#denim Kaminari

[kingkatsuki]

— lush

It’s no secret to Bakugou that his friends think you’re hot, but he’s never allowed them to act on it before. Until they catch him using a remote controlled vibrator on you—

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader, implied Sero Hanta x f!reader, Kaminari Denki x f!reader, Kirishima Eijirou x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, toys, Bakugou let’s the guys control your lush vibe, dub-con (consent isn’t explicitly stated so could potentially be seen as non-con), long distance, sexting, public setting, nudes, squirting, dirty talk, the guys talk pure filth about you.

Word Count: 3.6k.

Bakugou did not want to be here, and frankly he wouldn’t have turned up at all if it hadn’t been for you. Especially when he knew what was waiting at home for him— you kissed him at the door with a promise to wait up for him when he returned home. Knowing that you’d more than likely fall asleep on the couch by the time he stepped back into the apartment, having to scoop you up into his arms and walk you into your bedroom.

This night out for Sero’s birthday had been planned weeks in advance, and rather than unwinding with him after your long day at work you practically forced him into the shower— alone no less, and made him get ready for drinks at a popular bar in central Musutafu.

Taking a sip of his cold beer as his friends talked animatedly around him in the plush booth, catching up with each other after a few weeks apart. Gathering as Pro-Heroes wasn’t as easy as his days back at U.A. Conflicting work schedules meant that it became near impossible to find the same days, or even evenings off as each other. So this was something to be savoured. Or at least, that’s what you told him as you watched him get ready. Sitting on your shared bed wearing one of his old Dynamight agency shirts and a pair of shorts while he pulled a plain black shirt out of his closet to wear tonight.

Nothing had annoyed Bakugou more than leaving you alone in your apartment to be here, the taste of your gloss still lingering on his lips as he thought about being home with you instead.

You’d made it abundantly clear what your plans were going to be tonight, pulling the little pink toy he’d bought for you out of your magic drawer (as he called it) and settling yourself on your shared bed.

“You put that in I ain’t goin’ at all, sweetheart.” He groaned, leaning against the doorframe as you shook your head with a laugh.

“You’re going,” You reached up to squeeze his cheeks together into a pout, the rough stubble on his face tickling your fingers as you pulled him down into a kiss, “I just need something after the day I’ve had. I’m probably gonna take a bath and wait for you to get home.”

“Then I’m at least controlling that shit.” He growled, pulling his cellphone out of his jeans pocket, “Give me access now.”

Maybe he’d be able to have one more drink before excusing himself early so he could get home to you and sink himself into your warm, wet cunt.

And god, you would be so fucking wet. You’d be soaked from the way his thumb continued to absentmindedly draw patterns against his phone screen. The pink cursor ascended for a few moments before dragging it back down. Picturing how you looked right now with the little toy stuffed inside your pretty pussy as you writhed on top of tussled sheets all because of him.

You[8.59PM]: Kats, stop teasing and let me cum :(((

The notification banner signaled at the top of the screen, causing Bakugou to grin. He’d been teasing you for the last hour with the toy, knowing that the settings he was using weren’t quite enough to have you coming undone for him. But just enough to have you riled up and begging for more—

Bakugou[9.00PM]: You’re the one that wanted to play these games, sweetheart.

You[9.01PM]: Yeah, but I wanna cum :((

The words had Bakugou’s cock throbbing in his pants, pressing against the rough denim as he tried to mask a groan through a tickly cough. Pressing the back of his hand to his lips as he typed another response to you.

Bakugou[9.02PM]: I promise I’ll take good care of you when I get home, baby.

You[9.05PM]: Turn it up a little please, baby? I need it.

With that text you’d sent an attachment. He’d been hiding the screen of his phone beneath the table all evening to avoid any prying eyes or accusatory questions, but this made him shield the screen from any unsuspecting gazes. A photograph of you staring up into the camera with needy eyes, your glossy lips curled into a cute pout as you pulled your shirt— his shirt, above your chest as the fabric bunched together to reveal your perfect breasts.

God, you were so fucking perfect.

Bakugou decided to take pity on you, his fingers pulling the circle up the screen to increase the vibrations. His free hand reaching forward to grab his bottle as he downed the rest of its contents. Determined this would be his last drink before excusing himself to come home to you, not that he’d have to think of any particular reason.

“Work still trying to contact you, bro? It’s gone nine.” Sero asked, leaning his forearms against the table.

“You have been on the phone a lot, is everything okay?” Kirishima looked concerned.

“He’s probably texting his girlfriend,” Denki practically sang.

“Shut up, idiot. Everything’s fine.”

Slipping his phone back into his pocket as he stood from the booth, smoothing his hands down the black denim on his thighs as he made a beeline towards the bar.

“It’s your round yeah, Kats?” Kirishima called after him, the sound drowned out by the loud bustle of the bar as Bakugou leaned against it waiting to be served. He could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket, knowing that it was texts from you. But he didn’t want to unlock it to read them now, not when anyone could look over his shoulder and catch a glimpse at what was his.

Forgoing a tray as he held the neck of the beer bottles between his knuckles as he carried them back towards the booth to a cheer and raised arms from Denki. Sharing them out as he resumed his seat and wrapped a palm around the cold base of the bottle, distracted as he pulled his phone out to finally respond to you.

You[9.21PM]: I can’t cum with this, baby. It’s driving me crazy.

You[9.23PM]: You are the biggest tease I swear, Kats. My clit is throbbing :(((

Bakugou grinned as instead of responding to your messages, he left them on read. Opening the lush app as he went back to dragging his thumb across the screen, increasing the vibrations to give you some much needed relief. Except this time Sero was quick to notice the app on Bakugou’s phone screen, quick reflexes snatching the phone from his hands.

“Is this what I think it is?” Sero’s eyes sparkled with mischief as his mouth settled into a wide grin, “No wonder you’re talking to us even less than usual tonight, Bakubro.”

“Give it back, tapeface.” Bakugou practically snarled, reaching across the table to try and grab his phone back. Knocking his beer bottle over in the process, which Kirishima’s quick reflexes managed to save with minimal spillage, the head foaming up from the movement.

“What is that?” Denki asked with curiosity as he leaned over Sero’s shoulder to look at the screen.

“You guys ever seen this app before?” Sero turned it to face the table, the circle still sat in the middle of the screen. An indication of the consistent hum of vibrations pulsing through the toy for you right now.

“No, what does it do?” Kirishima tilted his head slightly, “Is it like a game?”

“It’s an app for a remote controlled vibrator,” Sero explained, “So unless it’s inside you right now, man—”

“Piss off.” Bakugou snarled, baring his teeth.

“Then I’m guessing it’s inside your girlfriend.” Sero surmised, turning the screen back to face him.

“Oh,” Kirishima’s lips parted in surprise, and Bakugou could see the cogs turning in his mind as his thoughts clearly went to what you looked like with this little toy stuffed inside your pussy.

“Wait” Denki’s brows were furrowed as though deep in thoyght, the cogs turning in his mind, “So that means she’s got it in right now?”

“Looks like it.” Sero held the phone in one hand as he used his pointer finger to drag the circle down to the bottom of the screen, stopping the vibrations completely, “How many times has she cum already?”

None of your fucking business, Bakugou thought to himself as he sneered across the table. But he hoped you hadn’t cum at all, wanting to return home and experience the luxury of you coming undone on his cock firsthand.

“Oh fuck, man.” Denki whined, “Your girlfriends so fucking hot. How did you get so lucky?”

“Maybe you should give that back, Sero.” Kirishima shuffled beside Bakugou, clearly intrigued with the conversation but he tried to ignore the dark, depraved thoughts that were running through his mind at this moment.

“Yeah, give it the fuck back.” Bakugou snarled, swiping for the phone again as Sero held it over his head and away from Bakugou’s reach.

You[9.30PM]: Baby, why’d you turn it off completely that’s so mean?

“Oh shit,” Sero read the text that came through from you, “Happy birthday to me.”

“Give me the fuckin’ phone,” Bakugou practically snarled, venom laced in his tone as he hoped you wouldn’t try and send another selfie.

“Come on, man. Five minutes,” Sero pleaded, offering the phone back to Bakugou as a peace offering, “It could be my birthday gift, you know?”

Having his friends fawn over you like this had a warped sense of power rolling over him. It was debauched, depraved and downright scummy but Bakugou found himself falling into the sovereignty.

Bakugou knew he should call you to let you know that he was surrendering control to the app to his friends, or at the very least send you a message to let you know. But deep down he knew it was something that you would probably enjoy, maybe a bit too much, if you knew. Often talking to him about uses for the toy, and whether he’d ever share access with it with his friends. The thought of going home to tell you who had been controlling it just to see the wide-eyed look on your face had his cock throbbing beneath his jeans in anticipation.

“Five fuckin’ minutes.”

“That’s the spirit, happy fucking birthday to me.” Sero grinned as he began to slide his finger against the screen, “You shoulda brought her with you, that woulda been the best gift.”

“You’d never be that fuckin’ lucky, tapeface.” Bakugou snorted, taking a sip of beer as Sero’s tongue poked out from between his lips in concentration. Swirling his finger along the screen with such precision, but Bakugou was certain he had no real clue what he was doing.

“A girl online gave me her code to one of these before,” He grinned across the booth, “Let me watch her on video while I did it too—”

“Don’t even think about it.” Bakugou would rather blow his phone up completely than let his friends see you on video.

“How do you even know she’s got it in right now?” Denki asked, “You could just be messing with a dead toy.”

“She sent a text begging me to turn it back on.” Sero grinned, “He’s probably the one that put it in her, lucky prick.”

Bakugou wished he was the one that positioned the toy inside you, although he definitely wouldn’t have made it to the bar if he had. There’s nothing in this world that could’ve torn him away from your pretty little cunt.

“Can you get her to send us a picture?” Denki continued, “Do you have pictures?”

Bakugou had multiple pictures, and videos, of you using the toy. It had originally been a way for him to help you climax whenever he was called away on long missions, a fun addition to the already steamy video calls you’d have at random hours. The time differences were often large as he’d find himself fisting his cock for you on camera at four in the morning, helping you to cum just before you were getting ready for bed.

“Shut up, asshole.” Bakugou growled.

There was no way he was going to show them a picture of you, especially how hot you looked right now. Remembering the photograph you’d sent him just as he made it to the bar, of you spread out against soft sheets as you gave the camera a sultry gaze. Man, he really was a fucking idiot coming out tonight and leaving you at home.

“Oh, he’s definitely got pictures,” Sero smirked, “Look at the look on his face. I bet she looks hot in them too—”

“Don’t you dare, you fuck.” Bakugou made a swipe for the phone, but Sero was quicker. Handing the cellphone off to Denki as he leaned forward to pick up his bottle of beer with a chuckle, taking a large swig from it as he leaned against Denki’s shoulder to watch his friend play with the app.

“Have you used this when she’s out in public?” Denki asked, looking across the booth at Bakugou while his finger criss-crossed over the screen with speed— probably torturing your poor pussy with the intense changes.

“No.” Bakugou answered curtly. Neither of you had really toyed with the device outside long distance, but it’s definitely something that you’d both talked about before. You’d even suggested he wear it one night, so he could feel exactly what it did to you for himself.

“Man, that’s so boring.” Denki pouted, “If she was my girlfriend I’d have her wearing it to the grocery store.”

“That’s because you don’t know how to make a girl cum by yourself.” Bakugou scoffed, taking another sip of his drink as Denki scrunched his nose in response.

“Yeah I do,” Denki turned the screen to face him, giving anyone in the bar who looked over a glimpse at the adult app on the phone in use right now, “In fact I’m gonna make your girl cum without even touching her.”

Bakugou hoped you weren’t coming right now, especially with how intense Denki had the vibrations. He knew you were already riled up and desperate, and this was exactly what you needed to have you tumbling over the edge. But he’d never live it down if Denki was the one to make you climax, he’d never hear the end of it.

“You should invite her next time, man. We could do this with her here.” Denki continued, his finger pausing on the screen while the dot was sat at its highest point. Indicating that the vibrations were on the most intense setting as Bakugou pictured you writhing against the sheets while the toy buzzed inside you. Picturing the creamy slick that drooled out of your hole at the sensation and stuck to your plush thighs. Wishing that he was there to clean you up instead of fantasizing about it. His cock jumped at the thought as he palmed himself subtly through his jeans while shifting in his seat.

God, he had to go home and bury himself inside you.

“Can I have a go?” Kirishima mumbled shyly, his cheeks glowing as red as his hair as he fisted his beer bottle nervously.

“Knock yourself out, man.” Denki held the cellphone out to Kirishima like it belonged to him, the dot still sat at the highest point on the screen.

What Bakugou hadn’t been expecting is the amount of teasing Kirishima was doing for you. His thumb barely moving the circle above the slowest setting, the low rumble of the toy inside you would’ve been barely enough for anyone and Bakugou knew it had to be driving you crazy right now.

You[9.40PM]: I told you to stop being a tease. I was about to cum. :(((

“Oh, she’s texting you.”

Kirishima showed him the screen as he read the text, and Bakugou had never been so happy that Kirishima had managed to seize control of his phone and the app before Denki had a chance to actually make you climax.

Breathing a sigh of relief as he grinned in satisfaction, certain he’d never hear the end of it (from you or Denki) if he’d managed to make you cum.

Kirishima was gentle and cautious as he continued playing with the app, barely letting the vibrations go above the middle of the screen. But thick fingers continued to make it constant, pushing down to wiggle the line every few seconds as he began to make almost swirling patterns against the device.

“Come on, man. Turn it up to the max.” Denki whined, his arms going across the table in a silent plea to get the phone back into his hands.

“So you can make her completely numb?” Sero scoffed, “You know she’d stop being able to feel anything with you.”

“She’d be able to feel a lot.” Denki grabbed at his crotch crudely as the men sat at the table began to laugh, even Bakugou snorted as he took a large swig of his beer. He had to get home to you soon.

“You ain’t ever made a girl cum in their life so what makes you think you could make my girl cum?” Bakugou deadpanned as Denki pouted.

“I have too!” He whined.

“Oh yeah? When was that?” Sero pried.

“Come on, man. Don’t be on his side—”

“The girls on those camsites don’t count, I’m pretty certain they fake it too.”

“I don’t even use those anymore.”

“Oh wow.” Kirishima breathed deeply when Bakugou turned his attention back to his best friend. Noticing he’d opened the texting app and now a photograph you’d just sent sat open on the screen.

“What the fuck, man?” Bakugou grunted, grabbing his phone off Kirishima has he shielded the screen with his body. Curling over the table as he held the device beneath it.

“I’m sorry, it’s not my fault. I saw the notification and I clicked it—” Panic was evident in Kirishima’s tone as he begun a feeble attempt to explain himself. An attempt that would’ve been easier were it not for the alcohol currently circling through his veins, his voice slurred as his eyes glazed over. Trying to commit the picture he’d just seen of you to memory, as though he’d just had a near death experience and had witnessed the pearly gates.

“Let me see,” Denki practically begged, “God, dude. Please— let me see. Eiji got to see, it’s not fair!”

“Shut up,” Bakugou cut both men off, trying to focus on the picture you’d just sent.

It was a photograph taken from above your body, between the gap of your thighs and your chubby mound as he noticed the dark stain that now splashed across your bedsheets. Bakugou sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth when he noticed the text message that you’d sent with it.

You[9.45PM]: You just made me squirt omg

You[9.46PM]: You’re cleaning that up when you get home it’s not my fault :(((

“Fuck, she squirted.” Bakugou mumbled, eyes roaming your exposed skin and the mess you’d made on the screen.

That’s it, he was going home to you now.

“What?!” Denki gasped in surprise, practically jumping over the table in the booth to read the messages, “You made her squirt?”

“Clearly it was me that got her close enough to do it,” Sero grinned, “Eij just got lucky to get her last.”

“And she sent a picture? Can I see it, man? Please.” Denki looked as though he was about to cry, his knuckles turning white from gripping the edge of the table, “Please just one pic.”

Bakugou chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment, debating on whether to show the personal picture you’d sent. A picture that had clearly been intended for his eyes only— but he’d explain to you later.

Turning the screen to the rest of the table, ensuring it faced away from the busy bar as his friends leaned in to look at it. Eyes darting across the imagine to try and memorise it in the few seconds that Bakugou had given them.

“Holy fucking shit.” Sero grinned.

“That’s not fair that you get to go home to that,” Denki threw his head against the back of the booth with a groan, “I’d lick it off the floor.”

“You’re such a fuckin’ freak.” Bakugou sneered, scrunching his nose at the debauched comment.

Locking his phone before leaning forward to pick his beer bottle up to down the rest of its contents, slamming the empty bottle back down on the table as he grabbed his jacket.

“Well, you’ve seen what I’ve got waiting for me at home, I’m out.” Bakugou fist bumped Sero as before shrugging his jacket back on.

“Any chance at a video call?” Denki pleaded, clasping his hands together as Bakugou shot him a glare, “What? I’m just asking.”

Bakugou text you as he left the bar, moving quick on his feet to get home to you as quickly as possible as he hailed a taxi.

Bakugou[9.52PM]: I’m not cleaning that up when I get home, I’m making it worse.

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[nishiyako]

Private Party (NSFW)

Paring : RaveBoy!Denki x RaveGirl!Reader

Tags : Strangers w Benifits, Bathroom Sex, Vaginal Penetration, Creampie, slight mention of drugs, Wearing his shirt

Summary : You don't need to fully know someone to have some fun, right? You learn the answer when you meet an edgy blonde at a rave, and both of you decide to have some private fun in a bathroom stall.

His hands wandered down to the pockets of your low-rise jeans, squeezing your ass as his lips intertwined with yours, backing you to the wall of the bathroom stall.

Denki Kaminari, or as you knew him, just a guy at an EDM festival. There was a rave to attend but you both got sick of your groups if friends and decided to indulge in eachother after taking some pills a stranger sold you.

His hands slipped out as he started to unbuckle his studded belt with his black nail pained hands. Different bracelets littered his wrist, and padlock neckaces overlapped his grungy tee and black chocker.

You too a second to think if you wanted to give him head or bend over the toilet, before you knew it he started to unzip your denim jeans to lift you up against the wall.

You could tell he was strong as he picked you up easily like you weigh nothing, you took off your mesh top as you wer left in your panties and the lacey bra you were wearing.

He kissed you once again. This time, you could taste your strawberry lipgloss on his lips. He slipped your panties as he grinded his shaft against your folds. Were you actually just gonna fuck this random blonde at a music festival? Yes, yes you were.

He slipped it in almost instantly, and you had to admit he was phenomenal. You felt him twitch at every sound you made. It was music to his ears, maybe even better than the music that was plying outside.

He made you bounce up and down on his cock as he stared at you, your hair was slightly covering your whore like expressions, he reached to your face supporting you with one of his hands under you, he tucked your dyed hair behind your priced ears as his gaze softened "fuck you're beautiful" you heard him whisper under his breath as the both of you got lost in the moment.

You didn't need to know him to have fun with him, he was hot and he wanted you so you didn't need much convincing. His hands held you up as your legs wrapped around his waist.

He slipped in and out of you with a perfect rhythm, making you sing sweet noises into his ear. he didn't care if someone heard. The music was probably too loud anyway.

All he knew he had this girl on his dick and she was loving it, he could fuck you senseless for hours if you'd let him. Your velvet walls milked him sending tingles through your body.

Your breath was heavy, whines and moans were escaping your slightly agape mouth as he hit your sensitive sweet spot. You legs tensed around him as you hugged around his neck.

Your face was buried in the crook of his neck as he bit and kiss your tender skin, making sure your neck would mark and bruise at his mercy.

He wonders what your friends would think at the sight of your love bites. Would you be proud to say you were taken charge of by him, or would you keep it your dirty little secret.

Your hands tugged at his silky blonde hair as your moans gradually turned into screams, you trembled in his hands as he pushed you against the wall to keep you in place.

"Fuck! You're so good!" You moaned into his ear it almost made him cum instantly, you loved every part of right now, the fluids dripping down your thighs as your back arched against the bathroom wall.

"You want it?" He asked with a silky voice, "Fuck yes!" You screamed, your wish was his demand. He filled you, His fluids seeped out of you as it dripped down onto the bathroom floor, someone has to clean that up.

A few minutes later he was cleaning the bathroom floor with a tissue as you waited for him outside, the stall opened as his threw the paper towel in the bin.

Your mesh shirt got soaked on the floor as you tried to dry it with the toilet paper in the bathroom, you saw him walking out the stall as you were only wearing your bra and your low-rise denim.

Before you knew it, he put his own grundy tee over you. He was wearing a white edgy muscle tank under his shirt. "You really don't have to." You said with a giggle at the end of your sentence, "it's alright, you look better in it anyway." He complimented.

Your cheeks flushed red as he spoke again, "any way I could get your number?" He said handing you his phone, you saw the yellowish clear case as he asked for your contacts, "me and my friends are going to a bar after this, you can get to know me there" you said typing your number in and texting him the address of the bar.

He was ecstatic, his smile ranged cheek to cheek as he watched you walk away.

•••

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Private Party (pt 11)

#mha smut #denki kaminari smut #denki kaminari #denki x reader #denki x you #denki x y/n #denki smut

[sweetnsour1]

7:49

Fluff, Bakugou x female reader

You pulled at the thread of your jeans, and tugged another piece to tie into a knot, sealing the hole that seemed to widen with each wash. You cracked your knuckles to give them a new task, anything to keep your gaze from the semicircle of chairs in front of you. You wriggled in your seat, glad they had at least given you Kiri’s recliner.

“So, y/n…do you know why we’ve gathered here today?”

You bit your cheek, hoping that the help me text you had sent when you’d first been guided into the chair of honor had been read. You looked up to four pairs of eyes staring at you. All shared the same determined and worried expression.

“Hmmm…an intervention?”

“Basically.”

“Ow!” Sero rubbed at his head as Mina settled her hands back into her lap.

“It’s not an intervention, dummy.” Her tone softened as she smiled at you. “We need to have a talk.” You raised your eyebrows in place of a reply. Kiri continued where the pink hero had left off. You wondered if they had rehearsed.

“It’s about Bakugou.”

“Oh? Is he okay?” You were surprised the conversation had turned to this. If it was about him why were you the one in the leather seat.

“No, he’s not okay! He’s gonna die alone!” You laughed as Kaminari flung his hands around so roughly that poor Sero got smacked again.

“He seems happy to me.” Your words sounded more defensive than you'd intended, but he really had seemed happy. His tone had softened. His shoulders weren’t hiked up so often. You no longer skirted around him in the halls when he had a bad day. You didn’t hesitate to leave things on his desk in exchange for the many coffees and treats he left on yours. Were they seeing something you weren’t? You looked back down at the denim threads, choosing two others to tie. They’d get sealed together in the next wash.

“Yea…that’s why we’re here today.” Mina waited until you looked up before continuing. “He’s happiest...around you.” You focused on the pink finger accusing you, avoiding her wide eyes.

“Oh…” You felt a vibration from your pocket, but they seemed so earnest and so worried…you couldn’t ignore them.

“Y/n…we just think you and Bakugou should give it a shot.“ Kirishima’s deep voice was leveled as always, but you tucked your smile away before meeting his worried face.

“Is that so? Why don’t you talk to him about it?”

“We tried. The jerk said it’s none of our business.”

They missed how you smiled at the pouty way Sero echoed Bakugou's familiar words, all four turning to the door that seemed in danger of breaking under the weight of the knocks.

Kaminari jumped behind your seat, peeking over your head. Sero was prepared to tape the door shut until Kirishima nudged him back so he could open it. Mina stayed put, rolling her eyes at the chaos one unexpected arrival had created.

He was still in costume, clearly prioritizing this after patrol rather than heading back to the office. Dynamight ignored them all, shouldering the two men out of the way as he made a direct line for you. You laughed at the gasp from behind you as Kaminari hit the floor and crawled to the safety of Mina.

You hummed, waiting for the handsome hero to finish searching your face for any signs of distress. He wouldn’t find any.

“You’re okay.” You nodded, confirming his results. “Good.” He ran his hand over the top of your head, turning to face the room while his fingers slid down to rest against the back of your neck.

“The fuck are you idiots doin’ to my girl?”

You bit your lip hard to keep from laughing. You had never once seen all four of them go quiet at once. The game nights, house parties, work meetings, vacations, trips to the amusement park, shopping, were always a loud scene of Bakugou herding the cats that were his best friends. It was unusual enough for all of them to be having the same conversation, but silence? You never would’ve imagined it was possible.

Kirishima was the first to escape his petrified state.

“Your girl?”

“That’s what I fuckin’ said.”

“You’re telling me that you successfully convinced that beautifully hilarious angel demon of a woman to go out with you?” Even from your low vantage point you could see his face turn pink.

“I didn’t have to convince her of shit. Dating me isn’t a fuckin’ chore, raccoon eyes.”

"Seems exhausting to me." She winked at you, all sense of seriousness gone from her demeanor now.

He didn't get a chance to argue more as the room began to echo with a stream of questions. You heard everything and nothing, looking up in surprise when your boyfriend was able to answer not only all of them, but in order.

"Seven months on Saturday. She asked me. That ramen place I asked you about. Not answering that, ya damn perv. Because it wasn't your fuckin' business." He bent down, leaning over you as he released the recline of the chair. He hummed when you kissed his neck, turning to receive another on his lips. "Come on, let's go home." You winced as four voices yelled variations of the same question.

"You two are fucking living together?!?!?"

Inspiration for this was sent in by the lovely @bub-ss

Masterlist

#bakugou fluff #bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou x female reader #katsuki bakugou #bnha imagines #bnha fluff #bakugou imagines #bnha #x reader

[dogwaterdish]

Random assorted mha headacanons:

Bakugou has never bought deodorant before because he naturally smells like caramel.

Midoriya and Uraraka make fun of each other for being broke all the time. Iida is appalled by it because he doesn’t realize Midoriya is broke too. He thinks Midoriya just bullying Uraraka

Midoriya has every shitty pro hero mobile game there is. All Might simulator? Got it. Denim weaver now? Got it. Play Now! Mount Lady Game? Got it. Eraser swing? Got it. And so on

Kaminari lives for the cold. When it snows he sits outside in a short sleeve shirt and shorts and lets himself get buried by the snow

Bakugou is the only person in class 1-A who hasn’t done something illegal.

#mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha headcanons #bnha headcannons #bakugo katsuki #dekusquad #kaminari denki #ochako uraraka #mha uraraka #izuku midoriya #mha midoriya #tenya iida #mha iida #class1a #mha class 1a #here’s your daily reminder that bakugou is in fact a rule following goodie two shoes #midoriya izuku

[dekuscheripop]

HOW TO STEAL A MAN part 1

Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako, Kaminari Denki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags:

Comedy, Romantic, Comedy, Drama, Slapstick, Single Parent Bakugou Katsuki, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Stealing of body fluids, Out of Character, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Not Mpreg but with child, there is no cheating.

Single father Katsuki.

His son is 5 and a rascal that thinks he should have a lover because "Dada looks lonely."

His son ran off one day at the mall and after a panicked search the boy came back dragging someone in his tiny hands.

"Dada this one! This one, I found you a love love."

Katsuki sees shining emerald eyes and dusting of cocoa on cheeks

Katsuki sees Deku and wants to faint.

Deku was his first love, a love since kindergarten that never came to be. Especially since Deku migrated to America after they graduated college.

So back then Katsuki took whatever he could since he couldn't have Deku's love.

His sperm.

Katsuki had so secretly stolen sperm from Deku and brought it to a surrogate to have Deku's child.

Now here was Deku back after 5 years.

He was fucked for three good reasons, so so fucked because,

1 - his child looked so happy holding Deku's hand.

2 - Seeing Deku again after a long time made him realize he was still so in love with the damn nerd.

3 - Deku is already married.

He was standing behind the ice cream booth that had 201 flavors while in his hand was the god forsaken flavor of spicy chocolate mint cream that his son loves so much. The stuffed rabbit backpack that was too small and too tight over his shoulder looked so out of place along with the ice cream on him. There were the toilet papers on his other hand too.

To be fair Katsuki did not look his best today. It's supposed to be just a trip to the mall to buy toilet paper and some ice cream as per his son's request. Just an ordinary day, supposed to be an ordinary day.

So he wore his comfortable off white t-shirt that was already baconed on the collar and sleeves and his faded khaki cargo shorts, and the finale was the gift from Kirishima, red crocs shoes on his sock feet.

In short he looked like a disaster. At least his son looked cute in his black shirt under an orange overall.

Of all the days that he isn't in his suit and tie and leather shoes it had to be the day his son dragged his wet dream back into his life.

Deku. fucking Midoriya Izuku is hand in hand with his son. Fucking Midoriya Izuku at 5’11, in a tight black turtle neck long sleeve shirt and equally tight denim jeans. His wavy green hair in an undercut.

If Katsuki thought of him as a wet dream back in college then today it's a raging flood of a fantasy!

But his libido wasn't the main problem as of now. It's the fact that his son is with his biological dad! The one who Katsuki stole his sperm from!

Plus he looks like shit infront of his long time crush for fucks sake!

Katsuki is sweating buckets.

“Dada, I found you a love love!” His son, Kiyoshi, repeated, large red eyes shining and his freckled cheeks in a light blush on how happy he is.

“Love love? Well, aren't you cute for a kidnapper?”

Katsuki's knees buckled at the sweet yet deep voice, like smooth honey whiskey going down his throat and going right down his whole body. It's been so long since he heard that voice. Why the fuck is he salivating?

“You shouldn't be giving your dada any problems, little guy.” Deku kneels in front of Kiyoshi, patting his head with his big scarred hands.

Deku hasn't seen him yet.

Maybe if he grabs his son and runs like mad he can save himself.

“Let's go say sorry to your dad now.” Deku stood up and faced him and those emerald eyes grew wide.

It was too late.

“Kacchan?”

Deku saw him in all his ugly glory.

Fuck. Great tutuly dudally fuck.

“Deku.” The name slips out of his mouth easily.

“Hi. It's been so long.” Still holding Kiyohi's hand, Deku walks towards him, it was a picture scene. Green wavy hair with blonde wavy hair, green doe eyes with red doe eyes and the same flock of freckles on fair skin, hand and hand walking towards him.

It was overwhelming.

Deku was in front of him now, Katsuki felt giddy. He likes to deny the fact that he is thrilled that he was still taller than Deku by half a head.

“How have you been?” He asked, looking up at Katsuki with the happiest smile.

“I'm good.” He could only reply courtly, scared that he might blurt out something wrong. He hopes his expression was giving him away.

“Yeah I can see that.” Deku says, still not removing eye contact.

Katsuki winces at his comment. What part of him looked good damn it. If anyone looks good here it's Deku and damn does he look way too fine.

Their eyes are stuck on each other, drawn in as if they were the only ones in the world.

Time seemed to have stopped as he stared into those deep pools of liquid emerald eyes.

“Dada?”

The small voice cut them off whatever trance they had.

Deku looks down at the small hand tugging at him. Katsuki could have sworn there was a flicker in his eyes. On edge and muscles tense, Katsuki becomes nervous. Did Deku notice? Did he figure it out?

“So this is your son?” Deku asked, bending down and lifting up the small child into his arms. Katsuki felt his heart constrict painfully just looking at them. There was something growing inside, something heavy and bitter, guilt.

“Yeah! I’m Dada’s but with no Mama! So Dada is lonely, so mister needs to be with dada so he won't be lonely!” Kiyoshi lifts his hands up in declaration in a loud voice.

“Oi brat!” Katsuki reprimanded his son, his face was burning red from embarrassment.

He takes him from Deku’s arms and scolds him but the small child just huffed.

“But it's true. Dada is lonely.”

“Where did you learn to talk back?”

The two bickered back and forth like both were like small children.

There was a melodious sound of laughter coming just beside him. Deku was laughing hard, almost hunched over holding his stomach.

“He’s definitely your son Kacchan. He’s just like you.” Straightening himself up and wiping the tears from laughter from his eyes;

Deku pats Kiyoshi’s fluffy head. Kiyoshi preens at the attention.

The weird flicker in Deku's eyes was gone, he seems to be more happy after all that laughter.

“Mister mister I like you! I think Dada will like you too so you need to-mmph.” Katsuki stops his sons from talking,

muffling his mouth gently as he could but god damn it why is his child such a loud mouth?

"Ok." He says with a drawn out voice. "It was nice seeing yah but we gotta go. This guy needs to poop. So bye." Katsuki hurriedly turns around, not caring for Kiyoshi's muffled protest

and not even looking at Deku's eyes as he tries to speed walk away from his biggest problem.

"Kacchan wait!"

Katsuki does not. He walks faster.

It should be fine. Deku would probably go back to the US soon and they won't meet up every again.

It hurts to think about it but it would be a disaster if he stayed.

"I've transferred back here for work. So I hope I'll be seeing you often, Kacchan!"

Oh fuck. Great tutuly dudally fuck.

-

-

She just wanted to enjoy her fresh hot Takoyaki. Delicious Takoyaki. Just what she wanted and just what she craved. It was the last piece.

Picking it up with her chopsticks towards her awaiting mouth. A perfect treat.

Her door flew open with a bang.

"Ochako!"

"Ahhhhh!"

Bang went to the door and bang went over her nerves from too much coffee this morning. Up her Tokoyaki went to the ceiling and stayed there like a half disco ball of carbs and octopus meat.

The two people stare at the new decor impassively then stare at each other.

"You owe me."

"Whatever! I have a bigger problem!"

What could be more of a bigger problem than her food!

"You owe me an order of Takoyaki!"

"Alright alright! I'll buy you one later. Just listen to me!"

"No later. Now!" She was really pissed. That was her last ball with the biggest piece of octopus and the most sauce!

"Oh my god, fine. It's just at the corner anyway. Just listen, yah."

They walked out of her house. Ochaco was still angry and puffed her cheeks.

She really wanted that last price but instantly felt better at the prospect of a new batch.

"So what's this all about barging into my place?" He asked as they were about to make a turn at a corner.

There was a deep exhale and that's when Ochaco knew this wasn't just something trivial.

"He's back."

"Huh?"

"Deku's back!" Her best friend Bakugou Katsuki almost screamed.

Stopped, frozen and wide eyed.

"No."

"Yes."

"Oh my god. You are fucked! And I don't mean it in the oohh ahhhh kind!"

"Shut up!"

Ohhh but how could she shut up? Katsuki was having a life crisis while Ochako… Ochaco was having the time of her life!

"I told you this was gonna bite you back in the ass!"

She had long warned him way back after Katsuki suddenly barged into her home with an ice box and eyes crazy wide.

///"I stole his sperm!"///

Damn if that didn't traumatize her. Thank heavens she vehemently refused to be the surrogate mom for his craziness.

The surrogate was someone abroad that this crazy ass rich bastard paid millions on.

But don't get her wrong, she loves Kiyoshi with all her heart but damn if she hadn't been waiting for this moment to arrive.

"I told you so."

Oh how it felt good to finally say those words. She is having a blast.

"Shut up. I thought this was never going to happen!"

Ochaco beckoned Katsuki to start walking again. He still owes Takoyaki after a.

"Pfft. Now what are you going to do? He's married already isn't he?"

"That's what I heard. Ochako I-"

"Kacchan."

Kacchan?

Ochaco sees Katsuki turn deathly pale then to a light pink, pink, darker pink to a deep blush.

She looked straight ahead and just before the Takoyaki booth was a man so fine she wanted to sing a damn gravy tik tok song out loud.

Wait, did Katsuki just say Deku?

Her round eyes were about to bulge out of their sockets. This guy was Midoriya Izuku a.k.a. Deku.

No wonder he stole sperm from this guy! He's hot as fuck. Ochaco would too if she wasn't a full out lesbian.

"You're here for Takoyaki too? The booth is still here after all these years huh. Just like back in highschool we used to eat here often."

The Deku guy passed by Ochaco and went straight for Katsuki. It was like he didn't see him at all.

"Deku." Was all Katsuki said. Ochaco stared hard at the wobbly expression her best friend had. She wished she could take a photo but she left her phone at home. Damn.

"I didn't get to ask earlier but I was wondering if you would have dinner with me this Friday? Just to catch up on everything."

She saw how Katsuki's normal mean eyes were wide like saucers.

"You can bring Kiyoshi with you. He is so adorable."

How his brows shut up and how the normal loud and rude Katsuki was silent with his long term crush being so near. It was a disaster.

Ochaco was living for it. Her smile was so self satisfied.

"Can we Kacchan? For old times sake?"

Katsuki was about to faint. Deku grabbed his hands with his own.

"Please." And gave him the puppy dog eyes.

He was doomed.

He nodded.

He was so fucking doomed.

"Thank you Kacchan." Deku still hasn't let go of Katsuki's hand, instead he gave him a brightest purest smile.

Ochaco and Katsuki were blinded. Damn gravy so clean and delicious! Oh but this one does have a missus. Too bad.

Ochaco will just have to appreciate the disaster truck of her best friend as it is.

"Oh you have someone with you."

Deku finally notices her and all she could do was smile even though she was completely ignored just earlier.

"I'm Midoriya Izuku and you are?" Deku raised his hand to shake in introduction.

"Ah I am-"

"She's Uraraka Ochaco!"

Ochaco had pulled away and was now in front of Katsuki as he had grabbed her arms. Showing her off to Deku like some kind of livestock.

"She's Kiyoshi's mom! So she has to come with us to dinner with Kiyoshi!"

The Takoyaki vendor dropped a ball on the pavement. So did Ochako's jaw.

She was frozen but slowly her head turned behind Katsuki, her soon to be ex best friend

The guy just mouthed sorry at her.

"Oh. I see."

She turns back to the sound of Deku and froze up like a rock during winter.

His bright green eyes have turned dark all the while looking at her. What is that?!

Oh great tutuly dudally fuck.

She is going to kill Katsuki.

TBC.

#bakudeku #bkdk fic #bnha bkdk #ktdk #Deku #Kacchan #Izuku #Katsuki #How to Steal a Man bkdk

[jazwritesalot]

Mocha Choco Latte - Chapter 4: Caramel Latte

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou/Bakugou Katsuki, KiriBaku Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia, My Hero Academia Rating: Teen & Up Audiences Current Word Count: 21,000 Tags: Aged-Up Characters, AU- College/University, AU- No Quirks, AU- Coffee Shops & Cafes, Barista Bakugou, Actor Kirishima, slow burn, background IzuOcha, mentions of Bakusquad, rated for language, Bakugou Katsuki swears a lot, Bakugou Katsuki is bad at feelings, drinking, house parties

Link to AO3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Chapter summary: In which Katsuki finally takes the plunge

Katsuki was losing hope and losing it fast. It had been a little over a month since the Tape Deck debacle, and he had yet to see Kirishima come through the doors of Sugar Rush. He finally swallowed his pride and had unblocked Kirishima’s number from his phone, but he had yet to actually send him a message. Every time he drafted one, he found himself hastily deleting it as the image of his disappointed face flashed across his mind. Nothing he could say over text seemed like it would be appropriate enough to express how much he had royally fucked up. Sending him a message also slipped to the back of his mind as work became more chaotic since Deku was off work, which left him working with Dunce Face, as much as he loathed it. The other man was a disaster in the kitchen, so Sato had reassigned their positions—Katsuki being back in the kitchen gave him a small reprieve from the other’s idiocy. Though he did feel a pang of sympathy for Kaminari when Jirou finally snapped at him for his outrageous flirting, which left the other man sulking for weeks. 

Deku had been back at work for about a week now, with Kaminari suspiciously absent more and more—which was really starting to piss Katsuki off since he was having to pick up some of the slack—and Katsuki forgot how much he hated working the front counter. At least in the kitchen he was able to ignore the stupidity of people. He was silently fuming at the small, half-caff, soy latte that the customer stated that it needed to specifically be heated to 49 degrees. He quickly shot a glare over the counter at the obnoxiously tall, blond man who looked like he walked off the closest runaway in a designer denim suit—pompous asshole—when the bell chimed for the next customer coming in. 

“Small latte for Hakamada,” he grit out as he forcefully placed the drink on the counter and turned to the register. He nearly tripped over his feet, however, when he came face to face with none other than Kirishima standing on the other side of the counter, a bashful smile on his face. 

“Y-you!” he stuttered out while mentally kicking himself. There was so much he wanted to say to the other man, yet the only thing he could do was make a fool of himself. 

“Heh, yeah it’s me,” he chuckled while scratching at the stubble on his chin. “Sorry man, it’s been super busy these last couple of weeks. I meant to stop by, but time got away from me.” 

“Tch, it’s whatever, Shitty Hair. What can I get for you today?” he asked, adamantly ignoring the blush he could feel heating up his cheeks. He was Bakugou Katsuki and damn it, no silly crush was going to get the best of him. 

“Could I get a large caramel latte and a couple of the red bean mochi please? For here,” he said, gesturing to his backpack. Ah, must be another study night, then. Katsuki could feel eyes burning a hole in the back of his head as Kirishima paid and he got him the pastries. As soon as Kirishima walked off to find a seat, Katsuki whipped around, glaring at Izuku, who had a sly smirk on his face. 

“What do you want, you damn nerd?” he griped, grabbing the milk. 

“Kacchan, you’re hopeless,” he chuckled, and Katsuki could feel the vein in his temple throbbing already as he prepped the espresso machine and started steaming the milk. “You keep beating around the bush with him, which has been leading you to missing the mark each time.”

“How is writing my phone number on his cup ‘beating around the bush’?” 

“You could have just given it to him like a normal person, but instead you had to be extra. And look where that got you,” he said with a pointed look. “You just need to be straightforward with him—go ask him out to dinner. Can’t be more direct than that.”

“And why should I listen to your advice, huh? It took you months to work up the courage to ask Round Cheeks out. So what makes you suddenly be the expert on love?” he asked while aggressively piling on the whipped cream and caramel sauce. 

“Just the fact that he’s totally checking you out right now while your back is turned to him.” 

“Really?” he asked eagerly, and Katsuki could feel his cheeks flaming again as the smirk returned to Deku’s face. Way to keep it cool, Katsuki. 

“Would I lie to you, Kacchan?” The arched eyebrow and otherwise unimpressed look on Deku’s face made Katsuki visibly deflate. 

“No. You really wouldn’t,” he sighed. “But what would I even do? Just walk up and be like ‘hey Shitty Hair, let’s have dinner?’”

“Well, maybe without the Shitty Hair part. I still think there’s only so long he will allow you to call him that before he gets annoyed with you.”

“It just adds to my charm,” Katsuki grinned.     

“It’s a charm that I will never understand,” Izuku chuckled with a roll of his eyes. “But seriously Kacchan, go for it. You’ve been working your ass off the past month and a half. You deserve a break. That, and you deserve some happiness.”

“Don’t get all sappy on me, Nerd,” Katuski grumbled. “I guess I’ll go on break a little early then.”

“Oh no you won’t. You’re leaving now. I got you covered for the rest of the night. It’s the least I could do since you’ve been footing the bills while I was out.” He brandished a spatula like a weapon, daring Katsuki to challenge him. And while normally he would take the bait, this time he realized there was something, rather someone, more important waiting on him. 

“I owe you one, Deku.” He quickly poured himself a caramel latte to match and grabbed the mochi out of the pastry case while Izuku came out of the kitchen and took over his place at the register. He gathered the drinks and food, and with a deep breath to soothe his frayed nerves, not that he would admit to them being frayed, that is, he walked over to where Kirishima was sitting with a false sense of confidence, sliding into the seat across from him and placing the two drinks and the plate of food on the table with a smirk. 

“Uh dude? I think you made a mistake? I only ordered one drink?” Kirishima questioned, blinking back the surprise of seeing Katsuki sitting across from him. He did, however, pluck a mochi off the plate and chomped on it. 

"I don’t do things I don’t wanna do, Shitty Hair. One’s for you and the other’s for me. Since my shift ended a few minutes ago, I figured why the hell not? Gotta see what makes you different from the other extras that frequent here. Gotta see why I’m so drawn to you.” The sly smile on his face quickly fell as Kirishima choked on the mochi he was eating. “Shit are you okay?” he asked, jumping up while Kirishima pounded on his chest before taking a large gulp of his latte. He ignored Deku’s look of shock from the counter in favor of making sure the man in front of him was alright. 

“You can’t do that to me,” he whined as the coughing subsided. Bakugou cautiously sat back down and sipped at his own latte, feeling self conscious for nearly sending the other man to an early grave. “Also, I don’t know if I should be flattered or offended,” he chuckled, shyly pushing a lock of hair behind his ear as he finally made eye contact with Katsuki. 

“I’m hoping you go for being flattered,” Katsuki mumbled into his drink. At Kirishima’s quirked eyebrow, he cleared his throat. “I’ve been going about this the wrong way. I’m going to be blunt—I like you Shi- er, Kirishima. I want to get to know you better. So, I’d like to take you on a date,” he finished, cheeks flushed as he avoided the incredulous, wide eyes staring back at him. 

“I think that’s the first time you’ve used my name,” Kirishima said in a breathless whisper, and Katsuki had to fight back the urge to bare his teeth at him. As quickly as the shocked expression crossed Kirishima’s face, it was replaced with one of the blinding smiles that Katsuki had grown quite fond of. “I would really like that, man!”

“Bakugou.” At Kirishima’s confused glance, Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Don’t call me ‘man.’ You can call me Bakugou.”

“Oh? So you’re the only one who can get away with ‘endearing’ nicknames around here?” Kirishima snarked back and Katsuki felt his jaw drop. Cheeky bastard. His bravado disappeared as quickly as it came, his cheeks reddening as he gave Katsuki a soft smile. “All joking aside, I really would like that, Bakugou. What exactly did you have in mind?”

“Uh…” Well shit—he actually hadn’t thought that far ahead. He was lucky that the guy was even giving him a chance after all the bullshit he pulled the last few months. “How about a nice dinner?” he suggested, hating how uncertain his voice sounded. 

“Oh, dinner sounds fantastic! Got anywhere special you like to go?” If Kirishima had a tail, Katuski was certain that it would be wagging right now. It was so cute to see how excited he was over the prospect of a single dinner with him. 

“How about you come to my place and I can cook for you? I bet it will be better than any restaurant you’ve ever been to,” he grinned. This was perfect—he could talk with Kirishima without having to worry about Deku’s prying ears. Not to mention his bank account was currently lacking from the dent of the bills from the past month. It was a win-win. 

“Already trying to get me to come home with you? How scandalous,” Kirishima smirked and it was Katsuki’s turn to choke on his drink. Damn that shitty-haired bastard. “I’m kidding. I’m kidding. That sounds like an amazing first date.” The way he said it made it seem like he was anticipating more dates, which made Katsuki’s heart soar. 

“Whatcha say? Wanna ditch this place and start our date at my apartment?” 

“Sounds much better than sitting here and failing to study,” he laughed, zipping his backpack shut. 

“Oh wait, before I forget,” Katuski started, fishing his wallet out from his pocket, “here you go.” He passed some bills over to Kirishima, who cocked his head to the side in confusion. “The drink and mochi are on me today. Let’s just say we’re starting this date early.”

“Bakugou, I can’t accept this,” Kirishima protested, but Katsuki continued to hold the money out for him, challenging him with a glare.

“If you don’t take it, I’m just going to shove it in your backpack, so might as well make this easier on both of us,” he warned. Kirishima sighed, taking the proffered money, shoving it in his pocket. He quickly scarfed down the other mochi, chasing it with the last of his latte before gathering his stuff and sliding out of the booth. Katsuki was quick to follow, his grip on the to-go cup he used for himself tight at the prospect that this was actually happening. He saw Deku shoot him a quick thumbs up, which he responded to with a roll of the eyes and shooting him the middle finger, and then he was following Kirishima out into the chilly November night. 

“After you,” Kirishima smiled, and Katsuki felt his face flame for what had to be at least the fifth time as Kirishima walked beside him, humming an unfamiliar melody. His hand was clutching the strap of his backpack and Katsuki desperately wanted it to be clutching his own hand, despite how forward that would be. Kirishima followed him diligently, and whereas the silence would normally be suffering for Katsuki, there was no awkwardness to be seen. It was as if they were meant to be together in any sort of capacity, previous embarrassments aside. In no time, they were stepping through the threshold of his and Deku’s apartment, changing out their shoes for house slippers and Katsuki’s heart was on overdrive. 

“You okay, man? Your face is about as red as my hair,” Kirishima noted as they moved further into the apartment, depositing his backpack on the ground before sliding into a seat at the kitchen table. Katsuki, on the other hand, was standing in the middle of the kitchen trying to not have a heart attack. 

“I’m fine. I’m just nervous,” he gritted out finally, fighting back the urge to kick the redhead out and go hide himself away in his room for the rest of eternity. Instead, he put forward his energy toward making the two of them a simple fried rice for dinner. The silence stretched between them once again before there was a scraping of a chair against the tiled floor, Kirishima appearing to Katsuki’s right. “What are you doing, Shitty Hair?”

“Ouch, back to Shitty Hair, huh?” Kirishima chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck before washing his hands at the kitchen sink. “Believe it or not, I’m also nervous, man. You’re like, super hot to the point that it’s unfair. And it’s been a while since I’ve put myself out there relationship-wise. So I get it,” he explained, drying his hands off on a towel. “But I think, if we’re going to make this work between us, that we need to be equals. So, let me help you make dinner for our first date?” he asked and Katsuki could only gape at him as he tried to process what was just said. 

“Fine, you sap,” Katsuki snorted. “You can help by chopping up the veggies.” He knew his face was still scarlet, but at this point, he didn’t care. It was like Kirishima had been able to pick up on all of his insecurities and turn them on their head without even trying while simultaneously baring his own for Katsuki to see. And he found that way more endearing than he probably should. They worked together seamlessly, which was a relief compared to the disaster that the kitchen could be with Deku in it with him. Despite being a decent cook, the two of them could not sync up to save their lives, causing one too many blow ups in the kitchen that resulted in them having take out for dinner. 

“Wow Bakugou! This looks fantastic!” Kirishima exclaimed as they sat down to eat. 

“Idiot, you helped too,” Katsuki grumbled, the praise too much to handle at the moment. His mind was still reeling from the earlier confession of him being “too hot” for Kirishima, so any other praise that was piled on was just overkill at this point. 

“Still! You’ve got mad skills in the kitchen. I could most definitely learn a thing or two from you. My roommates can’t cook well to save their lives, and with me gone long hours, I’m eating out way too much and they’re left fending for themselves.”

“Sounds like a them problem, if you ask me. They’re adults—they should be able to feed themselves.” Hearty laughter was the response he got to that. “As for you, I guess I don’t mind showing you some tricks and easy meals to make.”

“You’re the best, Bakugou.” The smile on Kirishima’s face was so sincere that it left Katsuki’s stomach in knots, face flushing for the umpteenth time tonight. 

“You’re not so bad yourself, Kirishima,” he smiled back. “Let’s get cleaned up and then I can show you around, I guess, before we decide on what to do with the rest of the night.” There were no arguments from Kirishima, the two of them washing up and leaving the dishes out to dry. “You’ve seen the living room and kitchen already, so I guess that all that’s really left is to show you my room.”

“On the first date? Scandalous,” Kirishima teased, waggling his eyebrows. 

“Oi! Shut up, asshole,” he grumbled, half-tempted to leave Kirishima in the living room and lock himself in the bedroom. He took a steadying breath, instead, and led Kirishima down the hall to his room, silently hoping that he wouldn’t get judged too hard for the All Might movie posters hanging up. 

“An All Might fan, I take it?” Well, there went that hope. 

"What of it?” he asked defensively, ready to throw the redhead out if needed. 

“Nothing’s wrong with it! I love the comics, but I’m more of a Crimson Riot fan myself. Hell, Arakatai Kureno was the reason I got into acting—his portrayal of Crimson Riot was phenomenal! Really inspired me to want to better myself and try something new.”

“Guess it worked out for you, considering you’re now Red Riot.” Katsuki was glad that Kirishima seemed to be just as much of a fanboy as he was, even though he himself was more closeted about it. 

“Heh, I guess it did,” he said bashfully. “What about you? Why All Might?” 

“All Might was a badass hero in the comics and I loved that he didn’t let anyone bring him down, no matter how dire the situation would be. It’s just a shame that Yagi got injured and had to retire early.” Katuski was trying his best not to pout, he really was, but seeing his hero and idol have to go into an early retirement due to a set accident left a sour taste in his mouth. Who knew how many more All Might movies there could have been if that never happened?

“Yeah, it is a shame. From what I’ve heard, Yagi is a delight to work with. But still, gonna have to say that Crimson Riot is a far superior superhero.” Katsuki snarled at the snarky smile across Kirishima’s face, instantly rising to the bait. 

“I’ll prove to you that All Might is better! Come on, jackass, we’ve got some movies to watch.” Kirishima’s boisterous laugh rang throughout the halls as he followed Katsuki to the living room, earning the two of them a bang against the wall from Katsuki’s neighbors. 

“Keep it down!” a crabby voice called through. 

“Sorry!” Kirishima called back while Katsuki rolled his eyes. That old man could bite him for all he cared. He’s spent many a night listening to him yell at his microwave for not heating his taiyaki properly, so the old geezer could deal with Katsuki’s company. They settled on the couch, Katsuki brazenly snuggling into Kirishima’s side, which was met with an arm draped around his shoulders, pulling him close to the redhead. As Katsuki pressed play on the movie, snuggled up to the man he had been crushing on for months, he realized that maybe things were starting to look up for him after all.

#jaz writes #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #kiribaku #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #long fic #chapter 4 #mocha choco latte #On the Rocks #also on ao3

[ao3feed-todoroki]

Box

box by The Fyre

"Himura Shouto." Eraserhead says, and the boy so named steps up to the lines drawn in the ground. When the start of the dash is called, Shouto rushes off, sliding on his ice; he easily outpaces Kaminari. He has to do the best he can with only his ice—Shouto does not dare to use his fire, for worries Eraserhead will realize that he is the villain Endeavor's son.

Enji and Rei are villains. Everything changes.

Words: 2916, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 9 of the todorokis are doomed

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Fuyumi, Midoriya Izuku, Amajiki Tamaki, Toga Himiko, Hadou Nejire, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Hakamata Tsunagu | Best Jeanist, Todoroki Natsuo, Iida Tenya

Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Todoroki Fuyumi & Todoroki Shouto, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Amajiki Tamaki/Hadou Nejire

Additional Tags: Villain Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Pro Hero Dabi | Todoroki Touya, he works with Jeanist, DENIM DABI, Moral Dilemmas, Morally Ambiguous Character, Human Experimentation, Forced Villain Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Shouto Needs a Hug, He gets one eventually, Acting, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Brainwashing, Undercover Missions, Fake/Pretend Relationship, no real dabihawks ever occurs, it's funnier this way trust me, Good Sibling Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Tamaki is dragged into Todofam drama against his will

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44556733

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Shouto #♦ #Shouto Todoroki #Dabi #Touya Todoroki #Fuyumi Todoroki #Keigo Takami #Tamaneji· #❄️🔥 #🏮 #R:T #A:Fyre #Villain AU #Fake Dating #Hurt Comfort #Angst

[karasimpno]

this is a reminder that this is a denim kaminari stan blog

[ao3feed-bnha-rarepair]

Box

box by The Fyre

"Himura Shouto." Eraserhead says, and the boy so named steps up to the lines drawn in the ground. When the start of the dash is called, Shouto rushes off, sliding on his ice; he easily outpaces Kaminari. He has to do the best he can with only his ice—Shouto does not dare to use his fire, for worries Eraserhead will realize that he is the villain Endeavor's son.

Enji and Rei are villains. Everything changes.

Words: 2916, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Todoroki Shouto, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Fuyumi, Midoriya Izuku, Amajiki Tamaki, Toga Himiko, Hadou Nejire, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Hakamata Tsunagu | Best Jeanist, Todoroki Natsuo, Iida Tenya

Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Todoroki Fuyumi & Todoroki Shouto, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Amajiki Tamaki/Hadou Nejire

Additional Tags: Villain Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Pro Hero Dabi | Todoroki Touya, DENIM DABI, Moral Dilemmas, Morally Ambiguous Character, Human Experimentation, Forced Villain Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Shouto Needs a Hug, Acting, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Brainwashing, Undercover Missions, Fake/Pretend Relationship, no real dabihawks ever occurs, it's funnier this way trust me, Good Sibling Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Tamaki is dragged into Todofam drama against his will, Roleswap, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44556733

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Tamaneji #♡ #Tamaneji #💜 #🐙 #⚤ #R:T #A:Fyre #Villain AU #Fake Dating #Hurt Comfort #Angst

[totallynotart]

Re-Draw.

Still my favorite vine!

#my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my art #shouto #todoroki #shouto todoroki #eijirou kirishima #eijirou #kirishima #denim #Kaminari #denim Kaminari #vine #text post #improvement

[confused-stars]

i hc hawks as autistic, or at least having an autistic storyline. like, hes *always* aware of what his body language and speech are conveying whether its to the villains or the public, and cant 'unmask' because of the position hes in, specifically the hpsc (the authority over him) not letting him because of the high expectations he needs to fulfill

!!! yes !!!

he's masking in the way that he has to put on an entire hero persona and, unlike more independent heroes like, say, Present Mic (also clearly neurodivergent), he never gets to be himself even for a moment because it was literally trained out of him from an extremely young age.

that's part of why, even though it's clearly not canon, I really enjoy fics where he has bird mannerisms that he's not allowed to show because it always (intentionally or not) comes across like an obvious allegory for being forced to mask symptoms, suppress stimming and all that bad stuff (and then the League, a bunch of neurodivergent bastards who don't care about societal standards, teach him that there's nothing wrong with the person he is. that's the good shit)

i also 100% headcanon him as having adhd because i feel that, with the way he does his job, it would actually be a huge help. he's always aware of what all his feathers are doing and feeling, making split-second decisions, and literally moving faster than anyone else. we haven't really seen him off the clock yet, but I can imagine that he just crashes and stops making himself function for a while...

#hawks tag #all the good pro heroes are neurodivergent actually #best jeanist is autistic and hes just comforted by the familiar texture of denim #also tailoring is his special interest even without using his quirk #i could do headcanons for so many heroes (and the villains too) #also adhd kaminari goes without saying

[lgbt-plusultra]

was anyone going to tell me that Kaminari is in the WRONG. FUCKING. ANIME?? forget pokemon, electrobitch belongs in Yugioh

#eveb the hair ahsksjsk #kaminari denim #denki kaminari #kaminari #bnha #mha #bnha liveblog #xan talks a lot

[carrotsnake]

oh snap

#bnha #shinkami #shinsou hitoshi #kaminari denki #shinsou x kaminari #kaminari x shinsou #kamishin #bnha ships #my hero academia #my hero academia ships #bnha shinsou #bnha kaminari #mha shinsou #mha kaminari #denki kaminari #hitoshi shinsou #shinso #shinso x kaminari #shinsou x denki #matching denim jacket bois #or kaminari was cold so shinsou gave him his jacket :)c

[scrivler]

IM GONNA CRY THIS IS N O T OKAY

#mha #bnha #manga spoilers #sentient nomu #todoroki enji #shoto todoroki #Kirishima eijirou #izuku midoriya #momo yaoyorozu #Kaminari denim #endeavor #manga #massive spoilers #TODOROKI SHOW EMOTION IMA CRY #FOR ENDEAVOR NO LESS #AHHHHH

[pervysenpaix]

BakuSquad Driving Headcannons

18+MDNI

Katsuki Bakugo 🧡

Katsuki is the proud owner of a 2022 Mercedes G-Wagon. Painted matte black with black rims and orange leather interior.

His car is super clean and always smells good.

Permanent new car smell — fresh leather and wealth 💰

Keeps a an emergency preparedness bag in the trunk.

He never lets you drive his vehicle — don’t even ask.

The one time you hinted at wanting to get behind the wheel he looked at you like you grew an extra head.

“Hah? You think I’d let your dumbass drive my baby ?”

Doesn’t matter how much you pout he won’t budge but he smirk at you cause your lips look cute all poked out and shiny with glass.

Excellent driver — does that thing where he looks at you instead of the road.

“Ya nervous ?” He’d ask , grinning ferally as he grips the back of your neck with his free hand. Confident as ever as he stares you down, daring you to doubt his abilities. His heart jumps a little when you smile back and say “No , I trust you Katsuki”.

He loves getting head while driving. It makes him feel powerful.

He’ll be cruising down the highway, seat back and legs spread while he pushes you further down his shaft.

Will come without warning and expect you to swallow everything.

If you spill even a drop he’ll be punishing you severely at home.

Eijiro Kirishima ❤️

I know for a fact that this man drives a Jeep Wrangler with the doors removed— FIGHT ME.

His car is clean enough.

Lots of empty water bottles and protein bar wrappers.

Keeps extra shirts (sleeveless of course) in case he rips his from his quirk.

His car smells like his cologne.

Never let’s you drive but not in a condescending way , it’s because he’s a gentleman!

“Baby— it wouldn’t be manly to let you drive. You’re my Princess !”

Holds the door open for you to get in and comes around to open it when you get out.

His truck is lifted pretty high so he has to pick you and place you on the seat 🥹

Very concerned with your safety so he keeps both hands on the wheels at all times.

He’d never touch you while he was driving but that doesn’t mean you can’t touch yourself.

“Spread your legs wider baby. Just like that — fuckkkk~” His knuckles turn white from his harsh grip on the wheel. Erection pressing uncomfortably against the denim of his jeans. He can’t help but bite his lip while listening to your sultry moans. “Come on baby. Two more fingers. No no , don’t whine. You can do it. Wanna be ready for me , yeah ? Wanna be able to take all daddy’s dick ?”

Drives home as quickly as possible and encourages you to cum as many times as you want. Pretending to be nice but he really wants you to overstimulate yourself so you can be nice and stupid while he pounds your cunt.

Denki Kaminari 💛

Don’t quote me on this but I can see Denki driving a black mustang with a yellow lightning bolt on the hood.

The car has to be extremely loud and out there. A direct reflection of his personality.

Upon first glance this vehicle is impeccable.

All shiny and bright. Not a scratch or scuff on the paint.

But open the door and I guarantee you’ll find that one sneaker he’s been missing for like a month.

Clothes , shoes , candy , condom wrappers — ALLADAT just on the floor and the backseat.

“Don’t worry about it babe. It adds character!”

No sir , it adds to your chances of getting a ringworm but I digress.

He’ll definitely let you drive if you ask.

Likes to take the time to admire your profile when you’re focused on the rode.

Will push your hair behind your ear and tell you how beautiful you look.

Definitely loves to feed you while you drive.

Most of the candy wrappers are from lollipops that he’d shoved into your cunt two blocks ago then pulled it out at the stoplight and started to fuck your throat.

It’s a fun time.

Sero Hanta 🖤

You can’t tell me that Pro Hero Cellophane doesn’t drive a black on black Hummer. ☹️

Fuck the environment— he’s rich and wants to enjoy the fruits of his labor.

Much like Bakubro , he keeps his car spotless.

Gets it maintenanced regularly.

Very serious about his vehicle it’s his baby.

Definitely keeps several packs of gum and cologne in his console to mask the smell of 🍃

Always hotboxing.

Never lets you drive but loves to rest his hand on your upper thigh while he drives.

Glancing at you out of the corner of his low red eyes and pinching your flesh whenever he turns a corner.

“Somethin’ wrong, mi amor? You keep squirming.” Grinning he squeezes the soft flesh of your upper thigh, skirting dangerously close to the crotch. “Hanta~” you whine, trying to position his hand closer to your heat. The two of you’d been driving for 25 minutes and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter from just watching him. The pure neediness in your voice had his dick stirring in his pants. “Okay baby I know what you need.”

Deft fingers would slide underneath the thin fabric to move though your damp folds.

Several Spanish words intermix with r&b music and your soft moans.

You were so wet that he just couldn’t control himself anymore.

So he pulled into a nearby parking tower and drove to the top floor.

Sero kisses you sensually, sucking on your tongue and lips until your mouth feels bruise.

He groans when he sees the line of Saliva connecting you.

Quickly he rids himself of the seatbelt and exits then vehicle and like a gentlemen he comes to open your door ass well.

The hood of the car is still pretty warm from driving so it’s not a problem when he lays you on your back and dives face first into your pretty little pussy.

Doesn’t give a fuck who sees him.

Will suck on your clit until your legs are trembling.

When he feels like you’ve had enough he’ll flip you on your stomach to pound you under the sunset.

Bonus ! Hitoshi Shinsou 💜

In my mind Shinny Pooh is an honorary member of the Bakusquad.

Yeah he’s friends with Deku nem but oddly he finds comfort in the rowdiness of this friend group.

So to keep things simple we’re gonna have Toshi driving a motorcycle.

Idk what kind but maybe something like a Harley with low seats the would all him to sit behind you and rest his chin on your shoulder.

Likes to let you hold one of the bars so he run his big hand underneath your shirt and squeeze your tummy.

He’ll whisper in your ear that he can’t wait to fill you up and put a baby in here.

Says he loves seeing your tummy bulge when you’re full of dick and cum.

Smirks against your skin when he hears how heavy you’re breathing — knowing that you’re just as desperate for him as he is for you.

Waits until you’re at a stoplight surrounded by cars to pull your earlobe between his teeth and whisper “cum”.

Now all these innocent bystanders have witness the girlfriend of ProHero Mindbreak cum untouched.

You Whore.

For you ; @xogabbiexo , @yo-nn , @plussizeficchick , @38riku , @m00nchildthings , @rinhoes, @simpliheavenli , @not-your-damsel , @bunnxie , @blkchxrryblyss , @tsukihime25 , @prettylittlepixi , @7inaa , @nasty-quillz , @namjoonswifeyy , @bookwormsenpai , @erenyeagerswhore , @hhawkz , @luna-indigoduh , @po3ticb3auty , @tenyaiidasslut

#mha headcanons #bakugo headcanons #kirishima headcanon #denki headcanons #sero headcanons #shinsou headcanons #bakusqaud #Bakusquad smut #mha smut #mha x black reader #mha x black!reader #bakugo x black reader #kirishima x black reader #shinsou x black!reader #denki x black reader #sero x black!reader #katsuki bakugo x reader smut #bakugo thirst #kirishima thirst #sero thirst #shinsou thirst #kaminari x blackreader

[jazwritesalot]

Mocha Choco Latte - Chapter 3: Caramel Iced Coffee

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou/Bakugou Katsuki, KiriBaku Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia, My Hero Academia Rating: Teen & Up Audiences Current Word Count: 21,000 Tags: Aged-Up Characters, AU- College/University, AU- No Quirks, AU- Coffee Shops & Cafes, Barista Bakugou, Actor Kirishima, slow burn, background IzuOcha, mentions of Bakusquad, rated for language, Bakugou Katsuki swears a lot, Bakugou Katsuki is bad at feelings, drinking, house parties

Link to AO3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Chapter summary: Alternatively titled: Katsuki has an idea and all hell breaks loose

The perfect opportunity appeared a few weeks later during the middle of his Thursday night shift. Sugar Rush was decently busy thanks to it being midterms, and Katsuki was seething. He didn’t mind how fast-paced it was—he actually preferred to be doing something rather than loitering around. What he was pissed about, however, was that Kaminari was supposed to be here to run the register for him while he ran the front line, but he was nowhere to be seen, which left Katsuki scrambling between the register, making the drinks, and running orders out to the tables while Izuku kept up with the food orders by himself in the kitchen. He had just dropped off a couple of teas to the small green-haired girl and large bald guy studying at the table by the windows when the bell at the door chimed again, making him grit his teeth in frustration. He hoped, for Kaminari’s sake, that it was him walking through that door, and not another customer. He took a grounding breath before turning around and nearly jumped out of his own skin when he took in who was standing before him. It was Kirishima—of course it was Kirishima—but that wasn’t what startled him. No, it was how devastatingly handsome he looked. The tacky costume he usually adorned was traded in for a pair of distressed black skinny jeans that were cuffed above a pair of faded and scuffed Docs, a black and red plaid button down, and a dark-wash denim jacket that was littered with various patches. What really took the cake, however, was the lack of the usual spikes; his hair reached to his shoulders, the strands and bangs in the front framing his face while the rest was neatly tucked into a black beanie.

Katuski was startled and floundering for words when Kirishima looked up from his phone and gave him a blinding smile. 

“Dude! I was hoping you would be working tonight,” he grinned, which left Katsuki reeling. He had so many questions for him, the top two being why did he never message him and why did he want Katsuki to be working today in particular. 

“You don’t look as shitty as usual today. I’m impressed,” is what came out of his mouth instead, and he cringed. Smooth Katsuki. Real smooth. A high-pitched yell of ‘you can’t say that, Kacchan!’ came from the kitchen, but Katuski chose to ignore it. There were more important matters at stake than what stupid Deku had to say. Kirishima blinked owlishly at him before busting out into a loud and boisterous laugh that made Katsuki want to further crawl into the grave he was digging himself. 

“Thanks man! I actually tried today.” As his eyes swept over the menu, Katuski could feel his heart racing. This was what a heart attack felt like, wasn’t it? But this was ridiculous—he still was slightly angry with him for ignoring him for the past few weeks. He shouldn’t be standing behind the counter like a flustered school boy, waiting to confess his love to the man of his dreams. That wasn’t Bakugou Katsuki. Never has been, never will be. 

“What can I get for you?” he finally managed to ask, trying to appear nonchalant, though perfectly content with waiting on him for the rest of the night. Screw all of the other extras who needed food. They could wait. 

“I think I would like to do that American style breakfast you guys have. The one with the scrambled eggs. Bacon and sausage please. Meat is my favorite!” he exclaimed and Katsuki fought the urge to roll his eyes. Of course he would be a meathead both figuratively and literally. “And for the drink, I’d like a large caramel iced coffee. Need that caffeine, ya know?” His wide grin was contagious, a small smirk playing on Katsuki’s lips as he completed the transaction.

“Go take a seat. I’ll bring you your food and drink when it’s done,” he said, handing the cash card back to Kirishima. 

“Sounds like a plan, my man! I can’t wait!” He popped his headphones in and took off to find a corner seat by the windows, and Katsuki was finally able to release the deep breath he had been holding. Why was it so hard for him to stay mad at this literal ball of sunshine? It just wasn’t fair.

“Here you go, Nerd. It’s for Kirishima andI will be the one to take his food out to him this time, got it?” Katsuki threatened as he handed the order ticket over to Izuku. 

“Kacchan, you need to be nice to him. One of these days he isn’t going to be so welcoming to you calling him ‘Shitty Hair,’” he warned, taking the ticket from Katsuki. 

“Iam being nice! I said he looked less shitty today!”

“Oh my God, you can’t just tell people they look shitty at all! What is wrong with you?” Katsuki scoffed at him and grabbed the large glass for the drink, but he knew that his cheeks were burning in embarrassment.

“Why are you turning red? It’s not like you… oh holy shit. You’re trying to flirt with him, aren’t you?” Izuku exclaimed and Katsuki whipped around, baring his teeth at him and glaring. 

“Shut up! Do you want the whole cafe to hear you?” Katuski was thankful Kaminari was late, because he would have a field day with this. He was also thankful for the lull in the influx of customers. 

“This is just so totally you, Kacchan,” Deku laughed as he worked on the food, the bacon sizzling on the stovetop. “You are totally going about this the wrong way, though.”

“Oh really? And what would be the right way, Mr. I-Cried-About-Cats-to-My-Girlfriend?” Katsuki took a smug pleasure in Deku’s face flaming bright red at the call out. 

“H-hey! This isn’t about me right now!” he stuttered out. “This is about you and your inability to convey your emotions to others in a normal way.”

“Oh yeah? And what should I do then?” 

“I don’t know. Maybe start by not scowling at the man! I honestly don’t think it would kill you to smile at him. Hell, it may even make his day.” 

“Okay, fine. I’ll try it your way, you heathen,” Katsuki grumbled as he filled the glass with the caramel syrup, ice cubes, and chilled coffee. He may have been slightly aggressive with his stirring of the milk, but no one would be able to prove it. He was just adding a small hill of whipped cream and some caramel syrup to the glass to finish the drink off when the front door flew open. 

“Oh my God, sorry I’m late!” Kaminari announced to the entire cafe and Katsuki ground his teeth in frustration. He was only half an hour late. Jackass. “You wouldn’t believe how long the customer at my last job was talking to me for. You would think that a man who spends his entire day talking to people on the radio would not want to talk to any more people than necessary, but boy was I wrong. Not that I’m complaining though—dude is chill as hell.” He was steps away from the drink bar, from clocking in for his shift, when his attention was drawn to the redhead sitting at the window. A wide grin split his face and he threw his bag behind the counter and bounded over to him, taking the cup from Katsuki as he was on his way to deliver it to Kirishima, and slammed his palms on the table to get his attention, which worked flawlessly as the other jumped, ripping his headphones out of his ears before smiling wide at him, the toothy grin blinding Katsuki from his place behind the counter as he seethed, glaring daggers at the back of the blond’s head.  

“Denki! My man! How are you doing?” Kirishima asked, standing and pulling the smaller man in for a bear hug after taking the drink from him.  

“Been doing great! You know, gotta make that money—I’ve been working nonstop between here and Chargebolt’s, with the occasional show thrown in. Speaking of,” he smiled wide, “there’s a show tonight at Tape Deck. I think it would be perfect if the birthday boy were to grace it with his presence.” Wait a second—it was Kirishima’s birthday? 

“I don’t know, man. It’s been ages since I’ve been to a show,” Kirishima admitted with a bashful smile, scratching the back of his neck. 

“All the more reason for you to come! It will be great—I’ll even do a special song just for you!” 

“I’ll think about it. What’s the address again? It’s been too long.” Katsuki knew he shouldn’t be eavesdropping—it was wrong—but he couldn’t help but to scribble the address that the idiot spewed off onto a piece of receipt paper before stuffing it in his apron pocket. It wasn’t his fault that Kaminari talked for the whole cafe to hear. And it wouldn’t be crazy for him to debate going to the house party himself, not that house parties were his thing, of course. 

“Happy Birthday again, man! I better get back to work before Blasty over there rips my head off. I can already feel his eyes drilling a hole in the back of my head. Hopefully see you tonight!” he called and jogged over to the make line. 

“It’s about damn time you show up, Spark Plug,” he grouched as Kaminari finally got his apron on and settled behind the register. 

“Oh don’t get your panties in a twist, Bakugou. You could run this place with your eyes closed without my help.”

“Just because I could doesn’t mean Iwant to. How do you even have a job still? You’re always late.”  

“It’s because I’m Sato’s favorite,” he grinned. Katuski was trying his hardest to not roll his eyes, but by god was it hard. Kaminari made his blood boil on a good day. Most others he was just insufferable. He took a deep breath and decided to be the bigger man by ignoring Kaminari’s jabs and antics; he was pretty sure that if he got into a fight with the Annoyance, Sato could and would punish him by making him work more shifts with him. And that was something he would rather not deal with, thank you very much. His salvation from Dunce Face came by Deku announcing the order was up. He quickly swiped it from the window with a pointed look at Kaminari, who just gave him a sly grin before making a quick stop at the pastry case, discreetly choosing one—a cinnamon bun—to add to the order. When Katsuki arrived at the table, Kirishima didn’t even notice he was there at first. He was focused on his textbook, a small frown marring his face as he tapped out a beat against the table. Normally, Katsuki would just place the plate of food on the table where there was free space, but the idiot had study materials strewn out about the entire surface of the table. He awkwardly cleared his throat, causing Kirishima to startle and look up at him, pulling out one of his headphones as he scrambled to make room on the table for the food. 

“Thanks man! Sorry about the mess. You can put that here,” he laughed, finally making a small space for the plate. He looked between the cinnamon bun and Katsuki with a confused pout that shouldn’t be as cute as it was. 

“Heard the loudmouth say it was your birthday. It’s on the house,” he grumbled out, averting his gaze as Kirishima let out a blinding smile. Stupid, overly cute actor. 

“You didn’t have to do that! But thanks a lot, man. I really appreciate it.” Katsuki grunted and scratched at the back of his neck, not really knowing what more he should say. Should he just directly ask him why he had been ignoring him, or would that be too blunt to do to someone on their birthday? He wasn’t sure what type of magic this man had, but his earlier irritation with him seemed to melt away. 

“You know, I’m glad you’re the one who brought me my food this time,” Kirishima snickered as he took a bite of one of the sausages, effectively halting Katsuki’s current train of thought. He was confused—he ignored him but was happy to see him? 

“That other employee, Midoriya I think his name is,” he continued around his food, “he’s a sweet guy and all, but he is very intense. He honestly freaks me out a bit. And, you know, I appreciate you giving me his number and all that, but he is most definitely not my type,” he laughed. Of course Deku had to come in and screw stuff up for him. That stupid, fanboy of a nerd—wait what did he just say??

“Hah?” he questioned eloquently. “The hell you just say, Shitty Hair?” He had to be imagining things, right? There was no way that he said he gave Kirishima Deku’s number.

“That you gave me Midoriya’s number? A couple weeks ago, you wrote his number on my drink.” Kirishima was looking at Katsuki like he grew a second head, which was about how he felt right now. 

“No I didn’t! Why in the hell would I give you that shitty nerd’s phone number?” he asked, trying to mask his panic with indifference. 

“Uh, hate to break it to you man, but you totally did. Here, I took a picture of the cup as proof,” he laughed, handing his phone over. Katsuki zoomed in on the picture of the drink and he felt his heart plummet. Staring back at him was Deku’s number—it looked like the last digit had smeared when he had handed the iced drink over those few weeks ago. This was just another reason why he despised that his and Deku’s numbers were only one digit apart from one another. 

“I texted expecting to hear back from you, but imagine my surprise when it was the fan from the cafe. I thought I made a mistake, maybe the barista did mean to give me the cook’s number, but then later he was messaging me asking me to text his buddy Kacchan for him. At least, I think that’s what he was asking. The dude seemed pretty drunk. And then whoever I texted seemed pretty pissed off that night, so I guess I had the wrong number?” Katsuki felt his heart fall to his stomach as the implication that he blocked Kirishima caught up with him. “But you know,” the redhead continued, oblivious of the other man’s panic, “if you weren’t meaning to give me his number, then whose number were you trying to give me?” Kirishima asked with a sly smile as Katsuki wordlessly handed him back the phone. Bakugou looked at him with wide eyes, brain working overtime to try and come up with a response for him.  

“Yo! Kacchan! I could really use your help here!” Kaminari called from the register, unknowingly becoming Katsuki’s savior. He glanced over his shoulder and saw that a small line had formed while he had been in the midst of his gay panic. 

“Oof, looks like things are getting busy for ya. I won’t take up any more of your time. Thanks again for the birthday pastry.” He shot him one more smile before popping his headphones back in, and Katsuki took that as his cue to turn tail, pushing past Kaminari and immersing himself in drink orders to hide his mortification. Of all the stupid things he had done in his life—not that there were many of them—this one had to take the cake. He could feel Deku’s eyes boring holes into the back of his neck, but now was not the time for them to discuss what happened. Not with Dunce Face within hearing distance. He let his mind float away as he fell into the mind-numbing repetitions—ice, coffee, milk, syrup, blend, pour—and before he knew it, the rush was coming to a halt and the customers dwindled down to nothing. 

“What a shift that was, right Kacchan?” Kaminari asked as he stretched his arms above his head, an audible crack filling the air. 

“Quit calling me, Kacchan, moron,” Katsuki grumbled. “Besides, this isn’t even the worst it can get. Just wait until finals week.” As he wiped down the steamer, he glanced out into the lobby, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little disappointed to see that Kirishima had left while they had been busy. But maybe it was better that he left, considering he still hadn’t figured out a way to tell him ‘hey, sorry I was a jackass and blocked you’ without coming off as the world’s biggest asshole. There were a few stragglers left in the lobby, but it looked like they were packing up, which was one less thing for Katsuki to do.

“Hey buddy, do you mind if I dip early?” Dunce Face asked as he leaned against the counter, batting his eyes at him. “I have the show to get ready for tonight and it would be hella cool if you let me go now.” 

“Whatever. It’ll be quicker if it’s just me and Deku closing anyway,” Katsuki grit out. 

“I don’t know if I should be offended or not by that, but you know what? I’m not going to question it. You’re the best Kacchan! See ya!” he laughed, dodging the cleaning rag that Katsuki chucked at him as he clocked out and bolted out the front door. 

“So, Kacchan. What the hell happened earlier? You look like you saw a ghost when you were talking to Kirishima,” Deku asked as he came out of the kitchen to collect the dishes.

“Oh, you know, just came to find out that one, I gave the man the wrong number the last time he was here, and two, when he actually did text me, I cussed him out and blocked him,” Katsuki groaned, leaning his head against the counter. 

“You did what???” Izuku squeaked out, slamming the container on the counter. 

“Oi! Don’t be shrieking at me like a banshee, nerd. You could have told me that you had his number and I wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place,” Katsuki snapped back as he bent down to retrieve the rag he threw at Kaminari, tossing it onto the pile of dirty dishes. 

“Uh, I’m pretty sure I told you I would get Kirishima to talk to you, and I did. You were the one to mess it up.”

“No, you were drunk off your ass, so anything you were spouting as you were blubbering on my back was liable to be bullshit and you know it. That wasn’t my first Drunk Deku rodeo.” 

“We’re gonna have to agree to disagree here, Kacchan,” Izuku sighed and returned to collecting the dishes. “I don’t see what the big deal is, though. You have his number; why don’t you just unblock him and apologize?”

“You’re kidding me, right? Let me just shoot him a quick message like ‘hey, sorry I told you to fuck off—I actually like you and didn’t mean to block you. I just thought it was my roommate pulling a prank on me.’ Like he would believe that over a text message,” he grumbled. 

“Look at you, admitting you like Kirishima. I’m proud of you, Kacchan!” Katsuki sent him a withering glare, which the nerd had the audacity to laugh at. “So, you want to apologize to him in person, then? That will be a little hard considering his visits here are so sporadic, due to his schedule. Then again, he is friends with Kaminari. Maybe we can get him to reach out and arrange a time to be here when you’re on shift. But that would mean we would have to fill Kaminari in on what happened, which could be an issue since you—”

“Cut it out, Deku.” Katsuki really didn’t have the time, nor the patience, to deal with one of Izuku’s ramblings right now. As he went to grab his phone from the apron pocket to check the time, he came across the crumpled up receipt paper. He frowned as he pulled it out, not really remembering what it was, but when he saw the address hastily scrawled out, he suddenly knew just how he would be able to make up for his mistake. 

“Uh, Kacchan, what’s that grin for? You’re scaring me,” Izuku said while slowly inching back toward the kitchen. 

“Let’s get this close done quickly. I had an idea and it’s time I cashed in on that favor you owe me from the Disaster Date.” 

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This was a stupid idea and he knew it; had midterms to study for, so why he was letting a little crush dictate his actions, he didn’t know. Especially when he wasn’t even sure if Kirishima would be there. Despite this, the two of them continued their trek to the aforementioned ‘Tape Deck’ that Kaminari wouldn’t shut up about during their shift. 

“Are you sure this is the right place, Kacchan?” Deku asked as they arrived, taking in the large, slightly dilapidated building. It had definitely seen better days, that’s for sure. Some of the shingles on the roof were missing, the pale yellow paint on the drooping siding was chipped away, and there were cracks in the foundation. If it weren’t for the group of people outside of the house smoking, drinking, and talking amongst themselves, Katsuki would have sworn that Kaminari had given them the wrong address—not that he had actually given it to them in the first place.

“Holy shit...Bakugou?!? Is that you?” Speak of the devil. Kaminari broke away from the small group and made a beeline for them, stopping short and blinking in surprise before a devious smirk broke out across his face. “Bakugou AND Midoriya? Are my eyes deceiving me?”

“Oh shut up, Dunce Face. And put some damn clothes on,” Katsuki grumbled at him while Izuku gave a meager wave. Why Kaminari was wearing a cropped, neon-yellow denim vest as a shirt, with a matching pair of converse, and black leather pants was a mystery to Katsuki. 

“Why? Am I turning you on?” he asked with a smirk and a lifted eyebrow as he fiddled with the choker at his neck. Katsuki clenched his jaw and fists in irritation, simultaneously ready to just give up and go home and plotting how to get away with murder, when Kaminari burst out laughing, bending over and clutching his sides. 

“I’m just kidding, man,” he gasped out between laughs. “Oh my God, you should have seen your face!” He wiped a tear away from his eye as he straightened back up. “In all seriousness, I never imagined I would see either one of you here. No offense.”

“Well, when you kept yammering on about it to the customers, it made me curious, okay?” Katsuki pouted. 

“Would this have anything to do with Kirishima?” he asked slyly, slinging an arm over Katsuki’s shoulder.  

“Why would it have anything to do with Shitty Hair?” Shoving Kaminari off, Katsuki took a step back, crossing his arms over his chest and threw an impressive glare his way. 

“Well, hewas the one I invited here, not you two. Besides, this doesn’t really seem to be your scene,” Kaminari shrugged. “Speaking of, what areyou doing here, Midoriya?” 

“I owed Kacchan a favor. That, and I don’t have a midterm tomorrow, so I figured why not?”

“Ooooh, does this mean it’s both of your guys’ first time at a house show? This is going to be awesome! Follow me!” he beckoned, talking over the two of them as they tried to respond.

“Are those lightning bolts on your back?” Deku questioned and Katsuki scoffed. Leave it to Dunce Face to have a tramp stamp. 

“Yupp! Just a reminder that there’s passion in my pants and I ain’t afraid to show it,” he winked, leading them past the group of party goers and into the house. 

“You’re a menace to society,” Katsuki grumbled while Izuku chuckled loudly. They found themselves in the kitchen, which was also filled with people milling about. The beat up couch to the left was home to a couple who was in the midst of an animated conversation about which model of guitar was better. There was a table shoved up against the wall on the right of them, which held an assortment of snacks and liquors. A faint thrumming could be heard from below them, but it was overpowered by the pulsing beat of a song coming from another room that gave Katsuki flashbacks to middle school. It must have done the same for Deku, if the look of horror he was wearing was any indication. 

“I thought there was supposed to be live music. What’s with this shit?” Katsuki’s griping was cut short by a door by the snack table being flung open, Jirou storming through it and making a beeline for another room in the house. What had once been a faint noise was now jarring feedback reverberating through the entryway. 

“There is live music, but it isn’t going to start for at least another hour,” Kaminari explained as he shut the door, drowning out the noise from downstairs before crossing over to the fridge, grabbing three beers. 

“An hour? Then why were you saying it started at nine?” 

“Dude! Any respectable punk knows that when you say one time, you clearly mean that that’s when the bands start to arrive for sound check,” Kaminari laughed, passing the beers over to the two of them. 

“What type of horseshit is that? Why not just say the show starts later then?” 

“I don’t know, Kacchan. It makes sense to me, sort of. People start to arrive so they can hang out and enjoy the scene, right?” Izuku asked, cracking open his beer with a wary face. Good—the nerd better not get trashed like last time. 

“That’s right! My mans Midoriya gets it!” Kaminari exclaimed as he draped an arm around his shoulder. “It’s all about the ambiance. Gotta get your head in the game before the show starts. And by in the game, I mean piss drunk,” he grinned before downing the beer with speed that was both impressive and slightly terrifying. Jirou came storming back through the kitchen and flew down the stairs, muttered curses coloring her words. An impressively tall man came sauntering in after her and leaned against the doorframe, crossing his heavily tattooed arms. He was dressed pretty plainly—a pair of dark skinny jeans, beat up tri colored vans, and an oversized Dead Kennedys muscle tank that showed off the side piece tattoo that creeped up the right side of his neck. His long hair was shaggy and loose around his face, which was adorned with multiple piercings: snakebites, a nose hoop, and dimple dermals that caught the dim kitchen light as he laughed at Kaminari.    

“Only you liked to get pissed drunk before the shows, Denki. I don’t think there’s ever been a time I’ve seen you sober at a show.”

“Gotta live life to the fullest, man,” he laughed. “Bakugou, Midoriya, this here’s Sero. We call him Long, Lean, and Lanky here!”

“You’re the only one who calls me that and you know it,” Sero groaned, rolling his eyes. “Anyway, nice to meet you both. How do you both have the unfortunate pleasure of knowing Kaminari here?”

“I resent that statement! Beer?” Sero nodded and Kaminari went to fetch him a drink. 

“Work,” Bakugou grunted, trying to not be obvious with how his eyes were roving the room, looking for Kirishima as people started to filter into the small kitchen. 

“Wow, you’re a man of many words.” Deku, the traitor, laughed at Sero’s comment, so Bakugou shoved him lightly. “Work, you say? At the cafe or are you both electricians too? I would say the bar, but you two don’t seem the type who would be into that scene, no offense.”

“Oh, we work at Sugar Rush with Kaminari,” Izuku quickly said before Katsuki could get in a word.    

“Yupp! Blasty here is the Head Bitch—I mean Head Barista in Charge and Midoriya is the cook!” Kaminari chimed in, tossing the beer at Sero and wrapping his arms around Izuku and Katsuki, who quickly shook him off. 

“The cafe, huh. Interesting,” Sero cryptically muttered before cracking open his drink. They stood there, the awkward silence eating at Katsuki and making his skin itch, as Sero seemed to mull over his words. 

“So,” he started as Katsuki took a swig of his beer, “How long have you two been together?” he asked, gesturing between him and Deku and Katsuki choked. Kaminari burst out into raucous laughter, holding his gut as he gave a few huge whacks to Bakugou’s back. 

“Wha-? Me and Kacchan?” Deku squeaked as his face flamed bright red. 

“Why the hell would you think me and that shitty nerd are dating?” Katsuki coughed as he shoved the still laughing Kaminari off of him.       

“You two seem pretty close,” he shrugged. “I just assumed since you came together that you were together.” 

“Haven’t you ever heard about what happens when you assume shit, Soy Sauce Face?” Katsuki growled. “Besides, Deku here isn’t even gay,” he said, jabbing a thumb in Izuku’s direction. 

“I’m not straight either, Kacchan,” he fired back before snapping his mouth shut, cheeks flaming once again. 

“What did you just say?” Katsuki asked, blinking at him. 

“You heard me loud and clear, Kacchan. I’m not straight,” he said defiantly before shrinking back on himself a bit. “I-I guess you would say I’m bisexual. Though I haven’t actually been with a guy before, I'm definitely not opposed to the idea. In fact, if I wasn’t dating Uraraka, I would totally be willing to date a guy. I mean, have you seen Todoroki Shouto?” Sero snorted around his beer at this. “Definitely my celebrity crush. That man is totally walking eye candy, and if I had a chance to meet-”

“Please, for the love of everything, stop,” Katsuki groaned as he cut off Deku’s rambling. “I am entirely too sober to deal with your gay awakening right now.” Kaminari was set off into another round of hysterics as Katsuki pushed past him and yanked open the fridge, grabbing two beers for himself. 

“You should have seen your face, Kacchan! You went from ‘oh my god, I’m gonna kill this man’ to ‘oh hell no, Midoriya did not just say what I think he said’ so quickly I think I gave myself whiplash,” Kaminari snorted as he tried to pilfer the unopened beer from Katsuki’s hand. 

“What have I said? Don’t ever call me Kacchan, Dunce Face, or it will be the last thing you say. And get your grubby hands off me. There’s a fridge full of beer—you don’t need mine,” he bit out, shaking the blond off him. 

“Rude! Sero! Make him give me the beer. It’s your house!”

“He’s right, Denki. There’s really more where that came from. Just go get another one.” Kaminari pouted and walked over to the fridge dejectedly. 

“Can I have another one too? Really didn’t think I would be outing myself at a house party of all places,” Izuku sighed and Katsuki felt a pang of sympathy for him, not that he would say it. 

“Of course, broski! And you don’t have to worry about us at all. This is a homo-safe home, same-team homie,” he grinned, passing the beer over to Izuku and hanging off him like a koala. 

“Not like you live here, or anything,” Sero quipped, a smirk on his face as he finished his beer. “It’s been nice meeting you both, but I need to go see how the band is doing with setup. Jirou was pretty pissed off.”

“Why is the lovely lady so angry?” Kaminari asked and Sero let out a long sigh. 

“For starters, we had to move up Dark Shadow’s set because Loud Cloud is nowhere to be found.”

“Shirakumo? Missing? Who would have thought?” Kaminari snickered, and Sero shot him a glare. 

“You know that moves your set up too, right? Anyway, Ei is also MIA, meaning that they’re now down their rhythm as well. If we don’t hear from him soon, then it looks like I will have to fill in for him.” Soy Sauce face and Dunce Face continued chatting about music and Katsuki nursed his beer, trying to not sulk too much. There was still no sign of Kirishima, much to Katsuki’s dismay. He knew it was a bit of a long shot, especially since Kirishima never gave a definitive answer, but he was hoping that his gut instinct wasn’t wrong. He wasn’t sure why, but he just had a feeling that Kirishima would actually show up tonight.   

“You okay, Kacchan?” Deku asked as he escaped from Kaminari’s hold on him, sipping on his beer occasionally as the conversation continued to unfold despite Sero’s attempts to disengage. 

“Just peachy, nerd,” he grunted. “You know,” he said after a pause, “you didn’t have to out yourself at a party like that. So, are you like, okay or whatever?” 

“It’s not a big deal,” Izuku shrugged. “It was bound to come up eventually. I also wouldn’t have said anything if I didn’t trust you or Kaminari,” he said, picking at the hem of his green flannel.

“Oi, knock that off. You’ll bust the stitching. But I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Aww, Kacchan being nice? I never thought I’d see the day!” Kaminari exclaimed, turning his attention away from Sero, who took the opportunity to sneak away. 

“You’re not going to see tomorrow if you keep calling me Kacchan,” Katsuki grit out. 

“Oh, shush. I know your bark is wayyy worse than your bite. Anygay, come on! You gotta get that full Tape Deck experience, and you won’t get that by just loitering around in the kitchen,” he insisted, worming his way behind the two of them and pushing them toward what Katsuki assumed was the living room on a normal day. Currently, it looked like a clusterfuck of bodies all sprawled out across the couch, loveseat, and folding chairs. The table was decorated with plastic cups and an assortment of crunched up booze cans and the air had a thick haze of smoke that made Katsuki’s eyes water. Deku wasn’t faring any better, given the coughing fit he was currently in the midst of. There was an impressive stereo system off to the side of the seating area, which was currently blaring music that Katsuki was positive would be haunting him for the next few weeks. Whoever allowed Kaminari the ability to pick the pre-show music should be shot on principle alone. 

“Sit, I’ll go get us some more beers!” Kaminari exclaimed after shoving them both to the now-unoccupied couch. Katsuki grit his teeth in annoyance but didn’t fight it—for once he was out of his element, even if only by a little. At least he was dressed more appropriately for a show compared to Deku. While his roommate was sporting his green flannel that was opened to a white shirt that had SHIRT printed across it in English with a pair of jeans and sneakers, Katsuki opted to wearing a dark grey v-neck tee with a pair of black skinny jeans that were ripped at the knees and a pair of black combat boots. He also had lined his eyes with a ring of eyeliner and touched up his black nail polish. As he finished off his beer, he had to admit to himself that the other reason he wasn’t fighting Kaminari’s antics, yet, was because he was doing this for a chance to make up for his piss-poor behavior toward Kirishima. He fought the urge to check his phone, even though he knew Kirishima was still blocked, and turned toward Deku, who looked like he would rather be anywhere but there in that particular moment. A petite blonde woman was sitting so close to him that she was nearly on his lap, an honest-to-god creepy smile stretched across her face as she invaded his personal space.

“Mans is taken, Toga, back off,” Kaminari chided, shoving her off of Deku with his foot as he returned with the booze. She snarled at him, the dangerous glint in her eyes enough to make Katsuki uncomfortable, before she pushed herself off of Deku and threw herself onto the lap of an older blonde man with a long scar down his forehead, who welcomed her with a hearty laugh.

“Sorry about Toga, Midoriya. She can be a bit handsy, but she mostly means well. Otherwise, Awase and Shoji wouldn’t have hired her. She’s definitely crazy in the chair though—she had the bolts on me faster than I knew was possible.”

“I wouldn’t trust her anywhere near my skin with a needle,” Katsuki barked out, taking the proffered beer.

“Like you would let anyone near your skin with a needle, Blasty,” Kaminari teased while perching himself on the table across from Katsuki. “I bet you don’t even have a single tattoo!” Katsuki snorted and rolled his left sleeve up to show off his shoulder cap—a mix of grenades, smoke, and explosions decorating his skin. 

“You were saying, Dunce Face?” he smirked as Kaminari’s eyes went wide. 

“Holy Shit, Kacchan, that’s a sick tattoo! You’re cooler than I thought you were!” Katsuki rolled his eyes as he adjusted his shirt. Izuku was muttering to himself as he sipped at his beer and scrolled through his phone. 

“Whatcha babbling on about over there, nerd?” Katsuki asked as he got more comfortable. 

“Just going back and forth between texting mom and Uraraka to get the plans for this weekend hammered out,” he said off-handedly, more absorbed in his messages than the actual conversation. Great—now he had to either sit in an awkward silence or continue conversing with Dunce Face as he tried to not look around the room like a lost puppy for any sight of Kirishima. Thankfully, Kaminari, and the shitty music surrounding them, was able to fill the void as the minutes passed. Kaminari interacted with many of the patrons of the party, pulling Katsuki into wild conversations that he really didn’t care about, but it made him feel like he actually fit in, which was nice, considering he didn’t have much interaction with others outside of Deku. Which, in retrospect, was slightly worrying, but now was most definitely not the time for him to get sucked into that train of thought. They continued on like this for a while before a loud vibration shook the living room, causing both Katsuki and Izuku to sit up in a panic and look around as everyone else stood up and made their way out of the living room.       

“It’s about TIME! Come on! The show is starting!” Kaminari exclaimed, hopping up and waving them toward the door. Izuku stood and followed Kaminari, but Katsuki hesitated, trying to fight off a pout as he looked toward what he assumed was the front door. 

“Oh come on,” Kaminari groaned, rolling his eyes. “Kiri knows where the basement is. Whenever he gets here, he will find us. Now, stop being such a grumpy lil bitch and come downstairs.”   

“What did you call me?!” he growled out as he jumped up from the couch, ready to kill Dunce Face. 

“You heard me, Kacchan. Now come on—I’m pretty sure we’ve already missed the first song and I’ve got a Jirou to impress over here,” he sighed impatiently shoving the two of them toward the basement. 

“I’m sure she will be totally impressed with you dressed like a cheap hooker,” Katsuki bit out and Kaminari snorted out a laugh. 

“Hey, I resent that! I’m more of a high-dollar escort rather than a hooker. But that’s neither here nor there. May I present to you men, Tape Deck!” he shouted over the cheers as they entered the basement. If Katsuki had thought that the living room was a waking nightmare, he was sorely mistaken and wholly unprepared for the showroom. There were strands of twinkling lights wrapped up with Halloween garland hanging from the ceiling around the entirety of the room. The walls were littered with show posters and canvases, and what wasn’t filled with those was filled with graffiti. A mattress was propped up against a door that led to the outside, and the area to the right of where the band was set up had a mismatch of lawn chairs, bean bag chairs, and a couch with a table in front that was covered with more crushed up cans. Katsuki had to fight a grimace at the floors, which his boots were sticking to, as he followed Kaminari up toward the front of the crowd, Deku trailing behind them. 

“Thank you everyone! It’s nice to see you all here tonight! But you’re not here to listen to me talk, so let’s get this shit on the road!” Jirou called out as the band moved into their next song, her haunting voice filling the air before the drums and guitars kicked into gear. Jirou looked every bit like she belonged right on the makeshift stage, her body swaying to the beat as she belted out the lyrics while she plucked at the strings of her bass. Soy Sauce Face was to her left carrying the tune on the rhythm, and behind her there was a massive silver-haired man banging out the beat on the drums and Katsuki was now entirely convinced that he was related to Kirishima in some way or another. And to Jirou’s right there was a person shrouded in a pure black hoodie shredding out the lead and providing vocals for the chorus. Katsuki squinted, thinking that the combination of his shitty genetics and the poor lighting were deceiving him, but to his horror, neither were.         

"Is that a freakin' bird mask?" he shouted at Kaminari over the music.

"Oh yeah! That's good ol' Tokoyami for you," he laughed. "It's his schtick. Kinda like the one band we had play here whose lead wore one of those Snuggies and a wizard hat. Man, they were great. Maybe they will come back one day." Katsuki blinked. What in the hell was up with these people? 

"But man, you should be so glad that you're getting to see Tokoyami with this mask," Dunce Face continued prattling on all while shoving people who were thrown at him forward. "The last one was the thing of my nightmares, I swear to god. It was like a kindergartener's Papier-mâché project gone wrong. Rumor has it that the band used the money from their merch table for the first few shows to all pitch in and get him the glorious mask seen now. No one knows where Budget Birdman went to. And no one wants to know."

“You all are nuts, I swear to god,” Katsuki guffawed. “What do I do with this?” he asked, gesturing to the empty can in his hand. 

“Just crunch it and toss it—damage control clean up is tomorrow morning,” Kaminari laughed, taking the can and disposing of it himself. 

“I didn’t know Jirou was this good of a singer!” Deku shouted, leaning forward so both men could hear. “I mean, I’ve heard her sing to herself at work when she thinks no one is paying attention, but I didn’t think she was this talented!”

“Kyouka is a beast when it comes to music. I’ve always dabbled around with mixes and stuff myself, but it wasn’t until I met her that I actually learned to play an instrument. I owe a lot to her,” he sighed, a dreamy look in his eyes. 

“You’ve got it bad, you idiot.” 

“Like you have any room to talk, Kacchan. I saw how you were interacting with Kirishima today at work. Boy, you are whipped!” he cackled and Katsuki could feel the blush creeping up his face. Stupid electrician who was too observant for his own good. “Hanta, babe! You’re looking great!” he called out to Soy Sauce Face as they were transitioning to the next song, effectively changing the conversation, which Katsuki was thankful for. The energy of the room was chaotic, the small group of people by the ‘stage’ pushing at one another as the bass line mixed with the lead guitar to create an intoxicating rhythm for everyone to move their bodies to. Kaminari had moved up toward the throng of people, throwing himself into the chaos with maniacal laughter while Deku stayed close to Katsuki, sipping on his beer and swaying to the music. As the songs would come to a close and fade into the newer ones, even Katsuki found himself being impressed with how well the band was playing, even if he was confident that he could play the drums better than the Tin Can. He wondered, briefly, what the band would sound like if this mysterious Ei person had shown up, but that was quickly expelled from his head when a fist connected with his face. 

“What the fuck?” he growled as he staggered back, wiping drool from his chin. His shirt was soaked and he was seething. He whipped his head around and he swore he saw that Toga chick from earlier smirking as she threw herself back into the fray.  

“Whoa whoa whoa! Calm down, Kacchan!” Dunce Face pleaded, flitting over to his side and holding him back. “It’s just a mosh pit! Shit like this happens all the time. You just gotta shrug it off! 

“Shrug it off? That bitch just punched me in the face!”

“It was probably an accident man. A casualty of a good time.” Katsuki squinted his eyes in suspicion at Kaminari, who leveled him with his own stare, off-handedly pushing people back into the mosh pit as they were thrown his way. “Come on, man. Live a little—what’s the worst that could happen? Or are you too much of a wuss to get a couple of scratches and bruises?” he taunted and Katsuki saw red. 

“I’ll show you who’s the wuss, Dunce Face,” he grit out before cautiously stepping into the horde of people, trying to dodge the elbows and writhing bodies. Kaminari immediately threw himself at him, and he pushed him away quickly, throwing him toward another party-goer. There was a small rush he felt as he got to throw the other man around, and he immediately understood the appeal of mosh pits. His grin became manic as he really threw himself into the fray. 

“Alright, ya heathens! Last song of the night, in honor of the birthday boy here!” Jirou announced and Katsuki perked up, scanning the room for any sight of Kirishima when he realized that Jirou wasn’t talking about him, but was instead talking about the possibly-related-to-Kirishima drummer. Before he could let the disappointment set in, the room filled with the feedback from the guitar before the drums picked up, and he felt his adrenaline kicking in. The song definitely had a grunge feel to it, which was right up his alley. He felt sudden appreciation for the Tin Can for his choice of music. 

“Hell yeah! This is some real Dark Shadow right here!” Kaminari shouted as he jumped nearly a foot in the air before launching himself towards his next unsuspecting victim. Between the beat and the surprisingly haunting vocals from BirdMan, Katsuki felt himself getting thrown into a trance of thrashing. He felt more free than he had in months—honestly, this was the most free he had felt since the beginning of the semester—and now he understood why his classmates decided to go to parties. He felt like he was on top of the world, like nothing could ever make him crash down. 

Of course, that had to be when everything went to shit. He had made his way back to the edge of the mosh pit to catch his breath when the tall man who Toga had been hanging all over in the living room came staggering backwards toward him, knocking him into the person behind him. The two of them hit the ground, and Katsuki swore he heard a sickening crunch from below him. 

“Man down! Man down!” Kaminari shouted as he appeared from nowhere to help Katsuki up. “You okay?” he asked. 

“Just peachy,” he grunted out, eyes narrowing at the large man who was profusely apologizing to him before escaping back to the crowd. He turned back around at Kaminari’s exclamation of ‘oh shit’ and he felt his stomach drop as he took in Deku clutching at his arm, tears rimming his eyes as Dunce Face gingerly helped him up. 

“Kacchan, I think it’s broken,” he whimpered as they moved away from the crowd and toward the stairs. 

“What do you mean broken? Aren’t your bones like indestructible or some shit from breaking them all the time as a kid?” he asked in a panic, to which Midoriya fixed him with a deadpan stare. 

“You and I both know that’s not how that works.”

“Fuck. Yeah, you’re right. Shit I’m so sorry Deku. I didn’t mean to… Fuck!” He was close to pulling his hair out at this point. Kaminari looked like he wanted to say something, but didn’t have the words for it, which was preferable, really. Katsuki wasn’t sure he could take any of Dunce Face’s ramblings right now.

“It’s not your fault. Come on, we gotta get going if we want to make it to the hospital at a decent hour,” Izuku sighed, already maneuvering his way up the stairs. Katsuki blindly followed him up the stairs, mind moving a million miles an hour as he contemplated just how entirely pissed Auntie Inko was going to be with him over this. Here he was, getting Deku in trouble just because he was a love-struck fool, not that he would ever admit that out loud to anyone, the nerd especially. He wasn’t watching where he was going and collided with someone else, falling on his ass for the second time that night just as he stepped outside. 

“Hey man! Are you ok—wait? Bakugou? ” the other asked incredulously and Katsuki’s head snapped up to see Kirishima standing over him, his hand outstretched in an offer to help him up. Katsuki quickly took it, floundering for words as the man he had been searching for all night was now right in front of him, hauling him up, and he couldn’t get his mouth to cooperate. Just as he was about to finally get a sentence out—specifically ‘how did you know my name?’—Deku interrupted. 

“Kacchan? Where are yo— oh,” he squeaked as his eyes flitted between Katsuki and Kirishima. He looked like he was about to say something else but winced in pain instead as someone passing by accidentally jostled his arm. Right—he couldn’t keep making Izuku wait while he was making a fool out of himself. 

“Thanks,” he finally managed to grit out as he pulled his hand free. “I’ll see you around?” he asked and turned away without waiting for an answer. Deku gave him a questioning look but otherwise kept his mouth shut as they left Tape Deck. As they settled on the train towards the nearest hospital, Katsuki rested his head in his hands, ignoring the shrieking from Auntie Inko as Izuku called to let her know what was going on, and let the fatigue sit in. The look of disappointment that crossed Kirishima’s face as Katsuki walked away from him was haunting him. His only hope now was that he didn’t screw up his chance to make things right with Kirishima. Surely there would be another opportunity, right?

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