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[hardons]

Yeah yeah, I'll be careful. [ bakugou should get his own motorcycle though. it'd be hot. he looks great on a motorcycle, with his legs around it and--

--okay, focus, otherwise kirishima's dick is going to embarrass him and then he's definitely not going to be able to have dinner with bakugou out of his own shame.

thankfully, he does not embarrass himself, and they get to best jeanist's agency just fine. kirishima gives bakugou's waist one more squeeze (and oh, it's so perfectly squeezable in his arms, way more than he remembers); ] Thanks, Bakugou! [ before he has to let go and hop off the motorcycle. mentally, kirishima makes a note to see if he can get bakugou to drive them to dinner on it, or even take him back to his apartment on it. that'd be fun. ]

Man, it still looks like I remember! [ he laughs, ] You'll have to lead the way though, I wanna see your desk and stuff!

[madfuckingcalm]

[His boobs were so pillowy against Bakugou's back. Holy shit. The lusty teenage years have hit late because all Bakugou can think about is get that dick, get him, do not let him leave before you get his ass to fuck you. It's embarrassing, he feels like fucking Dunce Face over here. Or worse, that god damn Grape Head. Eugh.]

-what? Fuck. [STOP!! HUMILIATING YOURSELF, MAN!] Fine, this way. It's not like I have an office, [Bakugou grumbles, because no matter how much Best Jeanist likes him, he is technically still a newer hero and doesn't get special treatment. Bakugou badges them into his department, leading Kirishima over to a decently sized desk, bordering another one that looks much more decorated, waving a hand as if saying here we are.] There. Fascinating enough for you? [He's just gonna get the police paperwork, pull out a blank Operations packet and start filling out the relevant data, not bothering to sit down in the admittedly very comfortable looking chair.]

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[ kirishima only notices the way bakugou seems to be half zoned out because he's staring too, taking in all the differences years of experience have afforded him and all the ways he's still very much the same blasty as the day they met. it's endearing, and man, kirishima hopes something happens today - even if that something is dinner and a promise to meet up again later in the week. would he like more? yeah, a lot more. but kirishima has never had a barometer on bakugou's emotions when it comes to anything romantic, even less on anything sexual, so kirishima isn't counting on himself getting so lucky so fast.

the desk is plain, especially compared to the desk next to it, but it's clean and organized and, ] Yeah, that's your desk alright. [ kirishima laughs, taking the chair bakugou won't as he pulls out his own (crumpled at the corners) paperwork from his backpack and a pen off bakugou's desk to finish it up as fast as possible so they can get some grub. ]

[madfuckingcalm]

[doing advanced trigonometry in his head to determine how much time should pass before the cringe factor of fucking his high school best friend fades enough to go for it]

Shut the hell up. Once I get the cash I'm opening my own practice; what's the point in getting settled here? [Bakubabe you have been at this agency for years, there is no excuse for this. Signs his annoying report, shoves it into an inter-office manila envelope and walks over to drop it into Best Jeanist's inbox next to his closed office door.] You got a change of clothes with you?

[hardons]

[ LAUGHS ] Yeah yeah, I hear you. [ but kirishima isn't any different - he does also want to start his own place when he has the time with friends...

...haha, unless?

kirishima wraps up his paperwork quickly, putting it back in his backpack so he can take it back to osaka when this is all said and done. ] Yeah, it'll just take me a minute!

[ without getting up from the chair, kirishima starts by undoing his shoulder pieces and pulling down the sleeves, giving a little sigh of relief. the shoulder pieces get tight after a while, and he rubs out the clear red marks from where they've been sitting around his armpit and next to his pecs before pulling out a tshirt and the change of pants. ]

[madfuckingcalm]

Wh- Stop. [Grabs Kirishima's wrist! DON'T GO ANY FURTHER. You- fuckin-] There's cameras here, you fucking idiot! Come on. [Holy shit like, Kirishima was rubbing his nips or whatever. Feeling his own self up. Probably doing it for completely normal reasons but Bakugou's lizard brain rattled itself out of its long slumber and is now biting ferociously at the bars of its cage.

Maybe he can rub it out FOR Kirishima SHUT UP

Bakugou grabs onto- well now he doesn't have a sleeve or shoulder pads or something else to grab onto, so he has no choice but to grab onto Kirishima's belt and drag him in the direction of the locker rooms before shoving him inside.] Use the fucking shower too, you reek. Dispensers on the far wall.

[He will. Wait out here. He's not going to risk showering at the same time as Kirishima when he's in this state. He can barely handle that chest now, he'll be dead in a minute if he tries to look at that motherfucker's skin while it's wet.]

[hardons]

Huh? Seriously? [ kirishima's surprised - fatgum's office has cameras too, but not by their desks, so he didn't even think about it.

but he doesn't get to ask more or even think about it, because kirishima is just scrambling to keep ahold of his change of clothes while bakugou is now pulling him towards the locker room - which, wow, kirishima knows he weighs a lot so the fact bakugou can just hoist him up from the chair does Something to his own lizard brain. and not to mention he's got his hand on his belt, dangerously close to his ass. god. kirishima is trying Not to think about it when they're this close, and just prays bakugou doesn't notice him blushing. ] Oi, c'mon, I can walk!

[ oh well. the locker rooms are right there so kirishima can't do much but sigh and put his stuff aside once bakugou isn't holding his pants. ]

You're not gonna join me?

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[BOOM]

Kirishima, so help me if you don't go get in that FUCKING SHOWER I'm going to kick your ass all the way back to FUCKING OSAKA! [SHOVES Kirishima into the locker room and with some (mild) explosions, too! GET IN THERE!!!!]

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[ LAUGHS

damn, he forgot how fun it was to rile bakugou up to the point of explosion. it just isn't the same over the text. ] So mean Blasty!

[ it's fine. he's fine. he goes towards the showers and gets undressed, doing a quick rinse of his body and deciding he'll deal with his hair in the morning since it takes so damn long to dry. he shuts off the water, looks around, and - oh. kirishima pokes his head out of the shower area; ]

Hey Bakugou, where are t-- oh I see them, never mind!

[ and so, kirishima steps out of the shower, ass out, to where the extra towels are kept to start drying off in the locker room before he gets changed into his normal day to day clothes. ]

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[THE DICK BIG AND THE ASS FAT]

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[There is a tremendous clatter of noise from when Bakugou runs into a wall of lockers, then punches and kicks it. The fucking hair was down!!! Obviously, because he showered! The- the chest was wet! THE BACK WAS SHREDDED AND THE LEGS WERE IMMACULATE!

This isn't fucking fair! How come Bakugou wasn't allowed to see things like this before high school ended?! He'd have locked this shit down THE FUCKING INSTANT he burned that vision into his eyeballs! Holy shit! Have other people fucked Kirishima?! Does he need to go back in time and kill them???!]

OI! Get over here when you get dressed!!

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[ kirishima is minding his own business, drying off, putting his boxers on and grabbing his cargo shorts, when he jolts at all that clatter; ] Woah, you okay?!

[ seriously dude, what. kirishima's quick to throw on those shorts and t-shirt before he jogs over to inspect the lockers that just got punched. ]

You see a roach or something?

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[A motherfuckin'...titty bar shirt. Of course. Bakugou almost rubs his face but he's already here, he's already committed.

Every single rule about how to properly conduct oneself within society that Best Jeanist has spent years carefully sewing into Bakugou's head is ruthlessly discarded so he can say,] You're hotter than ever. I wanna fuck you.

If it's a yes, dinner's fine. ...if it's a no dinner's fine too, but I'm not goin' just to "feel things out" or however the fuck losers who date all the time do it.

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...Huh?

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Wait, what- Really? [ kirishima actually reaches up and rubs his fingers in his ears to make sure there's no water in them because holy shit, bakugou just said he wants to fuck holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit he was NOT ready for this!! he didn't even know bakugou cared about fucking!!! he's blushing like crazy out here!!!!! ] You think I'm hot?! Like that hot!??!

[ kirishima is leaning in like if he doesn't see bakugou up close and personal he's not going to believe it - but god he fucking wants this to be real. he starts laughing, probably delirious with all the emotion rushing up through his brain right now ]

Oh my god. Yes, holy shit, I mean, I've liked you for a while so we should definitely-- [ cue stomach growling

cue kirishima freezing. then laughing again, like a normal person now. ]

--get dinner and go to your place.

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"You think I'm hot?" [Bakugou mimics in an annoyingly high-pitched voice with a sneer, partially because Kirishima's insecurity-slash-obliviousness is as irritating as ever, and partially to distract himself from the thought that Kirishima is down to bone. Like, tonight, potentially.

Bakugou puts a hand on Kirishima's face and shoves him out of his space, again with a muted blast for emphasis.] Get outta my fuckin' bubble, hair for brains! Go scroll through your fucking hero tag while I shower, fucking. Remind yourself that people actually do wanna fuck you on the regular. ["I've liked you for a while," LIKE. WHO SAYS THAT. GO DIE.]

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You sure you want me out? I thought you wanted to fuck! [ kirishima can't stop laughing or blushing, using bakugou's own dirty mouth in retaliation for shoving him away. he's too thrilled about this turn of events, about getting this huge truth off his chest and knowing that it - it could work out. it's huge to kirishima in a way that's going to keep settling in all night he think.

while bakugou showers, he definitely isn't going to bother looking up his hero tag. what he IS going to look up is where's the closest drug store to pick up condoms and lube and maybe also how to do sex good ]

[madfuckingcalm]

[It's probably a good thing Kirishima isn't going into his hero tag on socmed, considering it's trending alongside 'Dynamite' and 'ITS HAPPENING' and 'EVERYBODY CALM THE FUCK DOWN' and so on. Apparently there is a niche following for their professional relationship ever since UA, which is...weird. And embarrassing. And flattering.

Bakugou showers with military efficiency, in and out in a matter of two minutes. His hair is still damp when he storms out of the locker room, towel around his shoulders and decked out in -per usual- a black tank and black cargo pants tucked into his black and orange combat boots. -okay, so he picked the tank over his regular t-shirt on purpose, because he knows his shoulders and arms look good, and he wants to catch Kirishima looking if possible.]

Let's go, [Bakugou orders, barely looking at Kirishima to help avoid being embarrassed at potentially being so obvious, snatching up the motorcycle helmet from his desk and heading back out to the bike. He technically only had it for the mission today but you know what? If he gets yelled at, then he gets yelled at. Fuck Best Jeanist if he does though, maybe he wants Kirishima pressed against his back as much as possible.]

[hardons]

[ it's one thing to know his friends think he should've confessed to bakugou ages ago and started dating him for real, but it would totally be another if kirishima found out strangers were saying the same thing. he'd probably lose it.

but he doesn't, instead has three different convenience stores pinned on his map and halfway through a very weird wikihow article when bakugou gets out of the shower with his arms out looking really, really hot. kirishima is definitely staring.

the only thing that gets him to stop is to see bakugou going for the bike again, and kirishima grins so wide and his ears get pink. ] Yeah! You need directions to the place?

[ don't worry bakugou - kirishima is very happy to wrap his arms around bakugou's waist, leaving them pressed together knee to shoulder for the entirety of the ride to the restaurant. knowing now that bakugou is into that shit? hell yeah he's going to lean into it and get everything he can out of it. ]

[madfuckingcalm]

[This motorcycle ride is both less and more stressful than the first; because now he's allowed to enjoy Kirishima absolutely slathered across his back (wow wow wow ok maybe that should be the plan for tonight), but also he's not allowed to enjoy it too much since they have to go be in public for a while. Bakugou cools down by thinking about Izuku doing that irritating mumbling thing he does.

Even though they're still small-time heroes, technically, given everything that occurred with Shigaraki with class 1-A at the center of it, Bakugou and Kirishima are still very recognizable figures. When they pull up to the restaurant Kirishima gets plenty of glances and whispers of his own, but once Bakugou takes off his helmet the response predictably doubles, and then some. These two? Out in the wild, together? Are they hanging out, will they give photos? Is it something more? A couple phones come out and start taking video.

Bakugou snarls and shoves one of the phones down, predictably, before marching into the establishment and demanding a more private booth. Luckily there's one available so he gets to feel important when he and Kirishima are led over to a more secluded corner, when it was just good fortune. He's not that famous yet.

Sitting across from Kirishima at a table is so nostalgic that Bakugou's chest feels a little strange. He eyeballs him as he browses the menu, very gently scraping the tips of his teeth over his lip as he thinks, like he always did.

...handsome.] How's, [Bakugou starts, haltingly. He doesn't do this nearly often enough to be comfortable with it (yet).] How's, uh. Fatgum's treating you?

[hardons]

[ the ramen restaurant is packed even at this hour, and kirishima is surprised that people still recognize him so easily in tokyo. it made sense in high school, but after a few years in osaka he figured he'd be a less noticeable face (like his tall, built, huge red presence wouldn't be easily spotted anywhere). it's less surprising that bakugou is noticed, or that he's shoving away people's phones to avoid pictures.

kirishima shouldn't laugh, but of course he does, giving a wave to the crowd; ] Catch us for pictures when we're on the clock!

[ right now, kirishima wants privacy with bakugou, so the booth is a blessing. what's also a blessing is that this menu looks fantastic, and yeah, as much as he wants to kiss bakugou stupid across every possible surface, he's starving. ]

Great! He's getting me on some good cases and even running some on my own. Plus, he's been awesome getting my workout regime in order. [ kirishima lifts up his arm to flex his bicep, which is indeed huge, just to show off for bakugou. ]

How about Best Jeanist huh? How's it been going with him and the agency?

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[Bakugou kicks a leg out under the table to get comfortable, and his foot just so happens to rest against Kirishima's ankle down there. So...he doesn't move it.

It's familiar. This would happen sometimes back in school, especially in their third year when they were still both not sure what the other guy wanted, was going for, what they wanted- when they were stupid, apparently, as evidenced by their earlier short conversation. Confession? Mother fuck.]

That asshole, [Bakugou scoffs, though Kirishima can probably see the fondness mixed in with the irritation. Best Jeanist is like that one cousin who is such a dick but also just really gets you, so you would rather hang out with him at the cookout than the rest of your family that you like even less. The guy is the opposite of Bakugou in almost every single way. He's also saved his life and mourned when he thought Bakugou had been killed (which, technically...he had). It's difficult to truly dislike someone after all that.] The sooner I get my own practice, the better. He's been getting on my last goddamn nerve lately.

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[ it's not lost on kirishima how nostalgic this is - just the two of them, shooting the shit, catching up, getting food, bakugou's foot right against his ankle and his heart fluttering with it. if he closes his eyes, he can practically pretend he's still in high school.

the only difference now is that he knows bakugou is actually down to make out with him and even have sex, and that makes a helluva difference. kirishima has to try his damndest not to stare at bakugou's mouth while he talks.

but even that's the same. bakugou's nicer about best jeanist than he was when he first started his internship and kirishima can tell, laughing as bakugou finishes up. ] Sounds like it's going good then! Ah, but opening your own practice huh, that's cool. How far along are you in the whole application process and stuff?

[ if anyone's doing it to stake it out on their own by now, it's bakugou. kirishima's been getting started on some of the preliminary stuff himself, thinking about setting up on his own but... well, he doesn't want to jinx anything. ]

[madfuckingcalm]

[Their waiter brings over their drinks and a plate of takoyaki to get them started, updates them that their noodles will be over shortly before leaving. Bakugou immediately reaches for the chili sauce, spearing a ball with a toothpick to transfer it onto his own small serving plate and starts dousing it in Double Fire HATTO!! Sauce. RIP his sinuses. Maybe he should reconsider doing that if he's going to be the one taking dick tonight though.]

Still in review. They're taking for-fucking-ever going over my hours; how the fuck are any of us gonna categorize that shit though? [Shoves the takoyaki into his mouth, uncaring that it is both drenched in hot sauce and one batrillion degrees of molten lava on the inside] Bastards should just give exceptions for our year.

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[ while bakugou lays on the hot sauce, kirishima is getting all the sauce off the plate and all the toppings onto his takoyaki. he's not leaving any of that deliciousness to waste - and while maybe he'd add a little spice to his, if this night goes where he wants it to, he'll probably get some of that spicy spicy flavor later. ]

Man, no kidding. Everyone knows we got plenty of experience and then some!

Plus, I get the categorizing hours thing is for accountability, but no one can be that specific. Tryin' to keep up with all their rules about it for the forms is a pain. [ kirishima sighs, not realizing what he's starting to let slip here as he starts to eat the takoyaki himself. it's pretty damn hot on the inside though, so he's got his mouth half open to let the steam out. ]