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When a Star Truly Shines

Day 2 Wrath @explodoweek​ 2020

Chapter 2/7 Bakudeku rockstar AU

Despite his discomfort, the green haired, freckle faced man smiles sweetly, doing his best to be nice since this was his friend’s client.  “H-Hi, it’s nice to meet you Mr. Bakugou.  I think your music is great.”

“What the fuck man, don’t call me mister and make me sound old!  But yeah, of course you like my music,” Katsuki grins, “everybody loves my damn music.”  He moves back closer to Izuku, trailing his hand against the man’s arm before Shouto can stop him.  “Bet you think I’m sexy too.”

Izuku blushes in embarrassment but shrinks away from the man’s touch.  The singer was being way too brazen and upfront for the shy man.  “Eh, heh, yeah, you are very nice to look at.”

Shouto once again pulls his client away, “please don’t make my guest uncomfortable Katsuki, clearly he’s not interested.”

But the singer furiously rips his arm away from his manager, “I ain’t doin’ that!  Izu here loves me, don’t ya mouse?” He wraps an arm around the man and pulls him flush against his body.  “Nobody can resist this package.”

His body goes stiff at the tight hold Katsuki has of him.  “Um… actually I do…” Izuku blurts out with a tremor to his tone.  “You’re a little intimidating to me,” he whispers.  It wasn’t that he didn’t think Katsuki was the most handsome guy he’s ever laid eyes on, but the man’s personality was just too rough.  They were completely opposite in that way from what he knew through Shouto and what he’s seen in the news.  Plus, Katsuki was his friend’s client and he wouldn’t want to cause any potential problems if a relationship were to go south.

“Tch.”  Undeterred, Katsuki grips the man’s chin hard and tips it up, letting his lips hover over Izuku’s.  “Do I really now?  But I bet I could make those fears melt away in my bed.”  Then slightly brushing his lips against the man’s, “the things I would do to this sweet ass of yours would have you begging for more.”

Izuku gulps hard.  A small part of him was turned on by Katsuki’s charms, but the bigger portion was screaming to run.  “I-I’m not gonna sleep with you after a first meeting,” he whines, “I’m not that kind of guy.”

“What the fuck!”  Katsuki snaps and shoves Izuku away so hard he almost slips off the couch.  “You dare to reject me?!  ME?!!  Do you know how many people would kill to be in your position right now!”  His blood was boiling and whatever high he’d had from the alcohol was burning off rapidly from the surge in adrenaline.

Shouto grabs Katsuki by both arms as his guest pushes himself further away on the couch.  Izuku wraps his arms around himself in shock from the outburst, this singer really was a brute!  He’s seen it on social media but to be the subject of the man’s wrath was a totally different feeling.  

The problems was, while taller than him, Katsuki outweighed Shouto, and he struggled to keep the man from lunging at Izuku.  But hearing the sudden commotion, other guests and Katsuki’s bodyguards rush over, grabbing the singer, pinning and holding him back from going after Izuku.  With the bigger men now holding his client in place, Shouto helps his friend to his feet.  Izuku is so shocked, he buries his face in his friend’s chest to hide away from the bull of a singer, and on instinct, Shouto wraps his arms protectively around Izuku.

But seeing the dynamics between the two men sets Katsuki off even more.  “You bastard, is that why you won’t sleep with me, cause you’re Shouto’s bitch?!”  He spits out the words.  “Stupid losers!”

The manager narrows his eyes at his client, “that’s uncalled for when you’re the one who assaulted him Katsuki.”

“Fuck you!”

“You’re drunk.” Shouto states and looks at the bodyguards.  “Please take him home and don’t let him leave until he sleeps this off.”

“Let me go you, fucktards!”  Katsuki yanks as hard as he can at his restrainers, cussing and straining their hold.  “Don’t you tell me what to do!  This ain’t over yet!  I will make him mine!”  He screams and growls as they drag him away.  “Let me go ya assholes!  You hear me Izuku!  I will make you mine!!!”  

With Katsuki gone, Shouto turns his attention back to his guest.  “Are you okay?”  He sits the man down on the couch.  “Would you like some water or anything?”

Izuku shakes his head.  “You warned me about him but… he is really something.  I-I don’t know how you put up with it.”

The manager just shrugs, “I just don’t let him take me down too and get under my skin.  Katsuki is like a spoiled child, so I treat him that way most of the time.”  He pat’s his friend’s shoulder.  “Just stay here while I close out this party, then I’ll take you home.”

“Okay,” Izuku cracks a pained smile.  It was the first time he’s ever been assaulted since primary school.  He hangs his head and avoids any eye contact, even as exiting guests try to cheer him up.  Being bullied as a quiet, nerdy little kid is a sore spot from his childhood memories and why he was a little shier as an adult.  He tried to stay positive regardless, but it may take a few days for the edge to come down from this event.

When it was clear to Katsuki that his bodyguards slash babysitters weren’t going to let up on him, he sat back in the limo and brooded all the way to his penthouse apartment.  He’d meant what he said back at that party.  Fucking Todoroki, he didn’t care if daddy was the CEO, he was going to find a way to make his life miserable now!  And that Izuku guy.  No one’s dared to turn him down before!  Why would they, it was crazy!  He was Shockwave, whose prowess on stage could only be topped in the bedroom.  ‘That damn mouse!’  Was he so fucking shy and stupid that he really couldn’t handle him?!  

As Katsuki paces his living room floor, visions of Izuku’s green hair and cute smile keep assaulting him.  But the worst part of all this, was he was sober, horny as fuck, and they’d dragged him out of there with no one to screw!  “ARGH!”  Why was a mouse of man getting under his skin so damn much?!  Maybe because he did love a good prey beneath him begging for mercy.  Tugging that green hair of his, ‘and I’d bet Izu would look even sweeter,’ Katsuki licks his lips just thinking about the naked man, ‘ass up and flushed while I’m pummeling him…’

“Ahhhh!!!  Fucking bitch!” he storms away to take a long, hot shower and relieve some of the tension.  

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nobody loves you like I love you, darling

Title: nobody loves you like I love you, darling - (ao3) Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: Smoking  Rating: T Summary: Kirishima always finds Bakugou at the parties, no matter where Bakugou goes.

Author Notes: day 2 of the bakugou-centric @explodoweek. read my explodoweek2020 masterlist.

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“Hey.” A quiet voice behind Bakugou. “You comin’ inside or are you gonna stay out here all night?”

Bakugou didn’t bother turning around. He took another long drag from his cigarette and let the smoke trail from his lips as he replied, “Nah. You comin’ out here or are you gonna socialise all night?”

Feet padded gently against the terracotta floor of the balcony. “It’s Iida’s anniversary party, come on,” Kirishima chided gently. He drifted into the corner of Bakugou’s vision, a red-maned beast of a man with hands that could crush a skull but the kindest face Bakugou had ever seen. He leaned against the railing that Bakugou was slumped over.

Bakugou inhaled another lungful of noxious smoke and side-eyed Kirishima. He’d only been out here ten minutes, but of course Kirishima had found him. They always migrated to each other in these sorts of get-togethers. They’d been hard to get apart in high school and it hadn’t changed over the years since they’d graduated.

Kirishima sighed, gaze drifting to the horizon and the slowly sinking sun. He was seeing what Bakugou had been surveying for the past few minutes. It was a nice view, with the distant line of skyscrapers and the splashed colours of the sunset, but then, it was Iida’s house. Of course it was nice.

“Deku here yet?” Bakugou asked finally. He frowned at his cigarette and took another pull from it, despite its dangerously short length. It wasn’t like it would burn him, not with his calloused and burn-toughened palms.

Kirishima turned and rested his elbows against the railing, face tilted toward Bakugou. The light from inside fell across his face, highlighting the sharp corners of his jaws and cheeks. He was unusually smooth-shaved; by this time of the night, he usually had a delicious smattering of stubble, but he had shaved before they’d come over. “Not yet,” he said. “He and Todoroki had that job in Arakawa. Uraraka said that they’re on the way, though.”

“Fuckers,” Bakugou grumbled. “Always do more than they need to. It’s annoying.”

“Yeah, well.” Kirishima reached out and took the cigarette from Bakugou’s fingers. “You think everything Deku does is annoying.” He tapped the ashes from the cigarette and then lifted it to his mouth. His lips pursed around it, dragging the last remnants of smoke from its dying embers, and then he lowered it and crushed it against the metal railing.

Bakugou stole the crushed nub back from him. “That shit’s bad for you,” he said, and closed his fingers around it. His palm cracked fiercely, like the sound of stepping on firecrackers, and then he dropped the dash of smoking ashes.

“Is it?” said Kirishima, sounding amused. He glanced past Bakugou to the sliding doors that led inside. Bakugou could hear some music begin, something low and rhythmic that suggested Jirou had hooked up her phone to the speakers. There was a distant murmur of conversation, the thirty-odd guests talking constantly. It wasn’t too bright in there, or too dark, but Bakugou had left anyway.

Kirishima sidled closer, one of his legs knocking against Bakugou’s. His eyes were a soft amber in the light, gaze fixed to Bakugou. “Your ears still hurting?” he asked softly.

Bakugou wanted to dig out another cigarette, but he’d already had five today, and that was his self-restricted limit. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of gum instead, popping a few tabs into his mouth. “Yeah,” he finally said. “Fuckin’ battle this afternoon. That vibration villain fucked up my aids.”

Frowning, Kirishima reached out a hand and brushed careful fingers over the small device behind Bakugou’s right ear. There was a matching one behind his left. “You should’ve gone home to grab your extra pair.”

Bakugou offered him the pack of gum, but Kirishima shook his head, so he slipped it back in his pocket. “No time,” he said. He’d barely had enough time to get back to the agency and start on his fuckton of paperwork before he had to come here. “It’ll be fine.”

“If you say so.” But Kirishima was settling back down, shoulders at ease, head rolled back a little as he peered at Bakugou through lowered eyelashes. It’d taken them a while to actually communicate with each other, to tell the entire truth and not just what they wanted to hear, but they were partners now, and there was no partnership in untruths. Even in little ones like this. It would be fine.

“You wanna go to that sushi place in Shibuya tomorrow?” Kirishima asked. “It’s our day off, and I’ve been craving sashimi.”

Bakugou crossed his arms on the railing and leaned against it. If he looked to the side, he would be centimetres from Kirishima’s face. Instead, he frowned at the cherry blossom tree just below him. “Why don’t we just pick up the ingredients on the way home and I’ll make it?

Kirishima laughed, something small and breathy that brushed against Bakugou’s cheek. A sound like that should not physically be able to come out of such a broad-chested guy. “We always do that because you’re so picky. Let’s go out for once. We won’t have to do dishes, we can just spend our time and have a nice night out.”

“Hmm.” Bakugou squinted harder at the tree. It was tempting, but he knew damn well that he could make sushi better than that restaurant, no matter how much Kirishima liked the owners. Well, the owners liked Kirishima, too. He’d punched a villain through their window once and had come back the next day to help with repairs.

Kirishima poked him in the side. “Come on, you know you want to. Please? Please?”

“Fuck, whatever,” Bakugou relented. “Fine.”

Kirishima grinned, and it was so blinding that Bakugou, like Icarus tempted by the sun, glanced directly at him. He was beautiful, somehow innocent-looking despite his brutally-sharp teeth and the scar over his eyelid. There was a new scar on his jaw, a jagged rip that was still slightly pinked from its creation a few months ago when he’d been helping civilians from the rubble of a destroyed building and a villain had blindsided him. Bakugou had thrown their opponent through three walls for that. Individually. The scar didn’t lend him an intimidating air, though; if anything, it made his face look softer, kinder.

“You’re pretty,” said Bakugou, and was rewarded immediately by Kirishima’s blush. It crawled up his cheeks, painting them a pale pink, and he ducked his head, laughing quietly.

“Says you,” he said, as if Bakugou had never said it to him while walking hand-in-hand on a pier next to the ocean, after fighting down a villain when they were both worn and bloody, in the shower after a morning run, tangled in bed together half-asleep.

“Yeah. Says me.” Bakugou finally returned the poke, shoving his finger into Kirishima’s stomach. It gave beneath his touch, Kirishima probably too relaxed to pull up any sort of defence against it.

Kirishima snorted a little giggle-laugh, again a noise far too adorable for him to legally be allowed to produce, and batted Bakugou’s hand away. One would think that he’d be less sensitive to touches like that, with his quirk, but it was the opposite. He was much more ticklish than Bakugou, and Bakugou had taken full advantage of that at times.

“Deku!” came a cry from inside, probably Uraraka. She had a set of lungs on her, that was for sure.

Bakugou sighed and pulled himself away from the railing. That might as well be his cue to mingle with the crowd once more. Deku would start hunting for him after a few minutes, anyway.

He held out a hand for Kirishima, and Kirishima took it, using it as leverage to pull himself off the railing. It creaked as he did so, probably not meant for the combined weight of two muscle-hardened heroes.

“Come on,” said Bakugou. “Let’s go fucking socialise.”

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