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Sometimes I think about bk+tddk hero ing as a group and something terrible happening

• Miss Me Too •

Cw//krbk with side tddk, just aggressive angst tbh, major injury and discussion of death, but no real mcd, happy ending

/This is how I die/

Katsuki's mind screamed as he lay painfully still, his eyes heavy and his arms cold and numb. He could hear the muffled sounds of the idiots who had taken the mission with him. He could imagine the stupid way Midoriya's eyes looked filled with tears as he stumbled close.

"It's gonna be okay Shouto." Izuku sobbed, Katsuki could see him barely from the corner of his eye, hunched over in the debris, "I'm here, just keep your eyes open okay?"

/Oh./ Bakugo's thoughts fell silent, a ringing in his ears making the world seem terribly Small. Izuku wouldn't cry over him like a child, because Shouto was there, his /husband/ was hurt, and for the first time in a while Katsuki was reminded he wasn't always first. And the cold he felt before zipped through him and out his throat, a cry of pain he'd fought off Even as he felt the world give way beneath his feet. Even if they all died, Izuku and Shoto would be /together/. They would hold each other until the air grew too heavy for their lungs but Katsuki knew Eijirou wouldn't have time to watch the news. His plane would touch down and Bakugo wouldn't be there. Wouldn't wrap him in his arms and soothe his boyfriend as he cried about being gone for so long. The pain that filled Bakugo's lungs was suddenly much larger than before. Because if he died here, Kirishima wouldn't Know until later. And his chest flipped uncomfortably at the thought. Eijirou would find the ring Katsuki had hidden in desk of his agecy office when they cleared out his things. His heart squeezed with guilt at the thought of Kirishima drowning in grief.

/What if he throws it away/

/What if he hates me for not asking sooner/

/What if he thinks I didn't love him enough/

Katsuki was spiraling, his heart squeezing and his already tired lungs heaving shaky breaths. His head was dizzy with panic and pain.

"I love you Izuku." Katsuki heard the gravel tone of the bastard who always claimed they were best friends, and he felt sick.

"I love you too, Sho. We'll be okay, I promise."

/What about me?/

/What about me/

Katsuki was crying he realized, a warm tear filling his ear as it slid down his face. He couldn't tell if he was still screaming, the ringing in his ears there again.

/I'm sorry Eijirou./

Kirishima would stumble into their apartment, confused as to why Bakugo wasn't there. Pinky or Soy Sauce, or Dunce, probably all three would be a mess inside, they'd sneak in with the spare key Eijirou insisted they keep for emergencies. And Katsuki knew that Kirishima would know then. He'd drop all his things to the floor and would cry, ugly and abandoned. Because Bakugo didn't get out of the way, because Izuku and him had been arguing about if the building was empty or not, because Shouto could only push one person aside and it was always going to be Midoriya.

/I'm so sorry/

And it was overwhelming how badly Katsuki wanted to apologize to Eijirou. For not kissing him before he raced out of the house the morning of Kirishima's flight, because he wanted the lumbering redhead to sleep in for as long as he could. He wanted to apologize for not Answering the phone just a few hours ago. He wanted to apologize for all the times he'd snapped with cruel words he'd never meant but wanted to see a reaction bigger than his own so he said them anyway. He wanted to apologize for the all the things he'd ever done to make Eijirou cry. And now he lay heavy with his guilt. Heavy with the feeling of being alone as the world becomes nothing more than a fond memory. And somewhere in the mix of his guilt and sorrow he's bitter. Bitter that Izuku is with his lover, bitter that Shouto pushed Midoriya out of harms way, bitter that Kirishima is going to be left behind, bitter because he only had a little picture of him and his boyfriend tucked in the pocket of his tattered uniform, and in no world would that ever be enough. But it didn't matter now.

"KACHAN?" Izuku shouted, and Bakugo realized he was lower than they were, there was no way the nerd could see him while he perched protectively over Shouto, "Can you hear me? You stopped screaming, please don't die."

If Bakugo could suck enough air into his lungs he would laugh. But instead he continued to lay quietly, forcing what little oxygen he could through his nose. He didn't call out again, just soft murmurs meant for his lover. And Katsuki was bitter about that too.

Bitter that as a fleeting thought Izuku had called for him, but made no move to try again even when he was met with only silence.

/Forgive me Eijirou./

Bakugo laid there for what felt like hours before he was too tired to force his chest to raise.

/I'll miss you/

/Will you miss me too?/

He'd closed his eyes against the harsh sunlight, but they sprung open with the sound of his own phone ringing brokenly just out of reach. The cracked screen showing just enough for him to know it was Eijirou.

/I'm sorry/

He thought as he strained to Move even his finger tips.

/Don't hate me/

In the moment, he was vulnerable and alone. His complex shattering like glass leaving him bare to the world, he wanted nothing more than to be loved, to be held one last time.

/I'm sorry/

"Is he okay?" The voice sounded like it had been drug through mud and held under water, Bakugo couldn't recognize it.

"He will be." Another chimed, this one brighter and more recognizable, and his heart fluttered weakly.

"Heh, think he hears us?" That one was more annoying Teasing almost, "His heart rate picked up when Ei talked, how cute."

/Eijirou/

/Eijirou Eijirou Eiji-/

"Shit, what's happening?" The annoying voice from before pitched in a way that could be nothing but scared.

"Help, someone help." The voice bright as bells was soured With tears. A pressure was wrapped around him somewhere- his arm? He wondered briefly.

"Tsuki, please be okay." The bells chimed again, closer this time.

/Only Eijirou can call me that/

/Where is Eijirou?/

"I'm here, Tsuki I'm here." The brightness from before was gone and Katsuki would do anything to get it back.

/Eijirou/

"Eijirou." Katsuki felt the word rip from his lips, wet and painful, "Ei-"

"I'm here, baby I'm here." Kirishima was beside him, wrapped up in comfy clothes that no longer belonged to either of them but instead were passed Between them like letters between school aged crushes. His eyes were tired, ringed with purple and his lips chewed up and bruised with worry. But he was there and Katsuki was alive.

"I'm sorry." Bakugo sobbed out, the pressure in his chest swelling until it exploded outwards "For what love?" Kirishima hummed softly, shaking hands running fingers through tangled strands of spun gold.

"I'm so sorry." Katsuki couldn't offer anything else, struggling to make peace with the guilt that raced through him.

"I forgive you." Eijirou whispered, placing a dry and chapped kiss to the corner of Katsuki's shaking lips, "I'll always forgive you."

They'd been here before. Bakugo stuck in all the things he'd done, the crushing feeling of he would never make any of it up to anyone.

"Is he awake?" Shouto's gravelly voice filled the room and his bandaged body appeared in the dorm frame just above Kirishima's sunken frame. The red head still bent over to be as close as possible.

"Shhh." Mina and Kaminari hissed from where they held on to either side of Sero in the far corner, bright eyes swollen with tears.

"Yeah, I'm up bastard." Katsuki grumbled voice raw from crying, "You and the nerd fine?"

"Yeah. We're okay Katsuki. "

"Good."

Eventually they left Katsuki alone, just Eijirou slumped in a cheap hospital chair he'd scooted impossibly close. The comfy looking recliner abandoned for proximity and touch. His face pressed into the scratchy cotton sheets and Katsuki's hand slowly playing with his limp Strands of hair.

"I thought you were dead." Kirishima said finally, his voice muffled against the thin mattress.

"Me too." Bakugo mused, his eyes trained on the tension in Eijirou's shoulders, "Guess we were both wrong."

"I was so scared." Kirishima shook suddenly with all the tears he'd held back for their friends.

"I'm sorry." Bakugo whispered, "I'm so sorry I hurt you."

"I missed you so much."

"I missed you too, Eijirou." Somewhere in the back of his mind all Katsuki could feel was Relief. He'd been so worried before, about how Eijirou would feel, and in some sick way he was relieved he'd be missed, was missed.

"I slept in your office for days before I was allowed to see you." Kirishima admitted quietly, one of the hands that hand been gripping Bakugo's Flimsy blankets retreating to his pockets.

"Shit." Bakugo hissed between clenched teeth, this wasn't what he'd planned. They weren't supposed to be here.

"I didn't mean to snoop, just wanted to find the pictures you always hide in there." Eijirou whispered, blood shot Tired eyes finally meeting Bakugo's for the first time since they'd been alone.

"I'm sorry." Kirishima mused, dropping the little velvet box on the bed, "It's for me, right."

Bakugo hated the subtle doubt that hid in Eijirou's face as he spoke.

"Course it's for you dumbass."

"It's very pretty."

"Don't see you wearing it." Katsuki was pouting, his heart squeezing oddly and he wanted to cry over the fact he hadn't been able to propose like he wanted to.

"Wanted you to ask me first." Eijirou smiled softly, it was tired just like the rest of him, but sickeningly soft.

"Right now?" Bakugo grumbled, his free hand moving to thumb the soft fabric of the box.

"Please, I'll never know when I could lose you, and I don't want to waist time." Kirishima was crying even though he was still smiling, "I just-"

"It's okay." Katsuki laughed softly, squeezing the hand theys laced together his free hand popping the box open, "Kirishima Eijirou, will you marry me?"

"Yes."

They'd kissed hundreds of thousands of times but this was different. Kirishima's face was snotty and wet with tears as he crawled into Katsuki's bed and connected their lips.

"I love you." Eijirou breathed when they pulled apart.

"I love you too."

Kirishima tucked his head beneath Bakugo's chin and fell asleep easily for the first time in weeks. His body melted again st Katsuki's and he felt whole, as he squeezed his fiancé closer. They would be okay, this would pass, and they would face the world again. /Together/.

-fin

#bnha fandom #bnha fanfiction #kiribaku #bakushima #kaminari denki #sero hanta #mina ashido #shoto todoroki #midoriya izuku #tododeku #pro hero au

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geesecannotlove · 2 years

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A little thing I'm working on over on my twitter <3

•Vainglory•

Cw// single dad Kiri, happy ending, angst, mentioned character death, foul language, slow burn (?? Mayhaps??)

"You'll be good today right?" Kirishima whispered to the little girl perched on one of the mismatched bar stools. Soft black hair pulled back away from her freckled face and gappy smile.

"Yeah dad." She hummed picking at the fried egg laid atop a piece of toast that was a smokey kind of burnt around the edges.

"I'll be home late, but the neighbors said you could go there if you have trouble getting to bed. Okay?" They'd done this same dance everyday for the last few months that Eijirou had found work at the fine dining kitchen.

"I know dad. Go already, you're going to be late."

"You're right, you're right. Don't you dare miss the school bus again, you hear me?" His cherry red eyes burned bright against the duller shade of his daughter's own, met with a wall of stubborness only his child could possibly hold, a wall that refused to go down.

"Yes dad." She snapped back, her yoke covered fork held out in a mock threat, "It was an accident, now go."

They sat in a tense silence for a moment longer before Kirishima shook his head in silent laughter. Folding the crisp white apron and shoving it into his sack. Black gingham pants sharp against the swell of his muscles and the white shirt stained slightly where his long ruby hair had rested for too long, and no amount of bleach had erased its tracks.

"Alright, I love you Kiko, bye." Eijirou sighed, a calloused hand settling on her wavy ebony locks, before hurrying out the door.

"Bye." Kiko hummed, pushing him away and already sliding from the bar stool, scraping the burnt toast and undercooked egg into the trash. She scrambled atop the counter and pulled a chipped bowl from the cupboards and filled it with the sugary cereal her dad saved for Saturday mornings when her favourite cartoons were playing. She had a habit of sneaking into the supply early, claiming with a sickeningly sweet smile that she hadn't. One Kirishima stood no chance of arguing against.

The air was heavy as Kirishima raced to work. The watch ticking away on his wrist waking proof that he'd taken too long getting around this morning.

"I'm sorry man," Eijirou called as he quickly clambered off his bike and hid it behind the dumpsters in the alley behind the restaurant, "Kiko was slow waking up this morning and I lost track of time."

"It's okay Kirishima, just get inside already." Mina Ashido, the owner of Pinky, a single Michelin star restaurant tucked away in their busy downtown streets.

"It won't happen again I promise. I'll just set my alarm for 4 instead of 5." Eijirou continued, picking at a piece of lint that clung to his otherwise crisp uniform.

"You're working too hard Eiji, babe." Ashido laughed humorously, her brown eyes so pale they shone yellow in the early morning light, her pink dyed eyebrows pinched in genuine concern.

"It's just me and Kiko." Kirishima whispered, "I have to do all this for her, so she can go to school."

"That's what you say, but maybe you should just settle down with someone, let them help share the load." It wasn't new, the bubbly owner was invested in his sob story from the very beginning. When he showed up at the back doors of the restaurant, riffling through their trash with a painful look in his eyes and big fat tears that burned brighter than a dying star as they raced down his sunken cheeks. He'd started as a busboy, but his infectious smile was hard to ignore when he was genuinely curious about the things going on around him.

"I don't need anyone but Kiko." Eijirou said stiffly, shaking Mina from her nostalgic thoughts. She held a pale cigarette between pink painted lips, and smiled as Eijirou continued to ramble mostly to himself before slipping inside. Tugging his apron free from his bag and attempting to smooth out the wrinkles that had formed during the ride across town.

"You're late." Sero hummed softly, his easy smile calming as he chopped fresh onions into small bits, his eyes clear of the tears that always bubbled up over Eijirou's candy red eyes when he was given the task.

"Kiko." Kirishima offered as an explanation with a shrug, pushing back his ruby red hair in twin braids, the top of his head covered up by a white bandana to hide the black roots that grew like weeds in the garden he'd perfectly painted on a blank canvas.

"No worries, full service today, get on with cleaning the fish." Sero nodded, careful eyes taking in the overworked man who'd barely started his day.

"Yes chef." Eijirou pulled his knives free of the cubby they lived in most days and got to work sharpening his favourite blades.

The soft /chink/ sound filled the white and chrome industrial kitchen, interrupted but the sturdy sound of Sero's knife on the counter below. They hummed a tuneless song, bouncing between mumbling words neither of them knew but content to share the space. Nodding in passive greetings as the other chefs began to filter inside.

Mina's bubbling laughter cut through the melody they'd made of food and soft sounds. Her clog like shoes heavy against the tile of the kitchen floors. She was ethereal flushed with the spring morning, a soft blush high on her cheeks as she bellowed in joy next to a humorless man.

"Sero, I'd like you to meet Bakugo, he and I were good friends when we worked together under Aizawa sensei before he got an offer from Toshinori." Her well worn hands clapped the taller blond man on the shoulders and she laughed again, "Until now I thought he was /dead/."

Sero offered a chuckle at the joking conversation he clearly had no way of understanding. Kirishima stilled his hands, the scales of the massive fish before him still mostly attached as candy red eyes trailed over the intruder, he'd come unwelcome into the space he'd carved out for himself. His presence nearly suffocating as everyone stared in silent awe. Bakugo stood with his shoulders pushed back and a mean sneer on his face. Soft hair of spun gold fell like a halo around sharp features, and eyes of blood and fire glared at the people bustling through the kitchen, sneaking glances when they could. Katsuki spared Sero a longer glance before he continued his observation.

"And that there is Eijirou Kirishima. Babe look this way." Mina snapped her fingers to draw attention to herself even though Eijirou had already been watching from the corners of his eyes. Kirishima raised his head, meeting the burning brimstone hues with his own syrupy red.

"/The runaway then?/" Kirishima hummed in perfected English, his lips curled in a sugary smile as he glanced at Ashido's amused expression. Anyone who followed fine dining knew of the blond man who dropped off the face of the earth when All Might's Eatery lost their third Michelin Star.

"/I didn't run away from shit./" Bakugo snapped, his eyes narrowing in a challenging glare, "Get back to work."

"Oi, don't boss around my cooks." Sero warned his knife slick with onion juice pointed in the direction of the snickering owner and the blond, "Kiri, full service remember."

"Yes chef, sorry chef."

"Katsuki, you've upset my kitchen." Mina pouted without any real sincerity, "Come on let's talk in the dining room. Sero, bring us out something good."

"Yes ma'am." Hanta nodded curtly, a slew of orders flowed from his wide mouth to the other faceless cooks around him, perfect copies of one another. Gingham pants and heads angled down unless spoken to directly.

"Man, he looked so manly, even if he was a jerk." Kirishima hissed beneath his breath as he slid closer to Sero, running his hands under hot water until they felt tingly with warmth.

"You're ridiculous. He's ugly as fuck." Hanta said blankly, "Clean all the fish?"

"These ones." Eijirou shrugged, already setting the ready fish into the fridge, and pulling out the second tray, "Did you see his jawline? A devil, Sero."

"Whatever Kiri." Sero slid his onions into the large metal tub, "You're helping with appetizers tonight, sauce if Yo falls behind."

"Hell yeah." Kirishima pumped his fists lightly in the air, a pointy smile gracing his features.

"Glad you're excited." Sero laughed, adding the smallest of garnishes to the two plates that had been slid in front of him but a pale woman with a long face.

"I never get to do sauces." Eijirou continued, pouncing on the tips of his toes as his fingers worked swiftly.

"Well here's your chance, do good and you can try it yourself on a slow night." Sero said with an easy smile, "Take these out for me."

Sero slid the finished plates into Kirishima's line of sight as he focused on the large fish before him.

"Man, that's so unfair." Kirishima pouted, knocking his hip against the lankier man's, "I still have fish to clean."

"Kirishima." Hanta warned lightly, his smile a little strained.

"Yes chef." Eijirou blushed, "Sorry chef."

Eijirou had struggled with the formalities of the kitchen and occasionally he still did. Hanta was lenient as far as most things go, he'd watched Kirishima come a long way. And it was nearly impossible to stay mad at the scarlet haired man, they way he smiled over the smallest of things, and how he boasted about his daughter and her stubbornness. Eijirou hastily undid his apron and tied it so it only covered his waist and legs, leaving the crisp white of his uniform shirt on full display. He ran his hands under hot soapy water and elegantly stepped out of the kitchen, hot plates balanced in his large palms. Mina and Bakugo were speaking in hushed tones over half full champagne glasses.

"Ah Eiji babe." Mina hummed when her piercing eyes fell against him, she had a wicked smile that split her face, the bubbly alcohol already sludging through her veins.

"Your food Ms. Ashido and Mr. Bakugo." He said stiffly with the arrogance that was expected of Pinky's wait staff, but his eyes sparkled with curiosity and a charming smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"You cook this?" Katsuki barked, eyes glaring as they flickered between the red head and the elegantly placed plate, "Pinky hasn't stopped bragging since I sat the fuck down."

"No sir. Just on prep this morning." Eijirou said with a small nod and smile, he'd never heard anyone refer to Mina as Pinky. When he'd asked about the name of her restaurant she'd simply smiled and shook her head, 'long story' she'd claimed, "Can I get you both anything else?"

"Another bottle of champagne." Ashido sang a soft blush on her face as she knocked over the already empty bottle.

"Sorry Mina, but you're running front of house and we open for lunch in a few hours, you probably shouldn't." Kirishima whispered loudly, his shoulders tense and eyes worried.

"Fine, then go back and help Sero." Ashido grumbled, "See he keeps me on track, good to have around." She added confidently to her counterpart.

"Whatever." Katsuki dismissed the redhead with a wave of his hand, finally reaching to pull the hot bowl closer to himself and frown at its contents. Eijirou took his leave with a nod of his head and a smile at Mina's praise. His cheeks warm with the thought he'd done well enough for Ashido to brag.

"Where've you been anyway Katsuki? We were all worried about you." Mina whispered, suddenly more serious than before as she broke the yoke of the perfectly fried egg on her plate. Allowing it to run down everything below it.

"Getting better. I'm going to get my third star, and prove to that bastard that he should've never fired me and that I-"

"He's dead, Katsuki." Ashido cut him off sharply, "Yagi died a few years ago."

"/What?/" Bakugo looked as if the world had opened up and swallowed him whole. His flickering between a crestfallen child and a mean snarl of a caged animal.

"We all tried to get ahold of you, but you can just be so proud of yourself Bakugo. What did you think when everyone you cut off was suddenly trying to reach you?" Mina snapped, her playful attitude from before replaced by something completely new, an old bitter hurt that she couldn't swallow down anymore, "You left. It's been years, Katsuki. He was an old fucking man, what did you expect?"

"I changed all my contact information." Bakugo grumbled, rubbing at burning eyes, "Shit."

"Fucking obviously, and left the country too. Didn't even think to take any of us with you, did you?" Ashido smiled, all melted edges, the kind of anger that made everything slow down and a hurt that burned through her limbs, "Did you even think about us out there, what it could've been if you used your fucking words?"

"It wasn't like that." Bakugo hissed, "I had to get better, I /am/ better, and I don't care if he's dead." He choked around the words tumbling from his mouth, "I'll still prove it to everyone, especially that good for nothing nerd."

"Midoriya has his third star." Mina said coolly finishing off the last of her bubbling drink even though it was bitter with nostalgia and the relief she'd felt when she first locked eyes with the fire of Katsuki's own, was replaced with the sour memories of what he'd done.

"Shit." Bakugo sighed, his head tilting back until he glared at the light fixture above them, it's lights still turned off as the restaurant gathered itself for service, "Fuck me, I really missed it all didn't I?"

"Yep. You asshole. But it doesn't matter, you'll get yours and it'll be even again, and this time, don't leave us all wondering about you okay? I'm going grey beneath all this." Ashido hummed, fluffing her curly pink hair.

"Sure raccoon eyes." Katsuki sighed, a bitter feeling of regret tugging at his mind. Something he never really knew how to deal with.

"So, what's the plan then? You wash up 10 years later talking a big game so you must have one." Ashido smiled deviously, her face cradled in her nimbly laced fingers.

"Like I'd tell you." Bakugo scoffed, "But if you're going to be so nosey, I heard that half and half bastard is losing more money than he makes."

"So you're going to, what, swoop in and save the day? You should leave him out of your schemes, he doesn't deserve that." Mina's nose pinched, "You hurt him Bakugou."

"He'll be fine." Katsuki laughed, a sour sound void of any real joy, "Tell me about that dummy, Kirishima, he seemed to know what he was doing. I'm trying to work up a competent line up."

"Trying to steal my young staff?" Mina gasped in sickly sweet astonishment, her lips stretched in that playful smile once again.

"Not all of them, you can keep that plain faced dork."

"Hey, you be nice!" Ashido kicked him beneath the table, "Sero is an amazing and handsome chef and I would never let you have him anyway."

"Never said his name." Bakugo grunted, cruel and mean, white teeth flashing, the curved bar of a smiley piercing obstructing the view, "Pretty rude to think of your staff that way."

"Shut up." Mina snapped, pinching her nose, amber eyes glaring across the table.

"You gonna tell me about him or not." A statement more than a question, his words toeing the line of boredom and interest, the smile slipping away for business.

"Hired him on as part of cleaning and waiting." Mina shrugged, "But he's so damn charismatic when he asked if he could learn in the kitchen, couldn't tell him no. He's a big fish in a little pond right now, no room for him to get any better without losing some of my already established workers."

"Sounds like you /want/ me to take him." Katsuki sneered, slumping against his chair pushing away his hardly touched bowl, "I don't have time to teach some extra the ropes. I have a star to win."

"Your loss Katsuki. He's got a lotta drive, it's refreshing you know? I'd hate to see him stuck like this forever."

"Yeah well not my problem." Katsuki sneered, it pulled at his face like it always had but there the similarities to before began to fade. He was different, though Mina knew they'd all changed, some more than others. Two metal studs pierced through the dimples of his cheeks, making his already cruel smile, fearsome. His arms marked by tattoos that Toshinori would have frowned at and his eyes colder than Mina remembered. The determination however never aged, it brought a glow to his features and power behind his steps. He became untouchable, a /god/.

"You're something else Bakugo. See yourself out." Mina stacked the plates and snapped her fingers at the nearest server. Head bowed and stance non confrontational they swept away all the evidence that anyone had ever even glanced at the place setting.

"Good luck Pinky, with tonight's service."

"Thank you." Mina smiled softly, she wasn't dressed for the evening yet and she looked almost out of place. Dressed in shorts too short for formal occasions, her restaurant's name written in curly script across the arse and a shirt too big on her shoulders. Time had been less than kind to her. Curly pink hair pulled away from her face showed the lines that stress and constant smiles had etched into her skin. But she was still beautiful in a shockingly ethereal way, and it settled a bitter feeling at the pit of Katsuki's stomach, maybe if things had gone differently there could have been something more between them. But he'd turned and ran at the first sight of the rapture. His world was crumbling and he made certain he was the only one to get away.

"Don't be a stranger okay?"

"Sure." Bakugo barked an ugly laugh as he slipped back into the kitchen. Sero's onyx eyes followed the Michelin Chef, a careful curiosity clear on his face.

"Meet me here at 12:30 two days from now, don't be late." Katsuki hissed into Eijirou's ear as he slammed down a napkin he'd written on, the soft cotton had torn where he'd pushed too hard and the script radiated the same anger Bakugo did.

"Me?" Kirishima asked blankly, pointing to himself in astonishment.

"No your mother, keep up shitty hair."

"It's Eijirou Kirishima."

"Tch whatever." Katsuki shrugged, "Just don't be late, /Kirishima/."

Katsuki left a deafening silence in his wake. All the other line chefs turned to watch the interaction, Eijirou, a /no one/ argued against a legend of his own creation. And the aftermath of their collusion was soul shaking. Kirishima released a slow and steady breath once Katsuki had stalked out of the kitchen doors. A sharp whistle echoed from where Hanta had shattered the trance, a childish smile splitting his face.

"You've got guts Kiri." Sero hummed, "He's a real big shot in this world, probably shouldn't keep him waiting, it could be a big deal."

"He's an asshole." Eijirou pouted, "My hair isn't shitty, overgrown. But not shitty."

"Your hair looks fine Kirishima." Another one of the line kicks smiled as they walked by, arms full of prepped ingredients to start making sauces.

"Thank you." He huffed, pulling his apron on fully once again before pulling out his own metal trays of food to finish preparing.

"Well where does he want to meet, I don't give a fuck if you're going, just tell me." Hanta and all his childlike wonder came on at the oddest of times. His cooled ember eyes would light up and shimmer with life.

Eijirou grumbled beneath his breath, stomping to his cubby and pulling out his phone. Distracted workers crowding around him, holding their breaths simply waiting for the grand location the award winning chef had picked out. They'd all seen the expensive swirled ink on his skin and others had peaked at the nice motorbike that purred loudly outside.

"It's a fast food joint." Kirishima wheezed, holding back some twisted amusement that built up inside him, "What an asshole, he probably would just stand me up."

"That's so lame." Sero sighed, the tired professionalism creeping back into his posture, "Back to work everyone."

The kitchen easily slipped back into the steady push and pull. Their forces lead by the lanky man who bounced around offering critiques as he went and garnishing the fine white plates before sliding them into the window.

"Service." His voice had grown thick with gravel as the night drew on, a towel thrown across his shoulder, staining the starchy fabric with whatever he'd wiped away most recently, "Make sure you're talking, know what ticket you're on."

"Yes, chef." A chorus sang back.

"This is too salty," Sero hissed, sliding the next plate he was handed to the far end of the counter, "Kirishima, I need you on sauce. Shindo get the fuck out if you can't handle it. We don't have time for mistakes like this. Trash it all Kirishima and start again."

Hanta's mellow attitude was replaced by a presence that demanded respect and cooperation during service. His brows furrowed in an angry expression that never really suited his features.

"Yes chef." Eijirou sang back quickly, falling into step where Yo had left off. The other man stormed out into the alley, a lit cigarette already between his lips before he shoved open the heavy doors.

They were only two hours into the night and the kitchen was rolling with tension and Kirishima could feel eyes heavy on his neck. He of all people had somehow caught the attention of /the Katsuki Bakugo/. The night continued to drag on clipped words and lingering glances everywhere Eijirou turned but when the night came to a close, Sero wrapped him in a bone crushing hug.

"Don't forget about us, okay?"

"I'm not going anywhere," Kirishima pouted, squeezing back just as hard, "I've got so much to repay you and Mina for."

"You should talk to him, it could be a huge opportunity." Hanta said, reluctant to let the other go, Sero was much taller his head resting easily on top Eijirou's own.

"He won't be there." Kirishima groaned pushing away, his face screwed up in frustration.

Sero looked at him for a long time then, the kitchen was closing down around them and Mina was picking at food that wasn't up to standard to be sent out, her red lipstick painting the glass she drank out of. An odd look that Kirishima couldn't place flashed across his midnight eyes.

"Yeah, alright, just maybe check it out and we can drink over it later. You better head home, pack up some of that for Kiko and you." Hanta said, tilting his head in the direction of piled up perfectly good meals.

"Thanks man." Eijirou chirped happily, scrapping what he could into a borrowed container and hiding it away in his bag.

"Want a ride home?" Mina asked with a smile pulling at the edges of her eyes.

"No it's okay. Good night guys!"

"Good night."

Hanta leaned heavily against the counter by Mina's side, his arms crossed. A heavy sigh deflating all the tension that had built up in him.

"Bakugo gave Kirishima and address and time to meet him, what's that all about?"

"Surely you put that together already, doll." Ashido winked before she continued to pick at the left overs.

"Is it for real, Mina?" Sero pushed back his hair, running a hand over the top to smooth it, "Because Kirishima doesn't need to be yanked around by some asshole, I can find him more work here."

"It's real babes. And I think it'll be good for them both."

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