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. ]
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!!!!]
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. ]
[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???!]
[ 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. ]
[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.
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. ]
"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.]
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 ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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?
[ 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?
[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.
[ 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. ]
[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.
[ 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. ]
[Bakugou probably doesn't even look like he's affected at all, but he is watching Kirishima pretty closely. One: it's always interesting to see Kirishima get irate over something that doesn't have anything to do with Bakugou's behavior. He's kind of hot when he's mad. Two: those teeth are so fucken sharp. Maybe he could get Kirishima to bite him later. Not bloody, but like...yeah. Marks.
Three. At least now he's sure that it really is everybody who was involved in that clusterfuck with Shigaraki that's now having to jump through a hundred and one hoops just to get properly approved and certified. Even Deku's still technically operating under another agency, even though he's on the rankings board like he's a stand alone hero.]
Yo, you're gonna fuck me later. [oh that's not what he meant to say. well, it's out there]
Mnm!? [ kirishima makes an embarrassing noise with his mouth still full when bakugou decides to blindside him with that. yeah, they're on a - on a date of some kind, and the idea is that they'd go back and fuck at his place. still, going from talking about categorizing work hours and filling out forms to this is not what he expected.
with a cough kirishima swallows, cheeks splotchy pink. ]
Well, yeah, I mean, that was the plan right? I wanna do it as long as you do. I mean I - [ kirishima knocks his leg against bakugou's with a nervous laugh, ] I was never sure if you were interested.
[ not to mention they were both so busy, both trying to make their dreams of being heroes come true after the mess of shigaraki's attacks - there was a lot going on for a teenager! ]
[Well, maybe it was kind of tangential in a completely unspoken way; Bakugou had been thinking about the entire ordeal with Shigaraki and the League of Villains. He thought about how most of their classmates had been saying their goodbyes that morning, because none of them were sure if they'd all see each other again when it was all over (for any number of reasons). He thought about how his vision had gone dark and how he'd been thinking of Izuku, All Might, and in the tiniest specks of consciousness, his mom and dad. How he'd thought of Kirishima later, after waking up with a heart that hurt with every beat, as he lay on the ground and wheezed and wondered if he would die again if Izuku's fight got any closer. He hadn't had anything left, then. His single working hand had kept twitching in pain, and he'd wished there was someone else's hand in it to keep his fingers steady. Kirishima had always been pretty good at that.
And then, stupidly, two years of him focusing on his career and ignoring everything else. Kirishima's ankle is so fucking solid and warm. Bakugou wants to be covered and pressed down by every inch of his best friend, and the desire is intense.
The waiter comes back with their bowls, setting them down. Bakugou digs in without an answer to Kirishima's non-question, to give them both some space to think and dwell on that. Kirishima had liked him for a while; romantically, probably. Bakugou's not sure about that yet, still doesn't know his capacity for something like that. Maybe he's not capable of all that flowers and champagne bullshit.
He does know he doesn't want any body else in this world to play footsie with him under the table, though. Maybe that's enough to count.]
I meant, [Bakugou says lowly later, halfway through his bowl of ramen and taking a moment to let the food settle,] I want you on me. [Flicks his eyes up to fix sharply on Kirishima. This isn't really the appropriate place to talk about specifics, but Bakugou's never been anything but exacting. He's also not sure he's gonna be able to keep his hands to himself once they get into his apartment, so he wants all of this squared away before they arrive.] I already told you I'm interested. This is logistics. I want you to fuck me. We can switch it up later if you want it. But tonight we do it how I want. [Slurps up another mouthful of noodles.] Got it?
[ bakugou doesn't answer with words, but he doesn't pull away or look away at kirishima getting a little sappy, either. and maybe to some that wouldn't be enough, or a rejection by omission, but kirishima knows better. years of work might have kept their interactions to a minimum, but all that time they spent together in ua between helping each other, fighting side by side, growing together - that's still there as a foundation that isn't breaking any time soon. kirishima knows what to look for in the funny way bakugou shows he cares, like in the way he gets quiet, or the way he's willing to say exactly what he's expecting, and definitely in the way he's kept his foot around kirishima's ankle for the whole night now.
his smile goes so soft around the edges, expression as warm as the steam from his ramen bowl wafting up on his face (extra chashu, extra egg). and without the waiter noticing, kirishima scoots his chair forward so he can get knock knees with bakugou beneath the table, letting their little game of footsie get even closer. sure, he wanted bakugou as a boyfriend - but that didn't stop him from wanting bakugou in bed in the slightest. he's hot, strong, demanding of your best in a way that gets kirishima excited in way too many ways.
it's also why it's rough to hear bakugou talk about all this while he's slurping up noodles. they're still in public, and his applications for getting his own hero's agency is going to be in ruins if he gets caught with a hard on in a restaurant. ]
Logistics of sex? [ ok, nevermind about the hard on problem. calling sex talk "logistics" is very unsexy. ] Listen, I said I wanted to do this with you. I meant it. [ and, because he wants to see if he can push bakugou's buttons at least a little, kirishima leans in over his bowl with a much wider grin, ] I'll make sure I fuck you so good you forget your own name.
[There is literally nothing sexier than getting the logistics squared away so a plan goes off without a hitch, but ok if Kirishima wants to be all normal about it
That's
Just as good.
Bakugou's eyes cut sharply up to Kirishima over his noodle bowl, even as he's sucking up another mouthful. Those vicious teeth come out as Kirishima leans closer, lowers his voice almost to a whisper, no less intense for the lack of volume. Being told Kirishima will fuck him good is great, but the way he says it-
I'll be your horse that never crumbles!
That confident, almost arrogant promise, that nearly reckless devotion to Bakugou's ideas and plans, that he'll see it through with Bakugou, come hell or high water. It's that climbing up to meet him, at Bakugou's insane level of intensity; Kirishima not only agreeing to give Bakugou what he wants, but swearing to do it so well that Bakugou will fall over himself to get that same cooperation again and again. It's probably some weird kink shit. It's probably what made their friends side-eye them so hard when they started making plans to kill each other in training ('kill' but like...it was a Lot for some weaklings apparently).
Bakugou sucks up the noodles and chews, eyes never leaving Kirishima's for those few brief moments before he turns and throws his arm over the back of his chair to holler,] Check!
[ what can he say? kirishima's a simple gay man attracted to explosive confidence and wants to do everything in his power to push himself to be bigger and better, to be the kind of hero he aspired to be when he was a nervous, awkward middle schooler. even better when it comes from a smoking hot guy who looks at him with a glare sharp enough to cut glass, whose not only ready to meet kirishima where he is but to make sure he pushes himself even further, or else.
how could he not be attracted to bakugou, really?
bakugou turns and asks for the check, and kirishima laughs so hard he has to lean back in his seat, too loud and not caring that it turns heads a little. they don't know, so it's fine. all kirishima cares about it making sure him and bakugou are out of here as fast as possible.
of course, that means that while they wait on the waiter to grab the check, kirishima is woofing down the rest of his noodles and meat as fast as he can so he has all his energy for tonight. he also does it because when the waiter gets back, kirishima can be first to whip out his wallet and pay the waiter. ] Thanks man!
[ and, before bakugou blows him up for sniping the check - ] You can get the next one, 'kay?
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Date: 2024-09-09 02:20 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-09-13 09:28 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-09-13 07:32 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-09-14 12:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-09-14 12:56 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-09-14 01:23 am (UTC)[ 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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Date: 2024-09-14 02:17 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-09-14 02:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-09-14 03:01 am (UTC)[ 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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Date: 2024-09-21 09:32 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-09-22 02:27 am (UTC)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 ]
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Date: 2024-09-29 09:28 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2024-09-29 05:25 pm (UTC)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. ]
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Date: 2024-10-05 05:45 pm (UTC)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?
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Date: 2024-10-05 08:58 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-10-29 02:55 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-10-30 01:17 am (UTC)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. ]
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Date: 2024-10-30 02:31 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-10-30 02:46 am (UTC)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. ]
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Date: 2024-10-30 02:56 am (UTC)Three. At least now he's sure that it really is everybody who was involved in that clusterfuck with Shigaraki that's now having to jump through a hundred and one hoops just to get properly approved and certified. Even Deku's still technically operating under another agency, even though he's on the rankings board like he's a stand alone hero.]
Yo, you're gonna fuck me later. [oh that's not what he meant to say. well, it's out there]
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Date: 2024-10-30 03:07 am (UTC)with a cough kirishima swallows, cheeks splotchy pink. ]
Well, yeah, I mean, that was the plan right? I wanna do it as long as you do. I mean I - [ kirishima knocks his leg against bakugou's with a nervous laugh, ] I was never sure if you were interested.
[ not to mention they were both so busy, both trying to make their dreams of being heroes come true after the mess of shigaraki's attacks - there was a lot going on for a teenager! ]
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Date: 2024-10-30 03:27 am (UTC)And then, stupidly, two years of him focusing on his career and ignoring everything else. Kirishima's ankle is so fucking solid and warm. Bakugou wants to be covered and pressed down by every inch of his best friend, and the desire is intense.
The waiter comes back with their bowls, setting them down. Bakugou digs in without an answer to Kirishima's non-question, to give them both some space to think and dwell on that. Kirishima had liked him for a while; romantically, probably. Bakugou's not sure about that yet, still doesn't know his capacity for something like that. Maybe he's not capable of all that flowers and champagne bullshit.
He does know he doesn't want any body else in this world to play footsie with him under the table, though. Maybe that's enough to count.]
I meant, [Bakugou says lowly later, halfway through his bowl of ramen and taking a moment to let the food settle,] I want you on me. [Flicks his eyes up to fix sharply on Kirishima. This isn't really the appropriate place to talk about specifics, but Bakugou's never been anything but exacting. He's also not sure he's gonna be able to keep his hands to himself once they get into his apartment, so he wants all of this squared away before they arrive.] I already told you I'm interested. This is logistics. I want you to fuck me. We can switch it up later if you want it. But tonight we do it how I want. [Slurps up another mouthful of noodles.] Got it?
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Date: 2024-10-30 04:02 am (UTC)his smile goes so soft around the edges, expression as warm as the steam from his ramen bowl wafting up on his face (extra chashu, extra egg). and without the waiter noticing, kirishima scoots his chair forward so he can get knock knees with bakugou beneath the table, letting their little game of footsie get even closer. sure, he wanted bakugou as a boyfriend - but that didn't stop him from wanting bakugou in bed in the slightest. he's hot, strong, demanding of your best in a way that gets kirishima excited in way too many ways.
it's also why it's rough to hear bakugou talk about all this while he's slurping up noodles. they're still in public, and his applications for getting his own hero's agency is going to be in ruins if he gets caught with a hard on in a restaurant. ]
Logistics of sex? [ ok, nevermind about the hard on problem. calling sex talk "logistics" is very unsexy. ] Listen, I said I wanted to do this with you. I meant it. [ and, because he wants to see if he can push bakugou's buttons at least a little, kirishima leans in over his bowl with a much wider grin, ] I'll make sure I fuck you so good you forget your own name.
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Date: 2024-11-01 01:59 am (UTC)That's
Just as good.
Bakugou's eyes cut sharply up to Kirishima over his noodle bowl, even as he's sucking up another mouthful. Those vicious teeth come out as Kirishima leans closer, lowers his voice almost to a whisper, no less intense for the lack of volume. Being told Kirishima will fuck him good is great, but the way he says it-
I'll be your horse that never crumbles!
That confident, almost arrogant promise, that nearly reckless devotion to Bakugou's ideas and plans, that he'll see it through with Bakugou, come hell or high water. It's that climbing up to meet him, at Bakugou's insane level of intensity; Kirishima not only agreeing to give Bakugou what he wants, but swearing to do it so well that Bakugou will fall over himself to get that same cooperation again and again. It's probably some weird kink shit. It's probably what made their friends side-eye them so hard when they started making plans to kill each other in training ('kill' but like...it was a Lot for some weaklings apparently).
Bakugou sucks up the noodles and chews, eyes never leaving Kirishima's for those few brief moments before he turns and throws his arm over the back of his chair to holler,] Check!
[They need to leave.]
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Date: 2024-11-01 02:43 am (UTC)how could he not be attracted to bakugou, really?
bakugou turns and asks for the check, and kirishima laughs so hard he has to lean back in his seat, too loud and not caring that it turns heads a little. they don't know, so it's fine. all kirishima cares about it making sure him and bakugou are out of here as fast as possible.
of course, that means that while they wait on the waiter to grab the check, kirishima is woofing down the rest of his noodles and meat as fast as he can so he has all his energy for tonight. he also does it because when the waiter gets back, kirishima can be first to whip out his wallet and pay the waiter. ] Thanks man!
[ and, before bakugou blows him up for sniping the check - ] You can get the next one, 'kay?
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