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Denki had been running for the last ten minutes as he dashed into his classroom. He had woken up late and was slightly hungover from the absolutely crazy frat party he went to the night prior. He was able to get his preferred seat slightly to the right of the model stand, setting up his pad and different pencils. They had been working on different sketching techniques: shading, rendering, and proportioning. He preferred working with his tablet, but he was alright with pencils. He couldn’t wait for the digital art lessons, he would excel with those.
“Hey, hoe,” his childhood friend, Mina, squawked as she sat next to him.
“Sup, slut,” he replied with a smirk. These two had known each other for most of their lives. They had been neighbors, Mina had moved to their neighborhood when she was seven. The neighborhood was for the upper middle class, Denki’s mom was lawyer and his dad was a electrician. So, he grew up very privileged. Both her parents were very wealthy business owners, they were the richest in the neighborhood. The problem was her and her mother were the only black people in the neighborhood, which led a lot of kids to bully her in secret.
Of course, Denki didn’t like those kids, and would also be there to help her out. In elementary school, he would pull the bullies by their hair or shirts, often leading to fights. In middle school, he would dump food onto their heads in the cafeteria. In high school, the bullying toned down a bit. There were still a few kids who picked on her, but he set them straight when he could. He even has a scar on his temple from when one of the jocks tried to run her over with his car and he pushed her out of the way. They got into a lot of trouble, especially in their teen years, for getting back at the bullies. But, they always had each other’s backs.
“I can’t help but notice you are sporting a big purple blotch on your neck~” Denki squealed and turned bright red, instantly covering it up.
“I haven’t the slightest clue what you mean!” he squeaked. He was being mostly honest, he knew he had a hickey. The problem was he doesn’t remember how he got it.
“You haven’t the faintest memory from last night, do you?”
“Not a single one, no,” he groaned as he face-planted into his easel. Mina laughed at his misery and dug in her purse, pulling out a bottle of pain meds.
“Here, I know you can dry swallow,” he took the bottle gratefully and downed two pills with a groan.
He was a freshman, living in the freshman dormitory. He was lucky enough to know a few freshmen that were able to snag spots in some of the fraternity houses, his best buddy Hanta was one of them. He had invited Mina and Denki to their ‘So Long Summer’ bash, and it was a riot. Denki had never seen so much liquor in his fucking life, and a lot of people also came in theme.
Denki sported black tank crop top that said ‘say good-bi’ with the bi flag, some purple booty shorts, and his beat up black slip-on sneakers. He had gone there with Mina, but lost her the moment some hulked up redhead asked her to be his partner for beer pong.
“I remember you were with some redhead, did you have fun?” he questioned playfully.
“Hell yeah I did, I got his number and everything. He was a body worshiping puppy, Denki. Every five minutes, he’d make sure I gave him consent. I didn’t know university had such men!” she swooned and giggled, “we’re going for coffee after he finishes his health and wellness class in building C,” she then looked at him, “what about you?” Denki froze.
“I don’t remember,”
“Dude, you left the party with some blonde beefcake. He seemed a little tipsy himself, but managed to carry you out the door princess style with you screaming ‘guys, I’m about to get laid by a god!’ as you drooled on his bicep and hiccuped,” she snickered, “Hanta has it on video, hold on,” she went to grab her phone when the professor came in.
“Good morning class, today we are going to be practicing all three of our skills by drawing a full body model!” the class all crooned at the idea. Denki was a little nervous, he was good at portraits. However, drawing bodies was once again something he preferred to do on his drawing tablet, “today’s model is Katsuki Bakugo, the captain of the school’s hockey team, as well as the quarterback, wrestling co-captain, and a rowing star! He’s offered to be this class's model, so please, give him a big round of applause as a thank you!”
Bakugo walked out completely nude, standing on the modeling podium with a snide smirk as the class clapped. Denki is the only one who didn’t, too awestruck at the rippling muscled GOD in front of him.
“Thanks, Ms. Midnight. Is any pose good?”
“I would prefer one that flexes your muscles, but it has to be comfortable for you as well,” Bakugo nodded and placed one arm above his head, brushing his hair back a bit before placing the other hand loosely on his hip. Denki felt his entire body grow warm as each muscle rippled down Bakugo’s body. He was quick to get to work, drawing the base model shapes before adding the body shape.
Denki would always catch Bakugo’s eyes staring at him when he would look up, making his cheeks grow redder. It was all coming back to Denki about the night before, the medicine finally kicking in. Flashes of the night before would cross his mind, he remembers the red irises of Bakugo peering down at him through moans of ecstasy. He remembers how the man modeling for him had a gruff voice and strong, calloused hands. He can feel Bakugo’s breath on his ear as the other thrusted into him roughly. Bakugo was the man he slept with last night, and it was glorious.
Time went by quickly as Midnight excused Bakugo to go get changed. She allowed the class to touch up their works while she graded some old works. Mina smirked at Denki with evil in her eyes.
“So, you and Bakugo?” she teased.
“Shut up,” he whispered as he kept fixing Bakugo’s nipple placement.
When class was over, Denki was the last to leave, having needed to discuss one of his former projects with his professor. When he did leave, he was instantly cornered by Bakugo, who’s smirking face put Mina’s to shame. Bakugo’s smirk was nearly evil, it was cocky and snide and confident.
“So, you’re the little freshman I fucked last night,” he chuckled as he grazed Denki’s hickey, “best fuck of my life, if I’m being honest. And you’re really fucking sexy when you moan. I want to explore this, so I’m taking you out next Saturday. Here’s my number,” he placed a folded up piece of paper in Denki’s back jean pocket, copping a feel before letting go, “see you soon, sunshine~” Bakugo winked while walking away.
“Holy fuck, I think I just saw Jesus,” Denki held his heart and took the phone number out. That nude portrait was his best grade in Ms. Midnight’s class.