#bkkweek

‘He has fucking electricity inside him,’ Bakugou hissed, squeezing the spatula in his hand so hard it started to bend. Kirishima stood up from his paperwork on the kitchen table and eased the wooden spatula out of his hand before he snapped it in half.

‘Honey, as much as I’m happy that you care about us, you need to remember we’re no longer in high school,’ he pointed out while stirring the food, now hip to hip with his boyfriend. He put the spatula aside to turn towards him. ‘We are adults now, we work as pro heroes and we can handle our quirks much better. You have to stop worrying. You’re gonna have enough wrinkles as it is.’ He smiled, putting his hands on Katsuki’s face and easing his frown and all the tense muscles with his fingers. Bakugou exhaled. ‘It’s rain, not villain ambush. Have some faith in him.’

Bakugou huffed. ‘I know. Sorry.’ He reached up cupping Kirishima’s fingers in his hand and brought them to his mouth to kiss his knuckles. ‘I just don’t like having you out of my sight where I can’t protect you.’

‘I heard that!’ Came from the direction of the door and Katsuki groaned, but there was a relieved smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

‘See, he’s fine.’ Kirishima patted his shoulder and gave him a quick peck on the lips to ease the last strands of his worry. Then he went to take the groceries from Kaminari, his quirk making it a little bit easier in case of accidental electrocution. The sound of muffled voices followed.

‘I hear you whispering!’ yelled Bakugou, stirring the food. They both chuckled and then Kirishima entered the kitchen to put the groceries on the table so Katsuki could use them.

‘I’ve heard you were worried about me.’ Kaminari threw him a shit eating grin from the doorframe. Bakugou glared at him.

‘Yeah, so what. Go dry off before you fuck with the lighting again.’

‘That was once.’

‘You blew up all the light bulbs.’

Kaminari groaned but Kirishima shushed him out of the kitchen before he could say anything else.

‘Go, I’ll help you dry off,’ he offered because it was much safer to do so when he was the one holding the drier and not the living soaked charger.

Kirishima grabbed some dry clothes for Kaminari while he was peeling off his wet ones. When his boyfriend was wrapped in a big fluffy towel and seated on the edge of bathtub he started drying his hair. When it turned from soaking wet to barely damp he started combing it with his fingers and massaging his scalp, which earned him a pleased sigh and made Denki lean into the touch. Kirishima didn’t stop when he turned the drier off and put it away. Now he was running both his hands through the blond hair.

‘Can I braid them for you?’

Kaminari nodded in approval, happy to get more attention and soft touches. He was so invested in the combing, scratching and massaging it felt like barely a minute have passed when Kirishima said ‘done’ and softly caressed his neck. Kaminari looked up pouting, and got a soft kiss as a consolation. When Kirishima pulled away, he grabbed his t-shirt to pull him back in.

‘I’m so lucky to have you,’ he murmured. He remembered years ago trying to dry himself on his own, when he was young and barely had any control of his quirk. Now it wasn’t a problem, usually, but it was still nice to have someone to take care of him in little ways.

‘We are lucky to have you,’ Kirishima corrected him with a smile, moving in front of him to squash his cheeks between his palms. ‘You are so beautiful and reliable and one of the two best boyfriends I’ve ever had!’ Kaminari laughed at that, although his ears turned dark pink, eyes watery.

‘We’re all lucky we found each other, dumbasses,’ came suddenly from the bathroom door, making them both jump in surprise and almost topple over into the bathtub. ‘You know, getting into UA in the same year in the same class. I mean, what are the odds.’ Katsuki shrugged, leaning on the doorframe. His cheeks were dusted pink. ‘But yeah that too I guess.’

‘You’re both so fucking cheesy oh my god,’ Kaminari groaned, his voice strained with emotion and the fact that Kirishima was still squeezing his cheeks.

Therefore, he was quick to notice the wetness on his fingers.

‘Denki, are you crying?’ he noted slightly panicky, sweeping the tears with his thumbs, letting his cheeks loose.

‘I just love you so much,’ Kaminari sobbed, his voice barely a whisper, overwhelmed with affection. Kirishima felt his own eyes sting.

‘We love you too, Denki,’ he choked out, kissing his wobbly smile.

‘Oh my god,’ Bakugou growled, but his voice was strained too. He unfolded his arms and pushed away from the doorframe to approach them. ‘We’ve been together for two years of course we love each other,’ he mumbled, tracing the braid on Denki’s head. When he looked up, Kirishima’s hands slipping to his shoulders, Bakugou leaned down and kissed him, slow and sweet to make sure Denki understood him.

Then he hauled him up without warning, making him shriek and grab the towel that started to slip off. Kirishima chuckled.

‘Like I haven’t seen it before.’ Bakugou rolled his eyes.

Kaminari shrugged at this and let the towel drop to his ankles, skipping to the dry clothes waiting for him on the washing machine.

Bakugou turned to Kirishima, who looked at him with affection and pride at how far his boyfriend has come, his eyes shining wetly in the bathroom light. The stray tear that rolled down his cheek make the blonde’s throat close up. He swiped it away and leaned for a kiss to prevent his own tears from falling.

He failed, so he pulled back and turned his head away. Kirishima slipped his hand into his, lacing their fingers together and squeezing to remind him it was okay to cry.

And Bakugou knew it now, and he knew it didn’t mean someone was weak. He still wasn’t a fan. But he was okay with it.

He pulled down the t-shirt Kaminari was struggling to get on and grumbled out  that ‘dinner is getting cold.’ Which was what he came here to tell them in the first place but of course they had to turn it into some kind of water festival. Katsuki didn’t mind. He have noticed rain did that to people sometimes. Him included.

He grabbed Kaminari’s hand too, letting him lead them out of the bathroom. They grabbed a box of tissues before sitting down to eat, sniffling, smiling and wiping each other’s cheeks. Kaminari trailed off about someone he met at the grocery to prevent them falling into tears again. They were all hungry after all.

They sat down close to each other, the room dark from all the clouds outside, the sound of rain and smell of wet pavements coming from the cracked windows overlapping with the clutter of dishes and the scent of spices.

Kaminari felt as though he’d been punched in the gut. Kirishima turned away, guilt-ridden, and pressed this palms against his eyes.

“I won’t say anything about you,” Kirishima said quietly, his voice cracking.  “I promise. But I can’t do this anymore.  The lying.  Pretending I’m something I’m not.  I-I just can’t.  It’s too hard.”

Kirishima’s voice broke and he dropped to a crouch, his entire body trembling uncontrollably. 

A sharp burst of anger coursed through Kaminari and he pulled Kirishima swiftly back to his feet.  He grabbed a fistful of Kirishima’s shirt and brought the boy’s face mere inches from his own.

“We knew what we were getting ourselves into,” he hissed.  “Besides, we’re in way too deep now to back out. Do you know what would happen to us?”

“They can protect us,” Kirishima said urgently. “All Might, Aizawa, Mic—”

Kaminari laughed derisively and let go of Kirishima.  He moved towards the window, staring out over the grounds of U.A., empty for the weekend.  “The heroes.  You want to run and hide behind them.  You think they can protect us.”

“They can though!  That’s their job, to protect people—”

Kaminari spun around.  “Not people like us.”  He pointed out towards the main school building.  “It’s their fault we’re even in this situation in the first place.  They didn’t give a damn about my protection when they hauled my parents off to jail.  Or yours. They stick around long enough to capture the bad guys, but what about the fallout?  Huh?  Do they ever think about the kids that get thrown into the foster system or end up out on the streets like us?”

“If we just talk to them, maybe they’ll let us—”

“They’ll let you rot in a cell with your parents,” Kaminari spat.  It had come out a lot harsher than he meant it to be, and from the look on Kirishima’s face, it hit home.  Kaminari instantly regretted it, but pushed the feeling aside.  Good, Kaminari thought bitterly.  This isn’t the time for doubts.  He needs to wake up and see the reality of our situation.

Kirishima stayed silent, turning his gaze down to the floor.  He clenched his fists tightly, nearly drawing blood.  He was scared.  Couldn’t Kaminari see that?  Didn’t he care?  If they stayed working for the villains, it would only be a matter of time before their luck ran out and they were caught.  But was it even worth the risk anymore?  All the hatred for hero society that drove Kirishima forward these last few years was washed away after coming to U.A.  The heroes were incredible people, so caring and good and genuine.  And his classmates…

Images of his classmates, his friends, flashed through Kirishima’s mind.  All of them were so driven to become heroes, to do good in the world.  They had accepted Kirishima without a second thought, given him a place to call home, of new goals to strive for.  What would they think of him once they found out the truth?  He didn’t want to imagine it, but he couldn’t keep lying to them.  It wasn’t fair.  It wasn’t right.

Kirishima wiped his eyes then straightened up.  He stared determinedly into Kaminari’s eyes, looking for any sign that he felt the same way.  Kaminari kept his face carefully arranged so as not to give anything away.  Kirishima slowly extended a hand.

“Come with me.”

Kaminari stepped back in shock.  That had not been the reaction he expected.  Hadn’t Kirishima heard anything he said?  The heroes had ruined their lives, made them orphans, street rats.  Didn’t any of that matter to him anymore?

“We can talk to them together,” continued Kirishima.  “Explain why we did it.  I’m not sure I can do this alone, and I’m not letting you go back there by yourself either.”

“We already made our choice, Eijirou.  Now we have to live with it.”

“No we don’t!” Kirishima grasped Kaminari by the shoulders pleadingly.  “Kami…”

Kaminari swatted away Kirishima’s hands and retreated to the far side of the room.  He crossed his arms, silently daring Kirishima to come closer.

“Denki.”

Kaminari jolted at the sound of his name. Kirishima had used it many times before, but never had he sounded so defeated.  So broken.

Why did he have to bring this up now?  They were doing just fine.  No one was going to find out and there was no reason for them to put targets on their backs so quickly.

“We still have a choice,” said Kirishima.  “We can end this right now.  I know you don’t want to do this anymore either, so come with me.  We can talk to the heroes and they can help us figure a way to get out of this—”

“Who said I wanted out?” fired back Kaminari, but Kirishima was completely unfazed.

“You didn’t tell Shigaraki we were going to rescue Bakugou,” he replied bluntly.  Despite being so direct, there was a tenderness to his voice, a carefulness to not push Kaminari too far.  “You knew exactly what we were planning and when we were going to do it.”

Kaminari paused.  “I… I just didn’t get to contact him in time.”

“Bullshit.”

“What do you know anyway?  Maybe I like being a villain.  Ever thought about that?”

“Don’t lie,” said Kirishima gently.  “Not to me.”

Kaminari bit his lip and turned his back to Kirishima. Damn him.  Kaminari had been having doubts about his allegiance as well, but what could he do about it?  Shigaraki was much more dangerous to have as an enemy than any of the pros were. Betraying him would surely put a steep price on their heads.  And who said that the heroes would even take them in?  They were traitors to U.A. as well.  Could they survive on their own?  Just the two of them, out on the streets?  They had done it before, but never with so many people out to get them.

Kaminari hadn’t realized he was crying until Kirishima pulled him into a tight hug.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Kirishima said through his own tears, sounding much more confident than he felt.  “As long as we’ve got each other, it’s all gonna be okay. I promise.”

“What’s going to happen to us, Eijirou?”

Next to him his buddy Sero was splayed in all the glory of his long, tangled limbs. Between them lied two empty cans of beer. He checked himself for any damage and when didn’t find any, braced himself intending to get up.

He stopped mid-movement when the doors to the bathroom opened. Something cracked unpleasantly  in his neck when he turned around in its direction.

‘Denki, idiot, I’ve been looking for you.’ Bakugou hissed, entering the bathroom. He was usually the one to drink the least but he kept his voice quiet and soft. Kaminari liked to believe it was because he was a caring friend even if he wouldn’t admit it himself. ‘You okay?’

‘Yeah’ Kaminari nodded, his voice raspy and unpleasant. He tried clearing his throat. ‘Help me get out of here though?’ He asked but Bakugou was already near him intending to do so anyway. The empty cans clattered against the hard bathtub surface, making Sero stir in his sleep, when Bakugou lifted Kaminari with no effort and put him back on his feet, a supportive hand on the small of his back.

‘Can you open the doors for me?’ he asked softly in case Denki was more hangover than he looked. He wasn’t going to leave any losers in the bathtub so after making sure his boyfriend wasn’t going to kiss the bathroom floor anytime soon he grabbed Sero to haul him up.

Kaminari felt a sudden surge of affection towards his soft spoken, reluctantly caring man. He leaned in and pecked him on the cheek. ‘Sure babe.’

Bakugou grumbled something under his breath but when he was passing by Denki holding the doors for him, he leaned in for another one. Kaminari happily skipped behind him, following him to the living room.

Their couch was unfolded into a spacious bed where Kirishima was snoring with Mina drooling on his t-shirt. Kaminari snickered at the sight while Bakugou dropped Sero next to them with all the delicacy he could muster. Then he dropped a pillow on Kirishima’s face to muffle the snoring, and grabbed Kaminari’s hand to pull him into the kitchen.

He didn’t let go when he asked ‘Coffee?’ He didn’t let go when he was grabbing mugs from the cupboard or turning on the coffee machine. When he set it on and all there was to do was wait for the coffee, he pulled him in to nuzzle into his neck with a sigh. Kaminari winded his arms around him, rubbing circles onto his back. They both were in their clothes from the night before, tired and not caring about changing or cleaning up for now. It was soft and sleepy in their little kitchen, save for the sound of coffee dripping into a pot.

‘Whaddya want for breakfast?’ Katsuki murmured into his skin, tickling his neck. Kaminari hummed in thought.

‘Fries.’

‘It’s not breakfast.’ Bakugou snapped back. Kaminari pouted although he couldn’t see it.

‘Pancakes?’                                                                                      

‘Do we even have any maple syrup left?’

‘If Kiri haven’t drank it.’ They both chuckled.

Katsuki pulled back to kiss him despite his protest. He was quick to melt into the kiss which made Katsuki smile into his mouth. They kissed lazily for a while, until the coffee machine signaled the coffee was ready. Then they pulled away with a quiet smack. Kaminari licked his lips, the motion followed by Katsuki’s gaze.

‘I need coffee’ he explained somewhat apologetic, before giving him a last quick peck and untangling from his embrace.

But Bakugou wasn’t having it. With a soft growl he pulled him back by his hips and planted one last slow kiss on his lips. Kaminari chuckled into it. He liked when Katsuki was getting reluctantly affectionate. Especially in the mornings.

Bakugou started making pancakes while Kaminari poured them both coffee. Black and sugary for Katsuki and with cream for himself. He leaned on the counter watching his boyfriend work on their breakfast knowing that if he sits down he may risk dozing off again.

The smell of caffeine slipped from beneath the kitchen doors, emerging further into their apartment, into the living room and around their friends sleeping there. Coffee was a magical thing that always managed to make their redhead boyfriend get up when they couldn’t. This time was no different; when the door opened they revealed a sleepy Kirishima whose face immediately lit up at the sight of his boyfriends. He quietly closed the door behind him, eyeing hungrily the mug in Kaminari’s hand.

‘Hi’ he murmured to him, immediately latching onto his mouth and making Kaminari let out a stifled groan. He held the mug further away so he wouldn’t spill it on them, while his other hand rested on his boyfriend’s hip. Then in a blink of an eye Kirishima was gone and so was his coffee, now clutched between redhead’s greedy hands and being hungrily gulped down.

‘Hey!’ he yelped but Kirishima hid himself on the other side of the table so he couldn’t reach and smiled at him teasingly from there. His soaked in drool t-shirt was gone, leaving his admirable pecs on display. His hair was in utter disarray, sticking up here, flat over there. Kaminari wanted him back between his arms.

‘You two behave, I don’t want them awake before I have enough pancakes for everyone.’ Bakugou growled from his place at the stove. Kirishima took it as his cue to give him some attention. He put the coffee on the table, from where Kaminari snatched it away immediately, and approached his other boyfriend from behind.

‘Good mornin', Blasty’ he murmured into the nape of his neck, looping his strong arms around his stomach, smelling him and the first batch of pancakes he was working on.

‘Mornin’’ He tore a piece of one of them and reached to his shoulder, where Kirishima was quick to catch it. Bakugou leaned into his chest.

‘So good.’ Eijirou sighed, peppering his neck and visible shoulder with little kisses. To his right Kaminari made himself another coffee. Kirishima’s coffee preference was drinking theirs so it was no use to make him his own. When Bakugou reluctantly nudged him out of the way, redhead grabbed his grenade mug to sip a bit of his black coffee. Then he stretched with a sigh, both of his boyfriend’s eyes on him, and announced he needs to shower. ‘Anyone?’ he looked at them playfully. Kaminari slapped him on the hip.

‘We have guests dum-dum.’

‘I’m just joking’ he giggled jumping out of his reach and left the kitchen. Kaminari proceeded to prepare the table and Bakugou kept adding to his pancake tower.

Their banter didn’t go unnoticed as soon after he left Mina entered the kitchen with a yawn and a soft ‘Hello’, Sero tailing after her with pained expression.

‘I smell coffee’ she commented, sniffing the air and eyeing the mug in Kaminari’s hand, who brought it closer to his chest protectively and then moved aside revealing the still half full coffee pot behind him. She cheered and raided the cupboard to find herself a mug.

Meanwhile Sero slumped on a chair almost putting his head in one of the plates. ‘Do you guys have yerba?’

‘Yeah, I’ll make you some just get your damn hair out of my plate.’ Katsuki appeared above him, swatting his head away from the table. He put down a plate full of pancakes. ‘Eat up fuckers and get outta my house.’

‘Me too?’ Kaminari quirked his eyebrow while Mina sat down with her coffee and grabbed a plate to load it with pancakes.

‘It’s your house too, moron.’

‘We’re not going anywhere.’ Mina piped up after swallowing a bite of syrup covered pancakes. (Turned out Kirishima drank only half of the bottle.) ‘We gotta burn the pancake calories in the Just Dance dance off.’

‘Just don’t eat the pancakes you ungrateful fuck.’ Bakugou growled, putting a yerba mate gourd in front of Sero. He thanked him, and took a long sip.

‘Katsuki, your pancakes are too good, we both know this.’ Ashido pointed an accusatory fork at him.

‘It’s just a ploy to make you fat and slow you down.’ Bakugou shrugged.

‘Just take the fucking compliment, dude!’

‘Well, thank you for being so easy to please!’

‘Ugh!’ She threw her hands in the air, while the other two listening to them snickered. Kaminari finally sat down between his friends. That’s when Kirishima decided to join them, hair damp, sweatpants and a tank top thrown on.

‘Did I miss something?’ He asked, settling on the last vacant seat.

‘Just alien face not wanting to admit she wants to crush us in her stupid game.’

‘Babe. Like you’re one to talk.’

‘You sound like you don’t want to eat.’ Bakugou looked at him threateningly. Kirishima put up his hands in defeat then motioned to zip his lips shut.

When Sero was halfway through his yerba he mused out loud. ‘We can’t just go jumping right after breakfast.’

‘What do u suggest?’ Kaminari piped up, hopeful. He wasn’t looking forward to it neither. Especially that Bakugou was getting too intense every time they played Just Dance with Mina. Kaminari was quite good at it himself, while Bakugou always got frustrated he couldn’t beat the game through sheer willpower itself.

‘We could watch a movie?’

Everyone at the table groaned. From their movie watching experience they knew it took at least half an hour to settle on a movie everyone would want to watch.

Bakugou turned off the stove, put the last pancakes on the plate, and motioned Kirishima to make room on his lap.

‘We can just roll a fucking dice, you know.’ He suggested, starting on Kirishima’s half eaten pancake while the redhead leaned on his back, arms around his middle.

‘That’s… actually a good idea?’ Kaminari grinned from in front of them, nudging one of his boyfriend’s legs with his foot. He didn’t know which one. ‘Lemme go grab a dice.’ He announced and left the kitchen to go rummage through their board game boxes.

‘Since when are you such a good mediator, Baku?’ Sero tilted his head, his hair now pulled back in a short ponytail with a hair band borrowed from Kirishima.

‘Since I started dating two dumbasses I guess.’ Bakugou shrugged, feeding Kirishima his own pancake above his arm. It didn’t look comfortable, but it worked.

‘Got it!’ Kaminari came back victorious with a yellow dice.

They took their turns rolling, Sero groaning when he got a one while everyone else let out a sigh of relief. Last time he choose a movie they ended up watching some foreign indie horror about creepy bunny Jesus. Kirishima rolled a five and when nobody beat it he whooped in victory.

‘So, what are we watching?’ Nudged him Mina. Nobody really minded his victory, because Kirishima’s movie taste was more or less like him. Loveable by everyone. He hummed in thought.

‘Uh, would you rather watch a gay movie or an old British comedy?’

‘That’s a tough one.’ Bakugou rolled his eyes.

‘The British one.’

‘Everyone who is against Sero’s choice hand up.’

Kirishima raised Bakugou’s hand for good measure, even though the gay movie would win anyway.

‘Alex Strangelove it is!’ Kirishima cheered. ‘Last time I tried to watch it somebody kept distracting me.’ He narrowed his eyes at said someone. Kaminari shrugged with an innocent smile.

‘Sorry I’m so distracting honey.’

‘Guys don’t be gross.’ Mina made a face of disgust, badly hiding her fond smile.

‘You’re gross.’ Bakugou retorted stuffing his face with pancakes.

‘Yes, yes, now let me go I’m gonna turn on Netflix, maybe check for some chips.’ Kirishima patted his boyfriend’s hips but he didn’t budge.

‘No. You’re comfy.’

‘You can sit on my lap?’ Kaminari offered.

‘You’re bony, no thanks.’ Bakugou squinted at the idea.

‘…I can sit on your lap?’ He tried again. Bakugou was silent for a couple of seconds. Sero was biting back a laugh.

‘You can go, Ei.’

Eijirou laughed, pecking him on the cheek and letting him go. Then he grabbed one of the few pancakes left and went to the living room, from where they heard the signature Netflix sound. Meanwhile Kaminari skipped around the table to settle on Bakugou’s lap with a sigh, leaning onto his broad chest. Bakugou let him for a while, and then nudged him on the side.

‘Turn around I want to eat.’

Kaminari did as he was told, looping his arm around his boyfriend’s neck and leaning on his shoulder, so he could finish his breakfast. He motioned Ashido to hand him his mug and he sipped the remaining coffee.

Ashido and Sero gathered the dishes and started cleaning them up together, Kaminari navigating them through the drawers and cupboards when they didn’t know where to find something or where to put something back. Then Sero found some popcorn and went on to prepare a big bowl of it.

‘Are we watching on the couch or on the floor?’ Kirishima yelled from the living room. The four looked at each other.

‘Floor.’

‘Floor.’

‘Yeah.’

‘I’m taking the couch, fuck you.’

‘You’ll miss on the cuddles, you know.’ Reminded him Kaminari, pinching Katsuki’s cheek. Mina took their empty dishes to finish cleaning up. Bakugou growled, looping his arms around him.

‘Fine.’

Katsuki wanted to leave the table. It was enough he had to watch them be all lovey dovey whenever he was hanging out with them. Which was disturbingly often. Enough he had to listen about them planning their first date for the whole past week. He had hoped all these stupid feeling would stop when his friends started dating but they only seemed to amplify.

‘If you think I’m gonna willingly third-wheel for ya, you’re stupider than I thought.’ He growled, closing his notebook with which he was trying to distract himself from their laced hands and them feeding each other fries. Gross.

‘Dude, third wheel is for extra support you know?’ Kaminari interjected, frowning at his fries. He seemed very stressed, his shoulders tense. Bakugou didn’t care. He shoved what was left of his food into his mouth and swallowed with little chewing.

‘Well, find yourself a walking stick if you need support. I’m outta here.’ He stood up, picking up his tray. He wasn’t gonna stay here and deal with this bullshit. With his own friends fucking with him like that.

‘Katsuki, wait!’ Kirishima leaned towards him and grabbed his sleeve before he could go any further. Bakugou looked around to check if they didn’t attract any unwanted eyes. Then looked back at his friend, urging him to talk with a nasty glare. ‘Okay, so.’ The grip on his sleeve tightened. ‘The point is we need a third wheel to make this bike more stable.’

‘Jesus fuck can you drop the metaphor you sound like a lunatic.’ Bakugou started seething and pulling out of his grip. Wherever it was going, he didn’t think he’d like it. He preferred to escape before the thing escalated.

‘Bakugou go with us as a boyfriend.’ Kirishima finally sputtered out. His cheeks were flushed red but he was looking straight into his eyes with determination. Kaminari, on the other hand, was red all over, still pretending to be eating his fries. Bakugou recovered quickly.

‘What kind of game are you playing, shithead?’ He yanked his arm away feeling anger, hurt and hope all mixing inside his gut in a painful combination.

‘I’m not, just-‘

Kaminari slammed his hand on the table seemingly unable to take the tension any longer.

‘Dude, just. Do you wanna be our boyfriend or not?’ His face was still red but he looked at Bakugou with hope and fear and what looked like nausea. Feeling two pairs of eyes directed at him in anticipation made him raise his shoulders defensively.

‘Like, with you both? A third one?’

‘Yes.’ Kirishima nodded, leaning in.

‘Is this some kinky shit, because I’m not goin-‘

‘Katsuki. Sit down, please?’

He did, although reluctantly.

‘So, we were planning this date, right?’ Kaminari started. ‘And we wanted to make it special because, first real date, you know. But, whatever we came up with, it didn’t seem good enough.’

‘Right!’ Kirishima picked up with a smile. A smile that suddenly turned evil. ‘And we figured out what was missing when Kaminari here’ he looped his arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders, effectively stopping him from covering his mouth. ‘said one day, and I quote, ‘Man, I wish Bakugou could go with us’. And we started planning the date with you. And it all clicked!’ He threw his hands in the air with a wide grin.

Bakugou felt his cheeks growing warm and his stomach twist in painful knots. He didn’t know what to do or what to think and he didn’t like it. He opened his mouth but closed it again. Their gaze was just as heavy and demanding as before and he felt trapped. However, they were patient and he didn’t know if he should be thankful for giving him time to process it or angry for babying him. Finally, he licked his lips and dared to look up at them.

‘This better not be some shitty boring date.’