☆ Bakugou is quirkless
☆ Age gap: Kiri is 32, Bakugou is 20
☆ SLOW BURN; if you know me, you know this is NO JOKE
☆ VERY NSFW later on
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What the fuck ever. Working for a pro hero was probably gonna be a goddamn hassle, but at least the pay would be good.
Fuck yes he was.
So, Monday, he walked into Red Riot’s office.
He didn’t let his eyes linger long.
He was here to start his damn job, not ogle his way-too-old-for-him-and-probably-not-gay boss.
Well, Katsuki didn’t /want/ to go to college. He’d never wanted to.
(Okay, so he wasn’t /really/ that mad at them, but his mom had pushed her damn luck about him going to school and getting a degree, and he just… wanted to live his own fucking life.)
“What can I help you with?”
Dear god, that high-pitched, too-cheerful voice of hers was going to fucking kill him.
Hopefully, he wouldn’t be on this level that often.
So, really, learning anything more about Red Riot than that his hair was shitty and he had a shitty, annoying smile was beyond Katsuki’s projected pay grade.
“Hi!” she said, extending her hand to him and smiling warmly.
Even if he’d been into women, he sure as shit wouldn’t be into /this/ one.
“Bakugou,” he said, annoyed. Obviously, he wasn’t gonna fucking shake it. “The fuck took you so long?”
“’S just Bakugou.”
She beamed at him, but the expression seemed… off. Almost false.
This bitch did /not/ like him.
He grunted, shoulders folding forward in an attempt to silently say, “/I’m fucking not./”
“I’ll do my best to show you what you need to do. I don’t wanna hand this job off to just /anyone/, and I don’t like repeating myself, so pay attention. Got it?”
She smirked. “That’s the spirit.”
The ride in the elevator was fairly silent after that. They clicked past the second floor, the third, the fourth…
She put her phone away and raised an eyebrow. “Red Riot’s ranked eleventh, but I’ve been wanting to work for Intrepid /forever/, and now that I’ve finally landed a job at his office, I’m not passing up the opportunity.”
Katsuki, poor quirkless Katsuki, was left rotting in the dust. He’d hoped for years that his own quirk would manifest latently like it had for Deku.
But it never had.
He supposed it made sense that she’d want to work for him, though. Who wouldn’t? The jackass had to be making millions at this point. Every investor out there was looking for ways to get their brand on his toned ass.
He glared. “Don’t care.”
Takaiyo shrugged. “You should. Come on.”
“Most of the pros work on the fourth floor.”
They’d gotten off at the sixth floor.
“And sixth floor is where the high-ranked pros and Red himself work!” She stopped as they reached the back of the sixth floor and gestured to a closed door with “RED RIOT” stamped into a metal plaque on the wood.
Takaiyo dragged a chair over from an empty cubicle. “This is my desk—or, rather, /your/ desk.”
She sat in her own chair and patted the spare she’d grabbed.
She laughed. “Yeah, well. He has one hell of a sweet tooth, so be ready for all sorts of weird requests.”
Fine. Weird, he could do.
“Fine.” Great. So he’d be babysitting the fucker. F a n t a s t i c.
Takaiyo pulled up the schedule again, and Katsuki frowned.
“The green is when he’s on patrol,” Takaiyo explained, tapping the screen.
“No,” she said with a soft huff. “He works every day. I think maybe he’s taken /one/ day off since I started working here.”
“How long’ve you been here?”
(In the next update, Baku will meet Kiri~)
Like way hot. Hotter in person than on the TVs downstairs or on the tabloid covers. Like, Red Riot had pecs so round and well-defined that Katsuki was 100% sure he was gay.
He swallowed hard as Takaiyo went over Red Riot’s daily schedule, explaining that he had a meeting with some investor at eight and another one at ten, right before he went on patrol.
Hands Katsuki wanted /all over him/.
Then he finally raised his gaze to meet Red Riot’s, and his stomach clenched. The other man was beaming right at him, and it was obvious he’d just asked a question.
Takaiyo rolled her eyes.
“Sorry, man!” Red Riot said, standing and laughing. It was the most perfect cucking laugh Katsuki had ever heard, and he hated himself for liking it.
He was /supposed/ to keep some sort of distance. He was supposed to be professional about all of this. But shit. /Shit./ The guy was just too fucking beautiful.
It wasn’t fair.
“Yeah,” he replied, making sure to scowl extra hard. “’S me.”
He held his meaty hand out. “I’m Sturdy Hero: Red Riot!”
“No shit,” he replied dryly.
But Red Riot just laughed, full and loud. He clapped Katsuki on the back. “No, it’s fine! I like it! Super manly, to be honest!”
She relaxed, eyes narrowing at Katsuki. “Right.”
“Okay, Takaiyo, is everything set up for the sponsorship with TrainWell?”
“Great! Thanks so much!”
She bowed. “Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?”
“I have some fan mail that I could really use help with, if you don’t mind.”
Katsuki scowled. What the /fuck/ was he supposed to do with fan mail?
“What do I do with it?” he asked. “Burn it?”
That earned a look of shock from Takaiyo and another loud, warm laugh from Red Riot.
“Come on,” said Takaiyo, grabbing him by the elbow and practically pulling him out of the office.
“You can’t just—just curse like that! You can’t talk like that to him! He’s your /boss/!”
He hated busy work.
“Ha. That was dumb.”
“Why?” she snapped. “Your records are clean, and you never called in to your other jobs!”
“You didn’t know?” He almost laughed. Almost.
“No, I didn’t.”
He snorted. “Not very good at vetting new employees, are you?”
Takaiyo didn’t bother looking up from her work. “Welcome to RIOT, Bakugou.”
(More later! Hope you're enjoying it so far~!)
It was Thursday, and Katsuki was entering data into one of the spreadsheets for some damage done down near the center of the city.
Katsuki had done the math by hand when the total coming out seemed off, and he’d been right.
Unfortunately, it was going on 5:45, and Takaiyo had already left for the day, which meant he couldn’t fucking ask her about it.
She’d just graduated not long ago and was climbing the ranks at break-neck speed, so he doubted she’d be at RIOT for much longer.
He bounced his leg and scanned the numbers again, entered them /yet again/ into his phone’s calculator.
He was so fucking tired that the numbers and words on his screen were blurring.
“Hey! You’re still here?”
He jumped. “Jesus /fuck/!”
Red Riot laughed, beaming at him. “Sorry, Bakugou. I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”
Another peel of laughter. “Good! Glad to hear it. I’d hate to just sneak up on you!”
“So, what’re you still doing here?”
And holy /shit/.
Katsuki’s sat up, stiff as a board, his hands over his lap, hiding his now-more-than-chub.
“Yeah,” he said, voice thinner than he’d like. He tried to subtly clear his throat and said, “But the sum at the bottom seemed low, so I did it manually.” He pointed at the result of his last calculation on his phone. “’S fucking off.”
What the fuck.
WHAT THE FUCK.
HOW WAS IT SO GODDAMN CUTE.
HOW WAS /HE/ SO GODDAMN CUTE?
“Oh!” Red Riot snapped his fingers. “Do you have plans tonight?”
Katsuki’s heart was immediately in his throat, and he almost couldn’t manage to say, “No,” in an even, normal voice. He /did/ manage, thank you. But it was close.
With that, Red Riot disappeared into his office, shutting the door with a click behind him.
After all, Red Riot was his fucking /boss/.
/How long does it take him to change?/ Maybe he could sneak away and grab something to drink. Adjust his slowly growing boner. You know, the important stuff.
/Does he shower up here, or in the locker room?/
He didn’t get much of a chance to ponder that before the door swung open, and Red Riot emerged, dressed in street clothes.
A dialogue box popped up on the screen, and Red Riot’s expression darkened. “What’s this?” He waved the cursor in front of the equation the spreadsheet used to tally information.
Red Riot nodded. “Yeah, it is.”
“So what happens to the missing money?”
His stomach tightens. “And if the checks are more than the reports submitted?”
Katsuki felt sick. “Who takes those checks?”
“Why?” he barely managed.
Red Riot typed them in, and the equation popped up.
Katsuki grabbed his phone and typed in the values in the actual boxes in the spreadsheet. “Can you double-check my work?” he asked as he worked.
Both of them came up with a difference of exactly ¥8,561.
So seeing him so thoroughly pissed off was a bit of a surprise.
“Well,” his boss said, voice low and enraged, “I’m getting the fucking cops involved, but this screws over my agency with the city. It means I owe the city a shit ton of money.”
Those ruby eyes darted to him, and the pro hero shook his head. “A lot. I’ll need to go through the accounts and double-check every. Single. One.”
“She was probably stealing from other sources, too,” Katsuki finished, scowling.
Katsuki sat in silence for a few long seconds, completely stunned.
Red Riot had gone down to the basement, probably to work off some steam in the gym.
And he fucking /would/.
He supposed it was probably a good thing that the phone was so nondescript. Probably lowered the chance of someone getting into it and fucking with Red Riot’s systems or agency.
That… actually pissed him off.
Someone was beating the absolute /shit/ out of a punching bag, and Katsuki had one guess who it was.
Katsuki swallowed and glanced around.
Red Riot didn’t hear him at first, his crimson gaze focused on the bag in front of him. He bounced on his legs, using his thighs—his /t h i c c/ thighs—to support his weight as he jabbed at the bag.
This time, Red Riot stopped and turned to him, straightening up to his full height. Sweat beaded across his brow and chest, and Katsuki had never wanted to lick another man as badly as he wanted to lick his boss right then.
“Oh.” The other man laughed and rubbed the back of his head, looking embarrassed. “Woops.”
He took the phone from Katsuki.
Katsuki shrugged. “Whatever.”
“Thanks. I just… you know, I don’t wanna give her a heads up or anything…”
“You heading out?”
“Yeah.” He headed back across the gym and gave a lazy wave. “See you tomorrow, Red Riot.”
“Kirishima,” the man called after him.
Katsuki paused and frowned, turning around.
So what? He stared a little.
Nothing wrong with that.
Katsuki gave a sharp smirk. “Not surprised.”
“You’re pretty blunt, aren’t you, kid?”
“No? I guess not, huh?” A warm, bubbly laugh.
Katsuki just leered at him with his trademark sharp-toothed grin. “That so?”
His boss pressed the ground floor button and pouted a little. “I’m not.”
The redhead pressed six, too, and when they reached the ground floor, neither of them exited. The doors slid closed, and Katsuki leaned back against the wall.
That earned him a nervous laugh. “I left my wallet and everything upstairs?”
“Tch.” He shouldn’t have been all that surprised, to be honest. Kirishima seemed like the forgetful type.
He tried not to show how much that one little question sent his heart into a frenzied panic. “Nothin’ important.”
“Just said I didn’t.”
The redhead beamed. “Kids—er, /people/ your age should have plans!”
“I dunno. Going out! Getting drunk, going on dates, that sorta thing.”
“You go out?”
“That’s a shame.” Kirishima tilted his head to the side.
“Not even with a girlfriend?”
His heart stopped. /Why is he asking me about that?/ “Don’t got a girlfriend.”
“Oh,” he said, then tacked on casually, “I’m sure you will in no time.”
The elevator dinged. The doors slid open.
But neither of them moved.
/Guess he’s done talking./
He was a nobody.
And there was no way in hell a /somebody/ like Red Riot would /ever/ be interested in him.
He didn’t mind, not really. This would be part of his job on Monday, anyway.
Something about the whole scam /bothered/ him, and yeah, the fact that Takaiyo was embezzling money was part of it, of course, but…
/Something about what he said last night? I don’t know./
/Ugh. I’ll figure it out eventually./ He always did.
A muffled voice came from the other side, and Katsuki peered through the frosted and textured glass window. He could see Kirishima, and it looked like he was on the phone, talking in a low voice.
Katsuki opened the door and stepped inside, and to his surprise, Kirishima looked relieved.
His boss gave a nervous laugh. “Close the door, will you, Bakugou?”
“Thanks,” Kirishima said, lifting it up in a small toast. He took a sip and sighed happily. “Thought you were Takaiyo for a second.”
The redhead looked tired suddenly, his wide shoulders drooping, his gaze falling to his desk. “I don’t really know what to do?”
His boss blinked and looked up at him, eyes wide. “Huh?”
“You… will?” He seemed totally shocked.
His face fell a little. “What about the money I owe?”
“You know the exact amount yet?”
“Then you’ve got enough to pay the prefecture and government back.”
Someone knocked on the door, and Kirishima tensed, eyes wide. He looked like a damn deer caught in traffic. His chest heaved, and his eyes dilated, like he was having a panic attack.
The older man still gawked at the door.
“Oi, look at me,” he snapped, voice barely more than a breath, but it worked.
Kirishima looked at him. Those bright red eyes focused on Katsuki and nothing else.
He nodded, the motion jerky, but his shoulders relaxed a little.
And maybe Katsuki watched his lips a little too closely.
Watched as his boss relaxed hair by hair until he seemed almost at ease.
Watched as those lips parted again and his eyes opened and he called, “Come in!”
/At least it worked,/ he thought, turning to the door.
Takaiyo strode inside, dressed in neat gray slacks and a light pink button down with a gray blazer. “Good morning, Red! Are you ready for your daily?”
Katsuki wanted to slap his hand over his eyes. The dolt sounded /way/ too excited.
“—at eight with InSite and… hey, are you okay?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.
“Fine!” he replied, voice pitched. “Fine, just… juuuust fine.”
“N-no! Why would you think that?” Kirishima asked, voice going higher. His motions were jerky as he spoke, and he waved his hands in front of him as if he could ward her off.
It /was/ her last day, wasn’t it?
Katsuki spoke up, “We might have. The fuck’s it matter to you?”
She blinked, then smiled. “Aw! A surprise party? Red! You didn’t need to do that for me!”
He just laughed nervously.
“Y-yeah, well… couldn’t just let my star employee leave without a proper send off, could I?”
He just forced a smile.
“Oh! That reminds me, I have a lunch date with Intrepid. I hope you don’t mind if I take a longer lunch today? I need to get a few things squared away before I change agencies…”
“All right! Thanks!” She turned her screen off, then said, “I need to go down to HR to take care of a few things. Bakugou, can you man the phones while I’m gone?”
“Sure,” he grunted.
Takaiyo left, closing the door behind her.
His /steel/ desk.
Hopefully he used his quirk first.
/Idiot./ But the thought was more affectionate than Katsuki expected it to be. “That was terrible.”
Kirishima whined, “I /know/. I almost messed up!”
“The police,” he replied, rolling his eyes.
“Oh!” Kirishima sat up and rolled over to his computer before logging in. He pulled up his email and exhaled slowly. “Nine.”
The redhead nodded, chewing his lower lip.
“Oi, you okay?”
“I mean no?” He scrubbed his hands over his face and let out a shaky sigh that /almost/ sounded like he was holding back a sob. “I trusted her, man. Like… with /everything/.”
“Yeah. Not just agency stuff, either. My home schedule, my apartment key… she did /everything/ for me. It’s… kinda fucked up? I dunno.” He paused, then said, “I… hope you won’t mind if I’m a bit leery? Just… for now?”
“Oh. Um… of… of you?”
He turned on his heel.
“Jus’ gonna take care of shit for your meetings,” he replied. “Don’t forget your call with InSite at eight.” He snapped the office door shut behind him.
Katsuki grabbed it before Takaiyo could even reach for it. “Red Riot’s office.”
He sneered at her, but choked out, “The fuck can I do for you?”
Her cheeks paled, and she slapped a hand over her forehead.
The woman on the other end of the line huffed. “This is Chief of Police Saitama. Is there a reason we weren’t patched through /directly/ to Red Riot?”
He swallowed hard. “My apologies, ma’am,” he said, voice tight. “He’s in the middle of a meeting with an investor.”
And shit yeah it was. Hell, it sounded like she was actually out in traffic right now, if the faint whirring motors he heard could be believed.
“Sec,” he muttered before pushing into Kirishima’s office without even waiting to be acknowledged. He shut the door tightly and walked over to his boss’s desk.
“Police, line two.”
He barely waited for a reply before ending the call and jumping to the second line.
So, he stopped and waited.
Kirishima’s attention returned to the phone call, and he motioned Katsuki over to one of the spare black leather chairs opposite him. “Yes, hello? This is Red Riot.”
A hazy expression crossed Kirishima’s face—just briefly—before the redhead returned to his conversation with the Chief of Police. “Uh. Oh, yes, ma’am. No.”
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Boss wants to see you about something,” he replied.
She raised an eyebrow at that, but scoffed and went into the office.
He looked nervous.
She scowled, examining him in silence for a beat. Then she smirked. “I see. Where is she?”
“Office,” he replied.
“What’s going on?” he heard Takaiyo demand.
“Takaiyo Shiori, we would like to speak with you regarding an incident.”
The Chief of Police’s heavy voice carried well: “I’d rather we had this talk down at the station. Please come with us.”
She didn’t argue.
He waited, breath held, until she and the cops vanished into the elevator.
“Nothing,” he quipped.
Her eyes slid to him. “Obviously it was /something/. Not gonna tell me, huh?”
/Anyone/ could have used her login information to access it.
The missing money still hadn’t been tracked down, either.
Red Riot had nothing on her. No substantial proof.
|Deku| [14:09:33]: Kacchan! My new assistant?? What hppnd??? She never showed for lunch!! I heard a rumor abt embezzlement??? Is it tru???
Katsuki had sent a rather eloquent text back.
|Me| [14:17:45]: 凸（￣^￣）凸
|Deku| [14:17:57]: Not nice Kacchan!
|Me| [14:21:01]: I can’t fucking talk about it.
|Deku| [14:22:13]: Fiiiiiine. Fair enough. 😢
|Deku| [14:22:39]: So, is he cute??
Now, though, Katsuki was home.
/So, is he cute??/
“Is he…?” he mumbled, his mind drifting to Red Riot’s giant, too-warm smile.
No way in fucking hell.
Katsuki stripped down and turned the hot water on.
/So, is he cute??/
What a stupid fucking question.
His honest, glittering eyes…
Katsuki hand trailed lower, and he leaned against the wall of his sower as his fingers slipped around his dick.
And that /smell/. God damn it.
The way his boss always reeked of sweat and body spray. The way that the fucker exuded manliness out of every goddamn pore.
Katsuki grunted as he slowly swirled his thumb over the head of his cock. It barely peeked out of his foreskin, and he rubbed and lightly pinched at the skin, inhaling sharply as pleasure tingled down to his balls and feet.
As he groped his ass, he imagined his hand was bigger. Rougher.
How /dare/ Deku ask him that? Like he fucking thought Katsuki would /ever/ answer a question like that.
Those red eyes gazing out at him, hooded, over a sly smile…
“Shit,” he gasped as he kneaded his ass and worked his cock until his groin throbbed. He rolled up on the balls of his feet, wishing he could thrust into something.
“Such a fucking cock tease anyway,” he huffed out, voice low and gruff.
/So, is he cute??/
“No, Deku,” he rasped, “he ain’t fuckin /cute/.”
His balls twitched.
He was close.
“Shit,” he gasped.
And then it betrayed him and wandered somewhere else.
/“I… hope you won’t mind if I’m a bit leery? Just… for now?”/
And who was he leery /of/?
/“Oh. Um… of… of you?”/
Not like Bakugou fucking Katsuki ever needed anyone else, anyway.
After he washed his hair, he stalked into his bedroom, completely naked.
“Need a fucking drink.”
/Normally/ he wouldn’t have even considered it, but Kiri—FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT—/RED RIOT’S/ words for the previous night at the gym bothered him.
’Course he fucking didn’t.
/“That’s a shame.”/
After tugging on a pair of fresh, bright orange boxer-briefs and a pair of black harem pants, he grabbed a black tee-shirt with a skull on it and headed back into the main room of his apartment to retrieve his phone.
|Me| [18:22:45]: Yo, bish. U free?
Like always, she texted back almost immediately.
|Camie| [18:23:00]: NOOOO~!!! im not babe 😭 got patrol 2nite
|Me| [18:23:39]: Fuck u 2
|Me| [18:24:16]: U owe me a fucking drink
|Camie| [18:24:22]: U got it bae!!! 2morrow, kk? ❤💖💝😘😍🥂🍻🍾
So, he yanked on a pair of black loafers and headed out after locking up.
“Yo, kid,” Maki said, sidling up and grabbing a dram glass. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”
A group of men and women down the cement bar from him roared and cheered as one of the QMMA fighters on the screen was knocked out.
“Nah,” he muttered, scowling. “Give me something new.” He liked Ardbeg a /lot/, but he was getting tired of it.
“Got some Aberfeldy. Twelve. It’s not bad.”
“Like you’ve got time to talk,” Katsuki muttered, jerking his chin toward a group of girls at the other end of the bar. “Go flirt or some shit.”
With that, the bartender left him to drink away his frustrations.
One was about the events at RIOT.
“Just can’t get away from the fucker, can I?” he snarled.
“I hope you don’t mean /me/.”
The pro hero gave Katsuki a sheepish smile as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Thought you didn’t go out?”
“Ah.” He chuckled softly, gaze darting to the open stool next to Katsuki. “That seat taken?”
His boss just laughed and slipped onto the seat. “I see you’re just as friendly outside work as you are in the office.”
He scowled, but didn’t look at the redhead. “Tch.”
“No shit.” Not surprising, if he was honest. Deku would’ve been a fucking /idiot/ to hire her after today’s events.
His scowl darkened at the thought of fucking /Deku/ talking to his boss. /So, is he cute??/ The stupid text was still unanswered. “How much does he know, anyway?”
At least Katsuki hadn’t made even /more/ of a fool of his boss and leaked information to his friend. He was pretty sure Deku hadn’t meant to pry or try and weasel information from him; he wasn’t a dubious person.
“Hey, man,” he said to Red Riot. Thank god for Maki changing the topic. “You look familiar.”
The pro hero just beamed. “Bet I do!”
“Gimme Glenmorangie,” he said, holding his hand over the glass. “Fifteen.”
“If you’ve got it.”
“And you?” asked Maki, nodding to Red Riot.
/He fucking serious right now?/
Stupid, handsome idiot.
Maki quirked an eyebrow at that, but poured the dram and passed it over to Red Riot. He held his hand out, and the pro hero handed over a credit card.
Katsuki bristled at that. “Oi, I don’t need your damn charity!”
He /could/ pay.
Right now, though?
“That’s the spirit!” said Red Riot, and he leaned in, looping his free arm around Katsuki’s shoulders.
He snorted. “Fat fucking chance.”
“Aw, c’mon. Gotta have a little hope, right?”
Like hell was he gonna let that happen again.
“Anyway,” said Kirishima, and there was a soft sing-song note to the way he spoke, “Intrepid called me.”
Even Katsuki couldn’t ignore the implication of the statement. “Grew up with the idiot.”
“The fuck’s your deal with this manly bullshit?” he snapped, trying to change the course of the conversation.
“Tch.” He hunched his shoulders, trying to keep his barriers up.
/Shit. Shit, is it hot in here?/
Certainly fucking felt like it was. His face and neck were on fire. After finishing his Glenmorangie, Katsuki pushed away from the bar.
“Bathroom,” he grunted out before heading down the narrow hall to the single-toilet bathroom near the back. There were two bathrooms, and one was occupied.
After twisting the faucet on, he splashed cool water over his burning cheeks and neck. A few drops trickled down his throat and under his shirt. He shivered and leaned on the porcelain basin, staring into the mirror.
Yeah, he didn’t believe those words one bit.
But now he was tense and uncomfortable and turned on. It just wasn’t /fair/.
“Bakugou? Are you okay, man?”
Kirishima laughed. “Naw, man. You looked a little sick, though. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“You’re all sweaty.”
“’S fucking /water/!”
“Oh. Why do you have water all over your face?”
Katsuki gawked. “Why the /hell/ do you think?”
Kirishima smirked down at him. “Am I wrong?”
“WHAT THE FUCK!” he shouted, stumbling backward and away from his boss, heart pounding and eyes wide. “YOU—YOU CAN’T JUST SAY SHIT LIKE THAT!”
His boss /was/ attracted to him. Like actually interested! Red Riot—/the/ Red Riot—was into him? No fucking way. No fucking /way/!
“SHIT!” he bellowed, and he took off after the redhead. “Shit, shit, shit! SHIT!”
A glance from Maki to the door told him that, no, the pro hero wasn’t inside the bar anymore.
So, Katsuki /ran/.
That was all that mattered.
Shit. He’d just kissed his boss! FUCK!
And Katsuki wanted all of it.
Kirishima backed away, cheeks flushed. “Ah… haha… Sorry.”
“Why the fuck are you apologizing?” Katsuki demanded. “’M the one who kissed you first, idiot.”
“I have fucking /eyes/.” And he rolled them, scoffing a little. “’Course I like you.”
“We fucking better.”
“’M not talking about this shit in the middle of the damn sidewalk,” Katsuki replied.
“Oh! Um, here,” and Kirishima fumbled as he pulled his wallet out. “I’ll buy!”
“Naw, I want to! It’s the least I could do for running off earlier.”
Katsuki set his jaw, eyes narrowing, but gave a curt nod. “Fine.” Saved him money, anyway. Besides, the way he saw it, maybe his boss owed him a drink. Just one, though. Katsuki wasn’t a fucking charity case.
Kirishima laughed nervously. “You sure are blunt, aren’t you?”
/No. Focus, god damn it./ “So the fuck /did/ you mean, hah?”
“Tch.” Yeah, right.
“No,” he agreed. “You shouldn’t have.”
Finally, he said, “Not gonna forgive you yet.”
“/But/ you can make it up to me,” he said.
Kirishima blinked. “Yeah? Really?”
Damn, he sounded way too excited.
“You like me, right?”
The redhead shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah. I… uh, yeah. A lot.”
“Fine. Take me out on a date, then.”
“Fuck no. A date’s just the start.” Katsuki smirked. “But if you actually want me to forgive your dumb ass, you’re gonna have to work at it.”
To his surprise, Kirishima nodded eagerly. “Yeah! I totally will!” He clenched his hand into a fist.
“Makes sense to me.” And there was that blinding smile again.
“Oi, I’m serious. If you can’t keep it separate, I ain’t gonna work for you anymore.”
Katsuki glared, but his heartbeat spiked. /He likes seeing me at work./
Kirishima reached across the table for his hand, but he seemed almost hesitant when he spoke. “Can… I ask you something?”
“I’ll judge you if I fucking please.”
His boss snorted. “Fine. But… don’t… get mad.”
“No promises. Especially if you’re into weird shit.”
More hesitation, then, “Where, um… where do you wanna go? On our date?”
/What the fuck?/ “That wasn’t what you were gonna ask.”
Katsuki scowled. /What the hell was he gonna ask me?/ “I like spicy food.”
“Oh! Then I know just the place!”
The redhead beamed and squeezed his hand. “If the date goes well, I’ll ask you then, okay?”
That seemed like a fucking cop-out to him. “Not exactly makin’ me feel better about the whole leery shit, you know.”
He grunted, but pulled his hand away from Kirishima’s under the pretense of sipping more whisky. “Whatever.”
And damn it, he was. “Yeah.”
“Great! I’ll pick you up at seven. Sound good?”
“Don’t sound so excited!” But there he was, not discouraged by Katsuki’s attitude in the least. “It’ll be fun!”
A warm laugh, and Kirishima said, “That’s the spirit!”
And if Katsuki kissed those laughing lips one more time before he headed home, well. It was no one’s business but his and Kirishima’s.
/If it’s really all that perfect, I could wear a tee-shirt and cargo shorts and be fine./
|Camie| [14:02:22]: BAEEEEE~ U up 4 drinks or wat??
/Leave it to her to be practically psychic…/
|Me| [14:03:03]: U do owe me
|Camie| [14:03:32]: Don’t b rude, duck
|Camie| [14:03:35]: **duck
He snorted, which was about as close to a full-on laugh as he got.
|Camie| [14:03:57]: DRINKS BITCH. B @ MAKI’S IN 5.
By the time he got there—well within that 5-minute limit—Camie was already at the bar, an empty glass in front of her.
“Heeeeyooo!” she sang, waving at him.
Katsuki took the barstool beside her and said, “Two’s a little early, idiot.”
“So!” she said, sipping the drink Maki had poured for her. “What’s up? Did you go out last night?”
“Where the fuck do you think?” he snapped.
She laughed and nudged him. “Came out here, huh? Well, can’t say I blame you! Guess we coulda gone somewhere else today, though…”
“Besides,” Maki continued, smirking as he scrubbed the dust off of a few bottles on the shelves, “you bring all of the interesting customers. Right, kid?”
“For fuck’s sake, Maki,” snapped Katsuki. “Keep your damn mouth shut.”
Katsuki flipped him off. “I have a fucking /name/, dick.”
“And I’ll be he was shouting it all night long!”
“None of your fucking business,” he replied, slamming the rest of the Ardbeg and trying to storm away.
“No! Fuck off!”
“Pretty sure they kissed!” Maki called helpfully from the bar.
“I’LL KILL YOU!”
“Tell. Me. /Everything./”
“Tell me, or you’re buying.”
“FUCK YOU.” Bitch knew he was broke as fuck.
He scowled and reached for the newest dram, but Camie yanked it away. “I’ll illusion your ass if you don’t tell me right now, Katsuki!”
“Bet!” she said, eyes narrowing. “Tell me /right now/, Bakugou.”
“Fucking—/fine/, you dumb bitch. Give me my damn drink, and I’ll fucking tell you.”
A pro hero like Red Riot actually wanted /him/—worthless, quirkless Katsuki.
While talking they enjoyed another few drinks. Katsuki lost count at some point.
“On the house,” he said with a cheery wink as he pushed the dram over.
“You… you /kissed/ Red Riot? Like actually /kissed/ him?” Camie asked, leaning closer, eyes wide. It was like the dumb bitch couldn’t put two and two together or some shit.
“Awww. That’s a shame.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
/Ain’t caught anything yet./ “Tomorrow night.”
/How the hell did I get myself into this mess?/
“He’s takin’ me on a date. Dunno where.” Katsuki burped.
He flipped her the bird.
She sighed. “Tell me you /at least/ know what you’re gonna wear?”
“Not a fuckin’ clue.”
Maki moved to pour another few drams, but she held her hand up to stop him.
“Do you /think/ I want a drunk idiot on my hands today, Maki?”
“Babe,” he replied and laughed.
“Come on. Pleeeease? Everything you have is so…” She gestured around, as if searching for the right word, then settled on a blunt and honest, “/horrible/! You want him to give you dick, right?”
“Well, do you?”
He yanked his arm from her. “I’m not a goddamn bottom, you dumb bitch!”
“OI! WHAT THE FUCK!”
“We fucking /don’t/,” he replied. He shoved his phone back into his pocket and pulled his wallet out.
Read about Katsuki and Camie going shopping or skip to the date?
Unluckily, Katsuki was running /really/ late.
He was supposed to be at the restaurant by 7:30, but it was halfway across town. There was no way he was going to make it on time.
“Not funny,” he’d growled out.
The jeans /did/ emphasize his ass and the curve of his thighs, so… okay, fucking /fine/. They looked good on him.
Once he was dressed, Katsuki examined himself one last time.
Maybe next time.
Katsuki booked it.
“Fuck off, Deku,” Katsuki snapped.
He turned and started to walk away. He really, really didn’t want to deal with this shit right now. He had a goddamn date to get to, and—
/Shit. Shit, that’s right. He’s the number-five hero now. People are gonna recognize him./
Katsuki took the window seat, and Deku sat next to the aisle, since his stop was first.
“Not embarrassing /me/, dumbass. Think before you start muttering nonsense,” he replied coolly. “Red’s going through some shit now, and I don’t wanna tack more crap on top of it.”
“The fuck did I /just/ say?”
“Oh, right. Sorry, Kacchan.”
“Don’t fucking /Kacchan/ me, asswipe,” he snapped.
Katsuki scowled and turned away. “Got a date.”
“Yeah, well. Shit changes.”
Deku cocked his head to the side. “You know, he still talks about you. Asked me how you were doing, and—”
For a few seconds, the other man just twiddled with his thumbs. Then, softly, “Can I ask who it’s with?”
“Is it with… /him/?”
“No fucking clue who you mean, nerd.” But he /did/ know. He knew that Deku was alluding to Red Riot.
“Fuck off.” But there was no bite to the words.
“I’m serious, Kacchan. I hope he treats you well. If he doesn’t, I’ll—”
“…right. Well, have a good time tonight, Kacchan.”
“Text me, okay?”
He flipped the nerd off, and Deku gave a soft laugh.
“See you around.”
He left, and the second he stepped onto the platform, people were taking photos and talking and pointing.
Katsuki scowled and turned away.
The life he’d wanted, but could never fucking have.
He debated running, but opted not to. Instead, he kept his gaze glued to the sidewalk as he strode toward the address Kirishima had sent him.
“The fuck am I doing?” he muttered.
That wasn’t what could destroy Red Riot, though.
He stopped in front of the door, hesitating. A lot could go wrong.
But a lot could also go /right/.
He reached forward and tugged the door open.
The place was pretty upscale, from the looks of it.
He inhaled sharply. /Guess I’m really doing this, then./ “Kirishima.”
Red Riot was sitting inside, looking bored and… sad.
Katsuki’s heart immediately stung. /Shit./
“You came,” he said, almost sounding awestruck.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“You look really, really good, by the way.” The redhead grinned.
And he really did. Katsuki sort of wanted to shove him to the ground and kiss him. He yearned to run his hands up and down Kirishima’s tight body, to feel his chest and stomach and sides, to—
“No,” he said, blinking out of his lust-filled fantasy and leaning his elbows against the tabletop. “Just… a lot on my mind.”
Kirishima gave an awkward smile. “I just wanna make sure you’re comfortable.”
Katsuki shoved the menu away and said, “’M fine.” /Gotta keep this from getting awkward./ “So. What’d you do today?”
“It’s a mess,” he said, smile falling and brow creasing. “Everyone wants to know if their accounts were affected, but I haven’t—”
“Oh. Yeah, I—I guess. Since this is a date and all… sorry.”
“No beer?” asked Katsuki, curious.
“You want some? They have good sake here, too, if I remember correctly.”
“Bakugou, if you don’t wanna be here, that’s fine. I completely understand.”
“’Course I wanna be here. Wouldn’t’ve come if I didn’t.”
“Oi, you were gonna ask me something Friday night. What was it?”
The redhead laughed. “At the end of the night, okay?”
“’S not fair makin’ me wait two goddamn days. Just ask.”
Okay, /now/ he was fucking curious. “Hell no. You gotta keep your damn promise.”
“Bakugou…” But he sounded... cute, not upset
“Then just fuckin’ ask!”
He spoke so fast that, at first, Katsuki’s mind didn’t process what the redhead had just said. “Hah?”
Kirishima shuffled awkwardly. “Sugar… baby… it’s a thing? And… and I really want you to be mine.”
“I know what it fucking is!” Katsuki shouted.
“Shh! Keep it down, will you? I don’t want the whole restaurant to know!”
Katsuki gave a frustrated groan. “I don’t need any goddamn handouts!”
“It’s cool if you’re not interested, really!” He was trying to sound chipper, but it wasn’t working; fucker was all but panicking.
Katsuki slumped forward until his forehead slammed into the table. He gave a frustrated growl. “’S not that.”
He rolled his head to the side and held Kirishima’s gaze. “This isn’t about giving me handouts, right?”
/Idiot,/ he scolded himself. /He just said it wasn’t./
If it was about sexual gratification, like Kirishima said, then…
“No,” Katsuki said, voice low.
“Thank you,” Kirishima tacked on with a bright smile.
The waiter bowed and left, sliding the shoji shut behind him.
Kirishima didn’t push the subject. It was obvious, though, that he thought he’d made a mistake by asking. The redhead kept shifting uncomfortably and glancing nervously at Katsuki.
Katsuki hesitated before picking the card up and looking it over. “Has your name on it.”
The other man hummed lightly and shifted so he was closer to Katsuki. “I don’t care if people know that we’re together.”
Kirishima cocked his head to the side. “Oh? How so?”
“I’m younger than you,” he said, “and I’m your assistant. And we’re gay. Seems like a lot could go wrong if people find out that we’re… together.” He frowned at that.
“They were /wrong/, of course,” and he chuckled. “I’m very, /very/ gay.” He winked. “But people still speculated, and the tabloids still had a field day spreading rumors about the stupidest things.”
“Well, yeah.” He turned away, trying to hide his own blush. “Look, it’s not like /that/. I just… you have good fashion sense. I like to see what you wear. So… so I know what styles you like.”
“Hah? So should I not wear these again?” He gestured at the jeans.
“No! I mean, yes, absolutely wear them again.” Those hooded red eyes drifted down his body. “Maybe not to work, but… I wouldn’t complain. Just wish I’d bought them for you.”
“Oh, I hope so.” His voice was low and smooth, and he reached out to run a hand across Katsuki’s thigh, fingers bumping over the small folds in the fabric between his hip and thigh.
“I’d like to see you in clothes I buy for you.”
Then the shoji slid open, and the redhead pulled away.
Kirishima glanced at Katsuki before pulling his wallet out to pay. “Just to close out, please.”
The waiter took his card and left after a deep bow.
Katsuki snorted. “Asshole has the worst timing.”
“Hah? Like where?” He wasn’t dumb; he suspected what Kirishima meant, but playing coy sounded more fun than just going with the flow.
“Pfft. Duh.” Still, it didn’t sound like a horrible idea. “Fine. Your place.”
“Let’s go, then.”
They didn’t even get beyond the genken before Kirishima shoved Katsuki against the wall and kissed him. A hot tongue ran across Katsuki’s lower lip, and he was quick to open his mouth and loop his arms around his boyfriend’s—sugar daddy’s?—neck.
“Don’t be stupid,” he replied with a snort.
A low hum, then, “Good.”
Honestly, he was too distracted to bother looking around.
Then, suddenly, he was dropped onto a couch, Kirishima following him down, still kissing him, though he’d moved to Katsuki’s jaw and started down his neck.
“Tch. Think you’re getting me shirtless tonight, you shit?”
Kirishima laughed and traced his fingers up under the front of Katsuki’s shirt. “I hoped so, but if you’re not comfortable—”
Kirishima snorted and pulled back. “So mean, baby.” Still, he seemed amused. “I’m not /that/ much older than you.”
This his expression shifted, seduction melting into concern. “Does… does it bother you? That I am?”
/That shut him up./ He was glad Kirishima wanted to keep making out. Katsuki didn’t really want to stop. It had been a while since he’d last…
He was more sensitive than he’d expected.
/At least he wasn’t grinding on me,/ he thought.
/Probably the master suite,/ he thought.
The house was fucking /massive/.
Katsuki shifted on the couch and frowned. “Oi. The fuck’s taking you so long?”
As he stood and reached for the black trunks with the red skull and crossbones, it finally hit him.
“I think I got the right size. Medium, right?”
They fit perfectly once he tied the black string in the front.
The redhead grinned and held a black towel out to Katsuki. “Here you go!”
“C’mon! Oh, do you want anything to drink first?” Kirishima asked as he trotted down the stairs.
Katsuki followed, frowning. “No. ’M good.”
To his right was an open door leading into what looked like a personal gym. He peeked inside.
Katsuki yelped and jumped. His boss was standing right next to him, peeking over his shoulder.
“Sorry,” he said with a warm chuckle. “Guess I should give you the tour, huh?”
Katsuki scowled. “This place is huge. You live here alone?”
He was gawking a lot lately.
“Could just hire someone.”
He looked thoughtful. “I guess? But I don’t really feel like it’s fair to them if I’m never here, you know?”
He opened a set of doors, revealing a room that was like 90% couch. A projector screen sat on the far wall.
Kirishima flipped a few switches, and the whole fucking yard lit up.
To the right, Katsuki spotted a pool house. It was pretty big, and he guessed the sauna was in there. To the left of the pool was a small bamboo forest, and he didn’t doubt that the onsen was back that direction.
Katsuki swallowed hard, and when he glanced up at the other man, he saw his daddy smiling down at him.
“’D be an idiot not to,” he replied.
Kirishima smiled and leaned in, pressing his lips to Katsuki’s cheek. “Well, it’s all yours for as long as you want.”
Katsuki blinked as the words sank in. “Huh?”
“So, what? You gonna give me a key or some shit?” he snarked, only half-joking.
“I’d be less likely to work ’em if I had a reason to stay home,” he replied with that coy smile.
Katsuki smirked and said, “We’ll have to test that theory next weekend, then.”
Kirishima’s smile faded a little. “Unfortunately, I won’t have much of a choice the next few weeks. I need to deal with all the accounts that Takaiyo messed with.”
“Bakugou… you don’t have to do that.”
“Said I would,” he replied a little hotly. “If it means I get you to m’self on the weekends, then it’s fucking worth it.”
“Whatever,” he snipped. “Let’s get in the damn water. ’M freezing.”
Kirishima started to run.
“NO! LET ME DOWN, ASSHOLE!”
“KIRISHIMA, I SWEAR TO GOD—”
When Kirishima surfaced, the redhead broke into laughter. “Whee!”
“Oh, c’mon, baby. It was fun!” He pushed his own wet locks out of his face. “You didn’t enjoy that?”
Katsuki’s cheeks were bright red, and he splashed Kirishima. “Fuck you!”
“Mm… maybe another night, baby.”
Kirishima was laughing loud and hard. “You’re too small to dunk me!”
“SHUT UP! I’M NOT SMALL, ASS!”
“Do you like it?” the redhead asked, following Katuski’s gaze to his chest. “If you don’t, I can—”
“Oh. Okay. Good.”
Katsuki looked up at him and frowned a little. “Why me?”
“…why you what?”
“You make me laugh,” he replied with a slow, lazy shrug, and he drifted away, pulling Katsuki with him and keeping him close, one hand on his hip and the other linked in Katsuki’s. “I like you a lot.”
“True,” he agreed. “But I want to get to know you better.” He tugged Katsuki back into his arms, and the two of them drifted together for a while in silence.
Kirishima cocked his head and looked at him. “Yeah?”
“I’m not very good at cooking,” the redhead admitted with a laugh. “I burn water.”
“Tch. ’S hard to do.”
“Not if your me!”
He stopped swimming, then, before he could stop himself, he quipped, “I bet you do.”
Kirishima floundered. “I—I mean, I’m… I do! I just… it’s not…” He fell silent before groaning and saying, “I’m just making it worse, aren’t I?”
“Don’t be mean!”
Katsuki rolled back onto his stomach and swam toward Kirishima, backing the other man up until he bumped into the wall. He gave a sharp, predatory grin. “Bet you’re good at it, even with those teeth of yours.”