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I sigh. No, I don’t think we should do it.
“How about we just get wasted instead?” I smile at him, placing my hand over his in an attempt to placate him. “I feel like drinking a lot today.”
“Sure!” He says, getting up to order us some more drinks.
He comes back with shots of tequila, which we quickly chug, and before I know it, he’s going to the counter to order some more.
My head’s already feeling a little fuzzy, but I feel much better, honestly. I can’t stop the smile from spreading on my face as I wait for him to come back.
Denki’s back with more drinks but honestly I feel like I need to move.
Should we dance or should we hit the road?
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I close my eyes, and I suddenly feel like Denki’s right – what’s the worst that can happen? The worst is rejection, and it’s not like I’ve never been rejected before. Granted, it’s never been by someone quite so handsome, but… It can’t be worse than never knowing because I was too scared to try.
“Alright.” I whisper.
“Yeah!” Denki cheers, raising his arms above his head. “You can do it! Ask him out on a date!”
“Don’t push your luck.” I chuckle. I get up, looking towards the counter and spotting him again. Still there, and still very much alone. Or at least that’s what it looks like.
I walk towards him and take a seat next to him, asking the bartender for a drink. I don’t look his way just in case, but that also means that I don’t know if he was checking me out.
After a sip of my beverage I turn my body towards him, shooting him a smile when he finally glances my way.
“The music’s great!” I remark, watching how his eyebrow twitches slightly as he looks me over. “Wanna go dance?”
“The music’s shit.” He snorts back, shaking his head before looking back at the counter.
“Alright.” I hum, forcing myself to not feel discouraged by his reaction. “What kinda music do you like?”
He turns to me yet again, an amused smile on his face. Maybe he wasn’t expecting me to be so persistent. I think he likes that I am, or at least that’s what it looks like by the interested smirk he’s sporting.
“Definitely not this crap.” He replies, his gruff voice sending shivers down my spine for some unknown reason. He leans back in his chair, showing me a confident attitude.
“Then why are you here?” I ask, more to get to know him than to keep the conversation going.
“Isn’t it obvious, Shitty Hair?” He tilts his head when his eyes land on the little frown I make at his words. “Cause I’m looking for a good night out.”
“Just a good night out… you’re not looking for anything serious?”
“None of your business.” He mutters solemnly. His eyes shine as he says it, but there’s no bite in his tone.
“Well, I guess you’re right.” I whisper, looking away.
“And it’s not like you can find a life partner here.” he surprises me by saying. I thought he’d lost interest already and didn't want to continue talking to me.
“Why not?” I reply, more than eager to keep him speaking as much as possible.
“Because, Shitty Hair,” he whispers as he leans in, a predatory smirk on his face, “no one here is looking for that. They just want sex.”
“Maybe I’m looking for that, a life partner, a boyfriend or whatever.” I remark, seemingly nonchalant as I pull back, avoiding his gaze at first and then glancing at him flirtily.
“Well you’d be the only one.” He keeps his eyes on me, the amused look on his face still there as he tries to figure out if I’m lying to him or not.
I shrug, as if I don’t care. He hums in response, turning towards his drink and taking a big sip before he locks eyes with me again.
“Is that really why you’re here?” He asks, and it gets my hopes up that he’s finally taken an interest in me and is asking me questions.
“Maybe,” I shrug my shoulders, playing at being mysterious. I think it works because he shoots me another smirk.
“Is that why you’re talking to me?” He asks, his eyes narrowing as he tilts his head, a cocky smile spreading on his face.
“Well, that would be a waste of time, wouldn’t it?” I tease playfully, crossing my legs in an attempt to capture his interest further. “Since you said you’re not interested. I wouldn’t bother.”
“I mean, I’m not against it.” He shrugs. “But you’d probably back down before me.”
“Why would I?”
He shrugs again, his hand going to the counter to pick his drink up, but he doesn’t glance away from my face the whole time. He takes a sip, as if he were considering what he’s about to say. He ends up not saying anything else though.
“Dude, I’m manly.” I proudly almost shout.
“I never said you weren’t.”
“Then what did you mean?”
“That you’d get tired of me, of my brass attitude. They always do. That’s why I stopped caring and stopped trying to go on dates. I just go for the easy way out, the sex.”
“Well, I’m different.”
“Suuuure you are.” he mutters sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “That’s why you tried picking me up.”
“I can prove that I am.”
“Yeah, well maybe I don’t want you to prove anything.”
“Whatcha mean?”
“I mean I don’t care, Shitty Hair. I’m not interested in dating.”
"I can prove you wrong. I want to. Let me."
"And what would you do?" He scoffs. "Take me out on a date?”
“Yeah, if you’ll let me.”
He leans back, considering my offer.
“Where would you take me?” He asks, cheekily. His eyes seem to sparkle as he talks, and it makes my heart beat faster. I love the little smirk on his face, it’s making me feel things. He’s special alright. “Hypothetically speaking. If you were to take me on a date.”
“Wait, is this a trick question?” I ask him, trying to gain time. I don’t want to fuck it up. “Like, do I get to ask you things to get to know you before inviting you someplace?”
“Nah, that’s cheating. Try picking me up. I wanna see what you’ve got.”
“That’s so hard, dude!” I laugh, but it pumps me up. “But I like it. It’s like a challenge.”
“So, where’d you take me?”
“Okay, so, based on what you seem to like… which is… not this music. And you didn’t reply to my invitation to dance, so you’re probably not into that either. Hmmm. I’m going to go with my gut on this one. You probably don’t like crowds, so maybe… we could have a few drinks, somewhere more private?”
“Is that an invitation to your house?” He laughs, his eyes crinkling cutely as he lets out a guffaw. “I thought you said you didn’t want to take me to bed.”
“I mean, that’s not off the table.” I whisper sheepishly, to which he replies with an eye roll, but he has an amused smirk spread on his face, so I know it’s alright.
“So you proved me right. Everyone here just wants to fuck.”
“Hey, wanna go out for drinks? Someplace else. No music, or at least not this music. You can pick the place.” I go for it, drinking in his surprised reaction.
“I can, eh?” He whispers, smirking at me. His eyes shine as he pretends to think over my invitation.
Before I can nod in response, he gets up from his chair.
“Alright, Shitty Hair. Prove to me that you’re more than just a quick fuck. I know a place.”
“Sure.” I nod my head vigorously as I get up, but I pout as I notice something. He stops when he sees my face, and he frowns, seemingly worried. “But, hey… could you stop calling me Shitty Hair, please?”
“You never gave me your name, dumbass.” He snorts. “What was I supposed to call you?”
“It’s Kirishima. I’m Kirishima Eijirou.”
“Hmm, nice name. I’m Bakugou. Bakugou Katsuki.”
“That’s a manly name.” I whisper, hoping my voice doesn’t betray the little beat my heart skipped when I heard it.
He scoffs at my reaction, rolling his eyes yet again.
“C’mon, get your arse moving.” He mutters, trying to sound like he’s tough or something. I find it adorable.
I nod and follow him as he leads the way. As we exit the bar I grab my phone and text Denki that I’ve got a sort of date.
Bakugou looks at me when I lag behind him and he tells me to hurry up, a small scowl on his face as he urges me to speed it up.
Putting my phone back in my pocket I skip along to where he is and I grab his hand, confident.
He stares at me, and then down at our intertwined hands, but he doesn’t say anything about it.
The bar he takes me to is fancier than I imagined it would be. I’m heavily underdressed for it, but he isn’t. He looks so good in his casual clothes; and unlike me, he doesn’t stand out here.
I let go of his hand before we enter and he turns to look at me, his eyes narrowed.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” He snarls at me.
“I’m… well, I don’t know if it’s okay for us to hold hands in this place.”
“And why the fuck not? Look at that couple over there.” He points at a man and a woman, heavily flirting in the table by the window.
“Yeah, but we’re both men.” I whisper, avoiding his piercing gaze.
“So fucking what?”
“Not everyone thinks it’s okay to be gay.”
“I don’t give a flying fuck what other people think of me.” He sneers, pulling away from me. When I look into his eyes there’s a burning passion in them, like there’s more he wants to say. “And you shouldn’t either.”
“I know, but, like, it’s hard-”
“I don’t care. Life’s hard.” He cuts me off. “Deal with it. Don’t stop being yourself just because other people frown on it. Do you think that’s stopped me from being who I am?”
“I… don’t know. I don’t know you.”
“Fuck if it has. Of course it fucking hasn’t. And if you want a shot at being with me, it better not stop you from being you.”
The way he says it makes me look him in the eyes with a scowl. I clench my teeth as I pick his hand up and give it a squeeze. I’m going to show him exactly who I am and I’m not going to back down until he’s fallen in love with me, and even after that I’ll keep proving to him who I am every single day.
He smiles proudly at me, firmly gripping my hand as he turns and opens the glass door to the bar, walking us in.
An elegant woman welcomes us in. She’s extremely tall, with beautiful long black hair, tied away from her face in a pretty ponytail. She glances at our entwined hands before shooting us a reassuring smile. It’s more of a compassionate look, like she understands what we’re going through.
“We want a private room.” Bakugou says, tugging at my arm so I stand right beside him. I stand straight so he knows I’m proud of being next to him. “Do you have any available right now?”
“We do.” She replies politely. She outstretches her hands – which had previously been lying flat against her legs – in the direction of the private rooms. “Right this way.”
I walk briskly beside Bakugou, hoping to prove to him that he doesn’t have to pull me along. He shoots me another proud smirk.
She opens the door for us to see the room.
“Does this one please you?”
“Yeah. We’ll have a bottle of whisky with two glasses, with ice.”
“Of course.” She excuses herself with a low bow and we make our way to the table in the room. It’s spacious – far too big for only two people – but it’s still a nice place.
“Hey, gimme your things, I’ll hang them up.” He says, grabbing my jacket when I hand it to him.
“Thanks.” I whisper, as if I’m in a trance. I seat myself in the comfortable chair and wait for him to sit in front of me. “I didn’t know you like all these fancy things.”
“I don’t. But it’s the only place I know that has private rooms. Plus, I know the owner.”
“The pretty woman?” I ask, incredulous. It hadn’t seemed as if they knew each other. Maybe she was just being professional.
“No, not Momo. I mean, she’s an acquaintance, but I wasn’t speaking about her. Todoroki owns this place. Well, his father does. Rick fucker that has everything he wants, so he owns a lot of fancy places like this. This one’s the only one the son’s in charge of.”
“How’d you know Todoroki?”
“Mmm. He’s a friend of a childhood… of someone I know. Well, it’s more like he has a crush on him.”
“Todoroki?”
“Nah, he’s different. I don’t think he’s capable of crushes. And he’s oblivious as fuck. That stupid nerd’s obviously been in love with him for years and he has no idea.”
“Who is… your childhood friend?”
“Not a friend.” Bakugou snorts, avoiding my gaze. “Well, he’s not that bad I guess.”
“I’m kinda confused.” I say, shaking my head.
Just at that moment, there’s a knock on the door, and Momo’s voice rings from the other side.
“May I come in?”
“Sure.” Bakugou calls out, turning his head towards her.
She opens the door and enters with a tray, a bottle and two glasses on it. She drops them off at our table and looks at the blond man in front of me.
“I told Shouto you were here. He’ll come and greet you properly in a few minutes. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Ugh,” Bakugou sighs, sounding exasperated. He closes his eyes and clenches his teeth, “fine.”
“Then I’ll let you enjoy your private room.” She bows again before closing the door behind her.
“Don’t let her demeanour fool you. She’s smart, but pretends to be ‘nice’ and instead just causes chaos.”
“Wouldn’t it be the correct thing to do, though? Telling your friend that you’re here.”
“We’re not friends.” He remarks, his tone of voice giving no option for rebuttal.
I give him a look and he throws his head back, letting out an exasperated whine. “Okay, fine. She’s decent. But Todoroki fucking ain’t. You’ll see when he comes over, which will probably be soon, knowing him.”
The door opens and a man steps in, an indifferent look on his otherwise pretty face.
“Riiiight on time.” Bakugou mutters, turning his head away from him.
“Katsuki, nice to see you.” The man greets him, walking towards us. He looks at me, and I can see his eyes are different colours, like his hair. “And who is your companion today?”
“I’m Eijirou Kirishima!” I smile at him, to which he nods his head in acknowledgement.
“Pleased to meet you. I’m Shouto Todoroki, a friend of Katsuki’s.”
“What do you want?” Bakugou almost growls, turning to glare at him.
“I just wanted to welcome you. It’s been a while since you’ve last been here.”
“Don’t you have anything better to do?”
“I do. I’m a very busy man. But it’s common etiquette. Is this your partner? Izuku will be very happy to hear. He’s worried about you.”
“Fuck!” Bakugou snarls. “Don’t fucking tell him anything. He’s not worried, he’s just nosey.”
Todoroki sighs, rolling his eyes before turning to look at me. “I don’t know what you see in him.”
I laugh, which only makes Bakugou growl even louder.
“Just fuck off already. What I do isn’t your business – or his.”
“Alright, I’ll leave. I hope you have a pleasant evening. Drink as much as you want, it’s on me.” He says, giving a courteous wave before leaving the room.
“That fucker!” Bakugou growls, going for the unopened bottle and filling both our glasses. He thrusts mine towards me and chugs quite a lot of his down. “Just because he’s rich doesn’t mean he has to flounce his money around. It’s all his father’s anyway. And that Momo woman is the same. Well, used to be. She got disowned when her family found out she ran off with a girl. That’s why she’s working here. They’re childhood friends – because of the money thing, obviously – and he’s just doing her a favour.”
“I see.” I whisper. “I thought those two might have been… a thing. They look good together.”
“Todoroki doesn’t have a heart, so no, they don’t.”
“Are you just saying that because you’re hurt? Because that Izuku guy loves him and he doesn’t feel the same way?”
Bakugou stops what he’s doing and stares at me, his eyes narrowing.
“No.” He bites back, but doesn’t say much else.
“You don’t hate them.” I remark, smiling at him.
He pauses, but he sighs and avoids my gaze. “No, I don’t. They’re bearable.”
“So tell me more about them, or about you.”
He scrutinises me with a glare, but sighs. “I guess it’s fair. But only if you tell me about yourself, too.”
“We have all night.” I smile at him, and he scowls back.
“So Izuku and I grew up together, basically. We were neighbours, and our mothers were friends. We went to the same school and all that. But he used to stick around me. At first I kinda liked it, y’know? I had a few boys following me around, and it got to my head. I was an arsehole.” He pauses, his eyes darting away from my gaze. He stares at the drink in his hands, and he gives it a swirl. The room is so silent I can hear the ice clanking against the glass. “I… I want you to know I’m not proud of this, and that I’m a different person now. I bullied him. For years as well. It made me feel so powerful when I took advantage of him. He trusted me and I betrayed not only his trust, but whatever. I know I fucked up. I realised later, when I was older, and I apologised to him. I have since made amends with Izuku – although I still call him Deku. He kinda embraced that nickname thanks to Ochako.”
“Why Deku? What?”
“I used to call him Deku, when I mocked him. But it’s okay, he’s over it, so I can use it without offending him.”
“Who’s Ochako? An old girlfriend?”
Bakugou snorts, shaking his head. “She wishes! Nah, just another one of Deku’s friends. He surprisingly knows a lot of people.”
There’s a silence in which I just sip my drink. I honestly don’t know what to say or think.
“Thanks for not judging me.” He whispers, his eyes on his hands.
“Well, we’ve all got pasts we’re ashamed of.” I mutter, turning my gaze away.
“So, what’s yours?” He asks, his voice low. “What are you ashamed of?”
I don’t say anything. Instead, I duck my head slightly.
“It can’t be worse than what I did, Kirishima. Just spit it out.”
“It’s… some dark stuff. I was a pretty insecure kid.” I raise my head and our eyes connect.
“You seem pretty confident now.” Bakugou whispers, his hand finally releasing the glass and going over to hold mine. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. Some stuff is just difficult to talk about. I just want you to know that I’m glad you’re much more confident now.”
“I… I used to have depression. I used to cut myself, and did other stuff I'm not proud of. Got stupidly drunk as a kid and did stupid things just because I felt like shit.” I bite my lip and avoid his gaze. “I’m better now. I’m a different person.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re over it and I hope you learnt from it and grew as a person.”
“Thanks, Bakugou.” I smile back at him. “Sometimes I feel insecure, but I try to remember my purpose in life.”
“Your purpose in life? What’s your purpose in life?”
“To be happy! And to make others happy too!” I grin at him. His eyebrows raise slightly, but he eventually returns my smirk.
“I’m so glad I got to know you today.” He says softly. “You were right. You really are different.”
“I told ya!”
“I wouldn’t mind doing this again.” He whispers and our eyes connect once more.
He gives my hand a squeeze and I lean in. Our faces are close together, but there’s a table in the way.
I’ve never wanted to kiss someone so badly in my life.
“Can I kiss you?” I ask, my voice low.
“Oh, c’mon! After I just said you weren’t like the others?” He jokes, laughing. He quickly goes back to looking serious. “I’d love to kiss you, honestly.”
He gets up and walks over to my side of the table, his pretty red eyes on me all the time. He leans in and I raise my head up, and slowly, our mouths connect. His lips are soft as they brush against mine, and I feel my heart beating fast.
We part and he looks at me, something in his gaze that I can’t recognise. I get up, my hands raising to cup his face before going in for another kiss. He meets me halfway, his lips parted and eager, and my tongue slips in effortlessly.
This kiss is longer but slower, more passionate. There’s an urgency behind it, but I don’t let him move any faster – I want us to savour the moment.
He pulls away from me, and he looks at the table with the almost full bottle of whiskey.
“I should go home. It’s getting late and I’m kinda tired. Had a bad day at work.”
“Oh! I still don’t know what you do.” I say.
“Well, that’s a question for next time.” He chuckles, leaning into me and burying his head into my neck, giving my earlobe a small nibble.
“Yeah… sure…” I whisper, breathless.
“I… I think we should head to our respective homes. If not, we’re gonna end up fucking right in this room, and I don’t wanna give that half and half bastard the satisfaction of knowing what we did. Although the idea of destroying this place makes me want to do it… maybe someday.”
“Bakugou…” I whisper, my breath hitching in my throat as he traces a finger over my neck.
“Yeah, I know.” He pulls back, panting. “Let’s… another day. I think you’re special and I don’t want to make this day about just sex.”
“I understand.” I whisper, my heart hammering in my chest. I feel all fuzzy and warm all over, and I don’t think it’s just the alcohol’s fault.
I pause. Should I ask for his number or should we just meet up another day?
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One route to rule them all, a Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Fanfic. Chapter 1: Starting Point.
Summary: Kirishima and Bakugou are complete strangers. Can you control their fate and make them meet and fall in love? (A choose your route story)
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My name is Eijirou Kirishima, and I’m a twenty-four-year-old university student. I’m studying chemical engineering as well as working part time at a ramen shop, owned by my now good friend Taishirou Toyomitsu. He’s the chef and also my manager, as well as being the person that taught me everything I know about cooking.
I see him as my mentor, and I wish to someday repay him for all he’s taught me and for how kind he’s been to me.
Working at the shop is great, I really enjoy it. The pay could be better, but I know Taishirou is struggling, so I really can’t ask for more from him. He’s already done so many things for me… I’ve got to now do my best to help him out. Plus, the atmosphere in the place and serving the customers is the absolute best. My heart swells whenever a client smiles back at me, and that’s how I know I’ve done a good job.
There’s just one little thing that I would change.
Every day, at roughly the same hour, there’s this very attractive man with spiky blond hair that passes by, but never comes in.
And like the idiot that I am, I feel myself drawn to him more and more each day.
There’s just something about him.
I can’t really understand what it is.
But it’s not like I can just walk up to him and ask him out. That would be weird.
It’s okay anyway because I hope to graduate soon and then I can get another job and move on with my life.
Hopefully that way I can forget the blond god. Or maybe, once I graduate, I can casually walk by one day and cross paths with him and ask him out.
Yeah. Simple enough. Great plan.
And that’s why I’m trying so hard to pass all of my exams. I want to finish soon so I can advance in life.
Today’s Friday, and the shop’s busier. A lot of people have come in to have lunch and I’ve got more work than normal. Even so, I still notice when the blond man walks by, and it lifts my mood.
I should stop thinking about him. It’s not like I know him or anything about him. I can’t possibly have a crush on someone I’ve never met. No matter how special he may seem to be. Despite my best attempts to not think about him, I end up imagining a thousand scenarios in my head - and we end up together in all of them.
Well, at least it makes me feel like my shift goes by quicker.
After work I look at my phone, just like I do every single day. There are a million messages from my best friend Denki - as usual - but I’ll look at them when I get home.
It’s just a five-minute walk from the ramen shop to my place. My apartment is in a peaceful little side street, away from the noise. It’s cosy and small, with an entryway that leads to a living room, a kitchen to the right of the entryway, and a bathroom and bedroom on opposite sides of the living room.
Once I’ve taken my shoes off and I’ve settled down at home, I get my phone out to reply to Denki.
He’s been my best friend since we were twelve years old. We met in school and immediately bonded. I like that he’s so easy-going and fun to be around. He’s a good laugh and can not only take a joke but also make fun of himself.
He was never the best student or the smartest person alive, but I wasn’t either, so we had that in common. He was funny and loved practical jokes and was always there for me – in fact, he still is. He seems like a wishy-washy sort of person, but I know he’s the best friend I could have, and the one I need.
I laugh out loud at some of his messages, opening a few links and chuckling at the silly memes he sent me. But I pause when I read his last one, in which he asks me if I want to go out tonight.
Should I? My thumbs hover over my phone’s screen as I debate what to reply to him. I could go out with him, just for a short while, or I could be responsible and stay at home to do some much needed studying. I’ve got a few exams coming up, and I also need to hand in some homework next week.
Go to chapter 2 if you want to go out with Denki
Go to chapter 3 if you decide to stay at home and study
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Starting point
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I look back at the table where we were before and find Denki there, looking at his phone with a dejected expression on his face. A wave of guilt and pity hits me and I chew on my lower lip. It might not have gone well with the bartender; he looks hurt. I’m his friend, I should be helping him, not trying to score…
But, I finally managed to muster up the courage to talk to my crush…
I sigh, having finally decided what to do.
“Hey, you should meet Denks!” I nearly scream, my tone of voice raising as I try to add in some of the excitement I’m lacking. I’m worried about Denki, but I don’t want to fuck it up with Bakugou. I need to at least see how my friend’s doing. Then we can come back and have some more drinks and talk properly. “He’s so much fun to be around!”
“What?” Bakugou stares at me with a slightly sceptical look on his face, before he narrows his eyes and curls his upper lip. He leans back, incredulous, before turning to look around the bar.
“Sorry, he’s my friend and I kinda left him alone, so I wanna make sure he’s alright.”
He raises his eyebrows slightly and ends up lifting his hands up over his head. “Okay, whatever.” He replies, dismissively.
Grinning, I hop off the stool and have him follow me to our table, where I find my friend still on his phone.
“Hey, dude, how’d it go with...” I start talking, but stop when he looks up and notices I’m not alone. His expression changes drastically as his eyes land on Bakugou, a wide smile quickly replacing the questioning look on his face.
“Hey, aren’t ya gonna introduce us?” He asks, grinning.
I sigh but give in. “Denki, this is Bakugou. Bakugou, this is Denki.”
“Hiya, Bakugou!” My best friend greets him, but his eyes quickly dart back to me, a look of disbelief clearly written on his features.
“Hi.” The other replies curtly.
“I got us drinks.You just disappeared on me, dude.” Denki utters, his eyes now fixed on Bakugou, a small smile on his face.
“I told you.” I turn around, trying to look sheepish. “I did kinda ditch him.”
“Aha.” Bakugou replies dryly, tilting his head. “So… want me to leave?”
“Nooooope!” My friend answers for me, since I’m too flabbergasted to reply myself. “It’s nothing like that.”
“I guess I could stay, then.” He ends up saying, the right corner of his mouth turning into a small little smile as he sits down. I follow and do the same, seating myself next to him and in front of Denki.
“So, Bakugou, how’d you meet Ei?” My friend asks, a shit eating grin plastered all over his face.
“He just bumped into me.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“Hmmm, I see.” Denki can’t pull a straight face even if he got paid for doing it.
“Denks,” I say softly, “how’d it go with… you know who?”
“No, I don’t know who.” He replies back, a nasty snarky tone to his voice.
I shoot him a look and he leans back, clicking his tongue in exasperation. “Don’t wanna talk about that, dude.”
“You okay, though?” I question, biting my lower lip worriedly.
“Not now!”
Bakugou stays silent as we stare at each other, but he seems annoyed when he clears his throat. I turn to look at him and he makes a small gesture with his head. “So, we going back to our drinks or something?”
I gulp, glancing at my friend for a second before I look back at Bakugou. He’s got a predatory smirk on his face, and it kinda turns me on.
Will Denki be alright if we leave without him?
I really want to get to know Bakugou more, but there’s a nagging sensation telling me my friend’s not alright.
Go to chapter 43 if you decide to stay with Denki (coming soon)
Go to chapter 44 if you want to leave with Bakugou (coming soon)
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I sigh, but turn back towards Bakugou, grinning warmly at him.
“Want another drink?” I ask sweetly, to which he nods his head. He calls the bartender over, and this time, Denki’s crush walks over, a huge smile on his face.
“What can I getcha?” He asks.
“Two more whiskies.” The other replies, handing him the money to pay for both of us.
I try to protest but he cuts me off by telling me to not worry about it since I paid for the drinks before.
“It’s on me, this time, but” he says as he clinks our drinks together. A wicked smile spreads on his face when he pulls it to his lips, keeping his eyes focused on me as he chugs it down. He lets the glass drop against the counter and leans in, his voice sultry as he whispers, “If you’re good, you can buy the next round.”
My heart skips a beat, but I smile at him, also lowering my glass and letting it rest next to his.
“And what would you consider as me ‘being good’?” I reply, cocky, watching as his eyebrows raise just slightly and his smirk spreads wider on his face.
“You choose.” He replies, tilting his head towards the counter and shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.
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Without thinking about it, I start signalling the bartender to come over and blurt a new round of orders to him. When I turn around to smirk at Bakugou, he just looks at me, his eyebrows raised.
He doesn’t say anything until I clink our glasses together, and even then, he just stares at me, his face unreadable.
“You trying to get me drunk?” He ends up asking, his eyes narrowed.
I laugh, thinking it’s obviously a joke. “I’m trying to get me drunk.” I whisper, my words slurring a little. My tongue feels heavy in my mouth, and I don’t know how much truth there is in what I’ve said.
He pauses for a second, his eyes searching my face. “Any reason why?”
I chug my drink, feeling his gaze on me as I do. When I’ve emptied my glass, I leave it on the counter and shrug my shoulders in response to his question. I try to gesture the bartender over again, but Bakugou’s fingers circle my wrist when I lift my arm up. My head spins when I turn it around to look at him.
“How much have you drunk already?”
“I’m not drunk.” I smile at him. I don’t pull away; his fingers feel warm against my skin and I like it. Our eyes connect, and I melt in the red sea of his orbs.
He lets go of me slowly, his gaze still interconnected with mine, and he gulps. His eyes dart away as he grabs his still full glass. He finishes it and leaves it on the counter next to mine.
“You can’t ask for another round when I haven’t even touched mine.” He says, his voice a whisper. I lean in to hear him better, but he turns his head away so I can’t look at his face.
Chuckling to myself as I pull away from him, I order us another round of drinks. I clumsily clink our glasses together again before taking a few swigs.
Bakugou finally looks at me, seemingly pensive as he sips his own beverage.
The way his red eyes are dancing over my face makes me feel more confident in myself. Well, maybe the alcohol helped.
“Heeey~” I smirk at him, leaning closer once more. “You’re really handsome. But I bet you get that a lot.”
He snorts and fiddles with his own drink, his eyes scrutinising me mercilessly. He doesn’t respond; it’s almost as if he’s waiting for me to continue talking.
My hand raises but stops right in front of his face. His eyes dart from it to me, but he doesn’t do anything.
I don’t know what I was trying to do with my hand - maybe touch his hair? But I’m nervous once again. I let it fall down until it hits my lap, but I can barely feel it.
My head’s spinning a bit, but there’s a restless feeling inside of me that’s telling me that only more alcohol will make it go away, so I signal for the bartender to bring us more drinks.
I don’t know if Bakugou’s finished his own but I don’t care. A little more never hurt anyone.
There’s warmth against my arm. I can definitely feel something. I turn around, sluggish, and find that he’s grabbing me, his eyes serious.
“How many have you had?”
I try to count in my head, but I’m not sure, so I just shrug my shoulders and offer him a wide smile. “Not enough!”
He looks skeptical, and his eyes narrow for a second. Or at least I think they do, my head’s fuzzy so I can’t be sure.
This still feels like magic, though. Is he really here? Is he really real? He seems too gorgeous to be real.
He laughs then, and I realise I’ve said those words out loud. He shakes his head and clicks his tongue, his fluffy hair swinging with the movement.
Bet he has a boyfriend. But wait, why would he be here if he had one? Boyfriend must be an idiot to leave him alone in a gay bar.
“I don’t have a boyfriend,” Bakugou says, almost matter-of-factly, but his expression is soft.
“Good.” And at least I know I’ve said this out loud.
“What would you do if I had a boyfriend?” He suddenly asks, leaning in.
“Nothing,” I shrug my shoulders, “you’re taken.”
“Hmmm,” Bakugou mutters, grabbing his glass and pressing it against those perfect lips of his.
“The more pressing question is, though,” is what I try to say, but I think I got the words muddled up because my tongue isn’t working how it should be, “will you come home with me?”
His eyebrow darts up again. Adorable. My heart pangs in my chest just with the sight and I almost choke on my drink.
He leans in and I’m almost sure he’s going to kiss me off my feet. I pucker up and close my eyes, waiting for his ridiculously sexy lips to brush against mine, but I feel nothing there.
Instead, he pats me on the head, and I look up, almost annoyed.
“Maybe some other time,” he offers, his features soft, almost… caring? “In fact, hand me your phone.”
It takes me a few seconds to realise what he wants, and when I do, it takes me a few more to fumble around my clothes until I find my mobile. I unlock it and hand it over to him and don’t watch as he types something in. Instead, I’m distracted by how good he looks in that shirt. It should be illegal to be that fine.
He clears his throat to catch my attention before shoving my phone back into my hands.
“See ya, Shitty Hair. Don’t drink too much.”
“Wa-!” I try to say, but he cuts me off with a smirk.
“And call me sometime, won’t ya?”
I’m left speechless on the stool, watching him leave. He’s out of the bar before my thoughts have caught up to what just happened. When I realise he’s gone, I turn around and look for something. Denki, maybe, but I’m not sure.
Do I want another drink? No, Bakugou’s probably right, I shouldn’t have any more.
That’s why I order another one, down it before I can regret it and I slump against my own stool.
A flurry of emotions and thoughts fill me. What did I do wrong? What did I do right? I should look for Denki. I should go home. I should dance.
Even though my thoughts are a bit sluggish, I can’t just let him leave, just like that. I get up and run after him.
The air outside is cold, but it sort of wakes me up a little. Or maybe not.
I can’t see Bakugou anywhere, and the realisation that he’s left finally hits me like a truck.
So I go back inside and order another drink, but I barely touch it. I don’t want to think, and being alone at the counter is making me feel sour. I probably fucked up, scared him off, lost my chance to be with him.
I try not to think and get up and head to the dance floor. My head’s spinning and I’m uncoordinated, so I eventually bump into someone. He steadies me by gripping my shoulders tightly.
“Are you okay?” He asks, and I nod. His soft voice and smile are so reassuring, I can’t help but feel really happy.
“We should dance!” I immediately shout, pushing myself away from him, but grabbing his hand and pulling him towards me as I make our way towards the dance floor.
“Okay!”
Our bodies mesh together perfectly as we dance, and nothing could be more perfect.
At some point during the night, I lean in and kiss him. He chuckles after pulling away, but quickly meets my mouth again.
I wake up on a bed that’s not mine. I don’t want to be awake - my head and body both hurt - so I close my eyes again and try to get a bit more sleep.
I can’t. Something’s unsettling me. Where am I?
My eyes fly open and I remove the covers, finding myself fully naked. Which, I’ll admit, isn’t the best to be if you just happen to be in an unknown place.
My clothes are on the floor so I quickly put them on, and when I’m done I sit down on the bed to debate what to do next.
It’s big. Matrimonial. As my fingers glide over the silky sheets I think about what to do next. I’m going to have to face whoever lives here - and sleeps on this bed - some time or another.
I was with Bakugou last night. I don’t remember going home with him, but he was the last person I was with at the bar.
I kinda hoped we’d share the bed. Maybe we had and I don’t remember?
A knock on the closed door snaps me out of my thoughts.
“Are you awake?” A voice I don’t recognise asks. It’s sweet and soft - so it’s probably not Bakugou.
“Yeah,” I croak out, trying to hide the disappointment in my voice, “uhm, where am I?”
I hear a chuckle on the other side of the door. “Come out whenever you’re ready and we can talk.”
I take about a minute to leave the room. I try to calm myself before I confront the situation, but my heart’s still beating frantically in my chest.
A green haired young man is waiting for me at the end of the corridor. He’s not very tall but he’s built - he obviously takes care of himself.
“Come with me, let’s sit down on the sofa.”
I follow him without a word, admiring the pretty decorations on the walls. He must have a lot of money.
“So you don’t remember anything about last night?” He casually asks as he pats the place next to him on the couch. He’s already seated when I get to his living room, but I’m a bit apprehensive to follow him. He sees my discomfort and offers me a reassuring smile. “Come in, it’s okay.”
“I don’t want to admit this, but I don’t know who you are.” I whisper sheepishly, still not budging from my spot at the entrance of the room.
He chuckles at that, not at all offended by my confession. “I thought as much by the look you gave me when you saw me.”
“Sorry.” I whisper sheepishly, looking away. My eyes fall on the huge flat screen TV and I immediately turn my head back to look at the stranger. His eyes and smile are kind, so I feel a little more at ease. I cross his living room and sit on the sofa next to him. Up close I realise he’s got freckles, which are what probably makes him look younger than he seems to be.
“I’m Midoriya Izuku, pleased to meet you, Kirishima.”
“How’d we meet?” I ask, frowning.
“You bumped into me last night. Asked me to dance, so we did.”
“Did… did I do anything…? I’m sorry, I was very drunk, I didn’t mean to-”
He cuts me off with a soft chuckle. “It’s okay, you didn’t do anything.”
I nod, satisfied by his answers for a few seconds. I rack my brains, trying to remember anything about this man or what I did last night. I can recall drinking with Bakugou… and ditching Denki. I should call him soon and apologise for running off without telling him.
I breathe in a shaky breath. “Did we…?”
“We just kissed.” He reassures me, offering me a sweet and comforting smile.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m okay with it.”
We’re silent for a little while again as I try to organise my thoughts. “Why am I here, though?”
“You were really drunk last night, and I didn’t feel right leaving you alone there. I wanted to make sure you were safe.”
My mouth drops. His eyes dart to the side and a cute little blush forms across his cheeks.
“And you slept alone! I tried to give you some pyjamas but you insisted that you were fine and I left before you started undressing! I swear I didn’t see anything!”
I feel my own face heat up, so I bury it in my hands. I’m super embarrassed that he saw all that. “I’m so sorry for everything.”
“It’s okay.” Midoriya replies, shrugging his shoulders. “Although… there is something I wanna talk about with you.”
“Yeah of course. Is everything okay?”
“You kept mentioning Bakugou last night.” He freezes as soon as he sees the look on my face. “Oh.”
“What did I say?”
“I mean… nothing… nothing bad. But, uhm. I wonder if it’s the same Bakugou? Hmm, what am I saying? Of course it’s going to be the same Bakugou.”
“He’s not your boyfriend, right?” I squeak, digging my fingers into the cushions at my sides. “He said he didn’t-”
He cuts me off again, but it’s the first time his voice sounds a bit odd. “He’s not my boyfriend. It’s not like that at all.”
“But… you do know each other, right?”
He sighs. “We’re childhood friends, sort of.”
I try to ask a question, but the face he’s pulling leaves me speechless.
He gives me a soft, slightly sad smile before averting his gaze. “But enough about that.”
I don’t know what to say. It’s true that I want to ask a million questions, but he doesn’t let me because he gets up from the sofa and offers me his hand.
“Want some breakfast?”
“I think I’ve overstayed my welcome.” I whisper, hunching my shoulders.
“Nonsense.” He chuckles, nearly thrusting his hand into my face so I end up taking it. He effortlessly pulls me up and turns to lead the way to his kitchen. “I barely have company over these days, so I’m glad someone’s here to have breakfast with me.”
“Uh…”
“Mmm, but I hope you don’t mind having milk? Or fresh orange juice. Sorry, I don’t have coffee. Caffeine messes with me, you know?”
“Orange juice is fine, thank you.” I reply, smiling.
When we arrive at his clean, white kitchen, he offers me a seat while he gets the oranges from the fridge.
“Can I help with anything?” I ask, ignoring his invitation to sit down.
“Nah, it’s okay. I can handle it. You could tell me about yourself, though.”
“I’m surprised I didn’t tell you my whole life yesterday, given how drunk I was.” I roll my eyes at my comment, but I still feel embarrassed about last night.
“I don’t think you did,” he mutters, grabbing the juicer from one of his top cupboards, “the music was loud, anyways, so I didn’t get to hear much of your pretty voice.”
How this man, who looks younger than me, makes me blush is something that eludes me. But I avert my eyes and turn my head to the side.
He chuckles at my reaction as he starts cutting the oranges. “You seemed quite confident last night,” he remarks, plugging the machine in, “what’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”
“I’m not drunk.” I reply bluntly, sitting on the stool he’d gestured to before.
He laughs, but turns to face me to smile broadly at me. “I used to be quite shy before.”
“That’s a bit hard to believe!” I shout over the loud noise the juicer makes.
“Well, believe it! Anyway, enough about me. What do you like to do, Kirishima?”
“Y’know, the usual! Be with my friends! Go out! Working out, listening to music… I work at a ramen shop. That’s a lot of fun, too.”
“Mmmhm, a ramen shop? Is it any good?”
“You should come by and try it for yourself!” I reply, a huge, proud smile spreading on my face.
“Are you asking me out?” He teases, pouring some orange juice into a mug. “I’m kidding, but I could go check it out some time. Maybe I can arrange to go with my friends. You know, hmm, one of my best friends owns an establishment of his own.”
“Really?” I ask, not keeping my excitement well hidden.
He chuckles and starts squeezing the next orange.
“It’s a bit different from a ramen shop, though. And another friend of mine works at a sushi place. Anyway, were you out with your friends yesterday? Did they ditch you?”
“More like I ditched them,” I whisper sheepishly, remembering last night and what I did to Denki.
“Did Bakugou ask you to drink?” Midoriya asks, scrunching his face up slightly. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, but it doesn’t look good. “That’s unlike him.”
“No, I sort of… imposed myself on him. He didn’t seem to mind, though.”
His eyebrows lift and he tries to hide his smile by turning towards the juicer, but I got to see it briefly. My heart leaps in my chest.
“What does that mean?” I ask, leaning in.
“Mhhm, what does what mean?” He chuckles, glancing at me for a second before turning his attention back to the orange juice.
“That smirk!”
“Hmm, Kacchan is… very vocal when he doesn’t like something or someone. I’m just… surprised I guess.”
“Are you trying to say that he likes me?” My heart’s racing as I say this, and I bite my lip trying to stop a smile.
“You’ll have to ask him that yourself.” He says, shrugging his shoulders. He places the two mugs of orange juice in front of me and offers me a warm smile. “Cheers!”
“Thanks!”
After I’ve taken my first sip, I lower the mug. “Wait, Kacchan?”
“Ah, that’s just what I call him. I told you we’ve known each other for ages.”
I feel embarrassed all of a sudden, so I finish my drink instead of saying anything else. Midoriya seems quite content, anyways.
“I should get back home,” I mutter, not looking at him as I get up. “Thank you for your hospitality, though. I won’t forget it.”
“You can stay longer, if you want. Do you want to shower?”
I already feel bad about everything else he’s done for me so I quickly decline politely.
He gets up after me and follows me as I go to his door, but before I can open it, he leans on the frame of it.“Want me to accompany you to the station? Or somewhere? I don’t mind.” He offers.
“No, it’s okay. I can get home without any problems.”
“Can I have your phone number?” Midoriya asks, a small smile spreading over his face.
I nod and he takes his mobile out, quickly unlocking it before looking at me expectantly.
“Tell me what it is and I’ll call you later. You can add me then.”
“Sure!” I say, not failing to miss the little wink he makes. I call out the numbers and he repeats them to make sure he got them right.
“I hope to see you again sometime,” he whispers, the smile still on his face. “I had fun last night, and you seem very interesting. I’d like to get to know you better.”
“Yeah, me too.” I reply, stepping outside of his apartment.
“So call me sometime, yeah?” He says, leaning in and giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Take care of yourself!”
And before I can say anything, he’s closed the door behind me. Maybe it’s the hangover, or the huge amount of information that had just been dropped on me, but I feel weird.
I’m home before I know it. I’m tired and feel confused; I don’t know what to do. I end up deciding to have a shower, hopefully to clear my head.
I try to recall what happened last night, but the warm water doesn’t have any answers. Not that I was expecting it to, anyway.
What happened with Bakugou? What did I do or say that might have driven him away? Everything hurts and I just sigh in exhaustion. I hate how embarrassed I feel, and everything stupid I did yesterday.
My phone starts ringing and I scream accidentally, shocked by the loud noise. I grab a towel and wrap it hastily around my waist when I get out of the shower, running over to where I left my stuff.
It’s an unknown number but I pick up anyway.
“Is this Kirishima?” The gentle voice on the other end of the line asks.
“Yeah, that’s me.”
“It’s Midoriya. I told you I’d phone. I was hoping to catch you at home and not on the train.”
“Yeah, I’m home. Great timing.”
Somehow, the conversation sounds awkward. Maybe it’s just me, maybe I’m just nervous about everything that’s happened recently, and I don’t know what to say to him.
I want to ask about Bakugou, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.
“I’m glad you got home alright,” he whispers, and his soft voice makes my heart clench. He’s too nice.
I bite my lip, my gaze on the ground. “I’m really sorry about last night.”
“I already told you it’s okay. It was fun meeting you.”
I feel my face heat up, but I don’t know what else to say to him.
“Are you busy?” He asks. “I don’t want to interrupt you or anything. We can talk when you’re free.”
“Yeah, I, actually, I was having a shower. I’m getting a little cold.” I try my best to sound sheepish over the phone.
“Ah, don’t get cold please! We can talk later!”
“Thank you!” I shout, scared that he’s about to hang up on me. “For everything! I will call you back!”
“I don’t doubt it,” he chuckles, “now go finish taking your shower. Bye!”
“Bye!”
I only lower my phone when I hear the beep. I know I’ve got a dopey smile on my face, but talking to him actually kind of cheered me up a little?
Oh, yeah, I should add his contact info before I forget. I open up the recent activity and something catches my eye. A new contact number was added yesterday, by the name of ‘Bakugou’.
My heart misses a beat. It can’t be true. He gave me his number?
Should I call him? Or is it too early? Should I call Midoriya just to confirm it is in fact his number?
Go to chapter 60 if you decide to call Bakugou (coming soon)
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It’s the right moment, and my whole body is tingling with excitement.
I quickly lean in and press our mouths together, closing my eyes and letting myself enjoy how soft his lips are against mine.
He kisses me back, igniting a fire within me.
My hands grope around until I find his body, and I cling onto him like I’m about to die if I don’t. He moans slightly at this, which makes my mouth open with a gasp.
He takes the chance to sneak his tongue inside, which completely takes me by surprise. My nails dig into his skin and he grabs my face with his hands, bringing our faces closer still.
His playful tongue is about to bring me overboard. I have to pull away or I might just die. He is capable of killing me with just a kiss.
I’m panting slightly, and there’s a definite bulge in my trousers, but I swallow hard and grin cheekily at him.
I lean in again, my eyes watching the way he’s staring at me, waiting for my next move.
“Should I go to your place or would you rather come to mine?” I whisper huskily into his ear.
The blond pulls away, an eyebrow raised but a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Take me to yours, pretty boy.”
I lean in and press our mouths together, just giving him a quick kiss before pulling away. I smile as I get up, our eyes connected as he does the same. I hear his stool scrape the floor as he snarls hungrily at me, my stomach jumping in excitement.
I wave at Denki as I walk past him, and he gapes at me. I try giving him an encouraging smile but he rolls his eyes and goes back to looking at his phone again, pouting slightly.
Outside, I wait until Bakugou gets out too, and then I beckon him to follow me, which he does without a word.
He’s still looking at me like he’s hungry, and it’s making me very excited. I grab his hand and pull him towards me gently, speeding up so that we can get to my house quicker and I can take his clothes off and enjoy eating him up.
We barely speak on the way to my place, but there’s a palpable tension in the air as we walk. Whenever I look at him, he stares back at me, his intense gaze burning into my soul. I try to open my mouth and talk to him, but my brain has stopped working. Maybe it’s a defence mechanism my body has come up with so I can’t possible fuck this up. He seems content that we’re not saying anything, so I just let it be.
I find it hard to open my door when we reach it, especially since he slams me into it and starts kissing me passionately. I drop my keys in the struggle but it’s not like I care when he has his tongue halfway down my throat and his leg rubbing furiously against my crotch.
“What are you waiting for?” He growls into my neck, sinking his teeth into my flesh once before continuing speaking. “Open the goddamned fucking door already.”
“I, I dropped my keys!” I whisper, my voice squeaky from trying to stop the moans from coming out.
“Fine!” He grumbles as he pushes off me and drops to his knees, picking them up. He doesn’t even look at me as he dives his head towards my pretty obvious boner. I yelp when I feel how warm his touches are, especially when he decides to spice things up by biting me gently over my trousers.
“Fuck!” I hiss, intertwining my fingers into his blond locks and pulling just slightly.
He chuckles from his place on the floor and he gets up, thrusting my keys into my unexpected hand.
“There. Thank me later.”
“I sure will.” I whisper, unlocking the door as fast as I am able and letting him in first. He takes his shoes off while staring at me before he starts to remove his jacket too.
“Hurry up or I’ll undress myself.” He snaps, throwing his item of clothing to the floor. I’ve barely entered the threshold of my house and he’s already pulling at the collar of my shirt, forcing my head towards him.
He kisses my jaw almost sweetly while he pulls at the sleeves of my jacket, tugging at the clothing until he discards it. I moan and let him do as he pleases.
We kiss as soon as I’m barefooted, and I walk him towards my room, our lips still connected. My hands move along his waist, surprising myself by how adorably small it is.
He pushes me against my bed when my legs hit the mattress, and his body is soon on top of mine.
I grind our crotches together, enjoying the little moans he lets out when I do it. He’s so warm against me, so manly, so…
My thoughts get lost when he starts tugging at my shirt and I raise my torso to help him get it off me. His mouth immediately goes to my naked skin, where he proceeds to lick and nibble everywhere.
I whine at the sensation, thrusting my hips up and meeting his. My hands roam to his jeans so I can unbutton them. I fiddle with the zipper, trying to pull it down and he aids me, finally freeing it. My fingers gently ghost over his underwear, feeling the soft fabric of them before I tug them down and grab his erect cock.
He buries his face against my neck and starts biting under my ear to muffle his groans.
He’s leaking precum, and the idea that I got him this excited makes my stomach twist in pleasure inside of me. I pump him slowly, applying slight pressure to the head just so I can hear him moan and pant.
He gasps and nuzzles me with more force, probably still trying to stop any sounds coming from him, but I’ve already decided I’m not going to stop until I have him scream my name.
I trace a finger over his little slit, rubbing the precum around it, while my circled palm gives him a little squeeze.
“Fucker!” He hisses, leaning his head back to stare at me, his eyes narrowed and his face almost scowling. I take his lips in a kiss and continue pumping him until he pants and puts his hands on my chest, breaking away.
I let go of him, worried I hurt him.
“Not fair!” He growls, tugging at his shirt and pulling it off. He quickly turns to my trousers and unbuttons them.
I pull them down along with my underwear until they reach my knees and let him gaze at my naked body. He stares at my erect cock and smirks and slowly - almost painfully slowly - gets up and repositions himself so when he kneels down, he’s at eye level with my member.
He doesn’t think twice before taking as much of my dick as he can into his mouth and my first instinct is to grab onto his hair and push hard. I fight every urge inside of me that’s begging me to thrust my hips into his warm hole and instead focus on the pleasure he’s giving me. He’s obviously skilled at sucking dick, or at least he’s got a way with my cock. I’ve never had it so good. I moan in pleasure and he looks up at me, his eyes shining with excitement.
I pull away from him, watching as my dick slides out of his mouth with a wet popping sound. He almost snaps at me but I lean in and caress his cheek gently, shutting him up. He still glares at me, frowning.
“I have an idea,” I whisper to him as I capture his lips in a sweet kiss. “Get on the bed.”
He quirks his eyebrows up but quickly throws himself onto the mattress, keen because he’s caught on to what I want to do.
I turn around and position myself so that we can both orally pleasure each other at the same time.
As soon as my dick touches his lips, he takes as much of my length as he can, gobbling me up like he’s famished. He doesn’t even give me a chance to properly breathe, and I gasp for air, my hands clinging onto the sheets as the pleasure wells up inside me again.
A loud groan escapes my mouth and I have to fight the need to tilt my head back and let the wave of bliss go through me. I quickly concentrate on his own pulsing cock, dragging my tongue over it, coating it with saliva. He lets out small moans, and it sounds adorable.
I can feel my heart swelling in my chest - I can’t believe this is happening right now.
He’s using one of his hands to pump my dick, but the other seems to be clinging onto my hips for dear life.
He pulls away from my throbbing erection with a loud gasp and calls my name. “So, uhm… who’s gonna… uh. What role do you prefer?”
For him? I can be whatever he wants.
“What about you?” I ask, pumping his dick a little harder. He shivers, throwing his head back into my pillow.
“Depends,” he pants, his low, sultry voice making something tingle inside of me, “on my partner and mood.”
“In what mood are you now?” I grin at him, putting a little bit of pressure on his member as I slowly move my hand up and down.
“Gods, I want to wreck you.” He whispers, his eyes closing slightly. “But fuck, you can fucking wrecking me too.”
“Seems like a plan!” I reply hungrily. Bakugou’s eyes fly open and he grins, all his teeth in full view. My stomach twists as I feel a little bit scared that he’s so keen to devour me.
Before I can say or do anything else, his fingers fumble around my behind.
“Did you prepare yourself beforehand?” He asks, his voice showing a little bit of hope. I shake my head and he sighs, pushing me away. “Where’s your lube?”
I tell him it’s in my bedside table and he’s quick to retrieve it for me. He coats his fingers generously as I seat myself on his lap, smiling eagerly at him. His face is so cute, I almost feel like melting. I can’t wait for him to do everything to me.
He looks up at me and his lips curl into a grin. He looks like a prey about to devour his meal and I love it. It’s scary at the same time, but when he starts stroking me I immediately calm down.
He’s much more gentle than I’d expected him to be. He seems really energetic and explosive, so having him try to fit a finger up my hole almost sweetly makes all my worries dissipate.
Bakugou grips my dick and starts to jack me off again. He chuckles when I throw my head back, groaning loudly.
His dual stimulation makes the stretch less painful. It actually feels really nice once he gets three fingers in and I start rocking my hips in excitement.
He doesn’t pressure me into having sex before I’m ready, and that’s really manly of him. He also asks me how I’m doing and if I need anything, but I kiss his worries away, my own hands going to his cock to pleasure him. I’m happy to discover that fingering me hasn’t made his erection go away. If anything, he seems even more aroused than before.
When I can’t take the fire inside of me anymore, I pull back and get on all fours in front of him.
“I’m ready.” I whisper huskily.
I hear him fumbling about behind me before his hands land on my hips and he leans down to bite my earlobe playfully.
“You sure?” He murmurs. A shiver runs down my spine and I nod my head eagerly. He pulls away, humming.
He doesn’t enter me immediately. The expectation makes me want it more, though. When he finally pushes his dick into me, he’s careful, his fingers gripping my hips tightly, but it’s like heaven.
My breath hitches in my throat and he halts. He enters me fully when I verbally reassure him that everything’s better than alright. He’s so deep in me and I’m so excited that I can hardly breathe. I want him to ram into me mercilessly.
“Go on,” I mutter, my eyes fluttering shut. When he doesn’t start immediately, I repeat myself, this time with more urgency in my voice.
He chuckles once before using most of his force to thrust into me. “You can take it this hard, right?” He snarls.
“I love it that hard.” I reply, my fingers digging into my mattress as I await his next movements.
He starts pounding into me relentlessly, and my little moans get caught in my throat, only being released when he perfectly hits that spot inside of me.
“Gods, you’re perfect. You’re so perfect for me.” He whispers out of breath but not slowing down on his thrusts.
I come with his words, a low yelping sound forcing its way out of my mouth with my unexpected climax. I immediately slump onto the bed, groaning loudly as he keeps ramming into me. He hunches over me and starts biting my shoulder, covering his own moans that way.
He pounds me into the mattress as I ride the last waves of my orgasm, hearing him mutter my name.
My heart feels fuzzy in a good way and I smile, drooling all over my sheets. He pulls away from me and when I can finally focus again I watch as he takes the condom off. I don’t remember him having put it on. He must have got it when he got the lube. I’m grateful, though. He saved us a lot of mess.
I’m still really dirty, finally noticing all the semen on my stomach and bed, but I decide I don’t care when he pulls me close to him and snuggles me against his chest.
“Come ‘ere.” He grunts, sleepily.
I wrap my arms around him and let myself doze off as well.
When I wake up the next morning, I don’t open my eyes immediately. Instead, I roll around until I’m on my side, feeling how tired my muscles are. Surprised, I start thinking why, how could that be, and then I remember what we did last night.
I finally open my eyes, a smile on my face as I turn again to face Bakugou, only to find he’s not in the bed next to me.
I’m pretty sure we went to sleep together. I can distinctly remember cuddling him to my chest and his soft snoring... so why is he not here?
His side of the bed is a mess, so I guess he did actually sleep there. I quickly jump out of the covers and start calling his name, walking around the house. Stopping at the front door, I notice my jacket and shoes are still there… but his aren’t.
I could almost swear he was here last night. We had sex, didn’t we?
I didn’t imagine it, right?
I wasn’t that drunk that my brain made it all up… Right?
Sighing, I pick up my phone and call Denki. He answers when I’m about to give up, his voice thick.
“Morning.” He mutters, stifling a yawn.
“Hey, did I leave with a blond dude last night?”
“Yeah. Why’re you asking me? Wanna brag or something? ‘Cause I can do that too.”
“No, no, it’s nothing like that.” I mumble, frustrated. I run my left hand over my messy hair, worriedly. “I wanted to make sure I hadn’t dreamt it or something. He’s not here anymore.”
“That’s normal. It was a one-night stand. Speaking of-”
I’m sorry to have to interrupt him, but this is important. “Denks, not now, I need help. We need to find him.”
“Well, if he left, it’s because he wanted to leave.” He sounds annoyed.
“You don’t understand! I really like him!”
“If the sex was that good then you can-”
“NO!!! I’ve been seeing him go past the ramen shop basically every day, and I’ve had a thing for him ever since I first saw him. Please, Denks, this isn’t just a one-night stand for me.”
He’s silent for a few seconds before I hear him sigh. “Okay, okay.” His tone is softer when he speaks again. “Go into every room, let’s see if he left a note. Maybe he wants to see you too sometime but he was in a hurry.”
“Okay,” I say as I start looking around my house. My heart’s hammering in my chest and I’m nervous. Denki’s good at distracting me, so I decide to ask him about yesterday. “Tell me about your night as I search.”
“Yeah! Well, when I saw you leave with him at first I was devastated because you’d left me! And to go get some! Dude, I was like, super angry! Okay, I really wasn’t, but you kinda motivated me to go talk to Tetsu again.”
“The bartender?” I ask, rummaging around in my kitchen.
“Yes! The first time I’d just ordered us drinks… and I’d had to finish yours, by the way, thanks for fucking off without telling me.”
“Sorry.” I whisper, running over to my sitting room.
“Nah, it’s okay. He gave me his number. I’ll call him later. I didn’t want to seem too desperate and call him immediately, so I’ll wait a bit. But I’m really excited! I have a good feeling about this.”
“I’m glad...” I mumble, trying not to sound too dejected.
“I danced soooo much last night.” Denki chirps happily. “My body hurts so much.”
“There’s no note.” I mutter, dropping myself onto my sofa. “He didn’t leave a note.”
“Hmmm. We could go there again tonight, and ask about him. He might be a regular.”
“You just want to see the bartender again.” I huff, clicking my tongue.
“There is a little bit of that!” He whispers sheepishly. “But I think it could work.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“Don’t sound so devastated! It’s not a lost cause just yet!”
“Yeah, I guess.” I feel better after talking to him. “Yeah, you’re right. Thank you, Denks, you’re amazing.”
“Sooo, how was the sex?”
I chuckle, but the phone call lasts another twenty minutes more as I go into the details of the previous night.
That night I go to Denki’s to make sure he’s ready before it’s too late. I want to get there nice and early so we can stay as long as possible in search of Bakugou.
He greets me in his underwear, but sporting a huge smile as he lets me in.
“Help me choose what to wear!” He yells, hurrying me inside of his house.
Twenty minutes later, Denki’s finally dressed in what he thinks is appropriate for the night, and we leave his house. I have to pull him to move faster as we walk to the bar, which makes him laugh.
“You’re so impatient today!”
“It’s an emergency!”
He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, but actually speeds up, much to my relief.
When we get to the bar, it’s easily as packed as it was yesterday, which isn’t a surprise given it’s Saturday. I looked around to see who to start asking about Bakugou.
“What was his name again? Could you describe him to me? If we split up this will be over quicker.” Denki whispers to me, clasping my hand tightly and giving me a soft squeeze for moral support.
“He’s got blond spiky hair and red eyes. Oh, and he’s gorgeous,” he snorts when I say that, but it doesn’t stop me from continuing, “and his name’s Bakugou.”
“Got it!” He replies, letting go of my hand and hurrying off to the counter, immediately seating himself in front of the bartender he likes.
I sigh and politely interrupt a group of three men to ask them if they’ve heard of him. They haven’t, and neither has half the bar, or at least that’s what it looks like until Denki comes over to me, his eyes shining.
“I saw you going over to chat up the bartender.” I mutter coldly.
“Well, who’s gonna know more about the customers than the bartender?” He smiles at me, trying to wipe the pout from off my face. “But he didn’t know! But, a couple heard me and they recognised him! You should come and see for yourself!”
He puts a hand on my back and starts pushing me forward, pointing at a tall, lanky man and a pink haired woman, both looking our way. She smiles and waves at us, as if she’d known us for ages.
“Hey!” She greets us when we’re within earshot. “I’m Mina! And this is my boyfriend, Hanta.”
“This is Eiji, the guy I was talking about! Tell him all you know about Bakugou!”
“He’s our neighbour!” The woman says, her yellow eyes shining. “And there’s not really that much to know about him.”
“She means that we don’t know much about him. He’s a pretty reserved dude.” The dark haired man explains, casually wrapping an arm over Mina’s shoulder and bringing her closer to his body, his eyes looking me up and down. He half-smiles. “Hey, would you be interested in… coming home with us?”
“What?” I ask, taken aback, slightly. Do they mean to go talk to Bakugou, or…?
“Ah, I forgot to mention it. They’re a couple of swingers. They come to the bar looking for bi men to have sex with.” Denki shrilly informs me.
“Ah!” I reply, waving my hands in front of my face, awkwardly trying to reject them as gently as I can. “I’m currently after someone, I’m sorry.”
“Too bad. You’re totally Mina’s type.” He responds, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.
“You totally are!” The woman says, nodding her head vigorously. “But it’s okay, your friend is a total cutie!”
“They have my number already!” Denki tells me excitedly, grabbing my arm again, before remembering about the matter at hand. “Oh, so, Bakugou! You said something about him before… what was it?”
“He’s a shady dude.” Hanta says, his tone serious.
“Yeah! I think he’s a drug dealer or something!” Mina tells him in a much more excited manner than her boyfriend. “He never greets us with a smile, and all he does is whine and complain about how loud we are.”
‘He would too.’ I think to myself, chuckling at the mental image.
“He always comes back home at weird hours. I don’t know, man, he’s just a strange dude.”
“Are you sure it’s the same man?” I ask. Bakugou didn’t strike me as a bad person last night. Sure, I didn’t get to know him for very long, but still.
“How many blond-haired dudes with red eyes do you think are going to be called Bakugou?” Denki asks, narrowing his eyes.
Hanta shrugs his shoulders before looking me dead in the eyes. “Look, do you want our help, yes or no?”
I pause, thinking about what to do next. What should I do?
Go to chapter 58 if you accept their help (coming soon)
Go to chapter 59 if you want to look for Bakugou in a different way (coming soon)
CW: NSFW, violence, drug use/abuse/addiction, alcohol use/abuse/addiction, strong language, character death.
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It isn’t worth it.
“No, dude, c’mon… I thought we were gonna have a nice night out.” I say, trying to change the subject and change his mind. “It should just be us two. I’m super stressed out with my homework and my studies and I don’t want to think about anything.”
His face falls as he believes my fib and his brows knit together cutely.
“I’m sorry dude, I don’t wanna stress you out more. Do you want another drink?”
“Yes, please.”
“Oh, wait, I know what’ll cheer you up!” Denki cries, excited.
“What?”
He smiles at me before pulling a grinder from his pocket and showing it to me. He quickly puts it away – aware of the illegality of what he’s holding, or seemingly at least – when he notices the recognition on my face.
“Why do you have that?” I hiss at him and he just shrugs his shoulders.
“Do you want to try it?”
I know he’s done it before. I remember being in high school with him, when he used to wishfully say that he wanted to try pot because he heard it felt good, and how excited he was when he told me he'd tried it.
Even if he sometimes smokes… should I?
Go to chapter 14 if you want to persuade him not to smoke
Go to chapter 15 if you want to smoke (coming soon)
