frightened by the question.” She continued to snicker. “I was joking, Katsuki.”

“It was a shit joke.” He offered, rolling his eyes. “It made him uncomfortable.”

“I wasn’t under the impression he thought I was serious.” She did actually sound genuine for once. “I’m sorry if I made him uncomfortable. I didn’t realise it would be a touchy subject. I always assumed you never wanted any and that you’d spoken about it.”

“We get to make that choice, it’s nobodies business.” He told her. “And it is touchy because of the shit he’s been through. It’s not something he feels like he can just fucking decide on lightly and if he ever changes his mind it’s for us to talk about and I don’t need you joking about it.”

“That’s fine Katsuki, as long as you’re both happy with your decision.” Well, that was promising. She didn’t even make a comment on his lecturing tone. “I just want you both to be happy. Your father and I will support you in whatever you decide.”

“So it doesn’t bother you if we don’t?”

“Never thought I was getting any anyway.” She told him with a laugh. “I’ll call him later and apologise.”

“Good.” Crisis adverted. “Now talk shit to me so I’m not bored while driving.”

~~~~

“Hey,” Kirishima greeted, leaning against the doorframe wearing nothing but the lab coat. “I need a new research subject, care to let me study every inch of you?”

Without hesitation, he kicked off his shoes and threw down his belongings, making sure to lock the door behind him. In two flat seconds, he was out of his clothes and at the others disposal. Confusion hit as his back made sudden contact with the wall, the other’s lips hovering over his, holding his hips in place.

“My favourite thing to learn in your body, even if it’s just in revision.” There was no stopping how turned on he was by the promise in his voice. “I could write papers just about the noises you make and the way you shiver when I touch you.”

“Fuck.” He breathed, well almost groaned, grasping the coat in his hands. “Stop teasing and fucking kiss me already.”

“How about I touch you too?” He grinned, hand slipping between them, gripping two very hard appendages. He almost didn’t have time to make a noise as the redhead captured his lips in a bold, sexy kiss that lead him to grip the coat even tighter. The redhead worked them both with one hand, stroking in time with their kissing. When his boyfriend moved his lips to the underside of his ear, he couldn’t help the intensity of pleasure that coursed through his body, causing him to finish in a spectacular… much too early … fashion. Shit.

“Uh… did you just?” Kirishima asked, glancing down between them.

The blush that was now crossing his face was burning.

“Shut it.” He shot back quickly. “Been thinking about it all fucking day. Just got … intense or some shit.”

“I think it’s sexy you get so worked up over this.” The redhead reassured, guiding his hand down for him to grip. “But I’m still very hard and in need of your assistance…”

There was definitely enough slide thanks to his premature undoing. So he made it slow, working him until his legs where shaking and he needed to use the wall to stabilise himself. The harsh breaths hit his neck, as the other buried his face there. He aided his ministrations with filthy whispers that had the other all but whimpering. The with one, two, three steady strokes, the redhead melted against him in a erotic mess.

“How sleepy are you?” Kirishima asked once they’d snuggled into bed. He was sort of lying on top of the redhead, getting the attention he deserved.

“I’m awake.” He admitted, thinking about all the shit he needed to do for the following week with the new restaurant. The renovations were taking longer than expected and they also had to hold interviews for the staff for replacement and new; unwinding was more difficult with stress, even with some release.

“Me too.” Kirishima kissed the top of his head. “Do you want to watch a movie or something?”

“Yeah.” He agreed, raising his head a little to look at him. “Why the hell aren’t you tired?”

“Because we have our housewarming tomorrow and I’m excited.” He admitted with a little grin. “And because you’re lying on top of me.”

“I always lie one top of you.” Facts were facts; since the moment they’d spent every night together, he’d definitely become more accustomed to the intimacy of touching and cuddling. He half suspected he rolled and spread out a lot, but Kirishima had learned to manipulate him into a normal position by morning.

“Yeah, and I always roll you off when you fall asleep.’ He admitted sheepishly. “It’s easier than have you fall asleep without cuddling and restlessly whack me in the nose.”

“I don’t do that.” As far as he remembered he didn’t.

“Hm, you do, but that’s okay.” He reassured with a gentle caress of his lower back. “Most of the time I have to roll over and spoon you and then you settle.”

“So you’re saying all the times I come home and try not to wake you up, I fucking do it anyway?” He asked, sitting up into a straddle position.

“Yeah, unless you choose to cuddle or get comfortable on me instead.” He grinned. “That also wakes me up but it is so much more pleasant than being smacked or kicked by accident.”

“And the fuck you didn’t tell me for?” He demanded, poking him in the chest.

“Because I appreciate the fact you were trying to be considerate and I didn’t know if you were still feeling aphrenrsive about the instigating cuddling thing.” Kirishima beamed at him like the adorable idiot he was. “But now you know, you can totally just cuddle me. I love it when you do.”

“Does it look like I still have a problem with that?” He asked, gesturing to their position.

“No.” His hands traced up to his waist and back down. “Our cuddling game is pretty strong these days.”

“Fine.” He grabbed the others hands and pinned them above his head, causing a dilation of pupils. “If I’m waking you up anyway, I should just do it properly and get you fired up instead.”

“Yeah because you’re totally not exhausted by the time you get home, old man.” Kirishima teased only for Bakugo to cock an eyebrow. “I take it back, you’re not old.”

“Damn straight.” He half grinned, diving for the redheads neck and all but latching on. A good old fashioned hickey was always a good way to prove ones youth. When he released he assessed his work with pride just as Kirishima raised his eyebrows in amusement. “I’m not watching a stupid musical.”

“But they’re so fun!” He protested, biting his bottom lip and giving pleading eyes.

“No.” It was a hard no, even with how hard it was denying him.

“Musical or romcom.” He threw out like an ultimatum.

“Why the fuck are you like this?”

“Don’t even act like you don’t love the hell out of me and my movie tastes.” Kirishima told him with his cheesy smile, rolling the both of them over so he was hovering over him.

“I never said anything about loving your movie tastes.” He disagreed, shoving a hand in his face. “They fucking suck.”

“Well how about we compromise and watch a hero movie where the main guy triumphs over his insecurities and manages to fall in love while saving the world?” Kirishima beamed, allowing his full weight to crash into him. The surprised gasp with the loss of breath was a little undignified, but he would allow it.

“Fine, but no comparing us to the love story again.” He warned, pushing the redhead off. “I’m not sitting there while you compare me to a female hooker that falls in love with a fucking rich guy.”

“I didn’t say you were the hooker, I said I was the hooker.” Kirishima corrected, reaching for the remote. “Because you’re older and richer and I would look great in thigh high boots.” It was true, he probably would but he wasn’t about to admit that. “Also,” Kirishima added when they had settled back in, movie about to start. “Don’t stress about the restaurant, you guys are doing an amazing job and it will all work out. If you need help with any of it, I’ll be there.”

“Yeah… I know.” Because he did know. Kirishima would always help because that’s who he was. “Thanks.” It was still nice to hear thought.

Chapter Text

“Do you two maybe want to chill a little and maybe help set up considering it’s your housewarming?” Mina asked, setting the plates down on the end of the table and placing her hands on her popped hip. Sassy bitch. It wasn’t his problem she offered to do shit.

“Yeah,” Kaminari added, pressing pause on the game he was playing to join in on the scolding. “I get the whole being in love thing, but that’s how you get mono.”

“Shut up, it’s my fucking house.” Bakugo threw at them, grabbing Kirishima’s collar and bringing him back in. Kirishima didn’t protest in the slightest as their lips met again, all smiles and flushed cheeks.

“Does that mean when I buy a house I can sit on the couch making out with my lover while everyone does everything for me?” Kaminari asked, stretching out on the couch.

“You’d have to find someone first.” Kirishima retorted, pulling away just for the dig. Mina laughed and Bakugo snorted something that could be taken as a laugh as he sat back.

“Harsh.” Kaminari pouted, shaking his head. “But not untrue. You’d think that I’d have like, double the options being into both but I’m too gay for the women and too straight for the guys… like what’s my deal?”

“Aren’t you bringing a date tonight?” Mina asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yeah, because those two insisted on inviting the bartender.” Kaminari advised, throwing a glare their way.

“Don’t look at me,” Bakugo held his hands up as Kirishima clapped his thigh. “I didn’t organise or invite shit.”

“Why don’t you just get over your little grudge thing and try again?” Kirishima asked, deciding to lean against Bakugo’s chest; clearly the kissing was over. “It might work out. Look at me and Kats, we were stupid for a red hot minute and then we worked it out because the sex was amazing and we had the feels.”

“Ah my dear, the difference is, you had a week of uninterrupted sex and bonding.” Kaminari expressed, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he leaned forward with his fingertips touching. “I got one night and then he forgot me… then acted like an asshole… and then just randomly stared at me during dinner. I don’t even know how to act anymore. It’s awkward and I’m not convinced he’s not a serial killer.”

“Because bringing a date that you don’t even really like is the perfect way to make it not-awkward.” Mina agreed, slumping down onto the chair, giving up on whatever she was doing. “If all else fails, just find someone to marry at thirty-five as a back-up, like me and Hanta.”

“He must feel so special.” Kaminari smirked. “My back up is already taken, but if that fails I’ll be ready. Also, why the hell am I not your backup?”

“I saw him first… but more importantly who the hell is your back-up?” Mina quirked an eyebrow in doubt.

“Ei, obviously.”

“Say what now?” Kirishima sat up in shock-horror. Clearly it hadn’t been discussed.

“Ha, as if.” Bakugo actually laughed at the words. “Fuck off.”

“Why would I be your back-up?” Kirishima asked, utterly confused.

“Because you told me you would be when we went to prom together.” The idiot explained, giving him the finger guns.

“The night I was so jacked up on pain killers so I could actually go?” He asked, thinking back.

“You know what, that explains so much.” Kaminari nodded, deep in thought. “You totally hinted at liking dudes back then but I thought you were trying to make me feel better about being a dateless loser.”

“Well, you weren’t dateless. We had a bro-date.” Kirishima advised with a hint of a smile. “But I don’t think I’ll be able to be your backup, sorry. Ya know, with the whole being in love thing.”

“Yeah, you kinda fucked my backup plans there.” Kaminari glanced between them before sighing. “Maybe I’ll just be a throuple with Mina and Sero. I can be the unicorn that keeps the marriage alive.”

“We‘d always have you, baby.” Mina winked at him. ‘But maybe don’t discount the bartender so soon. My psychic vibes are totally feeling you two.”

“You did one course in psychic reading and you didn’t even pass it.” Kaminari shot back instantly. ‘Maybe don’t quit your day job.”

“What do you even fucking do, Pinky?” Bakugo asked realising he had no idea. He really should have since Kirishima had them over all the fucking time.

“I currently work at a café and teach dance on the side while I study.” She informed brightly. “I’m going to be a choreographer.”

“Huh.” For some reason he wasn’t even the slightest bit surprised. “Nice.”

“It is, isn’t it.” She grinned, kicking her legs like a fucking excited six year old.

“Okay!” Sero suddenly called, letting himself in and carrying bags of shit that Bakugo had all but refused to buy. He had to cook after all, so they could fucking supply the ingredients. He was pretty sure Kirishima had actually supplied them with the cash to do it though.

“I think I bought everything, thanks for the help everyone.”

“You’re so welcome.” Kaminari replied, reaching for the controller. “I’ll reward you later, babe.”

“Oh that sounds like i’ve totally missed something.” Sero didn’t even look phased as he placed all the bags into the kitchen. “I’ll admit, the pet name did get me all tingly.”

“I’m marrying you and Mina when we’re thirty-five and single.” Kaminari answered, eyes on the game.

“Oh, okay. I’m down.” Sero shrugged, working to unpack. It was nice having an open plan house where you could talk to people in the kitchen. “You’ll look after me when I’m old and a blow job is still a blow job.”

“That’s a true friend.” Kaminari winked, kicking up his feet and making himself way too at home.

“Just as long as you don’t leave me with the laundry.” Mina threw out causing a round of laughter.

“You’d have to know how to turn on the machine first, sweetie.” Sero jibed, not even phased.

By the time everyone started arriving, Kirishima was in full host mode while Bakugo hid away in the kitchen and cooked away the annoyance of having a shit tonne of people in his space. If he was going to have to do this, at least they’d be well fed by the delightful fucking palate watering meal he’d created.

“I bought dessert!” Uraraka chimed out of nowhere, storming through the kitchen and opening the fridge. “I hope you like butterscotch.”

“It’ll do.” He shrugged, not willing to agree nor thank her for her efforts… that would be too inviting and he didn’t want her to think she could just come back.

“Why did you only carry one box and pile the rest onto me?” Shinso half complained, following in behind her. “You didn’t even keep the door open for me.”

“And yet you managed.” Uraraka mused, taking one of the boxes from the top. “And because I gave you a lift and the premise of that lift was that you help me.”

“You offered to drive me.” He pointed out, placing the rest of the boxes on the bench. “I wasn’t even planning on coming.”

“Then why the fuck are you here?” Bakugo asked, adding a variety of spices to the pan.

“Because she bribed me with butterscotch pie and a box of macarons.” Shinso told him blandly. “I don’t know if it was worth it.”

“You never trust the fucking devil in disguise.” Bakugo pointed the wooden spoon at him.

“Shut up,” Uraraka rolled her eyes. “You were going to come because we all know about your not so secret feelings for Kirishima’s blonde nurse friend even though you’ve only met him a total of maybe four times.”

“He doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

“Yeah well maybe you shouldn’t have been a total dick to him before working out that you wanted to see him on a regular basis.” She scolded bluntly. Bakugo smirked; he liked this side of Uraraka. “Generally when people want to date someone, they don’t shut them down or insult them. And for the record, staring creepily at someone is not the right way to convey your feelings for them.”

Shinso opened his mouth, closed it again, opened it once more and then looked at Bakugo.

“Don’t fucking look at me, she’s right.” He agreed with a shrug, not really invested. Like, at all. “Maybe… fuck, I dunno. Apologise or some shit.”

Just as the man was about to reply, as if on cue, Kaminari bounced into the kitchen.

“Ei asked me if I could get the things from the oven and bring them out.” He rushed out, not even taking in the people in his presence. “I didn’t sign up to be some kind of cater waiter and you manage a restaurant, why didn’t you think to get someone to do this?”

“What things from the oven?” Bakugo cocked an eyebrow, glancing over to it. “I’ve been using it for half the goddamn food.” Kaminari sighed loudly as if it greatly inconvenienced him; he rolled his eyes like the dramatic shit he was and then finally noticed the others in the kitchen.

“Oh, hey Uraraka.” He smiled brightly, before glancing to Shinso and back to Bakugo. “I think they were the egg rolls? Just point me in the direction and I’ll grab them before anyone thinks I’m making some sort of ploy to talk them.”

Fucking burn. Bakugo held back his snickers as he pointed to where the egg rolls were located on a hot plate. He couldn’t help but look over at Shinso who was standing there, clearly shocked and frozen in place.

“Thanks, Katsuki.” He gathered the trays. “I think my date will love these.” And then he sauntered out, oozing petty defiance and sass.

“Date?” Shinso asked as soon as he was gone, only a tad bit of worry crossing his face.

“If you wanna call it that.” He scoffed, testing the sauce. It was perfect.

“That could have been you!” Uraraka sing-songed, poking the idiot in the arm. “You know, I actually love how petty and savage that was.”

“Hey babe!” Kirishima called, stepping into the conversation and assessing the room. “Ohhh. Denki was bitter, wasn’t he?”

“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.” Bakugo commented, passing him a spoon. “Taste.” Kirishima took the spoon, agreed that it was amazing and went back for seconds.

“Okay, I get it.” Shinso rubbed his face in frustration. “I’m an idiot and I screwed up.”

“Why don’t you just apologise man?” Kirishima asked with genuine interest. “He’s only upset and feeling rejected. Words are like his love language.” Uraraka nodded along in agreement as if she knew what he was on about.

“Love language?” Bakugo asked, crooking an eyebrow. “Sounds stupid.”

“It’s not.” Kirishima argued, leaning against the bench. “Everyone has a way of expressing their love and what makes us feel the most loved. It can be super helpful in relationships if you understand what you and your partners language is. I do it through physical affection. You do stuff for people.” Well that made perfect fucking sense for something that sounded so stupid.

“Stuff? Sounds kinky.” Shinso commented only for Uraraka to shush him.

“Sometimes kinky.” Kirishima agreed, dodging the spoon that was instantly thrown at him. “No, it just means that he does a lot for me and looks after me.”

“And words?” Shinso asked, pretending to be sarcastic about it. “He feels most valued with active, honest communication and words of encouragement.” Kirishima supplied.

“That sounds too simple.” The idiot stated, calculating. “Almost fake.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re kind of negative.” Kirishima pulled a face, deciding to lean on Bakugo like he wasn’t in the middle of fucking cooking. He didn’t move him though, because he had just said he loves the touching or whatever. Uraraka snorted at the comment before clapping Shinso on the shoulder and stepping out of the kitchen, mumbling something about luck.

“Midoriya told me the same thing.” The man considered. “Maybe I should just apologise.”

“Fucking finally.” Bakugo ground out, shoving some food into Kirishima’s hands. Kirishima glanced at it before placing it on the bench beside him. “I haded that to you for a reason.”

“Give me a sec.” He insisted, turning back to Shinso with determination. “Only apologise if you mean it.” Kirishima told him sternly. “ If you don’t or you’re not feeling it, just leave him alone because he is my best friend and he deserves better than to be screwed around.”

“I don’t want to screw him around but I might unintentionally do it and that’s the problem.”

“Why don’t you… I dunno…” Bakugo offered his opinion like everyone deserved to hear it. “Be fucking honset and tell the goddamn truth?”

“Yes, good idea.” Shinso agreed sarcastically. “Because everyone wants to hear the story about an adopted insomniac with complex childhood trauma.”

“Well I spent my teenage years hooked up to an IV with no hair and only one parent because my dad left us and then blamed me and told me I should have died and Katsuki understood and accepted the damage.” Kirishima offered with no hesitation.

“We all know I’m fucked up.” Bakugo added, transferring the contents of the pan to large bowel. “Successful, smart and awesome, but kind of fucked up.”

“And humble.” Kirishima added with a roll of his eyes before he grinned and kissed his cheek. “The point is, everybody has stuff they have to deal with. Denki does too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m not just going to spill you his whole life story because it’s a personal thing, but lets just say he didn’t exactly come from a very supportive household.” Kirishima advised. “Despite that, he turned out to be understanding and genuine. So don’t fuck it up.”

And with that he grabbed the dish he was handed earlier and almost skipped out the door, calling Sero’s name to alert him to the food.


~

Bakugo was sitting on the couch, talking to one of Kirishima’s colleagues that wasn’t Linda… well he was half listening to some long winded speech about music effects on neurodivergencies while snacking on a plate of food that he finally managed to eat after spending one thousand fucking hours cooking it.

And then his boyfriends eyes were locked on him as he made his way over. Kirishima grinned at his friends across the room before deciding to sit on his lap, saying an apology for the interruption to whoever Bakugo was talking to. 

With an arm slinked around his neck, Bakugo made an effort to accommodate the muscly idiot, even if he did roll his eyes at the action. To both their efforts, none of the food was dropped and he’d managed to manoeuvre and spring roll into his mouth.

“Hey.” The redhead whispered into his ear before nipping the lobe. “You look gorgeous tonight.”

“I always look fucking gorgeous.” He grouched back, secretly loving the affection as he swallowed his bite. Kirishima laughed a little before pulling his face up into a gentle kiss. It was sweet and totally fucking gay, particularly in front of a group of people who started hollering in the background. Bakugo gave them the finger, however his eyes were closed as they kissed.

“Perfect.” Kirishima mumbled against his lips.

“Sappy.” He answered back, flicking his forehead.

They stayed like that for a while, Kirishima offering up conversation to his work colleagues as Bakugo finished eating. It didn’t take long for them to be rudely interrupted.

There was a loud crashing sound from the front yard and then some yelling which probably didn’t bode well for them where their neighbours were concerned. With a scowl, he pushed Kirishima up as the group went to investigate the source.

The scene was not what he expected. Kaminari crouched on the grass, trying to stem a bloody nose while Shinso and Kaminari’s maybe date threw punches at each other. The fuck was this?

Mina rushed to Kaminari’s side all the while Kirishima was shouting for them to stop.

With a sigh, Bakugo looked at his boyfriend and they seemed to have an unspoken conversation before nodding and moving in to break up the stupid fight. It was relatively easy separating them given the fact they were both pretty slender.

“Oi, you fucking moron.” Bakugo growled at his bartender. “You’re gonna get yourself fucking locked up. Stop.” Shinso sagged in his arms, seemingly defeated as he glanced to Kaminari who was just staring at the ground and holding his nose. Kirishima was still half fighting to hold the other one still. Not that Kirishima wouldn’t win, he was buff as fuck and could totally handle it. Actually, he kind of wanted to be held like that.

“Dude, stop!” He begged against the wiggling. “What the hell is your problem?”

“He got up into our business!” Random guy shouted, glaring at Shinso. “Should have minded your own!”

“YOU HIT HIM!” And yeah, he was back to struggling. With a growl, Bakugo tugged at him, flailing limbs and all.

“Fuck me,” He grit his teeth as Kirishima looked over to Kaminari to confirm. The blonde looked at him and nodded. “Dunce face, go inside.”

“Don’t you dare.” The random sneered at the blonde. “We were in the middle of a conversation.”

“That conversation ended when you punched me, dude.” He answered, holding onto his nose. “This is over. I’m not going to be that guy.”

“No, please… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to.” He begged quickly, changing his tune. “It won’t happen again, I swear.”

“I have helped enough people in my career to know that’s not true.” Kaminari told him blankly. “I refuse to be another statistic when I have the option of walking away.”

“But we have something!” God, what a fucking moron.

“We had coffee once…” The blonde pulled a face at the clingy bastard. “Like, damn. Chill. I’m not interested.” The random date started to cry, pleading at him and struggling to get free. Kirishima tightened his hold as Kaminari walked inside without a glance backward.

“I’m going to let you go, but if you go for him I’ll kick your ass and fire the shit out of you.” Bakugo warned Shinso who nodded, complying. He did what he was told, glaring at the idiot date before stalking inside… he didn’t know if he was following Kaminari or if he just needed space, but it was good enough.

“Right.” The redhead looked almost feral once they had both left. It was a turnon to say the least. “If you fucking come near him again, if you contact him, if you seek him out, I will snap every fucking finger and both your damn legs. Go get help you fucking piece of shit.” He didn’t hesitate to throw him to the ground like a twig. “You’re pathetic.”

“Get the fuck off my property before I call the cops.” Bakugo almost spat out aggressively, murder in his eyes. “I won’t tell you what I’ll do if you come back, but it’ll be a lot worse than a few broken bones.”

“Are you threatening me?” He stammered, scooting back to try and get to his feet.

“You fucking bet I am.” Hesitation and conflict crossed through the randoms eyes before he decided against whatever he was going to say. Instead he held his hands up and mumbled something under his breath before walking away.

“Wow.” Suddenly his idiot sous-chef and manager were there, taking in the scene and looking at the guy who was now running down the street. For what reason, he didn’t know. The guy was nuts anyway. “What did we just walk in on?”

“Something dramatic.” Todoroki mused, looking around. “We’re all outside and watching that man run.”

“You guys missed out!” Uraraka stated as she and Mina flagged them, taking their arms respectively. “Shinso and running guy were in a fight.”

“Yeah and then those two broke them up.” Mina added, guiding them to the door. “It was all testosterone and I have never been more titillated.”

“It was a fated battle between men!” Uraraka cried, fired up and punching the air.

“It was actually a manly display of friendship!” Kirishima called, only for Mina to wave him off.

“So why were they fighting?” Midoriya asked, all for the gossip now that work was finished. They walked to the house, all a chatter. At least some people were enjoying the fucking party. 

“I should go check on him.” Kirishima stated, worry taking his features once the front started clearing.

“Let me do it.” Bakugo insisted quickly.

“Are you sure?” He asked, grabbing his shoulder gently.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “I got this.”



“Oi, dunce face.” Bakugo moved to the bathroom where Kaminari was sitting on the floor, staring at the ceiling with his nose pinched. “You okay?”

“Peachy.” He answered a little too brightly; at least he was still joking. “Please tell me my nose is still straight? I don’t think I could handle a crooked nose when all I have going for me is my cute looks and charming personality.”

“Let me look.” He grabbed him by the chin and yanked his face up to investigate the nose. “Nah, still as stupid looking as it was before.” He let him go, standing back and leaning on the bench with a frown in place. 

“What?” Kaminari asked, putting the cloth back to his nose when he didn’t talk. “You look like you wanna lecture me or something.”

“I’m gonna tell you the truth because I know know of those other fuckers never do.” He liked to think he was a good friend or whatever.

“Go on.”

“You’re not a fucking idiot so stop acting like one.” He delivered with as much tact as he was able to give and Kaminari looked at him like he was shocked. “Know your goddamn worth and stop going on dates with assholes. It’s not some fun anecdote about your dating journey when you actually get fucking hurt.”

“I bet you didn’t give Ei this lecture before you guys started dating.” Kaminari mumbled, looking at the ground.

“Trust me, I fucking did.” He admitted easily. “And then he went on to date someone fucking amazing that respects the shit out of him a loves the fuck out of him.”

“You know it would almost be sweet if I didn’t know you were talking about yourself.” He answered, only a little sarcastic.

“But you’re also gonna stop being stubborn and talk to the other fucking idiot.” Bakugo told him frankly. “As funny as the whole sass shit was.”

“Why should I when you just told me to know my worth and he was a dick to me?” Well, he had a point.

“Because I have to work with the fucker and all he does is pine after you.” He stated, throwing a wet towel in his direction. “I’m not saying you have to date the guy. Just talk or some shit.”

Right on cue, a knock sounded on the door. It was open so it wasn’t like it was a full interruption.

“How’s your nose?” Shinso asked hesitantly, keeping his distance. There were a couple prolonged seconds of silence.

“It’s pretty gross,” Kaminari gestured at his reddened shirt and swollen nose with bits of caked dried blood on his face. “But I think I’m going to live.”

“… good.” It was painful, the interaction.

“I… promise this totally wasn’t some sort of ploy to talk to you.” Kaminari clearly couldn’t help himself. 

“Oh my fucking god.” Bakugo threw his hands up before deciding to step out. “Talk it out or I’m kicking you both out.”

“How’d you go?” Kirishima asked when he’d returned and all but threw himself onto the couch. He didn’t answer, just merely tugged the redhead into a kiss that was probably not at all appropriate for a party. “Kiss me like that again babe and we might have to sneak off to the bedroom.”

“Just as long as you throw me onto the damn mattress.” His voice was low and sultry. “And take me hard and fast.”

“As soon as everyone’s out of here, I’m going to do just that.” He promised with a flirty grin.

“Good.” He answered, sitting back and stretching out. “He’s fine. Gave him the same lecture I gave you when you were being a fucking idiot and dating all those idiots.”

“Oh god.” Kirishima looked horrified. “How’d he take it?”

“He’s fine.” He shrugged. “They’re talking or whatever.”

“You’re like a puppet master.” Kirishima half laughed. “Pulling all the strings.”

“I’m just better at relationships … and well everything than all people.” He answered cockily. “I am the king of all this shit and you better not forget it.”

“Yes babe.”

“Revere me.” He ordered, nudging him in the ribs.

“I’m sorry, you’re right.” Kirishima grabbed his hand, linking their fingers together. “I won’t ever forget, my grace.” He kissed his knuckles, before smiling cheekily up at him.

“You’re lucky I love you or whatever.” He muttered. “Asshole.”

“I am lucky.” Kirishima smiled genuinely then, as if nothing else were truer than those words. “That’s something I will always remember.” Bakugo would have blushed if he had’ve continued, just by the way the other was looking at him, but a moment later they were being interrupted by the other two idiots who were trying to catch up on the events of the evening.

Midoriya and Todoroki had a very hands-off approach to public appearances.

There was no hand holding, no small touches and no stolen kisses in the night when they thought nobody was watching.

They sat on the couch at a suitable distance apart which seemed to be a stark contrast to how Kirishima was all but draped around him, clutching his hand and occasionally pretending to bite him. How Bakugo allowed it, he didn’t know himself but the redhead was happy and that’s what mattered.

The other two were very formal. They ate their food separately and didn’t steal anything off of each other’s plates. They were polite and used their most respectful manners with each other and it seemed ridiculously forced.

“What the fuck is up with you two?” Bakugo asked after a while of observation. “Aren’t you dating or some shit now?”

“I’m not sure I know what you mean?” Midoriya glanced at the other with wide eyes. “Nothing is wrong.”

“Then why the hell are you being so fucking weird?” He pressed, frown in place. “Do you act this formal when you’re alone?”

“No,” Todoroki confirmed. “Not that it should be any of your concern but we figured that we should probably be respectful given that it is your home and I wasn’t sure if it was technically classified as a work event.”

“Stop being creepy.” He spat out only to get a reprimanding name call out from Kirishima.

“Let them do whatever they’re comfortable with.” Stupid considerate boyfriend.

“No, I get it.” Midoriya smiled over to them before grabbing the others hand. “Thank you for allowing us to be ourselves.”

“What the fuck ever, nerd.” Bakugo rolled his eyes.

A while later, the two from the bathroom walked out looking pretty put together for two people who were in a bathroom alone for ages. Maybe they did just talk. Weird.

“My beautiful honey!” Mina threw herself onto Kaminari, examining his face. “How are you? It doesn’t look broken. What an absolute dick. Also… what is up with walking out all suspect with the bartender? I thought we were boycotting him? If not… what was the detox even for?”

“You know the room can hear you?” Kirishima asked, looking at the two and then giving an apologetic smile to Shinso like he wasn’t a fucking adult that could speak for himself.

“Yes, because I was trying to make it awkward in case we were still angry.”

“Do you people just get collectively angry?” Shinso asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yes.” Bakugo answered, looking at his nail. “We had to be pissed of at you just like we have to hate Linda.”

“Fuck Linda.” Sero, Kaminari and Mina all replied instantly. The others from Kirishima’s work nodded along in agreement, muttering under their breath at the woman.

“Linda is a snake.” Kirishima answered, attempting to put context into the conversation.

“Which means,” Kaminari stated, looking over at the purple haired guy. “You now hate Linda.”

“And who’s Linda exactly?”

“Linda is the worst thing about my job.” Kirishima scowled; thinking of Linda always got him bothered. “If I had to choose between licking asshole and Linda, I’d choose the asshole every time.”

“That’s not a hard choice.” Bakugo retorted quickly. “You willingly did that this morning.”

“Yeah, but yours doesn’t count.” He shrugged.

“Nobody here needed to know that.” Sero sighed, shaking his head as the others either laughed or raised their eyebrows.

“Okay, okay maybe that was the wrong example.” Kirishima conceded, deep in consideration. “But literally, talking to her makes me want to rip my arms off and throw them at her.”

“It was an example that subjected us into the inner sanctum of your relationship in which we are all unlikely to recover from.” Todoroki offered with the silence that followed.

“Oh whatever!” Uraraka cried from the opposite couch. “Don’t act like you don’t do the exact same thing.”

“I can assure you, my tongue hasn’t ever ventured into that vicinity, nor has it ever been reciprocated.” The man explained, causing his idiot sous chef to squeak and turn tomato red.

“Really?” Kaminari asked, surprised. “You should, it’s a game changer.”

“Are you taking notes?” Mina whispered teasingly to Shinso who sighed and pinched his nose. “You’re one of us now.”

Bakugo almost felt sorry for Kirishima’s work colleagues… no-one should be subjected to whatever the fuck this was, as much as he loved them all. Not that they would EVER know that. Ever. 


~~~

The next morning he awoke late and finally, fucking finally, it wasn’t hot as shit.

The house was literally a fucking mess and he didn’t want to clean it in the least. He decided to fuck it off for something much more appealing.

“Oi,” He nudged Kirishima. When he didn’t wake up he nudged him harder only to get a small, incoherent mumble. “Wake the fuck up.”

Still nothing.

He had to resort to drastic measures.

So he pushed his stupid sleepy boyfriend out of bed. He landed with a thump that elicited a loud groan. 

“Is there a reason you decided to be a colossal asshole and wake me up like this?” Kirishima’s voice echoed up from the floor and he couldn’t help but peer over and grin at him. He was rubbing his eyes, looking tired but not angry.

“I tried the nice way and you wouldn’t wake up so I resorted to drastic measures.” He shrugged rolling over. “Brace yourself.”

“What?” Before the redhead realised what was happening, Bakugo was rolling off the side, landing on top of him with a winding groan. “Why?” The word was whiney and drawn out. 

“Cause I can.” He smirked, linking his fingers through his hair, his thumbs tracing down his jaw gently. “Cause I kinda love you and shit.”

“If that were really true, you wouldn’t kick me out of bed and then throw yourself on top of me in such a careless way.” Kirishima pouted, wrapping his arms around him.

“I did it so I could do this.” He told him, pressing their lips together.

“Fine.” Kirishima sighed after they broke apart. “I’m awake and I love you too, so what do you want?”

“Breakfast.”

“Breakfast?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow as his hands clasped around his ass and proceeded to grind a little. “When you’re on me like this?”

”We can do other shit first if you want.” 

“Just kiss me some more.” 

So he did exactly that.

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“You guys are up early.” Kirishima’s mother beamed when they walked through the café doors.

“Yeah, for once it wasn’t my doing.” Kirishima yawned, draping himself over Bakugo’s shoulders. “He pushed me out of bed and jumped on me.”

“You wake me up every fucking morning.” He retorted, elbowing him in the side. Kirishima dodged, only to move back in and nuzzle into his neck, closing his eyes.

“I always make it up to you.” Kirishima hummed, arms moving around his waist. “I only do it because I want to spend time with you.” He couldn’t even retort to that, it was too damn sweet. What an asshole. He settled for rolling his eyes instead, but even that was lacking any actual malice.

“So coffee then?” His future mother in law offered with a beaming smile. “Are you staying for breakfast too?”

“Yeah,” Kirishima’s chin moved to rest on his shoulder. “Can you make me some of that maple bacon?” Bakugo pretended he didn’t hear the monstrosity of a request. It wasn’t like the idea was bad in theory but it was far too sweet for him.

“Sure sweetie.” She hummed, plugging in the order into the computer. Bakugo almost wondered what else she was adding because literally all he asked for was the bacon. Surely it wouldn’t be a whole damn plate of bacon…. Surely. Knowing Kirishima though, it probably was. “And for you, my darling?”

That was a new one.

It kind of made him feel special, not that he was going to admit it. He liked Kirishima’s mother. She was genuine and sweet and supportive of everything. It was hard not to like her. Besides, she was the one that created the actual fucking man of his dreams and he was so goddamn thankful for that.

“Just the chilli cheese omelette.” It was a good staple of her menu. “Sourdough toast on the side, thanks.”

“I’ll bring the hot sauce when I bring it out.” She beamed as Kirishima moved and smashed down a fifty onto the counter before he could even think of reaching for his own wallet.

“Take it Ma or so help me I’ll sneak it into your till later.” Kirishima warned his mother who looked ready to protest. They stared at each other for a long moment before she conceded, taking the cash.

The maple bacon was more of a monstrosity than anything else. It was towered on top of an egg and some waffles. There was a scoop of ice cream and a side of maple syrup. For some reason there were also berries and some cream. Bakugo pulled his nose up as Kirishima pulled it close with childish excitement in his eyes.

Bakugo didn’t think he’d ever see something as bad as Kirishima’s dress sense. He was wrong.

“What the actual fucking fuck is that?” He finally asked, getting over the initial shock and repulsion.

“It’s what I asked for on my birthday every year growing up.” Kirishima told him, shoving some bacon into his mouth. “I haven’t had it in years.”

“That should be illegal.” He’d never felt so insulted by a dish. He expected more from the redheads mother, she had ruined the sanctum of food.

“I love you Kats, but you are not the authority on my maple bacon tower.” He told him frankly. “Don’t ruin my happiness right now. I don’t comment on the hot sauce.”

“Fine.” He conceded, looking at his own food that was normal and not disgusting. The things you do for the people you love. He had forced him out of bed early.

It was going to be a long day.

~~

“I need you to sign off on the contractors to install the kitchen.” Midoriya burst into his office without so much as a courtesy knock two days later. Bakugo glanced up from the list of résumé’s he’d been going through and glared. “Sorry, sorry. I should have knocked but the guy just called me asking for the contract and you still have it in your inbox. I would have done it but it was sent to you.”

With an exaggerated sigh and a roll of his eyes, he navigated into the file, electronically added his damn signature and forwarded on.

“There.” He waved the idiot off. “Call them and tell them it’s done and to fucking do it already.” He hated all the goddamn red tape bullshit that came with renovations.

“Will do.” Midoriya saluted. “How are you going with the staff search?”

“Shit.” He answered automatically, running a hand down his face. “Everyone is shit. Nobody comes close to replacing what I already fucking have.”
Midoriya looked at him for a long time, expression unreadable for once.

“Do you want me to have a look?” He asked softly, taking the seat across from him. “I know we have a good team at the moment, but there’s no reason why we can’t have two good teams.”

“I’m gonna have to train people up.” He groaned.

“Why don’t you just promote someone into manager?” Midoriya asked thoughtfully. “Both Jiro and Shinso have been working with us for years. They know the role well enough.” He had a point, even though he wasn’t willing to admit it.

He stared at the guy thoughtfully just as Uraraka knocked loudly, alerting to her presence.

“Why are you guys still here?” She asked, floating across to the chair next to the other idiot like she owned the damn place.

“Kaachan is stressed about the staffing and interviews.” The idiot offered which caused Bakugo to throw the nearest object at him. The paper clip would have left an emotional wound, he was sure.

“Just promote one of the purples.” Uraraka waved like it wasn’t a big deal. “My issue is that you have your head so far up your ass you missed the obvious choice to sous chef this place.”

“Fuck off, I did not.” He snapped back, crossing his arms in defiance. When he had absolutely no idea to who she was referring to he cocked an eyebrow. “Who the fuck are you talking about?”

Uraraka gestured to herself. Bakugo blinked. Midoriya blinked. Clearly they had not thought of the most obvious choice.

“You’re a pastry chef.” He pointed out, careful not to piss her off. Midoriya suddenly grinned, excited.

“If you didn’t forget Katsuki, I went to the same school as you and Izuku.” She clarified boldly, staring him down. “I trained under some damn good chefs before coming to work here and I know this menu back to front. I can do more than pastries, but I will over see that too. Give me an apprentice.”

She had a point. She did know her shit. She did know the menu and he knew she wouldn’t fuck up. He trusted her enough not to.

“You want this?” He pressed. “Really?”

“I do.” She answered, nodding with determination. “I can do it. I was getting bored. I need this.”

“Fucking… fine then.” He growled out, slamming the computer shut. “Find your own apprentice for the desserts. Deku, show her whatever she doesn’t know. I’m going home.”

“What about the manager?” Midoriya asked in surprise, watching Bakugo stand up.

“Shh, Izuku, I got what I wanted so don’t annoy him and make him change his mind.” Uraraka hushed him with a gentle smile. Midoriya grinned back, doing what he was told.

He had no doubt they would stay back and chat ridiculously fast over the whole thing, but he had placed to be. Those places included being asleep and cuddled stupidly close to the man he loved and lived with. He was already later than his usual; he had different priorities these days. The other shit could wait until tomorrow. They had interviews to do for the new place anyway, he’d decide the manager then.

“Lock up when you’re done being asshole.” He stated, throwing on his jacket and grabbing his keys. “Night.”

The other two chorused their goodbyes, not making any effort to move. He waved without looking back, less they see the stupid soft smile.

Shuffling through the front door, he noted Kirishima’s keys and work shit by the shoes. With a roll of his eyes, he picked them all up and hung them where the stupid keys actually go. He’d likely been distracted by… well, the gremlin sauntering towards him.

He was greeted by Dina who was way too vocal for the time of night. Bending down, he scooped her up and she immediately started purring. It had been a while since he had been given preferential treatment; Kirishima was the better man after all. It also meant that Kirishima had probably gone to be earlier than usual and hadn’t had a chance to give her her dessert snack. She was nothing but spoiled. Cuddling into her, she licked at his face with her sandpaper tongue, affectionate for once. It made him grin a little, offering up two dessert snacks instead of one. She quickly jumped from his arms to claim the food, tail whipping happily as she did so.

With a little chuckle, he patted her a couple times before making his way to shower the night off of himself. By the time he crashed into bed, he was well ready for sleep.

“Hey baby.” The redhead sighed contently, reaching out for him. “Come here.” Bakugo moved into position without complaint, rolling into his side and resting his head on the others chest. “How was your night?”

“Better now.” He admitted as Kirishima’s arm tightened around him.

“Missed you too.” Kirishima told him before looking for his lips. He obliged quickly before settling down in contentment. “G’night Kats, love you.”

“Love you too.” He yawned out, letting the steady thump of the others heart beat lull him to sleep.

“Fuck.” It wasn’t often Kirishima swore so it wasn’t any surprise that the words woke him up the next day. Glancing at the clock, he notice Kirishima was… very late to work. He was half dressed, hair dishevelled and toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. He had practically thrown out every item of clothing out of the draws, frantically looking for something in his haste.

“What’re you looking for?” Bakugo asked, still groggy with sleep. Kirishima glanced up, apologetic but still looking stressed.

“I can’t find my ID and my access card.” He offered, taking the toothbrush out of his mouth. “They’re not where I usually leave them and they’re not in the laundry where you leave them when I forget to take them off my clothes and put them in the usual place.”

“I hung them with your keys.” He yawned, rubbing an eye. “You left all your shit on the floor by the door.”

“Oh.” Kirishima glanced down at the fucking mess he had made and then at the clock. “I’m so late.”

“I’ll clean it up.” He waved him off, still a little brain foggy.

“I can do it when I get home.” Kirishima called, making his way to the ensuite to dispose of his toothbrush. He half rushed back, quickly smashing his lips to his. “But if you do clean it up, I love you so much and you are amazing and I’ll make it up to you.” Another kiss followed. “I gotta go.” Another kiss. “I love you.” Another kiss… this time longer and a little more lingering. “Okay, I really gotta go. Love you baby, bye.” And with that he was out the door long before he could comprehend anything the redhead has just said.

Bakugo sighed and rolled over, leaving the mess for later. He had at least another three hours before he needed to be at the restaurant for interviews. That meant he could spend two of them sleeping away the regret of opening up another fucking restaurant.

~

The interviews were long and fucking terrible. He was glad he already had good staff on hand, however the quality did not suggest much success for the new restaurant. They had a chef and a manager, but so far that was fucking it.

Still, they had to hire somebody. Who knew, maybe Midoriya would fucking raise them to be awesome. He had a different sort of vibe or whatever; that was evident in the people he wanted to trial. With the restaurant opening in little over a month, they needed the staff, no matter how fucking headache inducing it seemed to be.

The green haired idiot had settled on a few including a ridged looking sous chef that was taller than most and sported some nerdy ass looking glasses, a bartender who was a gothic looking dude that kinda looked like a bird, a bland looking waiter who liked karate and some chick who he took absolutely no interest in and for the life of him couldn’t remember her name nor what she looked like.

Midoriya seemed happy enough with the average selection though. It wouldn’t be anything he would’ve liked, but he didn’t have to be there all the time.

Next on his damn agenda was working out which of the purples could fucking manage the joint; he doubted Shinso would want to deviate from the bar role much and Jiro had other obligations outside of work that might conflict. It dawned on him that he could potentially split the duties, but he’d have to actually talk to them about it first.

Jiro was the first to get to work, so she was the first one he talked to about it.

“In all honesty, boss…” She started, taking a breath. “I don’t think I can take on that sort of role at the moment, even if it was shared. I really like working here, but I have a lot of commitments outside of work and I wouldn’t be able to do the same hours as Todoroki does.” He figured as much.

“That’s fine.” He nodded, tapping his pen. “Would you be interested in doing any bar shifts?”

“Oh, yes, I can definitely learn to shake a cocktail.” She grinned, seemingly eager. Well, all he had to do now was talking to the other guy.
Shinso arrived about fifteen minutes later, looking less tired and more put together than he’d ever seen him.

“Oi, eye bags, my office.” He called out, only for Shinso to cock an eyebrow in confusion. “I’m not firing you asshole, hurry up.”

“Is this about the crate I dropped the other day?” He asked, frowning and sitting down. “It was only two bottles of merlot that caught the brunt.”

“No, but be more fucking careful.” He threw out, not really giving a shit. “That shit doesn’t grow on… well I guess it grows on vines technically. Whatever. Shut up.” They sat there in silence for a second, Shinso looking a little perplexed. “Todoroki is leaving to work in the new restaurant.”

“Oh.” He nodded before frowning again. “And?”

“You don’t fucking see where I’m going with this?” He asked, crossing his arms. God, people never got the damn point.

“Not in the slightest.”

“Do you want his job?” Bakugo asked, almost snapping it out. “Jiro said she’d cover some bar shifts. It’s yours if you want it. It’s extra money. You already work the same hours.”

“Alright.” Shinso nodded, face impasse. “I’m not wearing the bow tie though.”

“Nobody fucking makes the bastard wear the bow tie.” Bakugo pointed out, relief sagging through him. “He does it of his own damn volition.”

“That doesn’t surprise me nearly as much as it should.” Shinso nodded, crossing his legs and making himself comfortable. “So this arrangement starts when exactly?”

“Train Jiro on bar for the next two weeks and then Todoroki will train you before he fucks off to the other restaurant.” He stated, writing it into the schedule. He’d need to replace a waitress, but that was easier than the other roles.

“Okay.” He agreed, nodding along. “I think this is going to be good. I want to be better.”

“God, the date clearly went well.” He rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, we’re trying the whole dating thing.” Shinso told him, tapping his knee.

“Trying the dating thing?” Bakugo asked, making a note in the planner about printing out contracts.

“Yes. See how it goes.” He nodded actively. “I’ve never been in a relationship so I don’t want to mess it up by jumping straight in. Labels can be messy.”

“But you’re not gonna see other people?” Bakugo asked like he was talking to the dumbest person in the world.

“No.”

“Idiot.” He murmured. “Labels are fucking awesome. It makes shit clear. None of this stupid, messy ‘see how it goes bullshit’. You either want to be with each other or you don’t. That simple.”

“And it was that simple for you?”

“Fuck yeah.” He admitted without any hesitation. He was bold and honest. “I told him that I wanted serious and I wanted it with him and we fucking committed. What’s the fucking issue? You worried you gonna change your mind?”

“No… I worry that he’s going to change his.” And there was the fucking issue.

“Yeah because putting up walls helps with that.” Bakugo threw out, turning back to his computer. “What the fuck do you want?”

“Huh?” Shinso looked dumb-stricken.

“You.” Bakugo clarified. “You say what he might want or what he might fucking do but what the hell do you want? Do you want to date him? Do you want serious?”

“I… I mean, yeah.” He landed on, not really knowing what more to say. “I like him a lot and he seems to like me which is more than I’ve ever expected.”

“Then don’t be a fucking idiot.” It was his sage advice and he was sticking to it.

~~~

“So, I asked him out.” Shinso advised him and Uraraka a day later just before kick off. “Officially.”

“And?” Uraraka pushed, excitement lining her face while Bakugo rolled his eyes and continued chopping herbs.

“I don’t think he got what I was trying to say.” He admitted.

“What the fuck do you mean?” Bakugo frowned, stopping to sip on his iced black coffee. “How can you fuck that up?”

“He said ‘Cool, text me the deets and I’ll try to make it after work’… then I felt awkward and didn’t correct him.” Shinso rehashed, looking pained. “I mean, I finish after him… I don’t know what he thought I meant.”

“What in the shit did you ask exactly?” Bakugo pressed, shaking his head at the man.

“Do you want to go out because I want to?”

“Idiot.” His words held true, he was better at this shit than other people. At least he had been fucking honest with what he wanted out of the redhead. There was no miscommunication after their initial fight and small not really a breakup-breakup, because he had made his expectations clear. Kirishima accepted those expectations and met them with full force because he wanted the same. How hard was it to fucking talk?

“Well now he’s at work.”

“Call him right the fuck now.” He ordered. Maybe they’d get lucky and the idiot would be on break.

“Yeah and put it on speaker.” Uraraka added like the nosey bitch she was. Shinso sighed before resigning himself to the fact this was now a group activity because he was shit at life.

“Hey, what’s up?” Kaminari chimed and before he even heard the answer continued talking. “They screwed up my coffee order. Do you know how much my night is going to drag on because I only got two shots instead of three? Anyway, did you need something? I can’t talk long but I’ll make time, unless bed three decides to fuck with my break again. They’ve been testing my hospitality all night, like I get it’s the ICU but can you please stop trying to die when I’m eating? Fifteen minutes. It’s all I ask. They don’t do it at any other time. I don’t get it.”

“Uh, busy shift then?” Shinso asked, glancing at the two of them in a panic. Uraraka nodded along as if to encourage him.

“Eh, it’s average.” Kaminari retorted with a sigh. “As I said, only two shots of coffee.”

“I don’t think you really need more.” Shinso teased him causing Bakugo to roll his eyes yet again.

“You’re probably right.” He admitted, sounding a little sad at the idea. “Anyway, why’d you call? Miss me or something? I don’t blame you, I am pretty missable.”

“I… yeah… remember when I asked you to go out earlier?” Shinso asked with hesitancy.

“Yeah, you still haven’t told me where we’re going.” Kaminari answered, clearly half distracted. Probably looking at the clock. “I should finish on time. I can meet you after you finish if you want me to bring you dinner before we go?”

“I didn’t mean out like that.” He breathed, waiting for a response to which Kaminari answered with a classic “Oh?”

“I was asking… if you wanted to go out with me… like as in a relationship… where we’d be dating and you know… boyfriends.” The was a short silence that seemed to tick on forever.

“Was that not what we were already doing?” Damn. Danger zone. Shinso looked panicked. The silence that followed was longer and it was deafening.

“Uh… no?” He frowned. “Maybe? I don’t really know. I’ve never done this before. I don’t know the steps of how it works. I’ve only been with you and I like you, which you know because I’ve been with you every night since we went out and oh my god, we’re already in a relationship, aren’t we?”

“You’re cute.” And danger zone adverted. Maybe. “But yes… we are. If you need to talk about what that means we totally can but right now I gotta go, but I’ll see you tonight okay, boyfriend. Text me if you want dinner.”

“Okay… goodbye.” The line went dead and he let out a massive exhale. “Wow. I feel like an absolute moron.”

“You acted like one too.” Bakugo snicked. “That’s why you talk about what the fuck you want and what you expect.”

“Well, at least I got there in the end.” Well that was something, at least, although Bakugo wasn’t quite sure that would be the end of that conversation. He’d hung up pretty quickly.

~

It was the middle of the very busy dinner service when it happened. Some fucking new assed apprentice didn’t wipe up whatever the fuck he’d spilled which lead to catastrophe. Well, pretty fucking close to it anyway. Bakugo turned with a hot pan, sizzling away with oil to yell out the next order, when he slipped on the shit. It was like slow motion then; he fell backwards, tossing up the pan and the oil, only to crack his head way too hard on the bench. As he half lost consciousness, he felt the red hot burn of the oil down on side of his stomach. He would have fucking lost his shit, but he’d already passed out with the idea of vengeance.

He awoke to a gnarly headache, throbbing away to whatever the stupid beeping was. There was also pain. A lot of fucking pain to his side, back and stomach.

“Oh thank god.” Kirishima breathed when he opened his eyes, hand tightening around his. He looked a mess and Bakugo knew how stressed he got in hospitals. Even with logic and reasoning, he still thought worse case scenario. “How are you feeling?”

“It hurts.” He didn’t expect his voice to sound so weak. It was almost embarrassing. “Fuck.”

“Alright, I’ll buzz the nurse.” Kirishima stated quickly, pressing on the call button.

“How the fuck did I get here?” He half growled out, feeling the dressings that were covering one part of his side.

“You passed out with the head knock and the pain from the burns…” Kirishima paled slightly. “You did wake up, but you were in pain and ended up getting a lot of pain relief. Then they had to clean and graft in surgery.”

“That fucking apprentice!” Bakugo spat, wincing at the stab of pain. “He’s getting fucking fired.”

“He already quit.” Kirishima informed him, grabbing for his hand. “It doesn’t matter, it just matters you’re okay.”

“It does matter when I have a restaurant to run and another one to open and I can’t do my goddamn job because I’m in here instead!” He didn’t mean to yell or take it out on Kirishima, but he couldn’t help himself. “What the fuck am I meant to do? Stay at home while you go the fuck to work? And with this shit?” He gestured to the dressings. “As if you’re going to want to fuck me looking like a fucking burned cabbage!”

“No baby, I am starting my PhD next week so I can work from home for a majority of that until you’re back on your feet. I don’t think it’ll be all that long.” He explained with all the goddamn patience in the world. “I have cleared it with work and I’ll hold video meetings with my research assistants. Midoriya and Uraraka are going to help out with the restaurants but you knew they would anyway. As for the other stuff, I don’t even know if you’ll be up for any intimate activities just yet, but I’d want to fuck you no matter what you looked like so this isn’t really a massive issue for me. You’re still sexy as hell.”

“Stop making stupid, reassuring logical sense.” He ordered, scowling. “I’m trying to be fucking mad.”

“Which is why I’m going to kiss you now.” Kirishima hummed gently, leaning over to capture his lips. “I love you.”

“Love you too.” He sighed, transitioning into a pout. “When can I go home?”

“Probably tomorrow.”

“No.” He whined out, throwing his head back. “You can’t sleep here. I want to go home.”

“Wait… is that why you don’t like staying in hospital?” Kirishima smiled a stupid toothy grin.

“Fucking obviously.” He gritted out, tugging on Kirishima’s sleeve. “I sleep with you every night, It’s fucking weird when I don’t.”

“That’s sweet.” Was it? He just wanted to be comfortable and Kirishima didn’t beep every five seconds. He was also a very comfortable pillow. And he also loved him and shit which kind of made it nice or whatever.

“How can we convince them to let me home?” He demanded, staring up at him with pleading eyes.

“I don’t think we can tonight.” He informed him just as the nurse flounced through the door.

“How’s your pain?” She asked to which Bakugo just raised his eyebrows.

“It hurts but not enough to keep me here.” He admitted to which she half laughed. “I’m fucking serious.”

“The plan was see how you went over night and then discharge in the morning.” She told him without a hint of remorse. “You’re still on a lot of pain meds, so we’ll see how you go.”

“Fine.” He wasn’t happy about it but he knew how much Kirishima liked following the rules when it came to this sort of thing. He looked at his boyfriend. “Are YOU okay sitting here in this fucking doomsday hell hole?” Kirishima laughed; like genuinely so. There was no stress on his face or in his shoulders.

“I’m okay.” Kirishima advised, squeezing his hand. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“You hate it though.”

“I think you might hate being here more than me.” It was probably true. “I love that you think of me though.”

“God, I wish my husband paid half as much attention to me as that.” The nurse interjected, looking between them. “How long you two been together?”

“Just under a year.” Kirishima beamed, looking over to her. “It’s not long to some people, but I feel like we’ve always known each other.” Fucking sappy fuck.

“Sometimes it doesn’t need to be that long to feel right.” She agreed, looking at the buttons on the monitor. “I’ll let the doctor know you’re awake.”
Bakugo glanced to Kirishima as soon as she was out the door.

“Sappy fuck.” He teased causing Kirishima to laugh. “Should tell the story of our first date next and see how romantic she finds that shit.”

“I maintain that it was very romantic.” Kirishima shot back instantly. “You cooked for me and we made love by the fire.”

“You couldn’t kiss for shit and your Mother dressed you.”

“I was SO nervous, Kats.” Kirishima admitted with a laugh. “I changed eight times and called her in a panic. Then when you kissed me, I was so stressed… l really liked you and I didn’t want to screw it up but I overthought it and screwed it up anyway.”

“You were fine.” He offered, giving a slight squeeze on Kirishima’s fingers. “Was nervous too.” He admitted, just to put him at peace.

~

He indeed, had to spend the night at the stupid fucking hospital but he made it his mission to be the first gone that following morning. Kirishima had to get up early just to drive him home, he was that pushy.

Since going home though, it proved to be just as fucking boring because Kirishima was working.

“What you doing?” Bakugo asked, sitting there on the couch and watching Kirishima on the computer, typing away and fully concentrating. He glanced up before finishing his sentence.

“I’m writing out a layout for this thesis.” He told him, smashing out another sentence. “I need to formulate a specific and answerable hypothesis for the study to have any bearing. Genetic sequencing and coding of this grouping is still relatively unknown so it needs to be something that’s going to help with future understanding of the disease process.”

“It’s hot when you say smart shit like that.” He knew it was Kirishima’s passion and his life’s work and maybe he should ask more questions but it did impress him when the other spoke like that.

“Give me two minutes and I’ll put it away for a bit.” He stuck out his tongue with determination. Bakugo waited approximately a minute and a half before he sidled in close, kissing his neck and biting his ear lobe. “Okay, almost done…” A few more words were pumped out before the distraction got the best of him, slamming the lid shut … after saving of course… and moving it to the side before all but pulling him onto his lap. He was careful not to touch his injured side, but his mouth was desperate for the kiss. Hungry for it.

Reaching for the lounge lube, the redhead manoeuvred their clothes into a position that granted access and had no hesitation in his methodical preparation. So what if they were still mostly dressed, this was what spontaneous, desperate fucking was about.

Soon enough, he was sinking into that full feeling, forgetting all about his injuries. He’d probably regret it later, but he wasn’t about to pass up the perks of having a boyfriend working from home while you recovered.

“I don’t know if working from home is my best idea but the distraction certainly is more fun.” Kirishima hummed, stroking his hands down his back as he nestled into his chest half asleep.

“I like it when you’re home with me.” He mumbled into the others neck.

“Do you think you’ll want to jump my bones when we’re old and saggy?” Kirishima asked, kissing his cheek affectionately.

“Yep.” It wasn’t a hard question. “But even when we get so fucking old that we can’t, I still wanna wake up beside you every damn day.”

“You think you’ll still want to kiss me when I have dentures?”

“I’ll always want to fucking kiss you.”

~

He tried to organise everything work wise from home. He was actually getting a lot of life admin done since Kirishima had locked himself in the office four days ago as to not be so distracted. It was a little annoying because it just meant sitting on the couch and yelling down the phone most of the time. It wasn’t like he could move so much with his side. He needed to keep it dry and the dressings intact for at least a week. It kinda hurt and he felt stupid asking for help when the dressings needed changing so he spent a good forty minutes each morning attempting it before conceding he couldn’t and slamming the shit down in frustration. Kirishima hadn’t picked up on the issue yet and would see it sitting there and offer to help him. Bakugo would pretend that he could do it himself and make out like he was only caving into it because the other offered. It was stupid. He was being stupid.

It was getting close to change time however and Kirishima was still locked in the damn office. Maybe today would be different.

…It was not different…

He couldn’t manoeuvre himself properly, he kept missing parts. He forgot what order the creams went in. He couldn’t quite reach some areas because it hurt when he moved. He’d not taken his stupid pain relief. It was a fucking nightmare. With a huff, he proceeded to lay on the cold, bathroom floor and pretended he wasn’t a prideful piece of shit that couldn’t ask for help.

“You know you can just ask me to help instead of going through this routine every morning.” Kirishima’s voice echoed through the bathroom as he opened the door and found him in his pathetic state. So maybe he had picked up on it.

“Don’t need help.” He muttered, not daring to move or open his eyes. He didn’t need the lecture.

“Yeah, yeah.” The redhead brushed him off, washing his hands before grabbing the stuff. “Come on, let’s get this done.”

With a heavy, irritable sigh, he hauled himself up and let Kirishima help him. Small steps.

When it came time to do it the next morning, he simply just threw a dressing at the man.

“Uh uh.” Kirishima stated, following him into the bathroom. He caught him by the wrist and pulled him in so they were face to face. “Ask me.”

“No.” He grit out and Kirishima smirked at the stubbornness before kissing him.

“I will always help you, but I want you to ask me.” He whispered, eyes smouldering into his. “You trust me, right?”

“That’s not the fucking issue.” He bit back, stepping away and rubbing his face in frustration.

“Then tell me what is.” Goddamn him and his active fucking communication.

“I feel weak. Like I can’t do shit I should be able to do and it’s fucking pathetic.” He ground out, not daring to look at the other.

“So you won’t ask me… the man you’re living with, dating, in love with… for help because you think it’s a sign of weakness?” Kirishima asked, his face blank of all emotion. “You know how stupid and prideful that sounds, right?”

“Asshole.” He mumbled back, not making eye contact. Kirishima could be blunt when he wanted to be.

“Are you worried that I will think less of you or something?” He shot at him, causing Bakugo furrow his eyebrows. “Being vulnerable with me isn’t a bad thing. I thought we’d established that.”

“Saying that I love you and being affectionate is different.” He hissed, finally looking up to glare at him. “This… is not in my fucking control. I don’t want you to do it, I hate that you have to.”

“Okay, pass me the stuff.” And without another word, he proceeded to help him without question.

“I don’t understand.” Bakugo stated finally, following him out to the kitchen. “That’s it?”

“You trust me to help you, I don’t need to force you into asking.” He shrugged, pulling out some bread. “You get stressed when you feel like things are out of your control and I won’t add to that. I’m sorry I forced the issue and made you upset.”

“But you want me to ask.”

“I want you to feel like you can ask,” He shrugged again, not really looking at him. “I want to get to a place where you don’t feel shame for asking me to help you. I love you. I think you’re the most incredible person I have ever met. You deserve to feel worthy and not feel less if you need me. Because I need you. All the time, I need you.”

“Fine,” Bakugo touched his shoulder so he would look up. He knew the other was just being sincere and there was no manipulation to the conversation. “I can’t do the stupid dressing on my own and I need you to help me. I can’t fucking reach properly and it hurts.” Once he said it, he realised how fucking stupid he’d actually been.

“Okay babe.” Kirishima smiled at him and it made him lose his breath a little. “You know what they say, in sickness and in health.”

“That’s for married people.” Bakugo stated, cocking an eyebrow.

“Can’t hurt to tell you a bit earlier, right?” He asked, tugging him in for a hug.

“I want better vows than that generic shit.” He mumbled against the others chest, closing his eyes as the redhead rocked them. “And it has to be warm because fuck getting married in the goddamn freezing cold.”

“You talk to me like I haven’t already planned and dreamed all this in my head since I was a fragile teenager.” Kirishima laughed, but Bakugo knew there was some truth behind it. “And then again when I found you.”

“Better find a ring then.” He teased, intending it as a joke, but secretly thinking he’d accept in a goddamn heartbeat if Kirishima ever proposed. Maybe it was something he needed to initiate himself. They’d been together for not yet a year, but what did that matter if they were in love and fully committed to each other? They both wanted the same things. They both had careers they were working towards. They wanted a future together…. It made sense and he wanted it. Like really fucking wanted it.

“How do you know I don’t already have one?” Kirishima grinned against his temple.

“Because you can’t keep shit a secret and get too fucking excited and blurt the surprise out as soon as you see me.” Bakugo explained, pushing him back and poking his forehead. “You have fucking golden retriever energy.”

“Better than angry Pomeranian.” Bakugo rolled his eyes, but allowed the other to kiss him anyway. Only he’d get away with saying something that stupid.

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By the time lunch rolled around, he was officially fucking bored. Kirishima had locked himself away again for some stupid meeting and he wasn’t allowed to interrupt. It was bullshit.  He thought about going to pester people with the renovations, but they had banned him yesterday for his ‘volitile’ video conferencing. Midoriya had also given strict instruction for him to take rest while he could. It was fucking irritating and he was itching to get back to work… which was still another week away according to the stupid doctor that apparently knew more than he did. Doubtful.

Kirishima believed the doctor and took their side too. Asshole. Stupid loving, supportive asshole.

 So when the phone rang, he pretty much pounced on it, desperate for something to do.

“What?” He asked, not even looking at the name. In retrospect he could have answered like a normal person, but he usually did a grunt a greeting, so it was better than his baseline.

“Uh…” He recognized the hesitancy as his new manager slash old bar tender. “I’m kinda lost on what to do here.”

“Generally when you call someone you have a fucking idea of what you want from them, eye bags.” Bakugo told him, flicking some non-existent dirt from his nail. God he was SO fucking bored.

“Yeah look, I stayed the night at Denki’s and I don’t know what happened.” He admitted, half whispering. “He lost it and locked me out of his room and pegged his phone at the wall… I don’t know what I did or if I did anything and Kirishima is his friend.”

“So?” Bakugo asked, not really getting the point of the tack on. Kirishima sorting out a crisis usually had a fifty-fifty chance of working out. He was either really level-headed or weirdly emotional about it. There was no in-between, although depending on the nature of the crisis, sometimes emotional Kirishima was necessary. Bakugo’s approach was a bit more logical, albeit aggressive.

“When I asked what I could do, he said only his friends would understand.” Shinso replied like it should have been obvious. “I don’t have his number. I have your number.”

“And?” He asked, kind of shit stirring. He was met with a stern bark of his name before he rolled his eyes. He hauled himself up and made his way down the hallway. “Okay, okay. Fucking be patient. It’s like I’m a fucking messenger bird.”

“Trust me, it’s better than dealing with whatever this is.” Shinso mumbled, sounding stressed. “I probably did something wrong.”

“Probably.” He agreed, pounding his fist on the door. “Oi, get your ass out here!”

“Is it for something important?” Kirishima called from the opposite side of the door. “Or are you naked again?”

“One, that would be fucking important.” He shouted back. “Two, apparently dunce face is having issues or something. I don’t know. This idiot on the phone doesn’t know.” There was the sound of a sigh, a laptop being shut and then steps towards the door.

“Why would I know?” Kirishima asked, opening the door. Bakugo didn’t think he was expected to know, but hey, whatever. Bakugo shrugged and shoved the phone at him. He didn’t waste time in listening to the conversation, but he did go and collect some socks and shoes and the keys… and their wallets, so that by the time Kirishima hung up the call they were ready to go.

“You’re really bored, aren’t you?” Kirishima asked, blinking at him already in his shoes.

“So fucking bored.” He agreed, handing him his socks. “Hurry up, after we sort out Dunce face, I want to go to your Ma’s for coffee and a snack.”

“I guess my workday is over.” Kirishima sighed in defeat, taking the socks from his grasp. “Considering you made me block out the evening for intimate activities.”

“It’s been four fucking days.” He stated, throwing the keys at Kirishima once his socks were on. “I need it. I didn’t sign up to be fucking boring.”

“It hasn’t been four days,” Kirishima told him with an amused grin. “It’s been a day and a half.”

“Handjobs don’t count, asshole.” He told him, with a push through the door. “They’re what you do to get you through until you can fuck properly.”

“You didn’t need to make me block out the evening,” He added, pulling him in to kiss him. “If you need something, you just tell me.”

“I was letting you get shit done so you wouldn’t stress. I’m being thoughtful, you prick.” Bakugo told him, pulling the door shut and following him to the car. Kirishima chuckled. It was kind of cute, so he had to change the subject before he told him so. “What’s the go with this whole scenario? Did Shinso fuck it up already?”

“I’m not sure.” Kirishima answered with a little frown as he turned on the car. “Denki isn’t the type to lose his cool over something someone’s said to him. If he’d done something wrong, they would have talked through it… although he did hold that grudge for a while. I don’t know. He’s usually only this much of a mess when he’s really tired or somethings happened with his family.”

“Well, that’s two potentials right there.” Kirishima nodded at the statement, seemingly zoned out in thought.

“He lived with me, ya know.” Kirishima stated suddenly and Bakugo raised his eyebrows in semi surprise, semi confusion. “His parent’s kicked him out because… well, they were homophobic assholes… my father was never home and we had a spare room, so Ma took him in. He was really bad for a while. He nearly flunked out of school.”

“I thought you were sick?”

“It happened before I was sick.” He stated with a look of sadness. “When that happened, he stayed with Mina and Sero a lot. Maybe I should have checked in a bit more recently.”  

“You can’t blame yourself for whatever the fuck is going on today.” Bakugo told him quickly before he could get on the spiral. “You don’t even know what happened.”

“I know.” Kirishima nodded, but Bakugo could tell he wasn’t all that convinced. The rest of the car ride was relatively silent save the radio that was playing some horrible teeny bopper that neither of them could be bothered to change.

Knocking on the door to their friend’s house, Kirishima waited anxiously for the door to be answered. Shinso was obviously still there so it wasn’t like he had fucked up completely yet, although he did look massively stressed when he opened the door and let them in.

Kirishima beelined for the bedroom, only to find the door locked. He knocked gently and announced himself only for Kaminari to tell him to go away. Apparently, that was how he was going to play it.

“Oi, open the fucking door or I’ll kick it down!” He threatened just as quickly causing Kirishima to glare at him and shake his head. Different methods, both could have worked.

“That’s not going to help.” The redhead hissed, elbowing him in the arm.

“Don’t think I won’t fucking do it!” He ignored Kirishima and continued knocking on the door. Well, beating it was probably a more accurate term. “I will blast the fucker apart!”

The door swung open dramatically and he was now being faced with two idiots glaring at him.

“That’s not fair,” Kaminari voiced, crossing his arms and looking both defeated and angry. “You can’t threaten property damage when I didn’t even want you here in the first place.”

“Well don’t be stupid and lock yourself in there after having a fucking meltdown and getting everyone all concerned.” He chimed back only to have Kirishima slap his arm to try and pull him up.

“Sometimes tough love isn’t the answer.” His boyfriend warned only for him to roll his eyes.

“It works on you; it’ll work on him.” Kirishima looked pissed at the comment. He resigned himself to the fact that he might no longer be getting laid tonight. 

“It’s also very effective on a number of your employee’s.” Shinso muttered from behind them, leaning against the wall. Kaminari slammed the door on all of them, although this time it didn’t lock so that was a bonus.

“I’m going in.” Kirishima told him, reaching for the handle. “You two… I don’t know, make tea or something productive.”

Ten minutes later Kirishima emerged from the room looking defeated and collapsed into the chair next to him.

“He kicked me out.” Kirishima informed them with a pained look. “Said he didn’t want to talk about it and to leave him alone. He also told me to leave and take you two with me.”

“Nah.” Bakugo stated standing up. “Let me handle this.” Kirishima looked worried but didn’t say anything. Shinso sighed and sipped his tea.

“Hey, wanna explain why you’re being a temperamental dick?” Bakugo asked, letting himself into the room without knocking “Ei said you kicked him out and that seemed fucking weird because you like people.” 

“Just leave me alone.” He grunted from underneath the blankets. “I’m fine.”

“Don’t believe it.” He threw back the covers before going to lean against the desk. Kaminari blinked and squinted against the light, eyes red. “I’m fucking bored, I got all day.”

“Katsuki, go away.” He groaned, rubbing his eyes and frowning. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Don’t tell me what to fucking do.” He counted, throwing the pillow that was lying on the floor straight at his head. “I’m here. You’re worrying the two fuckers outside, so spill or don’t but I’m staying. It's like, support or some shit.”

“Wow it almost sounds like you care about me.” He chimed, sitting up with a tired looking pout.

“I don’t not fucking care, so spill.” He made it sound aggressive as to throw off the sentimental value behind the words. There was a long pause and then a loud sigh that was indicative of concede.

“I just finished four nights in a row.” Kaminari started, staring at the ground. His voice was monotone and his face expressionless. “I came home and there’s this letter waiting for me.” He stood up so quickly it gave Bakugo a head spin. He grabbed the letter and pushed in into his hands. “I noticed it was from my parents address so I waited to read it because I knew it was not going to be a “hey, we miss you” type of letter. So, I showered, and the hot water was gone. I ran out of butter for my toast! MY coffee spilled all over the floor! The neighbors were talking loudly over something not important and oh, hey, my FATHER wrote to tell me MY MOTHER HAD DIED LAST YEAR AND I WAS WRITTEN OUT OF THEIR WILL!’

“Well, fuck.” He didn’t really know what to say to that. His eyes scanned the letter. “What an asshole.”

“I haven’t spoken to them in fucking twelve years, I don’t even know how he got my address!” He shouted out angrily. “So, I’m sorry if I lost my shit this morning! I’m tired and I had to deal with that, and my stupid boyfriend calls you guys because he can’t deal with me!” And shit he was crying. “I don’t even know if he actually wants to be with me or if this is just some trial for him to see if he can do it. Why would he? Look at me!”

He looked a mess. His eyes were red, as was his nose… his nose that was also dripping and snotty as fuck. His hair was a frizzy nest and Bakugo was pretty sure his shirt had maybe at least six holes. He was also wearing mismatched socks to compliment the look.

“God, you’re getting your snot on everything.” Bakugo groaned, throwing the tissue box at him.

“Gee, thanks, I’m in a goddamn crisis and that’s what you’re picking up on.” He answered sarcastically, but at least he wiped the snot away.

“If you wanted sentimental bullshit, you should have talked to Eijiro.” He pointed out, rummaging through his draws and pulling out some clean and hole-less clothes. He knew he wasn't very good at this shit, but he could give good instruction. “I’m gonna give you five minutes to wrap the gross crying up. Then you’re gonna wash your face. I’m gonna order some food and coffee and then we’re gonna bag on your shit family because I can guarantee the two out there know a thing or two about asshole parents. Let them support you because your stupid boyfriend is worried as fuck. He’s here because he wants to be. He could have left.”  

“Fine. You are such an asshole sometimes.” He sniffed, sitting on the edge of the bed. The silence was heavy for a moment before the blonde started speaking again.

“He asked me out the other day.” Kaminari told him, looking fucking exhausted and pale. “We’d being dating for a month, and he asked me to be his boyfriend. Do you know how stupid I felt?”

“You two are shit at talking and defining things.” Bakugo agreed, fishing out some matching socks because who wants to be a heathen?  

“I just want to be cared about.” He whispered, wiping his nose again. For a guy that thought he was an asshole, he had no trouble opening up. “And instead, I have a boyfriend who had to ask me out when we were already together and a father who hates me so much, he didn’t want me at my mother’s funeral.”

“I’m one thousand percent sure your boyfriend is just a fucking idiot.” Bakugo clarified, placing the clothes beside him. “The shit with your parents is fucked… but you know they aren’t your family. You have people that care about you otherwise you’d be here alone.”

“Yeah, I know.” His voice was small and his stare vacant. “Okay... I think I want coffee now.”

“Alright.” He threw his phone over to the delivery app. “Put in what you want. I’ll order it for everyone.” He did… and he also noticed he’d put in Shinso’s order which was kind of nice. Once the phone was back, he put in his own as well as Kirishima’s because he could also be nice and shit, and pressed order.

"Thanks." Kaminari told him gently, grabbing the clothes. 

Kaminari made his way into the bathroom and Bakugo walked out to the others.

“Shits fucked.” He shook his head, passing them the letter. He’d gotten permission to show them for context. Shinso read it first, paling considerably at as he read. Kirishima grabbed for it as soon as he was done, swearing under his breath.

Kaminari entered the room looking considerably more put together than he had five minutes ago, even if he was awkwardly standing there not knowing what to say. After a pregnant pause, Shinso finally remembered himself and made his way over.

“Uh, I’m sorry that I went crazy this morn-.” He didn’t finish the sentence because he was being smashed into a hug so tight that Bakugo wondered if Kaminari would still have fucking lungs. It was dramatic really. He didn’t think he’d ever been hugged so tight, and he was incidentally dating a guy who was all about hugs.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Shinso whispered into his hair. And now it was just fucking awkward to watch them, so he looked at Kirishima instead to feign some level of privacy. That turned out to be difficult too, however, because Kirishima was seething in anger. His knuckles were white, and his jaw clenched as he re-read the letter. Kaminari was crying again, but this time he was smushed into the other’s shirt, so it was a little more socially acceptable. Still, it was a lot of fucking emotion to deal with in one room.

“I’m so tired.” Kaminari sniffed, finally pulling away slightly. “I’m sorry I’m such a stupid mess.”

“Don’t do that.” Kirishima warned, his face sneered from the letter reading. “Don’t you dare think you’re the issue here. What the hell is this?”

“My family reinforcing they’re disowning me even with my mother gone?” Kaminari asked, trying to make a joke that didn’t quite get there.

“That’s not funny.” Apparently, Kirishima had lost all ability to even try and see it as a joke. “This is so cruel.”

“What do you want me to do?” The blonde asked, confused by the tone. “They don’t want me. They kicked me out when I was fourteen, it’s not like I didn’t know they disowned me legally too. She’s been dead a year and I didn’t know.”

“I don’t want you to do anything!” Kirishima cried, slamming his hand down. “I want them to hurt as much as they have hurt you! I mean, how dare they?”

“Want me to kick his ass?” Bakugo offered, tapping his fingers on the table. “I’ll do it. Break a few bones, chip a few teeth?”

“Katsuki, shut up!” Kirishima snapped at him, deciding he was done with his bullshit and not realizing the offer was mostly sincere. “You’re being an ass and it’s not the time.”

“I’ll kick your ass if you talk to me like that again.” He growled back in challenge. Kirishima glared. It was kind of sexy. “Okay, I fucking wouldn’t. I was just trying to be fucking supportive.”

“Fine.” He shook his head, turning back to the other two. “What can I do to help?”

“There’s not a lot you can do.” Kaminari shrugged, taking a seat at the table. Shinso flagged behind, claiming the seat beside him and quickly reaching for his hand. Kaminari blinked at the gesture before looking up at his boyfriend.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me any of this?” Shinso asked, looking concerned. “I dumped all my trauma out on you, I feel awful that you felt you couldn’t do the same.” Kaminari pulled his hand free.

“There’s nothing to tell.” He bit back, rubbing his temples. “I got kicked out as a teenager because they caught me kissing a guy I’d invited over. We had a fight, I said I was bisexual and suddenly I wasn’t allowed to live there anymore. It’s not as traumatising as your story and it’s not like I was sick like Ei was.”

“Don’t downplay your experiences just because you think other people had it worse.” Shinso half lectured him. Apparently, they were all arguing now. “You’re allowed to feel angry and outraged and let down and god Denki, you’re allowed to let this bother you! You can tell me when you’re not okay!”

“You say that, but you only just asked to be ‘official’ with me.” He threw out bitterly. It was clearly bothering him. “We were ‘dating’ for a month before you asked me out. I feel like a fucking idiot because I thought we were in a relationship.”

“We were and we are in a relationship.” He clarified fiercely. “I don’t want to let you down. I don’t know the official steps. I’ve never done this before. But I do know that I want you to talk to me. I want that trust there between us. I know it might take time and it's not your fault it's like this, but I want you to know that you’re worthy of more than you let yourself have.”

“I’m angry. I’m upset. I’m hurt. I’m confused… I’m so, so tired.” Kaminari sighed unhappily. “I just want to sleep. Instead, I have to sit here and reassure everyone that I know I don’t deserve this… when in actuality I don’t know.”

“What makes you think you deserve it?” Kirishima prompted, looking concerned. Kaminari shrugged, looking at the floor. “Denki!’

“I fuck up all the time.” He sighed, throwing his arms up. “I say the wrong thing. I haven’t even tried reaching out to them… I’m stupid. I’m annoying and I just… I don’t know. My mother is dead. I kind of thought that one day they’d call up and say they missed me but instead she’d dead and I’m nothing but a disappointing inconvenience.”

“Look, I’m gonna say it.” Bakugo stated after a couple seconds of silence. “They’re assholes.”

“Katsuki, she’s dead!” Kirishima scolded, glaring at his brazenness.

“Doesn’t mean she was any less an asshole. There's nothing fucking wrong with him.” For some reason, despite the horrified looks from the significant others in the room, Kaminari laughed. And then that laughter bubbled over to some sort of chaotic laughter that was very much representative of his exhausted state.

By the time the food and coffee arrived, nobody knew really what to say. They had all vehemently reassured him that he most certainly didn't deserve the way he was treated, and he wasn't the things he thought of himself. They sat in awkward silence as Shinso attempted to awkwardly hold his hand which was all but stopped within a few seconds.

“Do you want us here?” Kirishima finally asked, finishing off his bite of muffin. "I mean, I want to help if I can." 

“I didn’t call you here.” Kaminari snapped out with his turbulent emotion, glancing over to Shinso. "Maybe ask him, since he makes decisions without my consult." 

“Now you’re being an asshole.” The words were out before Shinso could seemingly stop himself and Bakugo was kind of living for the drama. “How about we cut the shit and stop taking all this out on me? I am trying my best to support you here.”

“Why, you’re just looking for an excuse to leave so I’m giving you one.” It was snarky, like he was pushing his limits to see who else would reject him. To prove a pointless point. 

“I’ll admit I have a lot of faults and I haven’t given you much for you to work with in terms of trusting me, I have never even had a relationship until now, so I panicked and called for help because I didn't know what to do. I called them because I was worried.” The glare content between the two rivalled Bakugo’s own game with Kirishima when they were in a heated argument. “But I have sat here and listened to you lose your shit, insult yourself, be down on our relationship and pull away from me. I get that you’re hurting, and I get that you’re trying to protect yourself, but I’m done with it.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” Kaminari suddenly paled, looking worried, as if his actions actually worked.

“I am not looking for an excuse, if I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t be here.” He shot back instantly. “I hate that you’re feeling this way. I hate that two people could make you feel like you’re so worthless. I hate that you feel so destroyed by this that you’re anticipating rejection. I hate that you don’t feel like you can be loved.”

“They didn’t love me…” The blonde half sniffed, only a little more human since the coffee. “They were my parents, and they didn’t love me, the two people that are like, made to love you. What chance do I have?”

“I was adopted at sixteen, I kind of get the whole parents not loving you thing.” For a moment, Kaminari bit his bottom lip, almost forgetting who he had been talking to. Shinso grabbed his shoulders gently. “I know it doesn’t make this situation any easier, but I love you. You don’t need a chance because it has already happened. Even if you don’t believe it. Even if you don’t say it back. I will keep telling you until you do believe it. I am here for you and I love you.”  

“Ah. How I always dreamed the confession to go.” Kaminari stated bitterly, adverting his eyes down. “On the background of parental rejection and four-night shifts.”

“And I’m going to let you be a dick about that confession because I know you’re hurting… I’m not going anywhere.” He promised, touching his cheek and wiping the stray tear away. Fucking affection was gross on other people. “I’m here for you and whatever you need.”

“Well it’s not like I don’t love you back, so I’m not being a complete dick.” He answered, finally meeting the others gaze. “I just… this letter... they... it hurts.”

“I know.” He placed a kiss on his forehead and Bakugo looked at Kirishima, pleading him to leave with his eyes. Kirishima nodded slightly at him, clearly on the same page. Kaminari closed his eyes and slumped against eye bags. “I think you need some sleep.”

“Are you going to be okay, Denki?” Kirishima asked, looking between everyone. Kaminari cocked an eye open and nodded, his face looking a little less helpless. “You can always call me, okay?”

"Thanks for coming guys." Kaminari mumbled tiredly. "I appreciate it." Kirishima hesitated. 

“He’ll be fine.” Bakugo stated, standing up and grabbing his shirt, tugging him to his feet. “They’re going to bed, and we have plans.”

“I’m okay.” Kaminari couldn’t quite stifle the yawn. “I have Hitoshi here for a while yet. You guys are the best, even if you did half yell at each other for my wellbeing.”

“I’ll organise cover for tonight, do what you need to do.” Bakugo told Shinso who nodded a thanks. “Come on, Eijiro.” He promptly pushed his own boyfriend out the door.

“I’m worried.” Kirishima heaved as soon as they were in the car. “He’s not been that bad in a long time.”

“He has eye bags.” Bakugo shrugged, hand automatically rubbing his arm. “They love each other. It’ll be fine.”

“I just sucks! What his parents did to him... it's just heartless.” Kirishima went on, looking over to him with a sigh. “It was bad enough having one awful parent. I can’t imagine two and then finding out one of them passed away still harboring those sorts of feelings.”

“Yeah, but he has someone who understands his feelings.” Bakugo pointed out, fingering his sleeve. “Just think, if you had this problem would you want your friends pestering you or would you want me pestering you? And I swear to god, if you fucking tell me you’d want your friends I’ll kick your ass. For real this time.”

“You wouldn’t understand my feelings, your parents are amazing.” It was true, he couldn’t argue that. “But you’re right. I’d want you.”

“Then let them be together to sort out this shit.” He told him firmly, tugging his ear just to touch him. "They did the 'love' thing. They're finally on the same fucking page."

“You’re very handsy today.” Kirishima stated after a moment of internal deliberation.

“I think I have feelings for you.” He shot back quickly, squeezing the back of his neck gently.

“Sexy feelings or romantic feelings?” The redhead grinned, reaching up to touch his arm.

“I kinda love you.” He told him with a soft, stupid little smile that probably looked stupid. “I sometimes look at you and think about how fucking lucky I am. You’re good, you’re funny and you are so fucking beautiful.”

“You really think that?” Kirishima asked after a slight pause, cheeks only slightly flushed. It was always hard being open and vulnerable, even with someone you trusted more than anything in the world, but sometimes it was worth saying out loud just to make sure they knew it.

“Yeah.” He pulled him in for a gentle kiss that he tried to pour emotion into, just like he knew his boyfriend did all the fucking time. “You’re the best, badly dressed thing that’s ever happened to my life and I’ve done some pretty amazing shit.”

Kirishima smiled a beautiful, enchanting smile at the words.

“Okay, that makes up for you being an ass.” Kirishima conceded and Bakugo looked at him expectantly. “And I’m sorry I was tetchy and snappy at you.”

“I know how you can make it up to me.” He grinned, ruffling his hair. “Take me home. I believe we have something scheduled.” No time was wasted putting the car in drive.

~~~

The grand opening for the new restaurant was two weeks out and things were getting stressy. He’d been finally allowed back to work which had made him an angry mess of a man. Once upon a time he’d be swallowing all his problems with beer… or wine… or vodka… but these days he was merely distressing by jumping his boyfriend every chance he got. On the bench, by the door, in the bathtub, over the bench press in the home gym… there wasn’t a surface in which they had left free from their escapades. It was a healthier form of addiction, but maybe not the best way to problem solve.

The redhead obviously thought he’d died and gone to heaven; except the times Bakugo come home and slam doors instead because everything was too fucking aggravating.

“I’m not cooking.” He announced one night, kicking the door shut behind him and throwing his shit down. It was meant to be his night off, but he’d been working hard every damn day. “I’m fucking done. I’m quitting. Everything can go fuck itself and I hate life.”

“Sandwiches for dinner then?” Kirishima asked not even phased, toweling his half-wet hair, clearly having just come from the shower.

“I need a fucking drink.” He rubbed a hand down his face, shoulders tense. Kirishima stopped what he was doing and looked at him, blinking a couple times.

“Come here.” He held out his hand and Bakugo reluctantly took it. Kirishima pulled him in, a hand rubbing a circle on his back. “Are you struggling with the cravings at the moment?”

“Ugh.” He smashed his face into Kirishima’s shoulder. “Not really. Just stressed. I was being an ass.”

“How can I help?” His boyfriend asked, wrapping his arms securely around him.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged, closing his eyes. “You’re meant to love me and shit, shouldn’t you know what to do?” There was a low chuckle.

“Alright, go have a shower.” Kirishima pulled back, kissing his forehead. “I’m going to order pizza and we’re going to eat it in bed and watch a movie. Then, when you’re full and settled I’ll massage some of the tension from your shoulders.”

“I want mushrooms.” He mumbled, turning to go shower. He didn’t even protest the takeout, but the pizza place was pretty delicious. “And I want you to fucking cuddle me after all that shit.”

“Babe, you already know I’m going to big spoon you as soon as I can.” Kirishima reassured, pulling out his phone. “Now hurry up.”

When he emerged from his long, hot assed shower, the pizza was waiting for him, the movie was set up and Kirishima was handing him his favorite hoodie… that also happened to be Kirishima’s.

“I love you.” It was blurted out before he even had a coherent thought… all that mattered was that he loved the redhead. Kirishima grinned at him.

“I love you too.” It was an easy response, but he was sure Kirishima didn’t miss how gentle it was. He took him by the hand and tugged him to the set up. “Time to relax.”

Things may have been stressful, but at least he had this. At least he had Kirishima. He’d never felt so lucky and supported. It was a fucking amazing thing to have.

~~~

It was the night before the grand opening of the second restaurant. He’d closed for the night to prepare for it, but for some reason Midoriya was frantically texting him to go into the restaurant for some last-minute emergency. He didn’t understand why the fuck it wasn’t at the new place, and he was kind of fucking irritated that he couldn’t do the date night Kirishima had planned. He’d been looking forward to it after the last few weeks. It was meant to be their private celebration and a make-up for missing their first-year anniversary, but no, his asshole friend had to ruin it.

He’d been so guilty when Kirishima had told him that he had forgotten. He’d been in the city sorting out the new place with Midoriya and ended up getting home late. Kirishima seemed okay about it, but he was sentimental about that sort of shit, and he knew deep down it probably had upset him.

He should have just fucking shut his phone off, but Kirishima wasn’t home yet, and he had just assumed it was him. He’d called the redhead straight away explaining the issue. Even if Kirishima had insisted it was fine and pushed him to go, saying he was running a bit late anyway, he knew it was fucking shit not to make him a priority. After this was all done, he would be spending every fucking day making up for it.

To make matters worse, it was so goddamn cold outside, and he’d just thrown on a stupid light jacket over a t-shirt and jeans. He had been determined that the emergency wouldn’t take long to rectify so he didn’t bother dressing up further.

With a mutter under his breath, he opened the car and half sprinted to the back door, pulling his jacket tight. The stupid thing was locked, and he was pissed that the idiot hadn’t left it open for him. It was even more frustrating than when he couldn't find his own set of damn keys prior to leaving home. Gritting his teeth, he stormed to the front doors to see if they were open. Fucking inconsiderate dick.

Lucky for him the stupid door was open, and, in his haste, he threw them open just to get to the warm. What he was greeted with was not what he had been expecting. His eyes widened in confusion and surprise as the door shut behind him. When he’d been called there, he had been expecting a ridiculous problem with a stupid easy fix, what he hadn’t been expecting were the thousand fucking fire hazardous candles lighting the empty room with his boyfriend standing in the middle of it sporting an ugly as shit suit.

Blinking, he took it in. The suit was a velvet number. All blood red, down to the vest and tie. Even the pants were velvet. There also looked to be a paisley pattern burned into the fabric. It was an eyesore and did not at all compliment his hair that had been carefully spiked into style. He was still the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. His radiance had almost burned his retina’s more than the damn candles.  Bakugo also noticed the man looked nervous, his eyes widening when he’d walked in and noticed the candles.

Suddenly he felt a little underdressed, but to be fair he hadn’t been expecting this.

“Are you about to propose to me?” Bakugo blurted out nervously, stepping forward. “Because if you’re not, this is a risky game and you’re lucky I’m insured for accidental fire damage.” Kirishima grinned and snorted a laugh before holding his hand out. He made his way over, taking his hand with no hesitation.

“You never let me take you out on an official date where you didn’t cook.” Kirishima told him, squeezing his hand. “And as much as I love your cooking, I wanted to do this right.”

“I swear to god, Eijiro if this is some sort of revenge for forgetting our fucking anniversary, I will actually kick your ass.” His heart was thumping right out of his goddamn chest.

“Katsuki,” Kirishima took a deep, steadying breath. “It’s been over a year since we met in the kitchen of this restaurant. I didn’t know how much you’d change my life that night. I knew early on that you were it for me. I knew you were all I ever dreamed of a so much more; I know I’m a sappy romantic sometimes but… I do… I love you. I love you so much.”

“Don’t you dare fucking cry doing this shit.” Bakugo warned, biting down the emotion. Fighting the goddamn tears.

“I’m probably gonna cry.” He admitted, swallowing hard as his eyes welled.

“Goddamn it.” He choked out, feeling a stray tear fall. Fuck. Kirishima hummed a small laugh, wiping it away before kissing him softly, briefly. And then he was on one knee, opening a stupid velvet box that matched his suit.

“Will you marry me?” The whole world went silent. There was nothing but the two of them, eyes glistening and a ring between them.

“Yes.” Clear and concise, but not quite himself. “Fuck yes, I’ll fucking marry you.”

The ring was the perfect size. It felt right on his finger. As soon as it was on, he hauled the other up by his gaudy suit and slammed their lips together.

“You could have told me to dress up you asshole!” He scolded, tugging him back in. “These jeans have a fucking hole in them.”

“I thought you would have already been dressed considering we actually had plans tonight.” Kirishima laughed brightly, rubbing his arms. "You look cold. I have a spare jacket in your office, it took me a while to set up. I had to get ready here.”

For the first time Bakugo noticed a delicious smell coming from the kitchen and his eyes darted across.

“That traitor was fucking in on this the whole time.” He accused, pointing to the kitchen. “Is the other traitor here too?”

“There might be several traitors in the kitchen.” Kirishima admitted, wrapping his arms around him and turning him to face the table that was set up. “I told you, I wanted to take you out to dinner.”

“Who’s here?” He asked, escaping his arms and walking to the kitchen. Kirishima followed, smiling and grabbing his hand. He stormed into the kitchen and noted Midoriya, Uraraka and Todoroki there, all caught by surprise. It took a second for the three traitors to register their presence. 

“CONGRATULATIONS!” Uraraka and Midoriya threw down their tools and ran to hug them without fear. He was feeling pretty fucking sentimental, so he let it happen. Todoroki offered a handshake and his ‘heart felt’ condolences to Kirishima which had Bakugo giving him the finger.

“I should fire you all.” Bakugo stated with a passionless glare. “You assholes are meant to warn me not to dress like shit when this happens. Where the fuck is your loyalty? Some friends you are.”

“Oh my god.” Midoriya clasped a hand over his heart. “Did you guys just hear that?”

“We did.” Uraraka nodded enthusiastically.

Shit. Fuck. No. 

“I didn’t mean that.” He quickly tried to rectify the situation.

“I believe you just called us your friends.” Todoroki added, a rare smile forming on his face. It was disturbing.

“You can’t take it back.” Midoriya added. “Because we heard it. We are your friends.”

“Shut up.” He growled, turning to Kirishima to help.

“Alright,” Kirishima tugged him close and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. “He’s had a lot of feelings tonight; we best give him a break. As his best friends, I’m sure you’ll understand that I now must wine and dine my new fiancé. Protocol.”

“I hate you.” He muttered without venom.

“You love me.” Kirishima countered, kissing his temple. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have agreed to be stuck with me forever.”

“Don’t worry, we’re making all your favourite food.” Uraraka promised, grabbing a wooden spoon and returning to her position by the stove. “To be served soon. So go sit down and be gross and romantic.”

“Actually,” Midoriya pointed out. “Maybe we should blow out some of the candles first. It is a fire hazard.”

“Yeah, fucking good idea.” Bakugo agreed, because he really didn’t want to explain that one to insurance. First though, he needed Kirishima’s coat.

After the candles were extinguished and the mood lighting was on, they sat at the table in a daze of euphoria and love. He’d never been so happy.

“We’re engaged.” He looked down to their hands clasped together and trailed his eyes to the ring on his finger. Suddenly he felt excited. “We’re fucking engaged!” The smile broke from his lips as he pulled the redhead to him, over the table, with enthusiasm. He kissed him with just as much excitement. “Fuck I love you! I am so fucking in love with you! Now we’re gonna get fucking married!”

“You told me you wanted serious. You are my forever, Katsuki.” Kirishima sighed, eyes full of love and devotion, resting his forehead to his.

It couldn’t get more serious than this and he was living for it.

Chapter Text

“Oh would you look at that!” Bakugo exclaimed sarcastically pulling his keys out of Kirishima’s spare jacket once they had finished up with their romantic as shit night and made their way to the car. Kirishima had caught a lift to the restaurant in order to propose and Bakugo wondered where the fuck his actual car was if not here. It certainly wasn’t at home. “The keys to my restaurant. I wonder how they got in here.”

“Well, if I didn’t take them, you would have walked through the back and ruined my surprise.” Kirishima explained, clambering into the car with all the grace of a bull. “Then it would have been awkward instead of totally romantic.”

“I still woulda said yes.” He promised with a huff of a laugh. “I can’t resist you when you dress like a mother fucking trainwreck, and you know it.”

“Yeah but,” Kirishima grabbed his hand and made it feel down the suit as if he hadn’t been touching him all fucking night. “It’s soft.”

“Idiot.” His hand trailed down to the redhead’s thigh… well not quite. It was a little further north than that. “Hm, this isn’t soft.”

“Tease.”

“Hm.” There was no denying that. But then his eyes locked on the stupid ring, and they grew fucking misty again, so he had to remove his hand.

“Were you surprised?” Kirishima asked, grabbing for his hand and fingering the ring. “I’ve had this for the past two weeks. I’ve been planning it as soon as you told me the place would be closed for the night.”

“Yeah.” He confirmed with a single nod. “I didn’t suspect a damn thing.”

“Well, I figured there was a fifty-fifty chance of us proposing to each other and I really wanted to do it.” Kirishima informed with a stupid grin. “I wanted you to know that I chose you.”

“I was gonna do it after the shit with the restaurant died down.” Bakugo told him as way of explanation. "Don’t get cocky for getting in first.”

“So we were on the same page about it then.” Fucking obviously.

“Woulda married you a week in.” He admitted, turning on the car for some warmth. “But logic won out and I kinda thought you’d run a fucking mile if I suggested it.”

“So you were going to wait a socially acceptable amount of time to ask me?” Kirishima chuckled, relaxed with the heater as Bakugo drove them home. “And that was about a year?”

“Yep.” He answered. “I fucking googled it.”

“Of course you did.”

All but crashing through the front door, he made sure Kirishima was out of the ugly fucking suit in a matter of seconds, discarding his own shit outfit in the process. Despite the suit feeling nice to touch, he much preferred the muscles that lay beneath it. They were smoother under his touch and much easier to grab onto and he was feeling pretty handsy. The other had different ideas though and instead of just letting him roam, he was being hauled up against the wall. He barely had the time to grip his waist with his legs, so he didn’t fall.

“Oh.” He let out a surprised breath that had Kirishima chuckling. “That was kinda hot.”

“I didn’t think it through though.” Kirishima informed, before capturing his lips. “We’re not nearly prepared enough for spontaneous wall romance.”

“Idiot. Why the hell would you phrase it like that?” He tsked, unable to help the smile. “We can’t just make out for a bit.” He then offered, not wanting to let the effort go to waste.

“Hold on.” He didn’t even ger the chance to question the words before he was wrapping his arms tightly around his neck as the other moved him to the goddamn rug by the fire. He didn’t remember setting it before he left, which only meant some other asshole was in on the whole night and helping the redhead with his plan.

Still, the scene felt very familiar. They really had just done a fucking full three sixty in their lives.

“You planned this.” He accused as the other pushed him back into the fluffiness and claimed his mouth again.

“It’s romantic.” The redhead whispered, lips roving wherever they could reach. “I love you and I want to be romantic.” Well he couldn’t really argue with that.

“Okay.” He agreed as their eyes met, his hand tenderly cupping his fiancés gentle face. “I love you too.” And, for once, it was nothing but totally fucking romantic.

~

They awoke the next morning in a tangle of limbs sheets after spending a considerable about of the night loving each other in the naked sense. It was just what people did when they got engaged and if he had it his way, they’d be in the same loved up mood to keep doing it. Unfortunately for him, it was going to be a stupid busy day.

“How are you feeling about tonight?” Kirishima asked, still half asleep and spooning him from behind. He always did do a good big spoon.

“I’ll feel better about it when I’ve had coffee.” He yawned, feeling the redhead grin against his neck. “As long as everyone does their damn jobs and I don’t have to fire anyone, it’ll be fine.”

“Are your parents coming tonight?” Kirishima asked, pushing himself up on an elbow to look at him before gently pushing the hair out of Bakugo’s eyes. It was all loving and sweet and fuck. This was his fiancé. Holy shit.

“They’re overseas doing some fashion shit in Italy.” Bakugo told him, forgetting about it until that moment. He thought he had told him, judging by the surprise on Kirishima’s face, clearly not. “Fuck, I swear I told you.”

“It’s been a big couple of weeks for you.” He took that as a sign of forgiveness. “Who will be there on your table tonight then?”

“You.” He answered instantly, causing Kirishima to smile. “Your mother. Deku’s mother. Pinky and produce man. Dunce face and the other idiot he’s dating since we aren’t opening the other restaurant tonight. Cheeks will be there too.”

“There is literally no-one you called by their name in that whole sentence.” Kirishima informed him with a little shake of his head.

“I am who I am.” He sighed, rubbing at an eye. “I haven’t had coffee. Can’t remember their stupid names. You’re lucky I remember your stupid name.”

“Sometimes you say things that really humble me and bring me back down to earth.” Kirishima told him, gently biting his ear… just because he could.

“You’re the one that fell in love with me.” He shrugged, pushing Kirishima’s face away and rolling to the side of the bed. “You know what you signed up for.”

“Did I sign up for you cooking me an omelette with a side of bacon?” Goddamn him and his stupidly attractive face.

“Sure, it’s not like I’m opening a fucking restaurant and feeding one hundred pretentious fucks tonight.” He shrugged, quickly fumbling for some warm clothes. Even with the heater on, it was still cold, and he was not living for it.

“Well, the other option is I cook the breakfast.” Kirishima quickly threw out with a smirk on his face.

“Ugh, I’m not that desperate not to cook.” Considering the depth of Kirishima’s meals stopped at toasted sandwiches and microwave noodles. Clad in some warm clothes, he knelt on the mattress and tugged the other into a kiss. “But you have to do the coffee.”

“Alright, that seems fair.” The redhead agreed before indulging himself in another kiss. And another. And a fourth for good measure. “Okay! Coffee!” And then he was up.

~

He arrived at the new restaurant several hours early with his idiot friend and co-owner. Todoroki was also there early as well as the highly strung sous-chef that just had to run everywhere. He was respectful enough though and not completely useless, so he received a tick for that at least.

“So, who will actually be in charge tonight?” Four eyes asked, chopping shit faster than he’d ever seen anyone chop before. It was a little goddamn terrifying, but he wasn’t about to act impressed by it.

“That idiot will be mostly running the place so he’s in charge.” Bakugo pointed at Midoriya, attention mostly focused on looking at the plates for specks of dirt. “I’m helping him for the night to make sure he doesn’t fuck up.”

“But this is your place too.” Midoriya confirmed. “It’ll be like a co-in-charge situation. It’ll be busy so when I step away, you’ll take over and vice versa because it’s not like you won’t sometimes have to cover here or I cover there. It’s a partnership.”

“Yeah, yeah we get it.” He waved off, wiping a few of them. “For the sake of the fucking conversation, it’s your kitchen, our restaurant. Don’t disappoint me or I’ll kick your ass.”

“Can I ask, why is it that you never wanted to take over the new place?” Inquisitive, fast chopping, four-eyed man asked. Bakugo shrugged. He had originally considered it. He thought he’d like to be closer to the bigger city with more options, but the second restaurant didn’t have his original starring. He would have also had to move away from his house… and then Kirishima came along, and it sealed his thought process on staying put. Kirishima had absently told him that despite working in the city, he liked being close to his mother and friends and that was important to him… he wouldn’t make him sacrifice that when he could successfully maintain a life where they were.

“Because I have a damn life, this nerd didn’t.” He answered to which Midoriya just laughed… weirdly enough.

“We do have a fantastic life in the city.” Todoroki interjected and he couldn’t help but jump because he hadn’t fucking seen him sneak in. “I must say, I am quite thankful.”

“Because dating and working together is never too much.” He muttered without venom because his friends were actually happy about their circumstance.

“It just means I don’t have to miss him during the day like you do with Eijiro.” It was a burn, but that was just Todoroki. Cold as ice until he dished out the sick burns.

“I’m a grown assed adult, I don’t miss him during the day.” Bakugo growled out, only lying slightly.

“Well, he certainly misses you.” The man held up Bakugo’s phone that he had left out on the bar. “Sixteen texts.”

Normally that number of messages would be alarming to people, but Kirishima had a habit of texting a series of incomplete messages and short sentences with whatever would pop into his head at the time. Still, he grabbed for the phone because… well he did kind of miss him. They were engaged and in love and shit, sue him. He was allowed to kind of miss him, right?

Ei: Ma asked me if I am going to wear white for the wedding.
Ei: Do you think that’s too much? Too extra?
Ei: Wait, can I wear white if I’m not a virgin?
Ei: No, that’s a sterothmf
Ei: Stereotype*
Ei: I’m a virgin by the stereotypical means though. Maybe I classify for the white rules.
Ei: Nah.
Ei: Maybe you should wear white.
Ei: No, I’m ruling out white as an option. I don’t think it suits us.
Ei: How’s your prep going? Kill anyone yet?
Ei: Waht should I order tonight?
Ei: what*
Ei: I miss you.
Ei: And
Ei: Love you.
Ei: How many different olives do you think are in the world?

He caught himself smiling stupidly at his phone and kind of hated himself a little.

Kats: about 130-140 types of olives.

Because he once asked himself the same question when he was in an olive food mood.

Kats: There is nothing fucking virginal about you or me. Forget white. Order the gnocchi. No-one’s dead. Love you, too.
Ei: THAT MANY?! SHIT THAT’S A LOT OF OLIVES. Wait… how do you know this? Chef’s secret knowledge? So cool.


This was going to go back and forth all day… and he was definitely okay with that, even if the other assholes paid him out about it.

By the time the team debrief happened half an hour before opening, Bakugo was fairly certain it was going to go off without a hitch. There would be reporters and VIP’s attending as per normal, but this time he was happy to let Midoriya do most of the talking. He’d give a stupid two sentenced speech before he’d retreat, cook his specialties and then do a walk around. It was a fairly simple list if people didn’t end up fucking it up.

The first hitch came when Todoroki approached him with a stoic look and explained a situation with a seating arrangement. Bakugo’s eyes narrowed; he’d never had anyone take issue with their assigned seats for an event. No seats were worse than others. It was a fine dining experience all around. He was sure most people were already there since they were just about to start service.

“I tried to offer solutions and explain the arrangements, but they are very persistent.” Todoroki explained, pointing over to the table where Kirishima and the rest of them sat facing what looked to be an angry looking, belligerent security guard. “I thought it best you handle it as they aren’t listening to me, Izuku is busy and Uraraka isn’t there yet.”

“It’s fine.” He ground out before sighing. “I’ll handle the asshole.” Todoroki nodded before excusing himself and walking over to the bar who was being tended by a shy looking girl he couldn’t remember interviewing.

Stalking over, he caught Kirishima’s eyes. He had been in the middle of a sentence to the guy but shut his mouth as Bakugo approached. This seemed to draw attention to his presence as everyone from the table as well as the security guard looked at him.

“What’s happening?” He snapped out, already annoyed with the fact that he had to deal with an issue. The security guard turned out to be for some elitist celebrity. He paused, eyeing him up and down and tyring to figure out if he was of any importance. He glanced to the table where Kirishima and the rest of the party were looking confused and a little taken aback. “Who the hell are you and what’s your damn issue?” He finally prompted again after about thirty seconds of silence.

“You the owner?” Security dickhead asked, sizing him up.

“I’m fucking busy is what I am,” He didn’t mean to sound pissed off, but he was pissed off. “I don’t have all fucking night, so spit it out.”

“I am here with one of the VIP celebrities.” He handed a card with their name on it, to which he rolled his eyes. They were c class at best. “They have requested this table.”

“No.” He didn’t even need to glance at the table to know Kirishima and Kaminari were low key grinning at each other.

“I’m not sure you understand, this could ruin you.” Security guard man threatened.

“No, I’m not sure you understand.” He countered, jaw set, and eyes determined to put the wanker and the fake celebrity in their place. The idiot was probably related to them somehow. “This table is taken, and I make the fucking rules.”

“You really want to lose business over a table of fucking losers that aren’t even famous?” Bakugo hardened his glare.

“Let me explain in a way you’ll understand.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This table is hosting my family. They will not be moving. You, however, can get the fuck out. Tell this fucking wanker if they have any more issues with their seating arrangements, they can feel free to leave too.”

“I … uh…” He faltered as he looked over the table. “Your family? I didn’t mean to insult-…”

“No, you did.” He crossed his arms and continued to glare. “I heard you.” The guy looked at him, mouth slightly agape as he grappled for thought. “Leave.” Bakugo barked, causing him to jump. It was enough to make him start moving for the door, looking back in confusion. Bakugo smirked to himself just as he seemed to be half fucking tackled into a hug by the beautiful idiot he was going to marry.

“That was so manly.” Kirishima beamed at him when he pulled back. Bakugo couldn’t help but place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze gently… because he really did like just touching him.

“This suit isn’t fucking ugly.” He noted in surprise, looking him over. Simple, black, elegant. Even the tie was a sleek black. His hand traced down the collar and brushed down the front of the jacket. It was slightly more fitted than what he usually wore but Bakugo definitely wasn’t complaining.

“It’s yours.” Oh. That made more sense. “I ran out of time, and it was the only thing ironed.”

“Huh.” Now that he looked at it, it did look familiar.

“It’s adorable that you two are similar heights and sizes that you can share clothes.” Kaminari sighed as if the notion was incredibly romantic.

“The only thing I would wear of his are his fucking hoodies.” Bakugo shot back quickly, because most of Kirishima’s clothes were still ugly.

“And sometimes underwear if you run out.” Kirishima added the totally unnecessary bit of information. “But it’s okay because we’re getting married and that’s not the worst thing we’ve ever shared.”

“I know you think that this conversation is fucking appropriate, but It’s not as cute as you think it is.” Bakugo tugged his ear in warning.

“Excuse me.” Kirishima’s Ma was suddenly there, pushing her son out of the way before pulling Bakugo into a solid hug. “Congratulations! I am absolutely ecstatic I am officially getting another son.” This seemed to prompt the rest of the table to offer their round of excitable accolades regarding their pending nuptials. Kirishima seemed to be a little offended his own mother had pushed him out of the way until she pulled back and offered him a pat on his arm.

“Let me see it!” Mina exclaimed, beckoning closer and reaching for his hand.

“I don’t have it on at the moment.” He rolled his eyes and snatched his hand back. “I’m preparing and cooking food. Do you heathens actually care about fucking health and safety requirements?”

“I do.” Sero agreed, raising his hand. “I do supply the produce.” “

I also care.” Kaminari pointed at him with his delicate nurse hands. “I have to be germ free also.” It made sense from a health care perspective.

“I respect the requirements.” Shinso added, tapping his glass idly. “But I think that’s more because I find the notion of germs disgusting.”

“It’s true.” Kaminari added, his tone teasing. “There’s hand sanitiser on his bed side table.”

“That’s practical.” Kirishima considered after a peck to Bakugo’s cheek, sliding back into his seat. “Do you get offended when he sanitises after touching you though?” Bakugo rolled his eyes. It seemed like they were going to be in for a long, ridiculous conversation and he had shit to do.

"Alright,” He interrupted, squeezing his fiancés shoulders before quickly letting go. “I’m working. Eat food, have fun, don’t fucking embarrass me. Bye."

“Kay babe…” Kirishima waved him off without a thought and went straight back into the stirring. It kind of made him proud.

The rest of the night went by in a whirlwind, but in an easy, flowing amazing way. It had gone off without a hitch. They would be getting good reviews. Everyone enjoyed their meals… it was fucking great, and he was feeling almost high from the excitement off it all. Midoirya had only stumbled once through his speech and Bakugo hadn’t fucked up his own two sentences, so overall he would say it had been a successful night. Most people had gone when he went back out to the dining room save some of his idiot table. Kirishima’s Ma and Midoriya’s mother had left, but the rest of them table decided to hang back and be fucking annoying.

Uraraka had given him a thumbs up and an awkward hug before skipping off to the Kitchen to talk everyone else’s ear off. Small mercies. Bakugo decided to sit with his self-proclaimed ‘family’ for a while, mainly because he didn’t hate them and he was mostly finished his own tasks. He looked around the table just as Kirishima caught his hand and gave it a squeeze and he congratulated him on an awesome job. He’d be lying if he didn’t feel something in his chest at the casual support.

Bakugo looked across the table. Kaminari and Shinso were significantly more lovey than he’d ever seen them be. The blonde had nudged his chair in close and nestled himself in under Shinso’s arm. One of his legs had also been thrown over Shinso’s lap for good measure. It would have been impolite at any other point throughout the night, but it was literally just them left in the place and he didn’t have the heart to kick any of them out. When Kaminari excused himself for the bathroom, Bakugo struck.

“So, you two have sorted your shit?” Bakugo asked bluntly, causing Mina and Sero to stop whatever they were talking about and look over to Shinso expectantly. Kirishima coughed a laugh as he idly traced circles on Bakugo’s back. It was pretty damn soothing if he were being honest with himself. Maybe the engagement made him more docile? He’d concede to it for a while.

“We are very happy, thank you for your concern.” Shinso replied curtly, ignoring the rest of the table.

“You’re the one who was being stupid.” He shrugged causing Kirishima to snicker again. “You don’t want me to ask, you shouldn’t have been an idiot and involved us.”

“It’s true.” Uraraka piped up from the window of the kitchen, how she had heard enough to add her two cents worth, he had no idea. “You were an idiot. You asked him out when you were dating.”

“Ouch.” Mina did an exaggerated flinch. “You were stupid.”

“I am aware.” Shinso agreed, sipping his coffee. “I was actually trying to forget that embarrassment. Thank you for reminding me.”

“You’re welcome!” Uraraka sung before disappearing again, leaving the rest of the table to laugh.

“It’s been a fucking disaster from the start.” Bakugo pointed out and Shinso sighed heavily. “We’re invested, so spill.”

“Yeah, spill!” Mina agreed, leaning forward. “Although he’s probably told us anyway.”

“Told you what?” Kaminari asked, suddenly appearing again. He’d approached too quietly, causing the rest of them to jump.

“How your relationship is going.” Kirishima offered, clearly hoping he’d get more from them if he just threw it out on the table.

“Oh,” Kaminari threw himself back into the chair and promptly took Shinso’s coffee from his hand. He took a sip, contemplating. “It’s good.”

“That’s nothing. You could be describing the coffee.” Sero stated after a second of silence. “Give us more.”

“Information can be my engagement present.” Kirishima tagged onto the end causing Bakugo to frown and turn to him. He pulled him in, so their foreheads were touching in an act of deliberation.

“Oi, you don’t get to decide what the damn presents are without me.” He hissed lowly.

“Are engagement presents actually a thing?” Kirishima whispered to him quickly.

“I don’t know, but if they are it would be something for both of us.” He shot back, also in a steady whisper.

“This is for both of us.” He retorted and Bakugo had to concede because he did want the information. “Just think, in a week they won’t care that we just got engaged, we do this now why we have the opportunity.” With a sigh, he nodded his head and Kirishima smiled in victory before turning back to the group.

“I’ve consulted the other half of this pending union and we agree, information can be our engagement present.”

“That interaction was so fluffy it was actually disgusting.” Sero deadpanned at the interaction.

“So gross.” Mina agreed, pulling a face. Bakugo threw them the finger for good measure.

“You two are also incredibly nosey.” Shinso murmured to himself with a trace of a frown. “What do you even want to know?”

“Have you said you love each other again without the depressing cloud of childhood trauma and unsupportive dead parents hanging over your heads?” Bakugo asked without reservation. “Or is it just fucking awkward now?”

“Katsuki!” Kirishima hit his arm in shock horror as the others gasped at the words. “You can’t just throw people’s business around like that.”

“It’s fine, I did tell everyone.” Kaminari brushed it off, not looking bothered at all.

“See,” He looked to Kirishima in triumph. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not awkward.” Kaminari continued glancing around the table. “What was awkward was when Hitoshi told me that Eijiro educated him on love languages and then he tried to apply that knowledge in real life. It made getting frisky kind of awkward when he kept throwing weird affirmations at me."

"I was under the impression love languages were best done whilst being intimate.” The man almost blushed, pressing a hand to his temple.

“I don’t think you understood what I was trying to say.” Kirishima looked at Shinso with an amused look. “The whole premise is to bring you closer to intimacy, otherwise it would be a very different situation every time Katsuki makes me lunch or vacuums the floor.”

“Oh trust me, I know now.” He answered quickly.

“You’re a handsy bastard,” Bakugo pointed out to Kirishima. “Sometimes you can’t help yourself when I vacuum.”

“It’s domestic and sexy.” The retort came instantly. “It’s allowing us to become more intimate because I appreciate that its domestic and sexy."

“See, this conversation is also awkward.” Kaminari chimed, shutting them up. “To answer your previous question. Yes. We have said it to each other since.”

“Never thought you had it in you!” Sero chimed, clapping Shinso on the back. “Bet you were romantic about it too.”

“I have never hated a conversation more than I have hated this one.” Shinso sighed, looking up at the roof. “Just kill me now if we’re going to continue talking about it.”

“But then you wouldn’t be around to love me and that would be a problem.” Kaminari dictated, moving in closer to his face with no reservation. Shinso side eyed him, not budging from his position with crossed arms. “I’m needy. You know this… besides… I know how to change the topic.”

“How?”

“So, Katsuki, Eijiro, tell me EVERYTHING about the engagement!” Kaminari clapped his hands together and beamed at them. “How it was done, the romance, the reactions, everything!”

“I’ve got shit to do.” Bakugo abruptly stood, ignoring how red his cheeks went at the question.

“Well!” Kirishima beamed, ignoring him as he launched into the story of the engagement. Kaminari was a sneaky fuck, but it was a good play. With a shake of his head, Bakugo walked off to complete the tasks he’d been putting off. Anything was better than talking about his romantic fucking feelings to an audience. 

A short time later, he was sitting in the office with Midoriya as they finalised some business.

Kirishima had headed home with the others, having caught a lift with Sero, knowing he was going to be a little while longer. Midoriya had also sent Todoroki and the others home too. It had been oddly silent as they reflected on the night. It was a weird sensation, being there with someone he’d known most of his life, sharing a business and achieving something great. It was almost humbling. He decided to roll with the mood. 

“I don’t think I ever said thank you for what you did for me.” The words were out before he could stop them. He was staring at the paperwork in front of him as the words echoed back to him. The other stopped his typing on the computer, startled and confused.

“What do you mean?” Midoriya asked with a furrowed brow. “Thank me for what?”

“What you did for me when I was in that shit place and drinking every damn day.” He admitted, swallowing dryly. “I … fuck… I had a problem and I thought about ending things a lot. So… thanks… for not letting me or whatever. We’re able to do this today because you were annoyingly persistent in helping me.”

“You don’t need to thank me for any of that.” Midoriya replied genuinely. “You’re my friend. We grew up together. I’m sure you would have done the same for me.”

“You aren’t the same as me, and that’s a good thing.” He muttered, hating the honesty.

“I don’t know about that.” Midoriya shrugged, leaning back on his chair. “When I came to you for a job, I was caught up in some pretty dangerous stuff. I was headed down a path that you saved me from. You didn’t even hesitate when I asked you for a job. Helping each other... It’s just what friends do for each other.” He’d never really asked what it was that Midoriya was dealing with but from what he gathered it wasn’t exactly the straight and narrow path he was living now. He did know there was about eighteen months of no contact before he reappeared after highschool.

“You can tell me what it was, ya know?” He put out there, finally glancing up. “If you want.”

“I will, one day.” He smiled, turning back to the computer. “I’m not ready just yet.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” He repeated as they reached a mutual understanding.

“By the way,” Bakugo started again awkwardly. Like he hadn’t done enough talking about his damn feelings. He shifted his eyes down to his feet and cleared his throat as Midoriya looked on in curiosity. “Eijiro told me it would be weird if he had people standing next to him at our wedding and I didn’t.”

“Yes, I can imagine that would look quite odd Kaachan.” He offered, sympathetic to the cause. Kirishima hadn’t told him that. He had merely decided that he was going to start a group chat that involved the wedding party and asked who Bakugo wanted in it. Bakugo told him he’d add them as he asked. So far the chat consisted of himself, Kirishima, best man Kaminari, groomswoman Mina and tack on the end Sero. It was an annoying fucking chat that he’d paused on more than one occasion, and he’d only been in it for a day.

“Well you better make sure you organise the fucking date off.” He huffed out, opening his phone and adding his name to the stupid chat. “Make sure you get the stupid suit too.” Midoriya’s phone pinged with the add and he looked a little confused before realisation dawned on him.

“Wait, you’re asking me to be a groomsman?” His eyes started welling up. “Oh my god, I would love to!”

“Ugh. Don’t be fucking weird about it.” He ground his teeth together and looked up. “Make sure you get the right coloured tie and shit.”

“What do you mean?” Midoriya asked, clicking into the chat with excitement.

“You and dunce face are gonna wear a different colour.” He shrugged. “Eijiro’s idea.”

“Why?” God, he was an oblivious idiot sometimes. “Wait, I found the thread about it.” His eyes scanned the stupid messages before they looked up in pure excitement. “The best men are wearing a different colour… are you actually, truly asking me to be your BEST MAN?”

“Do I have to say it?” He groaned, rubbing his face.

“Yes.” Stupid friends.

“Yes, I’m fucking asking you to be my best man, okay?” It was painful, but he asked it. “Don’t be an asshole about it.”

“I am so, incredibly honoured to be your best man.” After that interaction, he couldn’t be arsed going through the sentimental bullshit again and just added Uraraka and Todoroki to the chat without asking. If they had any problems, they could get fucked.

Uraraka: Oh. My. God.
Kaminari: Welcome to the wedding party!
Uraraka: You stop this right now! I am dead. I have died and woken up in an alternate reality where Katsuki has actually asked me to be a part of this. I am screaming!
Midoriya: I cried. Actually cried.
Uraraka: You always cry.
Todoroki: It’s true, you always cry.
Kirishima: Oh, yay, he’s asked you all.
Uraraka: Well, if being added to the chat is asking, sure.
Todoroki: I also failed to get a verbal consult before being added. It’s fine though. I expected as much. We are close friends.
Midoriya: He asked me in person to be his best man. I am honoured.
Bakugo: Fuck me, can you stop with the honoured bullshit?


“Did you really just add Uraraka and Todoroki to the chat without asking?” Kirishima lectured later that night when they finally made it to bed. Bakugo glanced up from the stupid chat that was now pinging a thousand messages from Kirishima’s side of the party.

“Deku cried.” He attempted to explain, like it was any excuse. “I couldn’t go through that again.”

“When has Todoroki ever cried?” Kirishima asked plainly, cocking an eyebrow. He had him there. “These are our friends; don’t you think that they would have liked to be asked?”

“I don’t need to ask.” He shrugged, typing out a message. “They’re in the fucking group. It’s not like they don’t know it’s a big deal. If you fuck up who you put in the wedding party, the photos are fucked up and then there’s some asshole you no longer talk to standing there next to you. Everyone knows that you chose people you want in your stupid life forever.”

Kirishima grinned and quickly sent a message on his phone. It was a goddamn recording of what he just said.

“You asshole.” He growled, promptly muting the chat before the responses came in. He was never going to live this down. Kirishima sat there laughing like a fucking idiot for the next half hour before he finally managed to shut him up by luring him into a make out session.

Chapter Text

“What’s that on your finger?” His mother asked at brunch two weeks later, fixated on Bakugo’s hand.

Fuck. He knew he’d forgotten something.  

Kirishima looked at him with his mouth slightly open and confused as his mother grabbed for his hand. “Don’t tell me you’re fucking engaged?” She questioned briskly and his father suddenly looked elated by the notion. Kirishima slapped his arm, seemingly annoyed.

“You didn’t tell them?” Kirishima asked, only half glaring, but he was mad. Very mad. His body had gone ridged, and his jaw was clenched a little. Fuck.  

“I meant to, but they didn’t answer when I rang them.” He knew he probably should have kept trying to inform them, but he had been so caught up in opening a restaurant and training people that he'd kind of just forgotten. In his head he'd done it, but evidently, he hadn't. On top of that, he was also basking in the whole actually being engaged thing that Kirishima was getting every inch of his free time... and every inch of himself for that matter. They’d technically missed his first phone call so that was on them.

“And what about when you arranged the brunch?” Kirishima scolded, unimpressed.

“I forgot.” He shrugged, glancing down to the ring. It had been too fucking busy and then whenever he had a spare moment, he was spending quality time with Kirishima. What more did he want from him? Miracles?

“Right.” Kirishima answered in a clipped voice, tone unreadable.

“Well.” His mother snapped out, mood souring even further. “Congrats I guess. Let me know if we’re invited to the wedding at least.” Shit. He was never going to hear the end of it. This would be what he took with him to his damn grave. A grave that might already be dug by his pissed off fiancé.

“I just forgot, okay?” He sighed heavily only for Kirishima to grit his teeth and stare at his food. “You didn’t answer when I called you the day after it fucking happened. By the way, the opening went great too thanks for fucking asking.”

“That was always going to go fine, what I don’t get is your blaze’ attitude about announcing to us that we are legally gaining another son!” She snapped, hitting him over the head like she did when he was younger and in trouble. He fucking felt like he was in trouble too.

“You already claimed him as one.” He pointed out, looking tentatively over to Kirishima. He looked even more fucking pissed so he guessed his tone earlier would have been simmering anger.

Kirishima met his gaze. Yeah, judging from that look Bakugo definitely wasn’t finished getting lectured today. He was going to have to make it up to him and it was probably going to take some groveling. He didn’t quite get why he was so angry, but he’d figure it out soon enough. It had to go deeper than just forgetting to tell his parents about the engagement. 

“He’s a better son than you.” His mother snapped, swiping up her coffee. “He would have told us.”

“He didn’t tell you either.” He mumbled dryly, crossing his arms only for Kirishima to give him the filthiest look.

“I thought they knew.” Kirishima stated brusquely through his teeth. “Otherwise I would have followed up.”

“Hey now, how about we just focus on the positives here?” His father chimed, being the mediator. He’d never been so fucking grateful in his life. “Although Katsuki didn’t tell us, we know now, and we are incredibly happy! Congratulations, it is a beautiful thing, and we couldn’t have asked for a better person to put up with our son.”

“Fuck you!” It didn’t end in the direction he thought it was going. “I’m not something you put up with and he fucking loves me!”

“Questionable at the moment.” Sassy Kirishima was not always his favourite, particularly when it was directed at him.

“Whatever, I’m going to order more coffee.” He growled, removing himself from the situation. If they wanted to be pissy at him, so be it. He didn’t have to sit through it.

The rest of the brunch wasn’t as hostile. Once his mother got over her initial irritation, she excitedly forced the story out of them. Kirishima perked up a little with the questions, but Bakugo could tell he was still in the cold shoulder territory, mainly because the other didn’t so much as touch him or smile in his direction the whole brunch. Bakugo didn’t like it one bit, but he was going to put up with it and not cause a damn scene just because he wasn’t getting the attention he wanted. Like the adult he was. So, just to prove a fucking point, he grabbed Kirishima’s hand from underneath the table and linked their fingers together.

Kirishima glanced over; chin propped on his other hand. Bakugo was almost worried he was going to pull away but then he gave a little squeeze of assurance and that had him settling slightly. He hadn’t screwed up completely, then.

His mother and father congratulated them once more on their departure, pulling them both into hugs. It wasn’t nearly as awkward as he thought it would be and since he’d fucked up, he let it happen as way of apology.

Walking back to their own car, parked a few blocks away, the tension felt thick. There was no playful chatter, no hand holding and no stolen glances.

“What the fuck is wrong?” He snapped out after they had walked in silence for a good couple of minutes. He probably should have come out and apologised, but he didn’t really understand why the guy looked so depressed over a stupid forgetful action. "I'm sorry, okay?" 

“Nothing is wrong.” Kirishima answered, kicking a rock on the path for something to do. He conveniently ignored the apology. 

“You’re pissed about something so just spit it out.” He voiced, stopping suddenly on the path. There was barely anyone else around, so he didn’t care about the confrontation.

“I’m not pissed.” Liar.

“You don’t think I know what you look like when you’re pissed?” He pointed out, grabbing his chin so their eyes could meet. “I live with you; I’m not fucking stupid. We’re together all the fucking time.”

“I’m not pissed.” Again with the lies. “I’m fine. Confused, but fine.”

“Glad we’re starting off strong with the fucking lies.” Bakugo threw onto the table of problems just to grate him into talking. “It’s the foundation of every good marriage.”

“Ha, that’s rich.” Sarcasm, he was getting somewhere. “Here I thought that our pending marriage wasn’t important enough to talk about.”

“Yeah I get it, I fucked up.” He grounded out, glaring at the other. “I should have told them, I’m sorry I didn’t, but I don’t get why you’re so fucking pissed at me for making a mistake.”

“Do you even want to marry me?” Kirishima asked, taking on the challenge.

“I wouldn’t have said yes if I didn’t want to marry you, idiot. I don’t do shit I don’t want to do.” He shot back instantly, not willing to play the game. Kirishima gave him a scathing look. “What sort of stupid question is that? Yes, I want to marry you.”

“So why the hell would you not tell your parents?” He snapped out irritably. “Are you embarrassed or something?”

“It just slipped my mind.” He shrugged, trying to not completely lose his cool in the heat of battle.

“Don’t shrug at me and just play it off!” Kirishima was angry now. Not internalizing, but outwardly angry. “It’s bullshit.”

“This conversation is bullshit. This argument is fucking bullshit.” He huffed a frustrated sigh. “I told you they didn’t answer when I rang, they didn't call back and then I forgot. It happens.”

“It doesn’t happen, Katsuki!” He hissed, trying not to draw any attention from the already abandoned street. “You don’t just forget to tell people! Especially if they’re important to you!”

“It’s not something I did to piss you off.” He snapped out, losing his patience. “I’m gonna marry you. I wanna marry you. What the fuck do you want from me?”

“I want to know it means something to you.” The words were like waving a red flag at a bull. He didn’t like that he was being accused of not caring.

“Are you fucking serious?” God what a fucking headfuck. “You’re being stupid and insecure. This argument is fucking stupid.”

“Right.” Oh, the sarcasm was back. “Because I’m upset about something it automatically makes me stupid.”

“No, but what you’re upset about is stupid.” He bit back as he started to walk again, albeit slightly more aggressively. “You really want to fucking accuse me of not fucking loving you? That’s you being an asshole.”

“I didn’t accuse you of that.” Kirishima protested quickly, jogging to catch up to him. He ignored him for another two minutes until they threw themselves in the car.

“You’re punishing me for a mistake I didn’t even mean to make.” Bakugo growled, throwing the keys in the ignition. “I know that’s not all you’re upset about so how about you explain what it is I’ve fucking done so I can fix it.”

Kirishima swallowed; bottom lip almost quivering as he adverted his eyes down. Now he felt like a dick, but he had no idea what the hell was happening.

“Goddamnit…” He sighed heavily, rubbing a hand through his hair. “I don’t get it.”

“I asked you to marry me and you didn’t tell them.” Yeah, he got that much. “You don’t even wear the ring half the time.”

“I’m a chef, Eijiro.” He pointed out, cocking an eyebrow. “I can’t wear it while prepping and dealing with food. If I took it there, it’d get fucking lost.”

“Yeah, I know.” He shook his head, looking to the floor. “Just drop it. It’s stupid, remember?” Bakugo swore under his breath, ignoring the frustration building up inside him and reached for his hand instead, gripping it tightly with intensity and purpose in his stare.

“I love you.” He pushed that point because well, he did. “My parents didn’t answer when I tried to call them and then I genuinely forgot about it because I’ve been working my ass off and then I just wanna come home to you. You can bet your fucking ass I told every single other fuck I knew.” Kirishima glanced up, studying his features.

“But you didn’t tell them.”

“Why the hell is that so important?” He asked with a confused frown.

“Because they made you.” He admitted, looking all sad. “It’s important to me that they know I love you. It’s important because they’re important to you and you love them. I want them to know they’re important to me too. I didn’t get to ask their thoughts before I did it and that makes me feel guilty. I respect them and I love you. I wanted them to know that.”

“They already know.” He pointed out with a frown. “They love the shit out of you. My mother told me to stop being an asshole and to call you at the start when we were being stupid. She knew I was going to end up with you.”

“Really?” He looked up under those perfect, long eye lashes.

“Yes. You know what else I did?” Kirishima shook his head at the question. “I ordered a damn chain so I can wear it whenever it’s not on my finger. You know that I would have asked you if you didn't do it first.”

“Oh.” Silence ensued as Kirishima looked at him, blinking a tear away.

“So why all the emotions?” He pressed, not breaking the eye contact. “You know I’m shit with working out what’s caused them. Is it just the parent's thing?”

“It threw me that you didn’t tell them.” He sighed, slumping his shoulders. “I’m a bit tired today as well. I stayed up late every day working on my pHD and I’ve been researching wedding stuff. That’s stressful. Maybe I just need a break.”  

“Ei, we don’t even have a date yet, what the fuck are you researching?” Bakugo asked… which was apparently the wrong thing to ask because he looked defeated again.

“Costs, locations, celebrants.” He admitted, eyes falling down to his lap. “And I know we don’t have a date because you don’t want to talk to me about it when I bring it up.”

“That’s bullshit.” He replied automatically, dismissing the notion.

“You kiss me and start stuff.” Kirishima mumbled hesitantly.

“Are you telling me that you think that because I kiss you and start stuff when you when you mention it, that I don’t want to marry you?” He deadpanned, blinking once. “You realise that’s because it makes me excited to think about you being my damn husband?”

“I thought you were trying to put off the conversation… that maybe you’re not ready to talk about it all yet.” Kirishima admitted, looking to him in surprise. “Maybe I am just being insecure.”

“Eijiro.” Their eyes met. Bakugo reached his hand out to cup his jaw. “Pick a date.”

“What?”

“I don’t care when.” He continued, trailing his thumb gently across his cheek. “All that matters to me is that I get to do this with you. So pick a date.”

“You want me to choose the date?” Kirishima asked, eyes looking just a tad bit mistier.

“I want you to be happy.” He clarified.

“I wanted to choose a date with you.” He admitted feebly. “I wanted the wedding planning to be something we did together.”

“Okay,” Bakugo stated, pulling him in and plastering a kiss to his lips. “We’re free this afternoon, let’s start planning this thing.”

“I’d really like that.” Kirishima breathed, a small smile gracing his lips as he moved back in to kiss.

“Sorry for being a forgetful dick.” Bakugo told him after several smaller kisses. “And sorry for seducing you and making it seem like I didn’t give a shit about planning.”

“Sorry for getting angry and upset without talking to you about it first.” And just like that, they were okay.

~

The wedding planning didn’t start as soon as they got home as intended. Somehow they ended up on the couch in a pretty heavy make out session which made wearing clothes feel really fucking constricting. Every single time their hips moved in tandem, a lewd moan escaped his lips. He felt heady at the sensation. It was kind of fun acting like horny teenagers aggressively grinding with their mouths fused together. His lips felt chafed and swollen. His abdomen felt tight and furled with each movement, on the verge of desperation. The other’s hands were snaked up his shirt, pinching his nipple, pulling his hips closer...

"Fuck." He groaned with another roll of the hips. Sharp teeth nibbled his neck in the most fucking erotic fashion that he felt dizzy.

“Stop for a second.” The redhead breathed, pulling back slightly and puffing hot breaths against his neck. “That was close.”

“Why’d you stop?” He was so fucking worked up that he didn’t give a shit about finishing in his jeans. “Keep fucking moving.”

“We’re in our clothes.” His fiancé stated, inhaling sharply at the roll of his hips, pressing them together. “And… uh… I forget why that’s a… goddamn it… issue.”

Grinding together, their breaths mixed allowing the panting and moaning to add to the experience.

It didn’t take long after that. They were both reduced to unceremoniously coming undone seconds apart in the most unsexy way there was. Still, it was worth it. No regrets and all that.

“Ew.” Kirishima pulled a face after a couple of minutes. The redhead was lying a top of him, caught in a tangle of limbs and an arm around his waist. “This feels gross.”

“Hm.” He couldn’t help agreeing with the comment. “It does.”

“Who even does this?” He continued his complaints. “We have no self-control.”

“It’s a right of passage.” Bakugo shrugged, not really getting why he was so deterred by it. “You start dating someone, you grind until you jizz in your pants.”

“We’ve been together for over a year, and I’ve successfully managed to never do this until now.”

“I wanted to make out with my fiancé, sue me.” He pulled him back into a kiss just to shut him up. “I’m satiated, don’t take this from me, asshole.”

“But it’s so… wet.” The other sighed resting his head down on his chest and closing his eyes.

“Shh.” His hand went to the fray of red hair and stroked gently. “Nap time. Ten minutes n’ then shower.”

“It’s lucky I love you.” Kirishima mumbled, giving in to the request.

“I know.” He replied, half asleep and content. “’M lucky.”

“So... dates.” Kirishima clapped his hands together a while later, opening some sort of book. On further inspection, it seemed to be a wedding planner.

“Where the fuck did you even get that?” He asked, pinching the planner out of his hands and looking it over. On the front page, scrawled in Kirishima’s messy writing was Bakugo-Kirishima Wedding. The next page consisted of a bunch of questions Kirishima had written out like, what is a good price for a photographer and where to get a marriage license and who is a good celebrant and are we hyphenating last names and if not, whose are we using? His heart did a little flip at that last one.

“Mina gave it to me.” He stated with a shrug, stealing it back and opening to a seemingly random page. “Katsuki, we need to decide a date.”

“Not fucking winter.” He offered, shuddering at the thought. He needed to crank up the heater just thinking about it. “But also not dead set in the middle of Summer either.”

“Okay… so Spring?” Kirishima suggested and Bakugo pulled a face. “What’s wrong with spring?”

“My eyes get itchy.” It sounded stupid but he actually wanted to see Kirishima on the wedding day. “And I sneeze.”

“Fine, that only leaves one season then.” Kirishima pointed out, looking at him expectantly and challenging him to make a retort.

“Yeah, that’ll do. I don’t really care.” He commented only to get a long stare of disbelief from his fiancé. “Okay, I want it close to your birthday, so I don’t ever forget it by accident.”

Whatever he expected Kirishima to do, it wasn’t to laugh at the admission.

“So, October then.” That seemed to perk him up.

“Yeah, and not an odd number.” He continued, not realising that he had all these damn opinions about a date. “Actually, let’s just do the 20^th because I’m a 20 and I’ll definitely remember it.”

“Why do you think you’ll forget our wedding anniversary?” Kirishima asked, writing the date down in his planner despite the question.

“I don’t know, but I’m not taking any fucking chances.” Kirishima smiled at the admittance, shaking his head in amusement.

“I like the 20^th of October. I think it’ll make a good anniversary date.”

“This year or next?” He was really starting to get into this.

“… It depends on what we can afford, I guess.” Kirishima looked a little contemplative for a moment. October was eight months away, so it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.

“How fucking big do you want it?”

“Not overly big.” He admitted in thought, biting the end of the pencil like some sort of sexy pencil chewer. “Maybe like thirty or so people… I mean, if that’s what you also want?”

“Ugh, thirty is enough.” He threw out. “We can afford it, don’t really see the point of waiting unless we can’t book what we want to book.”

“Okay…” Kirishima was buzzing with sudden excitement. “We already have the wedding party. I guess the next part is … location?” He tapped on a random part of the page that Bakugo now assumed was prompting him. Maybe a check list?

“I don’t care as long as we go somewhere good for the reception because I refuse to eat fucking shit ass food at my own wedding.” Bakugo stated bluntly, crossing his arms at the thought of entrusting his palate to mediocrity. “And I won’t be the only one. There are other chefs in the goddamn wedding party.”

“I get that.” Kirishima sympathised. “We might have to go visit some places. I’ll trust your judgement on the food.”

“Just throwing this out there…” He was probably thinking too far ahead considering they had a full wedding to plan but fuck it. “I want to go to Europe for the honeymoon.”

“Like that idea would take much convincing.” Kirishima turned a couple of pages and wrote the words out. “A husband dragging me to every amazing food place in each city… food, adventure, sex. An amazing combination. Name a more iconic trio.”

“There isn’t one.” He grinned; he was definitely starting to get into this planning thing.

"What next?"

“Lasts name...” Bakugo added, thinking back to the question. He would do whatever Kirishima wanted to do, but it was just easiest to suggest the safest option. “I have my restaurant under my name. You’re doing a damn pHD… you should put your name to it. You did the work. So… hyphenate?”

“It will still be me no matter what my name is.” Kirishima stated casually, flipping back to the first page. “I can put my original name on a paper if I really want, but I don’t want to hyphenate unless you really want to.”

“You don’t?” That threw him a little, clearly not expecting it.

“Not really. I’m not going to pass my name down and it’s not like my mother has the same last name as me. I have no real connection to it other than a shitty father.” He took a breath. “I… want to take your last name… but only if you-...”

“Fuck yes.” He grabbed him by the shirt and bought him in, lips slamming against their target. Which was Kirishima’s lips. “Yes. Take it.” It was humbling to say the least and he secretly low key loved the idea of sharing a last name… the fact that his fiancé wanted his last name felt pretty damn incredible.

“Okay.” The redhead visibly relaxed with an easy smile. “That was easy.”

“Did you think I would say no?” He demanded at the response.

“I just didn’t really know what you wanted, and I expected to have a longer conversation about it to be honest.” He admitted with a small shrug. “I don’t know why… sometimes I think I’m asking for too much.”

“Like?”

“… I don’t know… taking your last name… not wanting kids…”

“It’s not taking it if I give it to you.” He stated tone matter of fact. “And if you start on some bullshit spiel about that whole kid thing again, I swear to God, I’ll tear my hair out. Unless you’ve changed your mind, we don’t need to talk about it.”

“You’re still okay with that decision?”

“I would have fucking told you if I wasn’t.” He sighed, leaning back into the couch. “I will always be okay with the decision because you’re the goddamn person I want. I want you and I want you to be happy. That’s my fucking priority and that’s what’s important to me. I don’t need anything else. I’m not missing out on shit, so shut up about it and take my last name.”

And Kirishima was crying. Why the fuck was he crying? Didn’t he just say nice shit? Repositioning himself, he didn’t quite know how to approach.

“God, what the hell did I say?” He groaned, running a hand through his hair.

“You just accept me for exactly who I am.” He sniffed, reaching for his hand and squeezing it. “You make every bit of heartache and all the years of loneliness so worth living through. I’m lucky. Lucky to be alive and lucky to have fallen in love with you.”

“I’m hard to get rid of is all.” He stated awkwardly. “I stuck.”

“You know it’s more than that. We are the end game.” Kirishima heaved a breath, smiling despite the wet face. “Do you know how special it is that we found each other? Some people go through their whole lives never knowing this feeling. The connection, the intimacy … we know each other, you know?”

“Pretty sure this morning you wanted to disown me and fucking throw me off a bridge, but whatever.” Bakugo snorted a laugh at the truth behind his words. “Now you’re gushing about how special we are and wanting to take my last name. Today needed to come with its own whiplash warning.”

“I can feel both ways.” Kirishima told him playfully, tugging him by the collar so their lips could meet. “I was mad at you this morning; doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”

~~~

“So… do we need to organise a bachelor party for you?” The green haired idiot asked whilst being fitting for his stupid suit. Uraraka and Todoroki were also there, being annoying. Apparently, they had to do things at different times to Kirishima’s party to help with bonding… like they hadn’t all known each other and spent way too much time together since childhood.

“Fuck no.” He answered quickly, half distracted by the silky feel of whatever the fuck he was holding. A cravat maybe? Something lame like that. Still, it did feel nice. Why was he holding it again? He couldn’t remember.

“I believe it’s tradition.” Todoroki countered, causing Bakugo to roll his eyes.

“You want to throw a party for me… the fucking alcoholic? Great fucking idea there, dumbass.” He threw out there, deciding just to own the struggle. Everyone knew anyway and he really didn’t want a party. “Also, people annoy me. You lot fucking annoy me too, for the record.”

“We don’t need to throw a party, Kaachan.” Midoriya answered, wincing at a stray pin at his hem placed by the random seamstress who looked a thousand years old. “We can do something different like a trip away or a dinner or something nice to celebrate.”

“We could do pole dancing.” Uraraka chimed, going through the bridal dresses on the rack closest to her as if it were her own wedding. “Brides do that for their hen's nights sometimes.”

“I see what they fucking wear in those classes and there is no way I’m ever dressing in short shorts.” Bakugo responded discarding the cravat and moving to absently scroll through his phone. He was almost bored with the fitting. He knew he shouldn’t be, but Kirishima had already chosen the suits for the wedding party, and he just needed to pick out his own. That was going to be the difficult part, mainly because he knew Kirishima would go over the top and he really needed to try and match. “There is no scenario where wearing those is acceptable.”

“I bet Eijiro would like it.” Uraraka hummed, moving across to the suits hanging in the next rack.

“There is only one scenario where wearing short shorts is acceptable.” He corrected after a quick think about it. “And that is only long enough for him to take them off me.”

“So let me get this straight,” Todoroki had his deep-thinking face on. “It’s not the premise of pole dancing itself that’s deterring you, it’s the shorts?”

“I’m good at most shit, why wouldn’t I be able to pole dance?” He asked as Uraraka threw approximately fifty thousand suits onto his lap. “The fuck?”

“Start trying them on.” She demanded, opening up a dressing room.

“Um, I don’t mean to be the one to point out the obvious,” Midoriya piped up, glancing down at the seamstress that was intent on punishing his ankles. It was actually low key hilarious and he was too polite to say anything. “But why haven’t you asked your mother to design your suit?”

Bakugo blinked. Blinked again. Blinked a third time and then swore loudly.

“You forgot what your mother does for a living?” Todoroki guessed looking at his guilty expression.

“She’s gonna be pissed if I ask her now.” He groaned, throwing the suits to the side and ignoring the laughter from Uraraka.

“There’s still quite a few months, that should be plenty of time.” Midoriya chirped, flinching at another pin. “I’m sorry, but could you please not keep stabbing my ankles?” The seamstress looked up and rolled her eyes causing the idiot to blush in embarrassment. Bakugo low key snickered at the thought his pinpricked ankles. He dropped his smirk just as quickly with the thought of asking his mother for something. He was going to have to butter her the hell up, but hopefully the payoff would be worth it.

~

He picked up some coffee on the way to his parent’s studio… and his mother’s favourite snack… and a baked good just for good measure. This was going to be a shit conversation considering he’d apparently been the worst kind of son ever when he’d forgotten to tell them about the engagement. They’d managed to get past the whole not informing them of the wedding fiasco, but he wasn’t sure if she even wanted to design and make a suit for him. She hadn’t mentioned it and usually she was pretty straight forward with that kind of thing. What if she didn’t want to do it? It wouldn’t be a big deal really, he would just find something else… but now he thought of it, he kind of wanted her to do it. He was probably over thinking it.

Opening the door, he glanced around and found his mother sitting at her design desk sketching something out. There was a soft lull of music in the background that she was humming along to. His father was nowhere to be found, probably out on a shoot somewhere. His mother glanced up on the closing of the door and took him in with his offerings.

“What do you want?” She asked, dropping the pencil and folding her arms at him.

“How do you know I want anything?” He snapped back, automatically defensive at his vulnerability.

“Coffee… and I’m assuming they’re spiced pork buns in that bag along with some sort of dessert.” She flipped her hand. “You’re trying to butter me up, so bring it here and spit it out.”

With an exaggerated sigh and a roll of his eyes, he trudged in and slammed the stuff down on the desk. She eagerly tucked in, biting into a third of the damn bun in one go.

“I’m getting married.” He stated, hovering over the desk and stealing himself.

“Yeah, I know.” She replied, still chewing. “No thanks to you, but we got there.”

“Well, you already know what I want.” He huffed, cheeks reddening slightly.

“You know, there are times you do actually have to fucking put want you want into words instead of throwing cryptic hints around and hoping people will connect the dots.” She told him bluntly, reaching for the coffee. Bakugo bristled, knowing he had once said something similar to Kirishima. Maybe he was just as bad… with some things at least.

“I don’t want you to say no.” He offered instead, looking at the wall.

“When have your father and I ever not given you something you asked from us?” She cocked an eyebrow in challenge. “Unless it’s completely fucking stupid, chances are you’ll get what you want because even though you’re an asshole who doesn’t tell us important details of your life, you’re our asshole kid that we raised.”

“I need a suit.” He rushed the words, refusing to look at her. “And you make shit like that.”

“Oh,” It was matter of fact. “Is that all? You didn’t need to butter me up for that.”

“No?” The breath he didn’t realise he was holding released.

“No, dumbass child.” She grinned up to him, teasing. “Now, is this just for you or am I being commandeered for two suits?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t ask him.” Since he had only just thought of it today. “We’re organising them separate because he wants to fucking get a surprise and probably get all emotional about it on the day.”

“Like you won’t.” She laughed brazenly, clearly making fun of him. “You’ll take one look at him and start crying because you’re actually a low-key sook who is one hundred percent in love. God, I never thought I’d see the day you actually got married. I owed your father a fifty.”

“Wow, that’s not fucking insulting.” He shot back sarcastically, throwing himself into the chair and ripping the baked good bag open for half of it, just as a punishment for his mother’s comment. “What, I’m too difficult to marry or some shit?”

“See, you’re a sook.” She pointed out teasingly. “I didn’t say that. It just never seemed like you were interested in any of that. You seemed content being an argumentative outcast loner. You’re marrying the first guy you ever dated and introduced to us and he is wonderful. I’m glad I lost the bet.”

“He’s… different.” A shrug left his shoulders.  “I didn’t hate him when we met so I decided to keep him.”

“Trap him, more like.” Hag.

“Fuck off, he kept coming back.” He snapped, shoving the food in his mouth. “He knows what he signed up for.”

“Sucker for punishment.” She laughed, swiping at the other half of the baked good. “Although, I can imagine that you cave into whatever he wants from you. You and I are a lot alike, kid.”

“Don’t compare me and Eijiro to you and the old guy.” He really didn’t need to know how similar they were. “I don’t need that to think about, fuck. It’ll just be a fucking intrusive thought at stupid moments.”

“Call and ask him if he wants me to do his suit.” She stated after rolling her eyes. “Then I’ll take your measurements.”

With a huff, he pulled out his phone and called his fiancé who answered on the second ring.

“Hey Kats.” Kirishima sounded distracted, so it was nice that he still actually answered the phone.

“Have you got your suit organised or do you want my mother to do it?” There was a slight pause.

“Oh… I don’t have it organised yet; I’ve been trying to decide what I want.” He stated sounding deep in thought. “Is she doing yours?”

“Yes.” He answered, glancing over to her. She was only half listening.

“Would she have time to do two?” He sounded hopeful then.

“She offered.” Bakugo told him, knowing she would probably regret it because Kirishima wore theatrical shit.

“Can I go see her tonight while you’re working?” He asked quickly, as if they would deny him the request.  

“Tell him it’s fine.” His mother hummed, even though the phone wasn’t on speaker. “I’ll make him dinner if he wants.”

“You can do whatever the hell you want.” He stated boldly. As if he would ever deny him anything. “She said stay for dinner, but if she’s making anything with a soup base, hydrate because she likes to over salt fucking everything.”

“Noted.” Kirishima chuckled as his mother threw him a filthy glare. She didn’t argue through because she knew it was true. “Okay, I have to go finish this study questionnaire but thank you and I love you.”

“Yeah. Love you too.” He mumbled before hanging up the phone. His mother shot him a teasing grin and he quickly shot her the finger. “Shut up. You say it to dad all the goddamn time.”

“I didn’t say anything.” She held up her hands in defence. “Now get your ass up onto the stool so I can get your measurements. I’ll draw something out and see if I’m on the mark and send it to you later.”

“No white unless it’s the shirt. No cream, no fucking weird assed colours.” He informed her in warning. “He’s picked some floral tie for the wedding party. It’s ugly but he loves it so don’t mention it please. They’re also in burgundy.”

“What did you pick?” She asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“The food, the venue and the date.” He shrugged. “The suits aren’t as bad as they sound. I promise.”

“I’m not going to say anything to him, Katsuki.” His mother told him way more gently than he anticipated. "It’s not my wedding for one and two, he makes you happy. That’s all that matters.”

He nodded a couple of times before letting out a breath.

“Okay, let’s get this over with.” He stated, standing up to the stool.

~~~

For the first time ever, Bakugo had made it home before Kirishima. He’d gotten the message during his shift that he was working late on an experiment and wouldn’t be home for a while. The house was weirdly silent, and he wondered how he’d ever managed to live before without the soft snores welcoming him home. The cat’s demanding meow echoed from the kitchen, apparently hungry for attention and a late-night dinner indulgence. It wasn’t like she never had food; her bowl was always full… but sometimes she liked to mix it up a bit. So, he went about feeding her something different before shuffling off to the shower. There was still no Kirishima by the time he finished which was a little disappointing because how the hell was he meant to sleep?

He looked at the bed before sighing heavily. It was fucking stupid to get disappointed about going to bed by himself, he’d been doing it for all his life up until just over a year ago. Still, it felt cold and empty and… fuck it… he was just going to wait up for him. So, he went about making some tea and a snack before settling into a stupid movie about falling in love. Not that he would ever admit that he was watching a romcom, but he was feeling lonely, sue him.

The opening of the front door woke him from the light snooze he was in. He had a discarded bowl of popcorn beside him, a blanket slipping off and the stupid romcom still playing on its second run through after having fallen asleep. Wiping the small amount of drool on his face, he sat himself up slightly to make it look like he hadn’t been half-asleep on the couch because he didn’t want to go to bed. Kirishima would be none the wiser.

“Hey baby, what are you still doing up?” Kirishima yawned, locking the door behind him and kicking off his shoes. “It’s almost two thirty.”

Bakugo shrugged, struggling to keep his eyes open and concentrated on the movie playing. Kirishima shuffled over to him, draping himself over the back of the couch to look at him. A hand went to Bakugo’s hair and pushed it back as he smiled gently. Bakguo allowed his attention to switch to his fiancé.

“Are you alright?” Kirishima asked, eyes looking tired.

“Fine.” He answered, eyes only feeling slightly gritty.

“Why are you still awake?” He obviously wasn’t going to let it go. “You didn’t wait up for me, I hope. I told you I’d be late, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, you did.” He agreed, adverting his eyes to the television which was obviously a mistake because Kirishima also looked up and cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

“Okay, now I’m really worried.” Kirishima announced, looking at the images of the stupid romcom dance across the screen. “A romcom? Are you feeling okay?” He felt his forehead for a temperature. “What’s going on?”

“Don’t be a dick.” Bakugo huffed, removing the hand and sitting himself up. Kirishima huffed a laugh. “Just couldn’t sleep.”

“Oh, why?” Kirishima asked, reaching for the remote to turn the movie off. “Something happen at work or something?”

“No.” He mumbled, stifling his own yawn. “You’re just meant to be in bed before me.”

“Huh?” It was late, so he was going to forgive the stupid question.

“How the hell do you expect me to sleep when you’re not in the fucking bed, asshole?” Okay, maybe he wasn’t going to forgive the stupid question. Kirishima blinked.

“Babe, you go to bed at like, eight o clock when you’re not working.” Kirishima pointed out, and yeah, he had a point.

“So? When I come home from work, you’re in bed and I fucking like it like that.” He snapped out without venom. “I shouldn’t have to explain the basic concepts of comfort, Eijiro.”

“Oh…” And then he was smiling… fucking beaming in the way only Kirishima knew how. “That’s so wholesome. I love that. I love you.”

“Shut up.” He sighed, gritting his teeth. “Can we just go to fucking bed, please?”

“Okay, okay.” He smiled, holding out his hand to haul him up. “I’m sorry I had to work so late. I’m trying to get things done on a timeline. There might be a few nights like this so I can marry you and honeymoon with you in peace.”

Bakugo took his hand before moving to hug his person.

“Just missed you.” He admitted, closing his eyes and getting caught in the sway. He was already exposed, so he might as well make the most of it.

“Oh.” He sounded pleasantly surprised by the notion. “I missed you too.”

“Can you hurry the hell up and shower already?” He asked, pulling back with a huff. “I wanna go to bed.”

“Go get comfy, I’ll be there soon.” He pressed a kiss to his temple with a stupid little smile. It was enough to do as he was told and tiredly meander to the bedroom with his eyes half closed. Flopping down face first, he didn’t remember falling to sleep but he must of because his fiancé was there, waking him back up. With a groan, he was half maneuvered into the covers and found himself nestled with a strong arm wrapped around him and his head on the others chest. His hand snaked up underneath the shirt Kirishima was wearing, feeling his warmth… and abs. A sense of complete security washed over him as he sighed contently against the guy he chose to spend his life with.

“I think we had a breakthrough with our research today.” Kirishima mumbled against his hair, clearly too excited by it to wait until morning.

“Tell me about it.” Yeah, he was tired, but he’d always listen to Kirishima. So, he listened as the other talked passionately about his work, all the while reveling in the warmth of the embrace.

“Ei…. You make me so fucking happy.” He murmured against his neck, gently kissing his pulse point. “Never change.”

“You’re so precious when you’re sleepy.” The comment didn’t even make him bristle… mainly because he was ninety-nine percent near sleep and that would exert too much energy. “You just make me fall in love with you all over again.”

“Hm, sleep now.” He was comfortable, warm and heavy with sleep. It was time.

“Goodnight Kats.” He felt the brush of lips against his temple as he finally drifted off.  

~~

“I don’t like that you’re not wearing a ring.” Bakugo stated the next night as he mixed a marinade sauce for his Caribbean style seafood dish he was experimenting with. He’d been deep in thought for a good half hour, only snapping out of it when Kirishima meandered into the kitchen for a snack. It was his weekend off, having trained Uraraka enough to actually not burn the place down.

“And I don’t like the fact you shot down my request of wearing nothing but an apron while you cook dinner,” His fiancé retorted quickly, reaching for the bottle of juice and uncapping it. Bakugo knew he was just going to drink it straight from the bottle like an unrefined fool. “We can’t win them all.”

“When has cooking naked ever benefitted anyone cooking with fucking oil?” He snapped out, having to go over the logical argument yet again. “You never ask when I’m cooking something that won’t spit at my goddamn dick.”

“As I keep pointing out, that is what the apron protects.” Kirishima took a long swig from the juice bottle, as predicted. “Besides, you’re talented. If anyone could protect their dick while cooking naked, it’d be you.”

“That’s not the fucking compliment you think it is.” He reproached with a hefty sigh. “Way to change the subject, by the way.”

“About me not wearing a ring?” Kirishima asked, seemingly pausing to think back on the initial conversation starter as he recapped the juice and placed it back in the fridge. Bakugo grunted an affirmation. “Okay… but I mean, one person usually misses out on an engagement ring.” Kirishima shrugged, moving to open a packet of chips and shoving a handful of them into his mouth without remorse or guilt for ruining his appetite before dinner. “I’ll have one when we’re married.”

“Don’t fucking speak with your mouth crammed full.” Bakugo turned to face him, pointing with a wooden spoon. Kirishima swallowed, discarded the chips and quickly pulled him closer by the end of the spoon, catching him by the waist with his gross, oily chip hands. As if he needed another reason not to give into the naked cooking request.

 “Don’t worry, I rarely get hit on even without a ring.” Kirishima attempted to reassure him, like that was the fucking issue. Bakugo blinked, having never considered that his better half may actually get hit on. It made sense. He was a fucking gorgeous specimen of a man with the muscles to match, why wouldn’t he get hit on? “Oh… that hadn’t even crossed your mind.”

“How do you know?” He challenged, feigning disinterest as the other kissed his forehead. “I have eyes, asshole, I know what you look like.”

“Yeah, and I also know all your expressions and faces so I know what it looks like when something has just occurred to you.” Kirishima informed him triumphantly.  

“I’m not saying it fucking bothers me because I’m worried you’re getting hit on.” He growled out, not liking the smugness of Kirishima’s tone. The smile fell from his face. “I’m not that damn insecure. I know what I bring to the table and I damn well deliver.”

“Cocky…” Kirishima hummed, capturing his lips.

“Confident.” He corrected without hesitation.

“So it doesn’t bother you at all if someone did hit on me?” Kirishima asked, frowning slightly. “I mean… I’m not a possessive or jealous guy but it bothers me when you get hit on.”

“I don’t take notice of extras.” He shrugged, manoeuvring out of his arms so he could check the meal he was slaving over. To be honest he didn’t remember the last time someone hit on him. Weather he was just oblivious or just didn’t care, that was another question. Still, he considered the question. It probably would annoy him, but he wasn’t going to give Kirishima the satisfaction of knowing that because he’d just ruined his appetite before dinner and called him cocky all within five minutes. “Don’t fucking care, they can hit on you all the fucking want, you’re marrying me. I win.”

“That’s… one way to look at it, I guess.” Kirishima hesitated, uncertain. “Do you notice when people hit on you?”

“Don’t notice, don’t care, don’t entertain it.” He stated, mixing in the sauce. “You know why?”

“Why?” Kirishima knew where it was going because Bakugo could hear the amused inflection to his voice.

He held up his finger, ring in place, right where it damn well should be.

“Because I have this. I chose you.” He admitted with nothing but aggressive honesty. “I pursued you; I asked you out, I kissed you first and I asked you to live with me. Just because you jumped on the chance and did this proposal shit first doesn’t mean I wasn’t going to do that too.”

Arms wrapped snuggly around his waist and Kirishima rested a chin on his shoulder.

“So you’re telling me it shouldn’t bother me when you get hit on because you love me so much and you only have eyes for me?” The asshole was fishing for a compliment. “I mean, it only really bothers me when they blatantly do it in front of me. It’s not your fault. It’s not like you’re ever receptive.”

“Eijiro, if I saw someone making obvious advances on you in front of me, I would deck them. Literally fucking punch them out.” He finally gave in causing Kirishima to laugh loudly in his ear. He wouldn’t really, but eh. “But that’s not the reason I bought up the ring. It’s stupid only one person gets one.”

“Well, there’s only a few more months until we get married.” Kirishima hummed, swaying them as if Bakugo wasn’t attempting to cook a delicious gourmet meal. “I don’t know if it’d even be worth getting one at this point.”

“Hm.” He wasn’t sure about that, but the other didn’t seem phased.

~

“Where have you been?” Kirishima asked when he entered the loungeroom late the following morning. “I thought we were going to go get coffee and walk romantically through the park.”

“I needed to get something.” He stated, shrugging off his coat and draping it over the back of the couch. He didn’t want to outwardly say that the ring conversation was still bothering him and that although Kirishima may not have seen a point in getting one for the remainder of their engagement, Bakugo wanted him to have one. It was the principle at this point, that and the fact that he received a call the day prior to say the one he’d ordered had come in. It wasn’t one that he’d seen in person, that’s why they had ordered it in… but he’d forgotten he’d picked something out ever since Kirishima beat him to the punch, but he had intended on asking at some point. Turned out the ring was exactly what he had in mind and he wanted his fiancé to have it.

“Something.” Kirishima looked at him expectantly as they stood in front of each other. “Very broad, very non-specific… also you have no bags. Is it a piercing? A tattoo? You haven’t decided to have an affair with someone who doesn’t ask you to cook naked?”

“Shut up and close your eyes.” Kirishima threw a suspicious look but did as he was told anyway without complaint. He pulled out the ring from his pocket before grabbing Kirishima’s left hand and sliding it on. “There. Now I’m not annoyed that you don’t have one anymore.”

Kirishima blinked his eyes open and looked at his finger in surprise.

“It… really bothered you that much that I didn’t have one?”

“Yes.” Kirishima looked like he was about to cry his fucking eyes out. Instead, he slammed their mouths together, tender and passionate all in one.

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t like people thinking you loved me more than I loved you.” He admitted, which was one hundred percent the truth.

“I doubt anyone thought that.” The redhead stated in a daze, looking down at the ring he’d commandeered this morning. “I can’t believe you went out and bought me a ring.”

“I ordered it ages ago.” He shrugged, poking him in the forehead. “You might as well have it.”

“You really were gonna ask me, huh?” Kirishima’s smile was fucking beaming. It almost lit up the house.

“Obviously.”

“I love it.” His fiancé finally landed on. “And, of course, I’ll marry you… since we already agreed to it and everything. I mean we have a date and everything.”

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Bakugo was sitting at his mother in laws café, sipping on some coffee and trying to write out his stupid vows. He’d been at it for a while and his whole head was pounding from the strain. He had to be at work in less than a damn hour and he was ready to rip out his fucking hair.

“Hi there.” A female voice that he didn’t recognise chimed from beside him. He glanced up in irritation just as some chick slid into the booth beside him. “Where’s your wife?”

Bakugo frowned before glancing down at his ring and then back to the woman.

“Not interested.” He turned back to his notes. So far he’d just managed to jot down all the shit he liked about Kirishima into a fairly long dot pointed list. He was pretty sure that wasn’t the point of vows. “Go away.”

A hand went to rest on his thigh, and he quickly gripped her wrist and removed it before turning to glare.

“Get lost.” He gritted out, definitely not in the mood for this shit. “I’m not fucking interested and you’re pissing me off.”

“Gosh, I was just trying my luck.” She cooed, holding up her hands. “Attractive man, sitting there by himself. Do you blame me for trying? You’re so tense, maybe I could help with that.”

“You don’t have near enough dick for me to be fucking interested.” He spat out at her. “And, I am getting married in two goddamn weeks. Go away.”

“Ugh.” She sighed, sliding out of the booth just as quickly as she entered it. “Why are all the hot was gay in this town?”

Bakugo pulled a face at her reaction and decided to not entertain the comment because realistically, he had bigger problems at that moment. Groaning, he went back to trying to write at least a sentence before he left.

“Hey sweetie.” Kirishima’s mother slid into the booth beside him with a sandwich. It was thoughtful and he hadn’t realised how hungry he was. “Are you still working on it?”

He groaned again in frustration before slamming his head against the table.

“I bet he didn't have this stupid problem.”

“No, but he’s a bit more of a feeling type personality.” She advised, rubbing his back. It was nice and comforting, making him feel slightly more at ease with his predicament. “He always has been extremely in touch with his emotions. That’s why I know that he will love whatever you come up with.”

“What am I then?” He asked, glancing up to her. “It’s not like I don’t love him, I don’t know why it’s so fucking hard.”

“Because you rely on your thinking to make a lot of your decisions, he relies on his heart.” She explained gently. “That doesn’t mean he loves you more than you love him, but it might mean you express it in different ways.”

Bakugo nodded once before sliding the list to her for reference. It made sense. Kirishima had always been better at the touchy, lovey side of shit.

“I can’t just dot point it out on the day.” He sighed.  She took the list and read through it, a smile forming on her face the longer she read.

“This is a very long and sweet list.” She told him gently. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with dot pointing it out if that’s what makes you feel comfortable.”

“I want something more meaningful.” He admitted, leaning back and crossing his arms.

“I am sure you will get there.” She smiled, reaching for his hand and squeezing it. “And even if you don’t, this list makes me believe you will be fine no matter what. You see him, you love him and that makes me so incredibly thankful he found you.”

Fuck, even she was better at articulating her feelings than he was. He didn’t quite know what to say to that, so he just nodded awkwardly before taking a bite of the sandwich.

~

He was lying in the middle of the fluffy mat, spread out and staring at the roof in emotional turmoil.

The vow writing hadn’t become any easier and the fucking wedding was a week or so away. He was fucked and not in the way he liked to be fucked. It was stressful and he had a perpetual headache that didn’t seem to stop.

He’d gotten out of bed an hour ago, overthinking shit before giving up and slinking to the floor in resignation, stress at its peak.

“Why aren’t you coming back to bed?” Kirishima asked, shuffling into the lounge room with his hair a mess and a tired looking expression. “You’ve been out here for over an hour.”

“You fucking deserve better than me.” He huffed, fixated on the spot in the roof he’d found a while back.

“… Because?” Kirishima dragged out the word as a question, looking down at him in confusion, blocking his view of the roof.

Bakugo let out a tsk before rubbing his face in frustration. His whole chest felt tight with sorrow. He didn’t mean to let the tears forth, but it was deep into the depths of the night, and he was both tired and overwhelmed. Always a good combination.

Kirishima frowned in concern, making himself comfortable in a seated position just above his head.

“You’ve been super stressed all week, so spit it out and tell me what’s wrong before I get worried.”

“What do you mean, I’ve been stressed all week?” He shot back, trying to settle for a glare and failing. “How do you know?”

“Because I live with you and I kind of love you, so I occasionally pick up on these things.” Kirishima explained lightly, only a little amused. He gently touched his face, thumb tracing an eyebrow. “So… what’s wrong?”

“I CAN’T WRITE MY FUCKING VOWS!” He yelled, hauling himself into a sitting position and burying his face into his knees. He didn’t need to see the others face because he didn’t know if he could bear to see the disappointment there. “If I can’t write them for you, then there’s something fucking wrong with me.”

A hand pressed to his shoulder and squeezed tightly in reassurance.

“You don’t have to write anything,” Kirishima’s voice was in his ear, gently coaxing him to relax. “Just say ‘I do’ and tell me you love me, and it’ll be more than enough.”

“But then you’re going to fucking do some big flowy speech and it’ll make me look like I didn’t even fucking bother.” He growled out, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “All I have is a dot point list of shit I love about you, and I can’t even put it into a coherent spiel.”

“You wrote out a whole list?” Kirishima asked, sounding surprised and taking the opportunity to reposition himself, wrapping his arms around him from behind and placing his chin on his shoulder. “How many dot points are we talking?”

“I don’t fucking know,” He huffed, automatically slumping backwards against the redhead’s chest. “Like five pages.”

“Why are you so worried about it?” Kirishima asked him curiously, fingers absently tracing his side. “I don’t care what you tell me, I am marrying you because I love you and you clearly love me… I mean you have five pages of why you do… which is really nice to hear… but I also know you struggle expressing that sort of stuff in front of other people. That’s probably why you’re overthinking it. We can just do the pre-written ceremony ones if you want. I can read mine to you in private after.”

It was an easy solution but not one Kirishima would really want. He would do it to make him feel better, but his fiancé deserved more than that.

“No.” He grit his teeth, full of determination after being given an out. He wasn’t a damn quitter. “I’ll write my own. I’ll fucking make it the most fucking romantic declaration ever.”

“Whatever you’re comfortable with.” Kirishima stated, kissing his neck gently. “There’s nothing you could say that wouldn’t make it special. Well, except for dumping me, but I don’t think that’s going to happen.”

“No, I don’t think I could go back to drinking shit coffee if I did that.” He mused causing the other to bark a short laugh in his ear.

“You make me feel so special.” The redhead joked, seemingly relaxed against him too.

“Just telling you the truth.”

“You’re good like that.” Kirishima hummed in response.

“It’s a week away.” Bakugo broke the silence after a minute of just sitting there. Kirishima’s forehead was now rest on his shoulder and his eyes closed, embracing the moment. “Do you think it’ll be different after?”

“Nah.” Kirishima admitted with a content little sigh. “It’ll just be you and me, living our best lives together.”

“We should do regular holidays.” He mumbled, closing his heavy eyes, finally able to relax himself slightly. “More hiking too. I fucking love hiking.”

“Okay.” Kirishima agreed, arms squeezing slightly. “Anything you want.”

Another long pause followed as they let the thoughts of sleep closer.

“Why do you love me?” He had never really thought much into it until he’d written the list. It was a loaded question, he knew it, but even still he wanted to know. He knew Kirishima loved him; he didn’t know why. Surely, he could have had anyone he wanted, and he chose him. There had to be a reason.

“I haven’t had a chance to write out my list, Kats.” The redhead chuckled slowly.

“The main reason, then.” He pressed as one of Kirishima’s hands went to his, finger tracing his ring.  

“Because you’re my best friend.” He told him, voice low and sleepy. “Because you make me feel safe and secure. Because you accept me for who I am. Because you make me laugh. Because you trust me to love you. Because when we kiss, the whole world stops existing around us. There’s not just one thing, Katsuki. I love everything about you. I love who you are. Your passions, your manliness … you inspire me all the time.”

“Maybe I should get you to write my damn vows.” He huffed out, satisfied with the answer.

“Maybe you should tell me why you love me and get some ideas out?” Now he was fishing, still he was too fucking tired to care.

“You have fucking golden retriever energy. You dress like fucking chaos incarnate and you are confident about it. You’re patient and put up with a lot of my awkward intimacy bullshit. You just make shit feel okay and you’re so fucking kind.” He paused for a second. “And, your smile.”

“My smile?”

“Yeah.” He admitted. “Everything’s okay when you smile.”

“I think you’ll be fine writing out your vows.” Kirishima cleared his throat, sounding a little emotional.

“What if I… swear by accident or something?”

“I don’t care,” Kirishima pulled his face around to press their lips together. “I will love whatever you say.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” He smiled, kissing his nose. “So, stop stressing about it tonight and come back to bed.”

“Okay.” He conceded, allowing Kirishima to help him up. He’d worry about it at a more appropriate hour. Now was the hour for fucking snuggles.

~

“Who the hell says they have to be romantic?” Kaminari asked, reading through his Kirishima love list. Nobody had asked him to, he'd snatched it from its obvious position on the table after Bakugo had begrudgingly mentioned his difficulties. He definitely wasn't asking for help. 

Sure, he’d met Bakugo for lunch on his request and sure he was kicking back in some brightly coloured scrubs and sure he was drinking a bubble tea and judging the shit out of him, but it wasn’t as if he straight out handed the damn list to him. This was his last fucking resort for help, and he was going to the best friend, pride be damned.

“Ei might be all sappy and romantic but he’s marrying you and there’s no way he expects the same.”

“Fuck you, I can be romantic.” He growled, sipping his own drink aggressively.

“You’re trying too hard.” He advised, ignoring his retort as he flipped the page and huffed a laugh. “Like ‘when he sleepily brushes his fucking teeth’. You don’t need to put that in your vows. It’s not the stuff you like about them, it’s the promises you’re going to make and the commitment you’re offering.”

“You know a lot about this shit considering you suck at dating.” He threw out in defense. Kaminari blatantly laughed in his face though didn't rebut the comment.

“Yeah, because you were doing so well before you met Ei.” Fuck, he had a point.

“God I hate you.” He growled without conviction.

“And yet here we are, lunching like friends because you suck at writing your feelings down.” Kaminari grinned widely, crossing his legs like the sassy bitch he was. “You know what your problem is?”

“You’re going to fucking tell me anyway.” He rolled his eyes.

“Damn straight I am!” Kaminari told him, taking a long swig of his tea. “You think you’re shit at this which is weird because you think you’re great at everything. Stop thinking you have to say something perfect to prove you love him just because people will be watching. What you have to do is treat it like a competition.”

“Hah?” The confusion was real.

“You’re a competitive guy… get competitive with writing your vows.” He shrugged. “You don’t want Ei to outdo you right? You need to at least tie with your declarations, otherwise it would just be embarrassing.”

“That’s fucking stupid.” But fuck if it didn’t trigger something primal within him. He hated that the words started flowing in his head at the suggestion. Not that he was going to admit it to Kaminari. He didn’t need the level of smugness that would follow.

He had the vows written out an hour later, putting him in a much better mood. Now he could finally focus on the excitement of getting married to the person he loved.

Walking into work that night, he ignored the knowing look Shinso gave him. Stupid fucking morons in relationships that shared shit.

“Don’t.” He held up his hand as he walked past, shutting down the imminent conversation. “I have it sorted.”

“I’m just offering to help with sentence structure considering you helped me so much with… well you know.” Shinso said it with such deadpanned honesty that Bakugo couldn’t help but snort.

“Like I’m gonna trust you, the guy who didn’t even know he was dating someone, to help me write out my fucking vows.” It had to be a joke. “Besides, I’m not an idiot. I know how to form a sentence. I topped every fucking class in high school.”

“Well, I like to think I can read people pretty well…” Shinso continued. “The offer is there if you get stuck. Emotions aren’t my strong suit, so I can tell you if they sound stupid without remorse.”

“They aren’t going to sound stupid!” He half yelled, only minorly worried they would indeed sound stupid. “Shut up or you won’t be invited.”

“But that would just be cruel considering Denki asked if I could and the request was approved.” Like that was the only reason he had been invited but Bakugo didn’t want to tell him he would have been on the list regardless. That would feed his ego too much.

He was about to retort when his phone went off. He wasn’t sure he wanted to answer but it got him away from whatever the hell this conversation was, so he made a gesture of it to which Shinso rolled his eyes and walked away.

“What?” He hadn’t looked at who was calling but there were only like, four people who ever called him so he was pretty safe from an awkward greeting in return.

“Katsuki, I am forever blaming you for putting me in a position where I have to make this godforsaken suit!” His mothers voice echoed down the phone, and he couldn’t help but frown.

“You said you finished mine two weeks ago.” He pointed out, trudging into his office.

“Not yours, Eijiro’s.” Oh, that made more sense. “It’s so intricate and extravagant.”

“Hey, you offered to do that.” Bakugo stated defensively. “That’s on you.”

“I need you to distract him this week, so he won’t ask for any more changes!” She cried. It was odd hearing her stressed so he knew it must have been a big job. “It’s five days away and I’m cutting it fine.”

“I know it’s five fucking days away, he’s turned into fucking groomzilla.” It was true. After he’d had his breakdown four days ago about the vow writing, Kirishima had decided it was his turn to stress. He’d been calling everyone with last minute changes and double checking everything was perfect. Bakugo had even caught him yelling at the florist because they’d asked if a different shade of the same flower would work because they couldn’t get the original colour in. The florist had since refused to talk to him, choosing only to deal with Bakugo so that was saying something. Kirishima had been staying up late working too, which seemed to send him into a tired mess. It had been a challenge coaxing him away from it all, even when he tried seducing him.

“We’re off from tomorrow.” He sighed heavily. “And I have shit planned for his birthday, you should be fine.”

“Well, he’s calling me right now.” She groaned, sounding so fucking done. “I can’t do it; I’m going to fucking end it.”

“Stop being so dramatic.” He rolled his eyes. He’d clearly gotten his attitude from somewhere. “I will take care of it. Give me five minutes.”

“Fine.” She hummed, sounding much happier now she’d gotten her complaints out. “I have to go finish this; I’ll hopefully see you with the remains of my bloodied fingers in two days.” And then she hung up. With a long pause and a deep breath, he called his fiancé.

“Hey, your mothers not answering her calls and I think my buttons might be wrong.” It struck him just how stressed the redhead sounded in that moment. He wasn’t even coming up for air. “Everything keeps going wrong. I’m trying to make this day amazing, and no-one can do their jobs! Not that your mother is doing anything wrong, that’s me making changes, but everyone else is-.”

“Do I need to come home?” He asked, cutting him off. Kirishima paused, not quite understanding the tone.

“Uh, no?”

“You’re stressed and demanding shit from people.” He pointed out. “I’ll come home and help or talk through it or whatever the hell you want if that’s what you need but you’re driving people nuts and over small, insignificant shit.”

“I’m not that bad, am I?” Kirishima asked, seemingly checking his behaviour.

“The florist refuses to talk to you and you’re stressing out the hag.” He explained as gently as he could. He didn’t want Kirishima to feel like shit, particularly if it was just stress related.

“Your mother?” He queried. “Why?”

“Stop making changes to the fucking suit.” He told him without sugar-coating it. “It won’t be ready in time if you make any more changes.”

“So… your mother is not answering her calls on purpose?” Kirishima guessed, nutting it out slowly. “Is she upset with me?”

“No, but unless you want to marry me in a half-done suit then I’d stop making changes.” He admitted. “It’ll be perfect so stop stressing about it. Everything is organised, so it’s time to chill the fuck out, okay? Flowers? Buttons? That shit isn’t why we’re doing this.”

“Okay Yeah. You’re right.” He sounded defeated and exhausted. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Bakugo determined easily. He was just a stressed guy that wanted shit to be perfect. He got it. Planning a wedding had never been Bakugo’s dream but Kirishima had thought about it. He had thought about it in his sickest days, fantasising about a future that he didn’t know he’d ever get. There was no way he’d ever not support that. He was getting his dream wedding and Kirishima had chosen him to do that with. “It’ll be perfect Ei, don’t worry. I’ll make fucking sure of it.”

“You’re what makes it perfect.” And shit, that hit him right in the chest. “I just wanted to look perfect to you.”

“You always fucking look perfect to me.” He admitted truthfully.

“Even when I wear clothes you think are ugly and mismatched?” Kirishima asked with only a mild hint of amusement in his voice. “You don’t find it embarrassing?”

“You’re confident and happy when you wear that crap.” Bakugo pointed out. “So yeah, even then because I love the shit out of you. Doesn’t matter what you wear.”

“Okay, I’ll stop changing it. I’ll let the florist be. It’s not her fault.” Kirishima told him gently. “I decided just in this moment to give myself an extra day’s holiday and finish up work too. Don’t come home, I’ll find something to distract myself with.”

“Good, go annoy your idiot friends or something.” He encouraged. “Socialise, have fun … all of that sort of crap.”

“Yeah, I might.” Kirishima agreed. “I’ll see you when you get home. Love you.”

“Love you, too.” Crisis adverted. 

When he finally made it home, Kirishima was sitting in the middle of the bed, notebook in front of him, pen in one hand and phone in the other. He had his tongue stuck out in deliberate concentration and a little frown line between his eyebrows. He was so deep in thought that he’d not even noticed Bakugo walk in.

“You look like you’re gonna pop a fucking aneurysm.” Kirishima startled and jumped at the words, eyes landing on him in surprise.

“Jeez, clear your throat or something next time!”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Bakugo asked, undoing his jacket and tossing it aside. “When have I ever been quiet? I slammed the door and stomped all the way in here.”

“That is a point.” Kirishima frowned in consideration. “Maybe I’m just used to it now. I’ve adapted to your noise.”

“What are you doing?” Bakugo asked, cocking an eye at the notepad. “Writing the florist a death note?”

Kirishima attempted a feeble glare before giving up and chuckling.

“No, I realised while I was over at Denki’s that we forgot music.” Kirishima bit his bottom lip before shaking his head. Bakugo was the one frowning then, attempting to think back to their plans. Fuck. They’d forgotten the fucking music. Who the hell forgets to organize music? “So, I’m trying to put together a playlist for the reception, but also… we need music for the actual ceremony too.”

“Well fuck.” Bakugo couldn’t help but laugh at the notion. Kirishima’s eyes quirked up in amusement at the reaction. “Give me five minutes to shower and then I’ll help.” He grabbed his fiancé and slammed a kiss to his lips.

He quickly sorted himself out, returning to the bedroom fresh and ready to add his two cents worth to the music suggestions. Grabbing the notepad, he skimmed the list Kirishima had already made, throwing himself onto his side of the bed.  

“What the hell is this list?” He asked, squinting at it in confusion. “I’ve never fucking heard of these songs.”

“You just don’t pay attention.” Kirishima told him, pinching the list back and pointing to a song. “Because this song was playing on the movie that was on when we kissed for the first time.”

“Yeah, because that’s what I should have been paying attention to.” Bakugo huffed, snatching up his phone to open the music app. “The background noise.”

“And this one,” Kirishima continued blatantly ignoring the sarcasm. “Was playing softly in the restaurant when we agreed to go on a date.”

“Again, was kind of fucking distracted.” He admitted, glancing up to him. “Do you just write these all down when this shit happens?”

“I add them to a play list and listened to them on repeat because I was excited and I really, really liked you and wanted to remember it all.” Kirishima admitted sheepishly. “Sometimes I just listen to the playlist because I feel sentimental and like to remember how much I love you.”

“Play me the list then.” He demanded, ignoring how hard his heart pounded at the cute as fuck sentiment. “Because all I remember focusing on was you.”

“Because I’m so good looking?” Well, he wasn’t wrong.

“Hm.” He smirked, grabbing Kirishima by the collar and slamming their lips together. “Actually, put on a random playlist.” He murmured against his lips. “It’s ten minutes until your birthday and I’d like for you to start it off buried deep in me. We can add whatever song plays to our list.”

“So romantic.” The idiot grinned, fumbling for his phone as he went for another kiss. Bakugo would probably pay no attention to the song because as per usual, his attention would likely be elsewhere. He liked that Kirishima kept track of them all though. It gave all their milestones a soundtrack and that was pretty damn special.

~

He’d gotten up early to make breakfast, deciding to give into Kirishima’s requests while doing so. It was his birthday after all. He made sure everything was in order and ready to go prior to beginning. It felt weird as hell prepping food in just an apron, but he was sure it would be worth it when he got the other up. He was definitely going to delay making the bacon until after though, it was just too aggressive with its oil spits and he did not trust it that close to such a prized appendage.

“Ei, get your ass up!” He yelled, whisking the eggs… he wondered if it was possible to whisk them seductively and then he decided he didn’t care because he was naked and that was seductive enough. From the other room, he heard Kirishima get up, yawn and shuffle to the bathroom. He sure liked taking his damn time when Bakugo was out here doing something nice for him. After what felt like a thousand minutes whisking the eggs to death, the redhead finally walked out, sleepily rubbing an eye before placing his glasses on. It really did something to the said prized appendage watching him.

“It’s my birthday, shouldn’t I get to decide when I wake… oh.” Yeah, oh was right. His pupils dilated as his face broke a very pleased looking grin. “Please tell me there’s nothing under that apron.”

“What do you think?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow before stepping away from the bench to engage in a slow turn.

“What about the bacon oil spit?” Kirishima asked, eyes hungrily taking him in.

“I’m not trying to be a killjoy, but I’m not going near the goddamn bacon until I’m wearing pants.”

“Fine.” Kirishima laughed, moving into the kitchen. He pulled him in, planting a kiss on his lips as his hands explored the open back of the apron. It didn’t take him long to discover just how prepared he was for this treat, making it easy to take his share as soon as he wanted. “I heard you were in the mood for sausage anyway.”

“Never say that again.” He warned, allowing the other to push him back into the bench… away from the hotplate. Even though it wasn’t on, he didn’t want to risk rocking any stupid injuries on their wedding day.

“I think you should turn around and whisk the eggs for me.” As if they hadn’t already been whisked to the fucking brink of death and back. Still, following the order was worth it because as soon as he did, he was very distractingly being handled in the best way possible. Maybe he should have done this sooner.

They ended up making a fucking mess. The bowl of eggs was knocked over. Flour, that had been measured out for pancakes, somehow ended coating them both. Plates were knocked to the floor. It looked like absolute fucking carnage, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t amazing. With shaky legs, he attempted to move to start the clean-up, failing spectacularly as soon as he tried to stand.

“Babe…” Kirishima stated through attempts to reclaim his breath. He looked around the kitchen and over to him with a grin. “Maybe we should go out for breakfast.”

“Oh, thank fuck.” Bakugo sighed in relief, leaning into the cupboard for support, apron oddly skewed around him. “Legs are too fucking shaky to stand there cooking bacon.”

“You are my literal fantasy.” The redhead admitted, kissing the back of his hand. “Thank you for a great start to my birthday.”

“I’m serious,” Bakugo pushed. “You’re probably going to have to carry my ass to the shower.”

“It’ll just be good practice for when I carry you over the threshold, as is newlywed tradition.” Kirishima teased, hauling himself up and holding out his hand.

“Why are you carrying me over the damn threshold?” Bakugo pouted, snatching his hand and allowing himself to be pulled up. His legs still felt like jelly but at least holding onto Kirishima allowed for some stability.

“I thought we’d just take turns honestly.” Kirishima admitted, taking his weight as they moved. “Make it fair. We’ll probably spend the first five minutes of our marriage stepping over the threshold so we both get a turn.”

“That’s stupid.” He admitted with a shake of his head. “I’m carrying you first.”

“You just said it was stupid!” Kirishima protested at the words.

“So?” He shot back, not budging on the stance. “I can still shotgun carrying you first with it being stupid.”

“It’s my birthday though.”

“Yeah and it’ll be over by the time I carry you first.” He stated stubbornly. “I’m willing to die on this fucking hill.”

“Fine, but I’m leading on our first dance.” Damn fucking damn it.

“Whatever. Didn’t want to lead anyway.” It was a blatant lie and they both knew it. Kirishima laughed in triumph which was actually worth the concede. He hoped he would laugh freely like that forever.

~~

“You have to.” Kamianri was insisting, turning to Midoriya for help like they'd listen to his annoying voice of reason. The wedding party had come over unannounced the afternoon before the wedding to tell them they had to split for the night for ‘good luck’.

Bakugo didn’t buy into it for a second. There was no fucking way it was happening; luck could go fuck itself. They didn’t need goddamn luck when they knew what they had.

“No.” It was a complete sentence, and he wasn’t going to budge. Kirishima was sitting on the couch beside him, looking a little lost with what to do. Peer pressure usually worked on him a little better than it did Bakugo. 

“But, it’s tradition.” The green haired idiot tried to reason and utterly failed in his attempt at convincing him. “It’s a big day tomorrow and we all have to start getting ready early.”

“Then I will get up and go where I fucking have to go when it’s time.” He retorted boldly.

“What is your reservation?” Todoroki decided to have a crack. He was thankful Uraraka was still working tonight. He didn’t think he could deal with that pushy energy, even if she meant well. Besides, Mina and Sero were more than fucking enough to make up for it. 

“The fucking reservation is that those stupid traditions mean shit to me, and also I don’t want to.” He explained irritably. “I sleep next to him every goddamn night so unless you want me to look shit at my wedding from lack of sleep because you fuckers forced me away from him, then you’ll back the fuck off.”

“But what about reflecting on your last night of singledom?” Mina cried, latching onto Kaminari and shaking him like he was the one to say no.

“Don’t know if you idiots realise,” Bakugo crossed his arms in defiance. “But we’re not single so that makes that whole argument obsolete.”

“Ei?” Kaminari tried, setting his begging eyes onto him as a last resort. Kirishima looked between them all uncomfortably. Bakugo hadn’t actually considered he might have wanted to separate for the night. He’d do it if he really wanted to, although it would be begrudgingly and somewhat embarrassing after digging his heels in for saying no without even consulting him.

“I think we’re just going to stay here.” Kirishima stated steadily. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do but I want to sleep in my own bed with my partner the night before we get married. I don’t really believe in the bad luck premise of it either. I think it’s more important to feel comfortable and relaxed.”

“Ugh, fine.” Kaminari conceded, throwing his hands up into the air. “We’ll just have to combine the nights. We’re doing a barbeque.” Bakugo scowled but didn’t say a word as Kirishima’s eyes lit up and the grin spread across his face. At least Midoriya could fucking cook for them.

~

He awoke at six am at the alarm he’d set and cursed into the darkness. He didn’t really understand why he had to be up so early since the wedding wasn’t until the afternoon, but he had to do what he was told, and it was on the schedule Kirishima had given him.

Kirishima had gone an hour earlier to his mother's house and Bakugo’s own parents promised to be there by seven to do whatever family bonding shit they needed to do before getting ready.

The rest of the idiots were rocking up at ten because realistically, it took five minutes to put on a fucking suit. Well, unless you were Kirishima. He was sure, judging from his mothers’ complaints, his soon to be husband would have to be dressed by a ménage of servants from the eighteen hundreds.

Groaning at the hour, he rolled out of bed to shower before the onslaught of people appeared. It was probably going to be the last moment of peace until tonight and he was going to revel in it.

“Are you nervous?” His father asked sometime later, sipping the coffee that had been provided to them by Kirishima’s mother when his parents had dropped the other's suit off. Bakugo was thankful for the gesture because Kirishima usually made the coffee, and he would probably have died without it.

“Why the hell would I be nervous?” As he said the words, he realised how true they were. He had no fears, no concerns, no anxiety. He felt calm, like he was doing exactly what he was meant to be doing. There was nothing to be nervous about when it came to marrying the redhead.

“It’s a big event within your life.” He shrugged. “Standing up in front of your friends and family and declaring your love for someone is massive.”

“It will be the easiest thing I do in my life.” Bakugo countered gently, glancing over to the suit his mother was steaming out by the door. “I’ve got nothing to be nervous about, not with him.”

“Good god Katsuki.” His mother was looking over to him with a face of incredulousness. “Save being sentimental for your vows, you’re creeping me out.”

“Fuck off, grandma!” He shouted back, only to be saved from an unidentified flying object as the wedding party burst through the door without knocking.

“Let’s get this party started!” Uraraka yelled, bustling into the house, throwing her suit over the back of the chair. His green headed idiot friend was saying hello to his parents and formally introducing Todoroki to them. It took Bakugo a second to realise they hadn’t met him yet. Uraraka quickly hugged him without any sort of permission before skipping to the kitchen. “Breakfast! How do we feel about French toast?”

The rest of the morning went by in a blur and he was soon dressed in his suit. It was a simple black notch lapel tux, complimented with a white shirt, black vest and tie. He hated to admit how good it looked though it shouldn’t have surprised him with how talented his mother was with that sort of stuff. As he looked in the mirror, the reality of it all finally hit him. A sense of excitement and wonder stared back in his reflection.

“Wow!” Midoriya came up beside him, looking him over and wiping a single bit of lint off his shoulder. “You look great!”

“I know that, nerd.” He smirked, glancing at himself again.

“It’s time to go,” He smiled back. “Are you ready to go get married?”

“Fuck yes.” He nodded. He was more than ready.

The love of his fucking life was waiting at the end of the aisle dressed in a black jacket with fucking coattails, a white vest and button up shirt with a silky cravat to match. Bakugo was pretty sure the redhead was the only one he knew who could actually pull off a cravat. The buttons on the vest and jacket were an intricate work of art that would have painstakingly taken ages to place. The vest looked silky and smooth save the minor floral outline. All he needed was a top hat and a cane to finish the look, although that would have ruined the straightened hair swept into a ponytail, held in place by a white silk string. Kirishima looked like a lord had stepped straight off a canvas and fuck was it beautiful.  The suit was nothing short of immaculate and fit him in all the right places. It was certainly dramatic and a little over the top, but it was so Kirishima, and the image was fucking beautiful. 

Everything and everyone faded away bar his soon-to-be husband. Their eyes met as if they were captivated by one another. This was their day. This was for them.

Kirishima grabbed his hand as soon as they were within reaching distance, a bright smile taking over his features. Who needed light when you had such radiance? Bakugo felt his throat tighten with emotion just looking at him.

“You look amazing!” Kirishima beamed, looking him over. “I mean, you always do, but wow!”

“You’re wearing a fucking cravat.” Was what he managed to throw out in response before shaking his head clear. “Shit, I like it. I like it a lot.” Kirishima chuckled, squeezing his hand gently.

“Ready to get married?” Kirishima asked gently, eyes never leaving his.

“So fucking ready.”

Bakugo was vaguely aware of the room full of people watching them, just like he was vaguely aware of the wedding party standing beside them. Mostly his attention was focused on the man in front of him, looking at him with eyes so full of love and devotion it almost made him giddy. He was prompted to say his vows first which kind of threw him, even though he had agreed to the order during their planning. It was a whirlwind of emotion, that was for sure.

Clearing his throat, he removed his hands from Kirishima’s and pulled out the page that held his promises.

“I struggled writing these vows out.” A strong start. “Not because I don’t fucking love you, because I have a long assed list of all the goddamn reasons I do, but because these words are meant to be promises to you. So, here goes…

Eijiro, I fucking love you. I love that you purposely choose the ugliest outfit to wear because bright colours make you feel confident.

I love that you’re funny and kind and so fucking smart.

I love that you made yourself strong and fought with every bit of you to be here.

I love your fucking sunshine smile.

Most of all, I love that you chose my restaurant to painstakingly eat at every week for your shit assed dates.

I chose you. I will always fucking choose you.

So my promises… I will always feed you as long as you make the coffee.

I will always kiss you hello or goodbye, even when we fight.  

I will help you with your stupid hair dye, even though it fucks up our towels.

I will look after you when you’re sick or if shit goes wrong.

I will always fight for the things that make you happy. Always.

The main thing though, is that I will always love you because you’re my goddamn person and I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you.” He looked up to meet Kirishima's gaze and saw the raw joyous emotion through his expression and let out a relieved breath for not fucking it up. 

“I’m not sure I can beat that.” Kirishima laughed through his tears of joy. “They were perfect, I had no idea what you were worried about.”

“You’ll probably beat that.” He admitted, wiping a tear off of Kirishima’s cheek with his thumb. The redhead swallowed and took a breath to calm himself, pulling out his own vows on the prompt.

“Katsuki, when I decided I was ready to invite love into my life, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. After being sick for so long, I was lonely and wanted someone to share my life with. I didn’t want my existence and all that pain to be worth nothing. I started dressing more confidently and even changed my hair colour to reflect the person I felt like on the inside. When I started dating, it was a disaster, but it’s what lead me to you.

You saved me, physically from terrible dates, but also emotionally. You made me feel less alone. You battled my demons with me. You made me a priority and loved me unconditionally.

You made me feel like I was worthy of the love I set out to find. I found that love and so much more.

You are one of the kindest people I have ever met, even when you put up your walls and act like you’re not. You are strong, fierce, passionate and determined and just… beautiful to look at… which is just an added bonus.

I am so in love with you that I lose my breath sometimes. My heart beats right out of my chest looking at you and I feel so insanely blessed that you chose to love me too.

I am always going to love you. I am yours in this life and the next and every other life beyond what we know.

And I’m totally crying right now, but you are too which makes me feel better about myself… but I promise Kats, we are going to have the best life. I’d say meeting you was the luckiest day of my life, but we’re here getting married today so maybe that just makes me the luckiest person alive. I love you. God, I love you. Now and for forever.”

“Goddamn it, why are you crying?” Bakugo choked out, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “Fuck. Stop or I’ll keep doing it and it’ll be fucking wet when we kiss.” Kirishima laughed, pulling out some tissues from a hidden pocket in his coat. He promptly handed one to him. It was like his mother knew all the emotional bullshit would happen and had prepared. He also noted that she put it in Kirishima’s suit… probably to save his pride. Thank fuck for that.

“Can’t help it, they’re happy tears.” The redhead offered, wiping his own cheeks. They looked at each other, grinning like stupid, emotional idiots, forgetting the rest of the world existed. “God, I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

“Yes you did, you’re the fucking romantic.” He sniffed, grabbing for his soon to be husband. Kirishima didn’t deny the statement as their hands linked back together, glancing to the celebrant to continue to the next step.

“It’s time for the rings.” Now it was getting real. Everything felt like a daydream up until this point, now there would be some real, tangible evidence of their union. Something that felt concrete.

His stupid best man hustled the rings out of his top pocket with efficiency and ease, as if he had practiced the movement a thousand times over. He probably had. Nerd.

They each recited the words given to them, placing the rings on each other’s fingers without a single fuck up. That was a win really.

And then it was time to seal all the promises they had just made. The kiss was soft, slow and tender. It was full of the day’s emotions. Full of love and rawness that made him feel exposed in the best sort of way. All he wanted to do was sink into his husband, wrap his arms around him and let himself be vulnerable… but weddings weren’t like that. There was a lot of weird social construct that wasn’t actually for their benefit.

All too soon, the kiss was done, and Kirishima was dragging him by the hand down the aisle as people cheered and clapped. He was a little dazed, but they were on a strict timeline for photos and shit that suddenly didn’t seem so important.

The wedding party followed behind them, as well as their parents. Photos were being snapped and it was honestly overwhelming as the congratulations poured in.

“Do you mind getting some shots of the wedding party?” Kirishima was suddenly asking the photographer, giving a squeeze of Bakugo’s hand. “We just need a minute to recollect ourselves.”

“Sure thing!” She chirped enthusiastically, launching into directing everyone for the shots. Kirishima quickly dragged him around the corner, out of sight.

“Come here.” The redhead tugged him closer, wrapping him in a hug that felt safe. “Didn’t feel like we had enough time to let the emotions settle.”

“I’ll fucking say.” He breathed in the other, settled his arms around his waist, his cheek resting against his shoulder. He smelled nice.

“It’s going to be a whirlwind as soon as we step back, so if you need a minute like this, you tell me, okay?” How the fuck did he know him so well?

“Only if you do the same.” He shot back, pulling away just enough to look at him.

“Deal.” His husband smiled at him before allowing their lips to touch. “Okay, I love you, but we need to go get these photos done and then we can eat.”

“Eight more hours before we can leave.” He sighed heavily, running his hands down the front of the others suit. “Seems fucked that we have to sit through all of this when all I want to do is get you out of this damn suit.”

“How about this.” The redhead held him by the shoulders and squeezed gently. “We do the photos and on our way to the reception we get a little handsy in the back seat?”

“The driver will love that.” He deadpanned and Kirishima laughed delightedly.

“Babe, there’s a privacy divider in the car with tinted windows AND” Kirishima seemed much too enthusiastic. “I have already paid him to take his sweet assed time getting there. Twenty minutes was the agreed-on time, specifically for this reason.” Considering it was three minutes down the road, he couldn’t argue that.

“Hand jobs mid wedding?”

“Exactly.”

“I knew there was a fucking reason I married you.” He allowed himself to grin, suddenly re-energised. “Alright, let’s get this shit done.”

~

“And what exactly took you so long?” Kaminari asked, hands on his hips as he greeted them by the car. “We all could have walked here faster than the time it took you guys to get here.”

“Do you want the truthful answer or the one that doesn’t involve my hands being down my husband’s pants?” Kirishima asked with a cheeky looking smile.

“Did he at least have his hands down your pants too?” The blonde asked, inspecting them both. “Ah, your zip is undone. I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Damn fucking right, I did.” Bakugo stated proudly.

“Alright, well you’re late and they’re waiting to serve the food.” Kaminari told them, ushering them inside. Only five more hours until it was socially acceptable to leave your own wedding.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do a first fucking dance.” Bakugo groaned as Kirishima dragged him to the dance floor a while later. The food had been delicious and the speeches had gone smoothly and now he was counting down the minutes until they could be alone. “I don’t even like dancing.”

“You’ll like it with me.” Kirishima promised, hands moving to his waist, taking the lead as promised. He tried to ignore all the people looking on and judging their dancing skills... and probably their song choice. He actually had no idea which song Kirishima had chosen for the occasion but when the song started playing, he recognized it as the one that had apparently been playing through their first kiss.

He somehow wound up with his arms wrapped around him, his head resting on Kirishima’s chest and his eyes closed. He didn’t want to open them; afraid the tears would be back. This was his person. They had chosen each other. They had fallen in love. Bakugo didn’t think anyone would be able to love him like this. It wasn’t something he had ever considered until he met Kirishima. It made him feel particularly sentimental. 

“The song is over, Kats.” His husband whispered into his ear, still holding him tight. “We can keep going if you want though.”

“Not ready to let go yet.” He admitted, moving to kiss his neck gently.

“Is it because you’re about to cry again?” Fuck, it must have been in his voice.

“Fuck you, I can’t help it.” He shot back quickly. “You keep doing and saying shit that makes me all feely and you know I suck at processing those bullshit emotions.”

“What’s getting you choked up at the moment?”

“I have a fucking husband and you love me even though I’m not sure I deserve it.”

“You deserve everything.” The other whispered, kissing his temple. And he couldn’t help but believe the words as they swayed further into wedded bliss.

“Come on Brat.” His mother held out her hand to him. He blinked at it and then her, causing her to roll her eyes. “Eijiro is dancing with his mother.”

“Doesn’t mean we have to do it.” He pointed out to which she glared a little.

“So help me, if you don’t get your ass up and onto the fucking dance floor Katsuki, I will lose my shit.” Okay, so that did mean they had to do it then.

“Fucking fine.” He gave in, standing up and taking her hand, allowing the weirdness to roll over him. Sure, he loved her. Sure, they hugged occasionally. Sure, she gave him sound advice and put up with all of his shit, but he never expected her to want to dance with him at his wedding. Kirishima beamed at them, spinning his own delighted looking mother around.

“You don’t even like dancing.” He accused as they did an awkward looking dance.

“Neither do you.” She shot back and he couldn’t help but agree.

“So why the hell do you want to dance with me?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Because my only child got married today and I am proud of him.” She told him boldly, like it was an argument she was going to win. “Call it sentimental bullshit Katsuki, but I am allowed to dance with my son on his wedding day. I’m allowed to have a special moment like this, so shut the fuck up and dance with me.”

“I love you, Ma.” He gave her the stupid moment. Made it special or whatever. She snorted a small laugh.

“I said make it special, not weird.” She teased gently. “I love you too, kid.”

~

“This room is huge.” Kirishima beamed, stepping through to their suite for the night. The wedding had finally come to a finish and they’d walked out hand in hand, tired as hell but happy. It had been perfect. Kirishima has babbled the whole cab ride about how perfect it had been, so it must have been true. They were flying out the following day for the honeymoon and decided to splurge a little on a romantic bedroom for the night because newlyweds were supposed to be all in love and shit. Which they were, but it was nice to get away and after his parents offered to take the cat for their time away, that left no responsibilities at home. “They even put rose petals on the bed! I like that. Maybe we should do that at home.”

“No, because you wouldn’t clean them up and it’d be left to me.” He shot back sternly, pulling his tie free and undoing the first couple of buttons. Fucking freedom at its finest. Kirishima zoned into his neck then, clearing the space between them in two strides.

“Hello husband.” His lips brushed against his Adam’s apple before nipping at his jaw. “Want to consummate this marriage on a bed of roses?” Hands trailed down his waist, ready to work their magic.

“Fuck yes.”

They took it slow, savouring each and every moment, sinking further into each other. They were connected and in love. This was what life was meant to be.

Bakugo was sure they could each die with no regrets, but they had a lot of living to do between now and then. This was just the start of their amazing life together.

~~~

A hand linked with his on the table and gave a reassuring squeeze.

They found themselves at a couples cooking class somewhere on the Italian coast. Bakugo had wanted to learn how to master some great Italian recipes to take home with him and Kirishima was all for tagging along and eating what he made. They were a great duo but also more competitive than the other couples that attended. So far, it had been a pretty amazing honeymoon.

“We’re going to kick ass.” Kirishima beamed at him. “I’m on the best team. How many other people are actually chefs?”

“They’re all extras.” He agreed, letting go of his hand and picking up the knife, ready to go to town on the tomatoes in front of him. “I’ll make the best fucking sauce they’ve ever tasted.”

“It’ll be…” Kirishima didn’t finish the sentence, choosing to press his lips to his instead. In the back of his mind the true meaning hit him, and he couldn’t help but smile into it.

It’ll be *chefs kiss*.