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The fading smell of new paint was the first thing that Kirishima noticed when he walked in the door of his new home. At 19, he was living away from his moms’ for the first time and even though he already missed them, he couldn’t deny the excitement he felt at being out on his own. The student accomodation had just been built and he was among the first people who were going to get to live there.
Once he was in through the front door he stepped into a brightly lit hallway, there were 4 doors on the left side and one door on the right at the far end of the hallway. From the brochures he’d seen he knew the doors on the left were bedrooms, one of which would be his. The door at the other end of the hallway leads to the living room and open kitchen.
He fished in his pocket for the set of keys he’d picked up at the security office and turned them over in his hands until he spotted the label D15 printed on the keyring. He scanned the doors and saw the matching plate, D15 was the second one down. He unlocked the door and stepped inside. His room had an en-suite bathroom, all the rooms did, it was one of the reasons he chose this place. The thought of sharing a bathroom with people he didn’t know just hadn’t appealed to him.
The room itself wasn’t huge but it looked comfortable enough. Past the door to the en-suite there was a bed against the right hand wall. At the end of the bed there was a huge desk that filled the corner of the room and stretched across the far end wall and underneath the window. There was a stand alone wardrobe and set of drawers, then there was a mirror and giant pinboard on the wall. He grinned as he looked around, he was excited to make this place his own.
He wedged his door open so he could hear when his new housemates arrived, it seemed like he was the first one there. He hated to admit it but he was pretty nervous about meeting the guys he would be living with for the next 3 years. Kirishima had always been a little shy and reserved back home, he never really had any close friends, certainly no one who he would keep in touch with now they had gone their separate ways. He was determined to make a better first impression this time round and hopefully form some good friendships.
He glanced round the room grinning to himself. Yep, this was going to be the best time of his life.
He brought the rest of his boxes into his room from where the delivery men had dropped them outside in the hall, he was already working up a bit of a sweat. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and stopped for a moment, he pulled at his shoulder length black hair and grimaced, feeling where it was starting to stick to his face. He pulled an elastic from his pocket and tied the top section back, leaving the underneath to sit on his shoulders. A few pieces at the front weren’t quite long enough to fit in the elastic so they fell around his face, creating a soft frame. He pulled at it, finding it wouldn’t quite sit how he wanted it too and he huffed in annoyance. He’d never really liked his hair all that much, he always thought it was kind of boring, just average.
He was about to take it out again to mess with it more when he heard the front door click open. His heart jumped into his chest as he shouted out an overly excited hello and stuck his head out into the hallway.
“For fucking fucks sake” he heard a deep voice grumble from behind a huge stack of boxes. The boxes were balanced precariously on top of each other and were swaying dangerously as whoever was holding them tried to keep the door pushed open and walk in at the same time.
“Hey! Let me give you a hand!” Kirishima laughed as he jumped forward and lifted the top 2 boxes off. As he moved the boxes out of the way, he was met with sharp red eyes and spiked blonde hair.
“Shit” Kirishima thought to himself. “Talk about good looking!” He felt heat creep up his cheeks and he hid behind the boxes.
“Umm, which one is your room man?” He asked, looking for a distraction while his face cools down.
“D16” comes the reply along with the jangling of keys.
“Oh cool, You’re right next door to me!” Kirishima replies, stepping to the side of his new neighbours door and letting him unlock it and go inside. Kirishima hovers at the door while the other sets the boxes down on the bed with a groan.
He stands up straight and turns around to face Kirishima.
“You coming in or gonna throw my boxes from there?” The blonde said, eye brow quirked quizzically.
“Oh! Aah yeah, sure thing,” Kirishima said as he stepped inside and placed the boxes he was holding onto the bed. He stood back up and turned to face the other with a big grin!
“Hi, I’m Eijirou Kirishima!” He stuck his hand out for the other to shake. A hand slowly reached out and shook it, eyeing the excitable ball of energy in front of him curiously.
“Katsuki Bakugo.” He says back. “Nice to meet you I guess.”
The two hold each other’s gaze a little awkwardly for a minute, until Bakugo, steps away with a cough to start tearing into one of the boxes on his bed to distract himself.
“You got any more boxes you need help with?” Kirishima asks.
“Tch…yeah, I forgot there’s still some in the hallway.” Bakugo says, walking past Kirishima and out the door.
“I’m on it dude!” Kirishima jogs after Bakugo to pick up the last few boxes, still smiling.
“How the fuck are you this full of energy…and this excited?” Bakugo huffs out a slight laugh as he says it.
“I’m just really excited to be here dude, I’ve never lived away from home and I can’t wait to see what it’s all about'' the other boy talks quickly, big bright smile not fading for a second.
After all the boxes have been brought in the two start to unpack and make their rooms their own, figuring they should wait for the other two before they start on the living area and kitchen.
Bakugo finishes his room first and comes to stand in Kirishima’s still open doorway. He takes a look around the room, it was a lot. Big bold colours everywhere,bed covers and curtains, a bright red. Body building posters already up on the walls, a small weight stack under the desk. Basically a lot of personality everywhere.
“What do you think man?” Kirishima grins as he asks Bakugo.
“It’s fine or whatever, it looks loud…kinda like you.” He replies thoughtfully, his eyes landing on Kirishima and holding his gaze.
Kirishima lets out a laugh and runs his hand shyly, through his hair that is starting to fall out of the elastic again. He’s about to try and break the silence when a loud series of bangs, followed closely by a yell interrupts them. Heads turn quickly to the source of the sound to see boxes all over the floor with a bright blonde head of hair, face down on top of them.
“Holy shit, I thought I was gonna die!’ Came a muffled voice from the figure still sprawled on the floor. A guy with black hair who was doubled over laughing also came into view.
“Kami, what the fuck dude, what did you trip over?” He wheezed out between laughs
The blonde was now scrambling to get up and pick up his boxes, as he threw a grin at the other, who was still laughing, “I dunno. My feet maybe?”
“I take it you two are the other idiots that live here?” Bakugo interrupted.
The laughter stopped for a second as the two new arrivals looked at Bakugo and his attempt at a serious grumpy expression before looking back at each other and bursting into laughter again.
“Sorry, sorry.” The taller guy with the black hair said. “I’m Hanta Sero, and this disaster here is Denki Kaminari, we know each other from high school.”
“That’s so cool!” Kirishima jumped in. “Going to college with your friend must be kinda awesome! I’m Eijiro Kirishima and grumpy here is Katsuki Bakugo, we just met a couple hours ago!”
Bakugo felt himself blush a little on realising that Kirishima had already remembered his full name, while he was standing there hoping he didn't have to make introductions because he could barely remember what letter the others began with. He was grateful for the reminder and played the name over in his mind a few times to make sure it stuck. He also wasn’t going to over think the fact that he had been called grumpy and didn’t want to immediately punch the guy.
He was about to make a snarky comment when his phone started ringing loudly. He pulled it out of his pocket and saw the contact flash up along with a picture of himself hugging a girl. He slid his finger across the screen and held it up to his ear.
“Hey you” he said quietly as he turned and walked into his room, waving to the other 3 over his shoulder that he would be back in a few minutes.
“Ooh maybe he has a girlfriend?” Kaminari questioned as he unlocked the door to his room and shoved his boxes inside. Kirishima had watched Bakugo disappear into his room talking and just let his eyes stay fixed on the door.
He couldn’t help the teeny part of him that was disappointed his extremely attractive new neighbour was not only straight but had a girlfriend.
He figured it was probably a good idea not to get fixated on the first pretty guy he comes across anyway, especially his new housemate.
They all made quick work of getting their rooms unpacked and into a semi-state of organization before they all crashed out in the living room, Kirishima deciding to order pizza for the four of them to celebrate their first night in the apartment.
“Ok, what do you all like on your pizza’s?” Denki and Sero had clearly shared pizza before when both of them yelled out BBQ chicken in perfect sync.
Kirishima nodded and chuckled turning to Bakugo who was scrolling through his phone softly smiling at whatever he was reading. He nudged the blonde's foot with his own and he quickly pulled his expression back to his usual blank, almost annoyed face.
“What do you like on your pizza? My treat.” Kirishima repeated, taking the wait for a response as a shameless excuse to observe the others' features. He kind of wished the little smile would come back, he’s looked so soft like that.
“You don’t have to do that, I can pay for my own pizza dumbass.” Bakugo grumbled, leaning back into his seat not making eye contact.
“I know, it’s just my way of saying I’m really happy to be here and I’m already glad I met you.” He fell quiet for a moment and then added a quick, all of you, on the end.
Bakugo shifted in his seat again and Kirishima would swear he saw the tiniest flicker of that smile from earlier until he heard him say.
“Fine, I like anything spicy, but I’ll eat pretty much whatever.”
“Gotcha” Kirishima is already scrolling through his phone for the delivery app and placing his order.
The four decided on a loud action movie as they waited for the food to arrive. Sero and Denki naturally gravitated towards each other and were sitting on one of the couches so Kirishima dropped into the seat next to Bakugo. He didn’t linger on the thought that filled his chest that he was already really comfortable being around his housemates, especially Bakugo.
The buzzer sounded to let them know that the pizza had arrived, Kirishima jumped up to go down and collect it. As he shoved his feet into his shoes, he saw a figure come out of the living room. He turned around to see Bakugo walking towards him and starting to put his shoes on too.
“I’ll come help you bring it up.” He mumbled quietly
“Thanks man, you don’t have to do that you know.” Kirishima replied.
“I know.” Bakugo said as they left the apartment and into the lift. They stood in comfortable silence for a minute before Bakugo opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by his phone ringing again. Kirishima saw the familiar blonde girl flash up on the screen and he looked down to his shoes, feeling like he was about to intrude on a private conversation.
Bakugo answered with a quick “Hey, I’m just grabbing dinner with a friend, can I call you back later?” Kirishima heard the distinctive high pitched voice of a female tell him it was fine and then Bakugo hung up. He put the phone back in his pocket and turned to Kirishima. “I’ll get dinner next time ok?”
“Sure man, thanks.” Kirishima tried to hold back a smile as the other tried to keep his grumpy expression. The tiniest quirk of his lip giving him away.
“So what are you studying?” Kirishima asked.
“Chemical Engineering. You?” Bakugo replied.
“Sports Science and Physical Therapy” Kirishima said proudly, he was so excited to finally be chasing his dream. School had been tough on him, he wasn’t the best academically and having to focus on so many other subjects had made him doubt he would ever get here. “You must be really smart to be taking a subject like that! I had a really hard time at school with some subjects so I’m just really happy to have actually made it.” He blushed a little and was grateful that th lift door opened so he could turn away and get out.
Bakugo watched him jog off towards the man standing by the door holding a stack of pizzas. He was so bright and cheery, it was kind of, cute he supposed. Like an over excited puppy.
When they were back in the lift, Bakugo carrying two pizzas and Kirishima carrying the other two boxes and a mystery bag, he said quickly “If you ever need help studying, I can always tutor you or whatever.” He looked away and missed the shy smile that Kirishima gave him as he gave a quiet thank you.
They got back into the apartment and went straight into the living room where Sero and Kaminari were still sprawled out on the couch watching the movie. Kirishima handed his two boxes to them and they thanked him and immediately tucked right in.
He turned and went to sit next to Bakugo, handing the box labelled spicy meat feast to him as he sat down. He fished through the bag and pulled out a small bottle of hot sauce and handed it to the other who looked at it in surprise, sending Kirishima a questioning look.
“I didn’t know if the pizza would be spicy enough for you so I got that too, you know, just in case.” He said while picking up a slice of pizza and taking a huge bite.
Bakugo didn’t know what to say. He made a barely audible tch sound and mumbled a thanks, he didn’t know why but he felt something in his chest. Or maybe it was his stomach. That was it, he was probably just hungry.
They ate the pizza in relative silence as the movie played on, Kirishima couldn't help keep stealing glances at his new blonde housemate. He really was so damn attractive. This was going to be really inconvenient.
A couple of hours later and they all separated and went off to their own rooms, exhausted after a hugely busy but successful first day.
The next few days pass quickly and the four easily fall into their own routines. Classes didn’t start for another week so they took time to get to know each other and to explore some of the local student bars and hangouts.
Kirishima learnt that Sero was so chill and relaxed, literally nothing phased him whatsoever. Kaminari was hyperactive and constantly thinking or talking about sex. This girl, that guy, and he wasn’t shy about shamelessly flirting with anyone. His housemates included but they quickly figured out it was all light hearted and held no real meaning when it came to them.
Bakugo had been harder to read at first, he was quiet in a lot of conversations, came across as grumpy or annoyed a lot of the time but was actually pretty soft. He spoke a lot to his girlfriend, she seemed to call him most days and Kirishima saw them texting a few times throughout the day.
Two days before classes start, Kirishima had finally decided to start the project that his course had set all of the students for over the summer break. He read through the brief and realised it was just an introduction to himself that he was to present on his first day. He thought his life was pretty unremarkable so far and figured it wouldn’t take him long. Knowing that, he decided a coffee would be a good way to get him in a working mood. It certainly wasn’t a distraction. Or an excuse to go talk the grumpy blonde and see if he could also be torn away from his studies for a coffee break.
He knocked on Bakugos door and waited until he heard a gruff “come in” from inside. He opened the door and then hovered there, realising he hadn’t actually been inside his room since that first day. He could see Bakugo sitting at his desk back turned away as he wrote something in a notebook. After a few minutes of silence, Bakugo turned round and motioned him inside and pointed to the bed.
“Sit, I’ll just be a second” he said and Kirishima walked in slowly and sat down, right on the edge of the bed. He glances around, noticing how neat and tidy everything is, there weren’t a lot of personal belongings that he could see, aside from a few manga on his shelves and a couple of pictures on his pinboard next to his timetable. He looked at the pictures, quickly spotting one of an older woman who looked exactly like Bakugo and a dark haired man he assumed were his parents and then 3 other pictures of Bakugo and a very pretty girl with long fawn coloured hair.
That must be a girlfriend he thought, a little sadly. He can see what Bakugo sees in her, even though he is very much gay, he can see the girl is attractive. That must be Bakugo’s type then. One quick glance in Bakugos mirror to his own, black hair, stocky build and plain face and instantly felt his mood drop.
“You look like someone just stole your candy” Bakugo interrupted his thoughts. Kirishima’s eyes shot to the other only to find that he had spun his chair round and was now looking straight at him with beautiful red eyes. Kirishima quickly found his smile again and waved him off. “No no no, I’m fine, I was just a little lost in thought” he said. “Anyway,” he followed up loudly, “I was gonna go grab coffee to inspire me to do my project, you wanna join me?”
“Sure,” Bakugo replied, “my project is pretty much finished now so I’m free.” Kirishima threw his hands up in exasperation and whined. “Dude what?! I haven’t even started mine yet.” Bakugo shrugged as he grabbed a hoodie “Guess I’m just a better student than you then dumbass.” Kirishima would have been offended if he couldn’t see the smirk on Bakugos face or feel the nudge on his shoulder as he walked past him. “C’mon idiot, let’s go get your inspiration coffee.” Kirishima jumped up and followed him out the door.
To Kirishima’s surprise, Bakugo insisted on taking him to a coffee shop out of the main student area, telling him they did way better coffee than anywhere else. Once they got there Kirishima saw it was a tiny little hole in the wall coffee shop that you’d miss if you weren’t looking for it. Bakugo led them inside and to a quiet table in the back.
A waitress came over and gave them a coffee menu each, Bakugo didn’t even look at his, knowing what he wanted and ordered a strong black coffee. Kirishima took the quickest glance across the menu, deciding on his usual caramel latte with cream. Bakugo grimaced. “I thought you wanted coffee not dessert.” Kirishima stuck out his tongue and insisted that his coffee choice was just as valid as Bakugo’s even with all the sweet additions.
The waitress came back with their drinks and placed them down, smiling at the two of them brightly before leaving them alone. They chatted easily between themselves while they drank, the conversation never faltered, they laughed at each other and talked animatedly. Both of them noticed the comfortable atmosphere they already felt with each other. It just felt so natural.
Back at the flat Kirishima took himself off to his room for a shower, he got in and let the hot water run all over him. He banged his head lightly on the wall, he had to stop with the feelings. Bakugo was straight, had a girlfriend and was very much not into him. He doubted very much that he would appreciate finding out that Kirishima was attracted to him, he definitely wouldn’t be comfortable hanging around with him the way they did. He really needed to get a grip, he needed a distraction or a date.
A week or so later and their classes had officially started. All four boys were in and out of the apartment all the time during the day and into some evenings, they quickly decided on a group chat to keep in touch and arrange to meet for coffees and lunches between classes, gym sessions and to make some of their evening plans. They all liked to go out and relax and had made their way around most of the student bars at least twice.
A lot of Denki and Sero’s classes matched up leaving Kirishima and Bakugo together quite a lot, they usually took advantage by going to the gym, a bar or even a bookshop together. Kirishima was amazed when Bakugo quite happily picked out a bunch of romance manga that he was in the middle of reading, saying he didnt give two fucks what people thought about it, they were good stories.
Over the course of their first month they formed a close friendship, Kirishima looked forward to the time they spent together more and more, he was getting good at convincing himself he wasn’t attracted to the blonde. He only let his thoughts wander to his good looks when he was alone, drifting off to sleep, silently wishing things could be different.
Bakugo wasn’t used to people. It was simple, he didn’t particularly dislike them, they just didn’t usually have an impact on his life. So moving in with three other guys who were loud and over friendly had been a lot to take in. He was more surprised to realise he didn’t hate it. Especially the black haired guy, Kirishima. There was something about him that made him forget himself and his trained grumpy exterior. He felt calm and relaxed. He noticed himself smiling more and laughing. He felt… something. He didn’t know what it was. He found himself on the phone to his step sister Camie a lot, she generally laughed at his stupidity telling him he would figure it out soon enough. Camie had been in his life for around 10 years, his mom had married her dad after his own dad had passed away when he was just a kid. Being only a few months older than him she had become the person he talked to most. He didn’t really have friends growing up, he wasn’t great at social interactions and was too focused on studying to be the best to be concerned with making friends. He hadn’t realised how much he had missed out on until he had these three idiots crowding into his life and forcing friendship on him like it or not.
Camie texted him constantly, making sure he was doing ok, was making friends and generally wanting all the details about his new life. He had told her straight away about Kirishima about how he didn’t hate him from the off, and didn't even mind spending time with him. Camie had just listened, amused at what she was hearing, knowing that her little brother didn’t have a clue that he was probably developing a crush. She called him most days to listen to him talk about his interactions with Kirishima that day and how small things made him smile, like when he had bought the hot sauce on that first night in case the pizza wasn’t spicy enough for him. He talked about how he was amazed he’d gone so long without having any real friends. That he felt so comfortable around him in particular. He told her he was so happy to have found a best friend. That’s what was right, a best friend. Camie smiled softly through the phone at her clueless brother and hummed in agreement, he’d figure it out soon enough.
It was a quiet afternoon in the apartment and Sero, Kirishima and Bakugo were sitting in the living room, some crappy series on the TV that no one was really watching when the door swung open and Denki walked in and threw himself dramatically over the sofa, head ending up in Sero’s lap and an arm draped across his head in feigned exhaustion.
“I can’t go to class anymore, I just can’t.” He wailed. “It’s too exhausting to listen to that utter douchebag for one more minute.”
“What are you talking about Denks?” Sero asked, clearly used to Denki’s dramatics.
“There’s this guy in my class, he’s the captain of the football team and he’s such a giant asshole! Thinks he’s amazing just because he’s hot and into sports, when actually he’s just a prick with a huge ego. He turned up to class with the ass cut out of his pants so everyone could slap him today. Apparently he lost a bet and that was his punishment. And he was so cocky about it.” Denki barely stopped for breath before continuing. “He’s a fucking know it all in class too. Never just shuts the fuck up. Like, we get it, you're hot and clever so what.” Denki continued to rant loudly as the others listened, holding back laughter at the display.
“AND and and” hesat up suddenly, emphasising his annoyance, “he’s a complete slut, he’s slept his way through half the campus already. Everyone says he has a boyfriend back home that has no clue about any of this. It’s him I feel sorry for.” Denki was almost wagging his finger at this point.
Sero couldnt hold his laugh in anymore and patted Denki’s head. “Take a breath man, you’re gonna hyperventilate!”
“Ugh I know, it's just exhausting to listen to him y’know. I need a drink.” He sits bolt upright, eye’s bright with a new idea. “Let’s go drinking! Not anywhere around here. Somewhere fancy. I need a night out to recover. The others all finally agree with his plan.
Later that night, they’re all dressed and ready to go. Denki leads them into the city saying he knows of a cocktail bar he’s been wanting to try out. They approach a tall slim building, it looked like it had a lot of floors and as they went inside they could see each one had a different theme. Denki picked the floor at the very top, it was alternative and he figured that would mean more hot girls and guys for him to meet.
They stepped out of the lift into a small but pretty crowded bar. A couple of people stood behind the bar making some exotic looking cocktails. They quickly found themselves a small table and took a seat. Denki offered to get the first round as it was his idea so he went to the bar, making a beeline for a very gorgeous bartender. He was tall and wore ripped jeans a black button up with the top few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to reveal tattoo sleeves on both arms. There were more tattoos visible beneath the shirt and a little up his neck too. The man had split dyed red and white hair, spiked up on top with an undercut all the way round. He had a scar across his left eye that somehow managed to make him even more attractive and piercings, down his ears, through his nose and lip.
Denki turned back to face his friends, wiggling his eyebrows. Ok, so this was the guy he wanted to flirt with for tonight. They all watched as Denki leant over the bar to get closer and whisper into the other man's ear. As he was listening to whatever Denki was saying, his eyes flicked over to where the others were sitting and made eye contact with Kirishima. A smile spread across his lips and Kirishima would swear he winked at him. His eyes went wide and he made a point of looking at the table, despite there being nothing on it yet.
Denki returned to the table flopping into a seat with a huff. “He didn’t give me his number.” He grumbled. Sero gave him a sympathetic squeeze round his shoulders and started to tell him there were a lot of other beautiful people in the bar that he could flirt shamelessly with.
As if on cue, the very beautiful bartender appeared holding a tray of drinks. He places them all down, giving the name of them as he did. When it came to Kirishima’s drink, he placed it down saying “tall, dark and handsome” he winked and smiled at him before turning back towards the bar. Kirishima was pretty sure he’d asked for a cosmopolitan. His tummy flipped a little bit at the attention. He wasn’t used to being the focus of anyone's attention and it made him a little nervous.
Later, when it came to his round Kirishima made his way to the bar, glancing back to see the others deep in conversation. The hot bartender made a beeline for Kirishima, leaning over the bar on his elbows and giving him a sultry smile.
“What can I get for you, beautiful?” He asks smoothly, the words coming out like melted butter.
“Errrr, my friends want the same again but, I guess you could surprise me. What do you recommend?”
The bartender takes a second to think before smirking and replying. “I think you’d love a screaming orgasm.”
Kirishima chokes on his own spit and sputters out a garbled “Sorry what!?
The bartender laughs a little and points at the cocktail menu, straight at the drink labelled a ‘screaming orgasm’ Kirishima flushes bright red.
“Oh uhh sure, that sounds good” he tries to recover while his cheeks still burn. The bartender starts to make the drinks and keeps the conversation going.
“My name’s Shoto by the way. I think I’ve seen you on the campus before.”
“Oh yeah…maybe,” Kirishima stutters out. “I’m a student there. I’m Eijiro Kirishima,”
“Well hello Kiri, it’s very nice to meet you. I’m a third year student, I just work here part time so I can afford my apartment.”
Kirishima likes how his name sounds on the bartender's lips, especially the nickname. They talk briefly while Shoto makes the drinks and offers to bring them over to the table.
He places the drinks on the table once again and spends a few minutes talking to all four men, shamelessly flirting with all of them, including Bakugo who didn’t really seem to catch on. However, it was obvious that most of Shoto’s flirting was aimed at Kirishima. He continued to take every opportunity to throw compliments and hover around their table as he could and when they were ready to leave, heading towards the lift, Shoto jumped out from behind the bar and caught Kirishima’s elbow. He turned around to see that beautiful face with the perfect amount of piercings, looking at him, waiting to speak.
“Hey beautiful, I’m just about to finish my shift, would you stay for another drink with me?” He asked confidently.
Kirishima stood in a stunned silence for a moment before his brain kicked back into gear. “Errr, ok I guess that would be nice, I’ll just go tell my friends.” He walked back towards the other three as Shoto went back to the bar, taking off his apron.
“So the bartender just offered to buy me a drink so I think I’m gonna stay for a bit longer ok?” He said cheerfully.
“Oooh get it Kiri! I’m totally not jealous.” Denki said teasingly.
“It’s just a drink Denki, shut up!” He replied quickly, trying hard to keep the heat from his cheeks. He turns to say goodbye to the others and notices Sero is following Bakugo who already got in the lift and was looking pointedly at his shoes.
“Ok, see you guys,” he yelled waving at Sero who flicked a wave back and then turned to Denki who hugged him and whispered. “Be safe dude.” Before following the others to the lift.
When they got outside, Bakugo felt sick, it was sudden and he was almost sure it wasn’t the drinks. He felt an irrational amount of anger towards the two tone bastard who had kept Kirishima’s attention for most of the night. He was even more annoyed when the asshole had the nerve to ask him to stay for another drink. Of course Kirishima would make other friends, have other friends, so why did this make his gut twist like this. He wanted to go back to the bar and get his friend to come home with him where it was safe and away from the stupid, handsome barman. The more he thought about them staying to have a drink alone, the more his stomach lurched and sank. He leaned into a bush and threw up. What the fuck. He was sure he hadn’t drunk all that much.
“Hey dude, you ok over there?” Sero said from a few paces behind. “Drank too much huh?”
“I guess so,” Bakugo answered, still confused. Throwing up hadn’t helped him feel better, everything still felt wrong. The thought of Kirishima not being with them felt wrong. “Fuck’s sake, he’s allowed other friends” he muttered to himself. “You sound like a jealous boyfriend” he tries to convince himself it was fine but when he got home and finally climbed into bed he finally let his thoughts come to the forefront of his mind. What was this really? Why was this upsetting him so much? He finally asked himself if he was in fact, jealous. Was it because he felt more for Kirishima than friendship. He couldn’t, he wasn’t even gay. Was he? He’d never really considered it as a possibility. He hadn’t ever had feelings for anyone other than the usual annoyance. Could this be attraction? Jealousy? He just didn’t know. That night it took him a long time to finally fall asleep.
As the lift had closed and started its decent. Kirishima turned around and saw Shoto leaning against the bar with two drinks next to him. He walked towards him and smiled shyly, Shoto handed him the drink and led the conversation easily. He complimented Kirishima, he was sincere and very sweet, every so often throwing in a comment so out right sexy that he thought his cheeks were gonna burn under the heat.
Once they finished their drinks, Shoto put a finger under Kirishima’s chin and tilted his face gently before pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He felt Kirishima’s breath catch as he did. He leaned in close, lips right next to his ear “So, I can either walk you back home, or you can come back to my apartment, it’s not far.” He said softly, voice laced with care and affection.
Kirishima kissed him back with a little more urgency and said “You can take me back with you.”
Shoto stands up, grabbing his jacket and holding his hand out to Kirishima, he takes it and lets himself be led out of the building and to a nice looking block of apartments about three streets away. They step into the lift and as the door slides shut, Shoto pulls him in by his waist, kissing him slowly, Kirishima melts into the kiss, feeling the others hand move up into his hair, pulling gently. He moans softly into Shoto’s mouth which only makes the grip in his hair tighten. The feeling shoots straight down to his dick and he pushes his hips forward to grind against Shoto’s rapidly growing erection.
The lift opens on Shoto’s floor and he urges Kirishima backwards, not breaking the kiss. He finds his door and pushes him against it, using his key card to unlock it. It fell open and a hand round Kirishima’s waist stopped him from falling flat on the floor. They made it through and Shoto kicked the door shut behind them as he maneuvered Kirishima through the open living space and into his bedroom. When Kirishima felt the back of his legs touch the bed, he stopped and allowed Shoto to push him softly backwards and crawl over him.
“Fucking Hell you’re gorgeous” the two toned man whispered by Kirishima’s ear as he kissed down the side of his neck, licking and sucking gently as he moved. Kirishima’s hands worked on Shoto’s shirt buttons, eventually opening it completely and pushing it over the others shoulders, Shoto sat back and let the shirt be tugged down his arms and off completely, discarded on the floor. Kirishima’s eyes roamed over Shoto’s torso, lean and muscled, covered in intricate tattoos. Fuck, he wanted to lick him all over.
Shoto lent forward again, catching Kirishima’s lips, tongue pushing into his mouth, exploring, drawing out moans and whimpers as his hands roamed. With a surge of confidence, Kirishima bucked his hips up, grabbing tattooed hips and flipping them over so that he was now straddling Shoto. He pulled his own shirt over his head and threw it out of the way. He bent down to Shoto’s chest and started to kiss along his pecs, finding a pierced nipple and letting his tongue play with it, enjoying the feeling of Shoto’s hips twitching involuntarily upwards. He shuffled back and felt Shoto bring himself up on his elbows looking down at Kirishima, eyes half lidded, watching his every move.
He continued to move down, kissing and licking every rise and dip of muscle, toned abs and prominent v shape that disappeared into black skinny jeans. He sucked little hickeys onto the others skin as he undid the button and lifted his hips up to pull the jeans off along with his boxers. Shoto’s cock was just as pretty as the man himself, long, thick and rock fucking hard. Just knowing that he was the cause of that sent even more blood rushing between his own legs. He took his dick in his hand and tentatively licked at the tip, he licked up the beads of pre-cum that had already formed and listened to the other man moan loudly as he took him in his mouth. A hand found its way back into his hair, gripping harder this time, Kirishima’s eyes rolled back at the touch. Why was that so hot?! He looked up and made eye contact with Shoto as he took him all the way down his throat, right to the base.
“Holy shit, keep doing that and I’ll come way too quick,” Shoto panted out. Kirishima grinned as he came back up before sinking back down again, repeating the movement over and over. “Fuck I’m serious, a..a..ah I’m gonna come baby…wait” Kirishima pulled off him, replacing his mouth with his hand, moving up and down at a fast pace.
“So come for me” he whispered, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue as he continued to work Shoto’s dick, feeling it pulse and twitch, watching Shoto’s hands grip the sheets tightly. He came with a broken cry and white hot liquid spilled out on Kirishima’s tongue, some hitting his chin and falling to his chest. He swallows all that made it into his mouth and uses his fingers to catch the drops on his face. He sucks every drop off his fingers and then pulls Shoto so he’s sitting up and brings their lips together. Shoto slips his tongue into Kirishima’s mouth, tasting himself. Seemingly not needing any time to recover, his hands began to slide across Kirishima’s well defined chest, pausing at his nipple, feeling his breath hitch with every pinch and pull.
“Sensitive here are you baby?” Shoto drawls. “Don’t keep your pleasure to yourself, you sound so fucking good when you moan.” Kirishima lets out a whine as he grinds down onto Shoto’s dick which is already starting to get hard again.
“It’s probably a good thing that you already made me come, I’m can’t wait to fuck you into the mattress and I want to make it last.” Shoto is pulling at Kirishima’s pants, sliding them down his legs as he lifts up onto his knees.
“Take them off and lie down for me,” Shoto tells him as he urges Kirishima to stand up and get out of his remaining clothes. He reaches over to his bedside cabinet and pulls out lube and a condom, laying them on the bed next to him. He waits for Kirishima to lie back on the bed and Shoto lies beside him, leaning over him and bringing him into another kiss. His hand travels down his body to running fingers delicately over his erection and down to cup his balls, squeezing them gently. His hand pulls away for a moment and Kirishima hears the sound of lube being squeezed out. He feels an arm wrap around and under his thigh, lifting it up towards his chest, spreading him open, he feels a cold finger press against his hole and begin to circle round, spreading to lube and heating it up as he moves. He pushes his ass down, desperate to feel something inside him. Shoto grins into the kiss as he senses Kirishima’s desperation and pushes a finger all the way in.
“Fuck!” Kirishima gasped out, grinding his ass down again, begging for more, begging to be filled and stretched. Shoto presses another finger in next to the first and slides them in and out, scissoring them each time he moves.
“More please, Sho, I want more.” Kirishima whimpered into Shoto’s mouth as the kissing continues, turning desperate. Shoto finally gives in and slides a third finger in, grazing his prostate as he does. Kirishima can barely hold his hips still and keeps pushing back onto Shoto’s fingers, quickening his pace.
“Are you ready for me to fuck you?” Shoto asks, removing his fingers and lowering Kirishima’s leg back down to the bed.
“Ngh, yes… please. Want to feel you, want you inside me now.” He pants out, spreading his thighs as Shoto climbs in between them, making quick work of rolling the condom on. He picks up Kirishima's leg again, this time wrapping it around his waist, Kirishima understands and wraps the other around his waist too and crosses his ankles. Shoto pushes up onto his knees, lifting Kirishima’s hips with him and leans forward to connect their lips again. He lines his cock up with his wet entrance and pushes his hips forward, sinking into the other slowly. Kirishima’s breath catches as he’s filled until he feels Shoto’s hips press against his ass. The position meaning he gets really deep as he bottoms out. Shoto’s forehead drops to Kirishima’s shoulder as he lets out a shaky breath, holding himself still.
“Are you ok if I move, you feel so good, I want to make you come while I’m fucking you.” Shoto murmurs into the other's shoulder and listens for Kirishima's reply. A resounding “Fuck yes. Please fuck me,” is all he needs to hear before he draws back almost to the tip and sinks back in, groaning loudly as he does. He picks the pace up a little more, focusing more on fucking him hard and slamming into his prostate with every thrust. Feeling him clench tightly around him every time he buries himself.
“Fucking hell Kiri, baby you’re so tight, you feel so good, so fucking good for me.” Shoto pants out the words and he can tell Kirishima is getting close by the broken noises that are escaping his lips as he grips tight to Shotos bare shoulders. . He slips a hand between them and wraps it around Kirishima’s cock, pumping in time with his thrusts. He feels his cock twitch and then tightening around his own cock as Kirishima cries out, painting his stomach with come.
He moves his arms up to grab Shoto round his neck, pulling him down for another searing kiss, then letting his hands slide over his back as Shoto continued to slam into him, chasing his own release.
“Where do you want me to come?” He manages to breathe out against Kirishima’s lips.
“In me, please come inside me.” Those panted out words tipped Shoto over the edge and he collapsed onto Kirishima as he came hard, his whole body shuddering as the pleasure racked through him.
They lay there for a minute or so, catching their breath and feeling their heart rates slowly return to normal. Shoto slips the condom off and ties it up and stands up from the bed, his legs still a little shaky. He drops it in the trash as he walks to the bathroom and disappears for a couple of minutes. Kirishima is working himself up to get up and get ready to leave, he’s under no illusion that this is anything more than a hook up and he’s totally ok with that. However when Shoto comes back with a warm cloth and cleans him up gently, covering him with soft kisses, he thinks staying the night wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. He put the cloth to one side and pulled the sheets up over to cover them both, pulling Kirishima up against him and kissed him softly on the lips.
“You feeling ok beautiful?” Kirishima just nods, sleep begging to take him already. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to but I always think it's nice to cuddle after.” He was really struggling to stay awake now as he mumbled his agreement and moved closer to the other, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped tightly in his arms. He let himself drift off listening to Shoto’s steady breathing.
Waking up the next morning, Kirishima sat up and pulled himself out of Shoto’s arms, jostling him awake.
“I’m gonna head home,” he whispers as he looks round to find his discarded clothes around the room.
“Sure thing,” Shoto replies sleepily. “Give me your phone?” He questions. Kirishima hands it over and watches as Shoto puts his number into his contacts. “If you ever want to do this again, just give me a call. I had a lot of fun with you.” He was still smiling as he handed the phone back. Kirishima blushed softly and nodded, adding his contact to the phone that Shoto had just handed him. He felt good that he made an impression.
“I’ll do that,” he replies, leaning down to press a quick kiss to the others lips before heading towards the door. “See you later Sho,” he says as he leaves.
He steps out into the morning air and it wakes him up instantly, it's pretty cold and he didn't bring a jacket. He definitely looks like he never made it home, he thinks and smiles to himself at the memory. He makes the short walk back to the apartment and into the kitchen to get a well needed drink.
“I take it things went well last night then, Kiri?” Sero asked as he hugged a mug of coffee. He looked towards the voice to see Denki grinning at him also and Bakugo looking…he wasn’t sure. Annoyed? Upset? Was he grossed out by him? He didn’t take Bakugo to be the type to judge but maybe he thought less of Kirishima now?
Bakugo however, was desperately trying to process the realization that Kirishima wasn’t just still sleeping in after his late night. He hadn’t come home. Which meant he’d stayed the night with that asshole from the bar. His grip on the edge of the table tightened and the familiar feeling in his stomach from last night came back ten fold. He felt like he’d been kicked and it was so painful he almost wanted to double over. His throat felt tight and he could feel something prick behind his eyes. He shoved away from the table and excused himself saying he had to get ready and go to class.
“Aww poor guy must still be hungover,” Denki mused as he watched the blonde disappear into his room. “He threw up in a bush on the way home last night.” He continued, laughing to himself. Kirishima’s gaze followed after him too. Was that it? He was just hungover?
In his room, Bakugo closed the door and sank down against it. He put his head in his hands and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the image of Kirishima and that other guy. It hurt, he realised, it really hurts, it’s more than jealousy, this is something else. He let out a quiet sob he had been trying to swallow as he pulled out his phone, flicking quickly through the contacts. He found the number he was looking for and pressed call. A cheery voice rang through just seconds later.
“Hey bro, hows it…” she broke off as she heard the first sob. “What happened? Are you ok? Are you hurt?”
“Camie, I need to talk to you.”