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01
Bakugo knew his boyfriend was hot. Winning "The Hottest Pro-Hero" three consecutive years was a good reminder. Kirishima was just fucking, insanely sexy, and Bakugo was pretty aware of that.
He knew Kirishima had so many fans that his fanbase was probably the only one that could go head-to-head with Todoroki's, but sometimes, he couldn’t ignore that he was jealous.
Kirishima deserved every single fan in the world and all the titles that came with it, but standing in a photography studio, seeing his boyfriend, his man, almost naked, taking photos for a fucking charity calendar? Fuck. Sometimes, that was too much.
Kirishima’s broad, muscular frame was on full display, his chiseled abs and perfectly sculpted chest glistening under the studio lights. He was grinning like the ray of sunshine he was, his sharp teeth peeking out in that boyish way that drove people wild. His hero costume was nowhere to be seen; instead, he wore a loose pair of low-slung jeans that barely clung to his hips, showing just enough to make Bakugo’s blood boil, in more ways than one.
“Okay, Eijiro, tilt your head slightly to the left. Perfect! Now give me that classic Red Riot smile.” The photographer cooed, their enthusiasm making Bakugo’s eye twitch.
Kirishima complied without hesitation, flashing that dazzling, heart-stopping grin that made even Bakugo’s knees weak. How the hell was he supposed to stay calm when half the crew was practically drooling over him? Bakugo stood a few feet away, arms crossed tightly over his chest, trying to mask the way his jaw clenched. His foot tapped against the floor, a telltale sign he was seconds away from snapping.
One of the assistants leaned over to the photographer, whispering something Bakugo couldn’t hear. They both giggled, eyes darting back to Kirishima like a couple of teenagers ogling their high school crush. That was the last straw.
“Eijiro, sweetheart, let’s try something a little more daring.” The photographer said. “Why don’t we lose the jeans? The fans will love it.”
Bakugo’s head snapped up so fast he might have given himself whiplash. “Oi,” he barked, “Ain’t this supposed to be for charity? Not a fuckin’ thirst trap.”
The entire room froze. The sound guy dropped his mic. One of the assistants tripped over a cable. Kirishima’s face turned a shade of red that rivaled his hair as he rubbed the back of his neck, laughing nervously.
“Katsuki...” Kirishima started, “It’s not that big of a deal...”
“Not that big of a deal?” Bakugo cut him off, marching closer with all the grace of an angry bull. He gestured wildly at Kirishima’s barely-there jeans. “You’re practically naked already! What’s next, huh? Some fuckin’ glitter and a bowtie?”
The photographer, clearly trying to salvage the situation, stepped forward with an overly saccharine smile. “Mr. Bakugo, this is all for a good cause.”
Bakugo shot him a look so sharp it could’ve sent the man running, but instead of snapping like he wanted to, he clenched his jaw and started counting in his head. One... two... three... He wasn’t about to cause a scene. Not because he didn’t want to, oh, he really did, but because he knew it would only make things harder for Kirishima.
Four... five... six... He took a deep breath, dragging his gaze away from the trembling photographer and zeroing in on Kirishima instead. His boyfriend was still standing under the lights, laughing about something with one of the crew. His skin shimmered under the glow, the faint sheen of oil making his body look like it was carved from stone.
Seven... eight... nine... Bakugo’s eyes darkened, hunger curling low in his gut as he watched the way Kirishima casually stretched his arms above his head, every movement making his muscles shift in ways that were borderline obscene.
Ten.
Fine. He wouldn’t bark at the photographer, but the way he stared at Kirishima? That was something no one could stop. His eyes burned as they traced every dip, curve, and ridge of his boyfriend’s body. The thoughts swirling in his head weren’t exactly appropriate for public consumption, but that didn’t stop the corner of his mouth from twitching into a smirk. He knew exactly how the night would end, and it wouldn’t involve anyone else in this room.
When Kirishima finally walked over, throwing a towel around his shoulders, he flashed Bakugo a bright smile that softened every sharp edge in him. “Thanks for being patient. I know this isn’t exactly your scene.”
Bakugo snorted, his arms still crossed, but his gaze softened as it lingered on Kirishima. “Yeah, no shit. But you looked fuckin’ hot, Ei.”
Kirishima blinked, caught off guard by the blunt compliment, before his face split into a grin that made his chest ache. “You think so?” He asked, teasing, but his cheeks had a faint pink hue that Bakugo didn’t miss.
“Don’t act like you don’t know it.” Bakugo said, rolling his eyes but stepping closer. His voice dropped a little, low enough that only Kirishima could hear him. “Every goddamn person in here’s been drooling over you. You looked insane out there. Almost made me lose my shit.”
Kirishima’s grin softened into something warm, “Well, I wasn’t thinking about anyone else. Just you.”
“Tch.” Bakugo rubbed the back of his neck, his ears turning red. “Yeah, well, maybe you should start thinkin’ about puttin’ on a damn shirt before someone gets the wrong idea.”
Kirishima laughed, his broad shoulders shaking, “What, like someone’s gonna think I’m single?” He leaned in close, his warm breath brushing against Bakugo’s cheek as his red eyes sparkled with mischief. “No one’s stupid enough to try anything when they know I’m dating the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.”
Bakugo actually snorted, the rare sound surprising even himself. A genuine smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, softening his sharp features in a way that only Kirishima could manage. “They know better, but you’re gonna take me on a date today. And when we get home...” He leaned in closer, his lips just brushing against Kirishima’s ear, his breath sending a shiver down his boyfriend’s spine. “I want you to wear even less than you did during the shoot.”
Kirishima blinked, the words clearly catching him off guard, before his entire face flushed a deep red. “Even less, huh? That’s not a lot to work with, Kat.”
“Good.”
No one knew, but when the calendar was finally published, Bakugo spent a small fortune buying most of the copies. He told himself it was for a good cause, and technically, it was. Every yen went to charity, and that was something he could get behind.
But the real reason?
It was sitting on the coffee table in their living room, another copy tucked in his gym bag, a third in his bedside drawer. Hell, there was even one in his office. Because as much as he hated sharing Kirishima with the world, those photos? That man? He was Bakugo’s, and having those calendars was a reminder of just how fucking lucky he was.
02
It was also for charity, Bakugo reminded himself, his grip on the steering wheel tight enough to make the leather creak. Firefighters had invited Kirishima to join this absurd event to raise money for some charity, and of fucking course Kirishima hadn’t said no.
That was just who he was. Kind, selfless, and annoyingly eager to help. Bakugo loved that about him, he really did. Most of the time.
But right now? He hated it.
Which was why he sat inside his car, parked in front of a fire station, watching a crowd of overly muscular firefighters swarm around his car, scrubbing it with soapy sponges and making him want to blow the entire parking lot to pieces.
From where he sat, Bakugo had an unobstructed view of Kirishima. His boyfriend stood across the lot, washing another car with a group of firefighters, his broad chest and abs on full display beneath a soaked white shirt that clung to him like a second skin. Water dripped from his damp hair, loose strands sticking to his forehead as he laughed at something one of the firefighters said. His grin was bright and completely irresistible, just like always. He looked like a walking ad for something ridiculously expensive, too perfect to be real.
And apparently, everyone else thought so too.
Kirishima chatted easily with several car owners, his warm personality drawing them in like moths to a flame. They leaned in too close, smiling too much, their eyes lingering on him in a way that made Bakugo’s blood boil. Kirishima kept laughing, nodding, and flashing that stupid, perfect smile that had no business being shared with anyone else.
The final straw came when one of the firefighters, a guy with biceps so big Bakugo wondered if he injected protein straight into his veins, stepped up to Kirishima, clapping a hand on his shoulder and saying something that made Kirishima laugh again, his head thrown back in pure joy.
Bakugo’s eye twitched. Without thinking, he slammed his hand onto the car horn and held it down. The sound blared obnoxiously across the lot, drawing everyone’s attention. Heads turned, startled, toward the noise, but Bakugo didn’t care. He kept his hand pressed against the horn for an agonizingly long minute before finally letting go.
Kirishima’s head whipped around, his cheerful expression shifting to confusion as he spotted the car. Then, when recognition dawned, his face softened with fondness, though it quickly morphed into exasperation. With a sigh, he tossed his sponge into a bucket and jogged over, his towel slung over his shoulder.
He leaned down by the driver’s side window, wiping his hands on the towel. “Kat, what the hell was that?”
Bakugo rolled the window down just enough to glare at him, his fiery gaze unwavering. “Tell those idiots to stop touching my Porsche.” He said, jerking his thumb toward the firefighters still scrubbing away at the hood.
Kirishima blinked, “What are you talking about?”
“I said,” Bakugo growled, “get them off my car. I want you to wash it.”
Kirishima’s eyebrows shot up, his lips twitching like he was fighting a smile. “You’re serious?”
“Dead serious.” Bakugo crossed his arms over his chest, his glare daring Kirishima to argue. “Get rid of ‘em. You’re washing my car. I’ll pay extra if I have to.”
“You do know this is a charity event, right?” Kirishima asked, folding his arms and tilting his head, the teasing lilt in his voice making Bakugo’s eye twitch again. “They’re all volunteers, Kat. It’s not like they’re slacking off.”
“I don’t care.” Bakugo snapped, jabbing a finger toward the windshield, where two firefighters were scrubbing the hood with far too much enthusiasm for his liking. “They can wash someone else’s car. I said I want you.”
Kirishima stared at him for a moment, his eyes bright with amusement as he let the silence drag. Then, a grin spread across his face, the kind that made Bakugo’s stomach flip and his blood pressure skyrocket. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”
“You gonna do it or what?”
Kirishima let out a chuckle and turned toward the firefighters, waving them off with a casual gesture. They exchanged confused looks but stepped back, leaving the car to Kirishima. He grabbed the sponge and bucket, his grin only widening as he turned back to Bakugo.
“Alright, Kat, guess I better do a good job if you’re paying extra.”
Bakugo scowled, but his gaze stayed glued to Kirishima as he dipped the sponge into the bucket, squeezing out the water with slow movements. Kirishima caught his eye, winking before running the sponge over the hood of the car, his movements exaggerated just enough to make Bakugo grit his teeth.
“Better pay attention, Kat,” Kirishima called, “I wouldn’t want you to miss the show.”
Bakugo groaned, dragging a hand down his face, but his gaze didn’t waver for a second.
Damn charity. Damn firefighters. And damn Kirishima for being so goddamn perfect.
03
Kirishima publishing a fucking book about gym exercises, self-esteem and emotional health was, without a doubt, both the best and the absolute worst thing that had ever happened to Bakugo.
On one hand, it was incredible. Kirishima had poured his soul into that book, every page, every chapter was a reflection of everything he’d worked for, everything he believed in. Bakugo could see how much it meant to him. How proud Kirishima was, not just of the book itself but of the journey he had taken to get to this point. Seeing him happy made Bakugo feel like his heart was going to explode in his chest. It wasn’t just about the book, though. It was about everything Kirishima had done, all the growth, all the ways he’d pushed himself to be better. Bakugo had been there for every step of it, supporting him when the world didn’t quite see him the way Bakugo did. And that? That made Bakugo prouder than he cared to admit.
But on the other hand? It was an absolute nightmare, because now Bakugo was sitting in the middle of a crowded bookstore, a small table with a cold iced tea in front of him, watching as an endless line of people snaked through the aisles, each one clutching a copy of Kirishima’s book with eager eyes. They weren’t just any fans, either, they were obsessed, hanging on Kirishima’s every word, practically melting when he signed their book or gave them a friendly nod. And as they waited, they spoke in whispers of admiration, praising him like he was some sort of God.
He was amazing. Bakugo knew that better than anyone. Hell, Kirishima was the kind of guy who could make anyone’s day better, just by being around, but did the whole world need to know it? Did they all need to crowd around him like this? Did they need to see just how fucking perfect Kirishima was?
“Wow,” came a soft whistle to his left.
Bakugo’s eyes snapped over to see Kirishima’s manager, a bright-eyed young woman named Hana, standing beside him. She was leaning casually against the counter, arms crossed as she stared at the growing crowd of fans outside the bookstore. “This is insane. It’s already past eight, and I think there are still, what, two thousand people waiting outside?”
“Tch.” Bakugo groaned, his teeth grinding together as he stared down at his drink.
“By my count, there were almost ten thousand people here today.” Hana continued, glancing at him with an amused smile. “This is huge, you know. Kirishima’s practically a national treasure at this point.”
Bakugo’s eyes narrowed. “Yeah, I get it.”
Kirishima, on the other side of the bookstore, was still going strong. He was at the signing table, laughing and chatting with every fan who came up to him, his smile never faltering. He’d been signing for hours now, but it was like he was still full of energy. He leaned forward to talk to a little kid, ruffling the boy’s hair and giving him a high five before scribbling his name in the book. Then he flashed the kid another dazzling grin as the boy scampered off to join his parents.
Bakugo’s chest tightened, and he could feel the muscles in his jaw locking. Of course Kirishima was killing it. He was always the center of attention, always so damn bright and kind, making everyone around him feel like they were the most important person in the world. It was who he was, but it didn’t mean Bakugo had to like seeing it, especially not with all these people crowding and drooling over him.
Hana’s voice broke through his thoughts. “You look like you’re about to explode. Everything okay?”
“I’m fine.” Bakugo grumbled, but his hands were clenched around the plastic, crumpling it with every passing second.
Hana’s expression softened a little, but she didn’t press. Instead, she smiled and tilted her head slightly. “He’s really something, huh?”
Bakugo glanced up, just as Kirishima laughed at something a fan had said, leaning back in his chair with that trademark grin on his face. The way he made everyone feel like they mattered, it was impossible not to be in awe of him.
“Yeah,” Bakugo whispered, “He is.”
Hana’s smile widened as she watched him. “You know, he’s been talking about you all day. Keeps telling everyone how much you’ve supported him through all of this. He says you’re his biggest cheerleader.”
Bakugo’s face went red. He quickly looked away, glaring at the shelf in front of him, but his ears were burning. “Whatever.”
“Don’t ‘whatever’ me.” Hana teased, crossing her arms and leaning in with a smirk. “And stop staring at his fans.”
His eyes snapped back to her, narrowing in disbelief. “I’m not staring, I’m just looking around.”
She raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Sure you are. Keep telling yourself that.”
Bakugo let out an exaggerated sigh and stood up abruptly, unable to sit still any longer. He snatched a copy of Kirishima’s book from the nearby display, his fingers curling around the spine with an almost frantic energy. Every part of him was tense, his irritation bubbling over as he made his way toward the front of the line.
“Hey!” Hana called out from behind him, but Bakugo was already striding past the eager fans, ignoring the surprised stares and muttered comments from those waiting.
When he reached the table, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. Without a word, Bakugo slammed the book down in front of Kirishima, cutting off his conversation with the fan in front of him. The fan blinked in confusion, but Bakugo paid them no mind.
Kirishima looked up, his face lighting up in that endearing way that always made his heart flutter just a little. “Kat? What are you...”
“I’m skipping the line.” Bakugo grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest in a stubborn, almost childish way. “Sign it.”
Kirishima’s eyes glinted with amusement, but he didn’t hesitate. “Aren’t you a little impatient?”
“Shut up.” Bakugo's gaze flicked nervously to the line of fans waiting behind him, then back to Kirishima. “Just sign it, Ei.”
Kirishima grinned, obviously finding Bakugo’s possessiveness endearing, and grabbed the book. He opened it to a clean page, his handwriting smooth and fluid as he wrote a personal message, clearly taking his time to make it meaningful.
“To my favorite person, Kat.” He wrote, the words bold and easy to read. He added a little heart next to the message, and then signed his name.
When he handed the book back to Bakugo, their fingers brushed, and Kirishima’s eyes shone with a quiet affection. “There you go. I hope you like it.”
Bakugo took the book, his eyes scanning the words. He couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at his lips as he read the message aloud, making sure the whole line could hear it. “To my favorite person, Kat.” He glanced up at the fans with a smug grin. “Did you hear that?”
The fans around him shifted awkwardly, some trying to hide their smiles, while others looked thoroughly impressed. Bakugo felt the warmth in his chest spread, his heart swelling a little at the thought that Kirishima had written that for him, in front of everyone.
He didn’t wait for a response. He just turned, heading back to the chairs where Hana was sitting, the book held tightly in his hand. He dropped back into the seat with a confident, smug grin on his face, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back, clearly pleased with himself.
Hana chuckled softly, shaking her head as she watched him. “You’re impossible.”
04.
Of fucking course Kirishima won "The Hottest Pro-Hero" again. It was a normal award, just like all the others, but this time? The chaos that surrounded them was next level. From the moment they stepped onto the red carpet, the atmosphere was chaotic. The flashes of cameras blinded Bakugo momentarily, but he didn’t mind. It wasn’t like they were all aiming their cameras at him anyway.
Kirishima, on the other hand, was glowing. He stood tall, his long red hair braided neatly down his back, framing his strong features. His smile was wide, genuine, lighting up the entire scene. Bakugo’s chest tightened with pride at the sight of him. Kirishima was wearing the tuxedo Bakugo had handpicked for him, a deep navy blue with a sharp cut that accentuated his broad shoulders and lean, muscular frame. It was made for him. The combination of Kirishima’s effortless charm and his physical presence made him look like a fucking Greek god.
But Kirishima? Kirishima didn’t see it that way. His eyes weren’t on himself or the throngs of adoring fans and photographers. His eyes were on Bakugo. His hand stayed firmly wrapped around Bakugo’s, holding him close, like he was the one who needed the reassurance. Kirishima’s smile never wavered, but it was always directed at Bakugo like he was the real star of the night. It made Bakugo’s heart beat faster, even though he was trying his hardest not to show it.
As they walked down the red carpet, the paparazzi went wild. The questions came flying at them, one after another, louder and faster with every step they took. “Red Riot! Over here! What’s the secret to your perfect smile?”
Bakugo felt a hand press against his back as they kept walking, pulling him along with the flow of the crowd. Kirishima looked effortlessly calm, answering questions with his usual relaxed charm. He was in his element. “I think it’s just all the support I’ve had from the people who matter most.”
One photographer raised their voice above the rest, “Dynamight, what’s it like being with the hottest hero of all time? Seriously, we’re all wondering!”
Another one added, “Dynamight, you’ve got to be the luckiest guy in the world. How does it feel to be dating Red Riot?”
Bakugo felt his face flush. It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to the attention, he’d been in the public eye long enough for that, but this was another level.
Kirishima’s chuckle was warm, a soft sound that carried effortlessly through the chaos of flashing cameras. His voice, rich and deep, seemed to calm everything around him, as he answered the next set of questions with that trademark ease. “I'm the lucky guy here.” He said with a playful grin, glancing back at Bakugo, whose expression softened despite himself. There it was again, the affection that seemed to radiate from Kirishima without effort, the same affection that kept his hand firmly intertwined with Bakugo’s.
When they reached the stage, the tension in the air was palpable. The host called Kirishima’s name and the crowd erupted into applause. Kirishima gave Bakugo a quick smile before making his way up to the stage, his stride confident and strong. As he reached the podium, the host handed him the award, and he turned to the crowd, his expression a mix of gratitude and disbelief.
“Wow, fourth time I’ve been on this stage in four years...” His words were met with a wave of applause. “It never gets old.”
The crowd quieted down, and Kirishima took a deep breath, his eyes scanning the audience as if searching for the right words. He looked down at the award in his hand for a moment, his fingers gripping it with a sense of reverence, before looking back out at the crowd.
“You know, if you’d told me when I was a teenager that I’d be standing here today, I probably wouldn’t have believed it. I wasn’t always the confident, happy guy you see in front of you now. I spent a lot of time feeling unsure, wondering if I’d ever find my place in the world. But look at me now.” Kirishima’s gaze drifted toward Bakugo, a fondness in his eyes that was unmistakable. “I’ve made it this far, and I’m honestly so proud of the person I am today. So proud of how far I’ve come. I really appreciate all the support I receive from my friends, other pro-heroes, and my fans. And thanks to my favorite person.” Kirishima turned fully toward Bakugo, his smile growing even warmer. “You’ve made me feel like the prettiest guy in the world every single day.”
The camera immediately shifted focus, capturing Bakugo’s reaction. His usual intense gaze softened for a split second, his lips pulling into a self-assured smirk. The flashes of cameras were relentless, but he didn’t care. He glanced at Kirishima, the tiniest hint of pride flickering in his eyes.
“Because you are.” Bakugo whispered under his breath, his smirk only growing more smug as he leaned back, letting the spotlight shine on Kirishima.
Damn idiot, he thought, his chest tightening as he watched Kirishima bask in the moment, his smile radiant and genuine.
He was so fucking in love with him.
05.
Fucking charity again. Bakugo was about to kill someone.
It wasn’t that he hated charity, he didn’t, hell, he even respected the idea of raising money for a good cause. But auctioning off lunches with pro-heroes? That was another story. And now, here he was, sitting in the crowd, watching his boyfriend stand up on stage, looking all goddamn radiant and charming as ever, about to be auctioned off for lunch.
It was a smart idea for raising money, sure, but Bakugo was ready to blow something up, because someone was about to take his boyfriend out to eat, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let that happen.
Kirishima stood there, looking effortlessly handsome, flashing that teasing smile of his as the auctioneer announced that the bidding for lunch with the Red Riot would begin.
“Who’ll start the bidding at...”
Bakugo didn’t wait for the number to drop. He was already on his feet shooting a death glare at the sea of people, mainly fanboys, around him.
“300,000 yen!” Bakugo shouted, nearly knocking over the poor woman next to him in his haste. The crowd went silent for a second, before the auctioneer raised an eyebrow and gestured for the other bids to come in.
“300,000 yen, from the man in the back. Anyone want to go higher?”
Bakugo sneered, but he wasn’t done. Oh, no. He wasn’t losing this. Not for a second. He heard a few other bids rise in the background, one guy even offered 400,000 yen, another guy doubled down at 600,000. Bakugo clenched his fists, barely containing his frustration.
One guy in particular, a lanky fanboy with far too much money and not enough sense, was giving him a run for his money, grinning all too smugly as he raised his bid to a 850,000 yen.
That did it.
Bakugo’s eyes widened with disbelief. “For lunch?” he growled. The audacity. The gall. The sheer disrespect. He had to win this. He didn’t care what it took. He needed that lunch.
“1 million yen!” Bakugo shouted, practically foaming at the mouth.
The fanboys around him gasped, some looked at each other as if they were calculating whether or not this was worth it, but Bakugo didn’t care. He was getting this lunch. He was getting Kirishima back for the insult of putting him up for auction.
The auctioneer looked at him, then at the sea of raised bids, before glancing back at Kirishima on stage. Kirishima, still grinning, was enjoying this way too much. Bakugo’s jaw tightened, his competitive streak flaring as the pressure built. He was not losing this.
The auctioneer, now sweating more than anyone at this event, rubbed his hands together. “1 million yen... Going once... Going twice...”
Kirishima, still standing on the stage, watched Bakugo with that mischievous smile, arms crossed, clearly enjoying the chaos he was causing. Bakugo could feel those damn eyes on him, and he was not about to let some other guy swoop in and win this.
Bakugo could practically feel the fanboys shifting uneasily around him. One guy, a huge buff dude who’d been eyeing Kirishima from the moment the bidding started, leaned over and muttered, “Hey, you sure you want to spend that much for lunch?”
Bakugo shot him a glare that could melt steel. “Shut the fuck up.” He hissed, “This is my boyfriend, not your lunch date.”
The buff guy, wisely, took a step back. Bakugo was a ticking time bomb right now, and if he didn’t win this, well, he might just blow the whole place to pieces.
“Sold!” The auctioneer slammed his gavel down with a finality that sent the crowd into applause. Bakugo, chest heaving with triumph, grinned like a maniac, sweat rolling down his forehead, but it was a grin of victory.
“I won.” Bakugo whispered to himself, still in disbelief.
The applause erupted around him, but Bakugo was already focused on the prize. He looked up at Kirishima, still smiling at him, arms crossed in that oh-so-familiar pose that made Bakugo’s heart skip. As the fanboys around him groaned and cursed, Bakugo couldn’t help but feel like he’d just won the world’s most important prize.
But Kirishima wasn’t making it easy. As Bakugo made his way to the stage, Kirishima’s grin widened, clearly amused by the madness unfolding. Bakugo was about to ascend to his boyfriend’s level, and Kirishima couldn’t resist teasing him.
“Damn, you really wanted this, huh?”
“I’m not letting anyone else take you out for lunch.” Bakugo growled, though it was more for show than anything else.
“You sure?” Kirishima teased, moving closer, his voice dropping low.
“I’ll outbid anyone who dares touch you.” Bakugo shot back with the same manic energy, his grip on his wallet tightening.
Kirishima leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper, “You know, I think you’re the one who’s gonna be on the menu.”
Bakugo’s face went so red. “I swear to...”
But Kirishima only laughed, patting him on the back as they made their way off the stage, the crowd still buzzing from the heated bidding war.
His heart was still racing from the excitement, but he wasn’t done. He’d won this, and now he was not letting Kirishima out of his sight.
“I can’t believe I had to fight for you like that.” Bakugo muttered, though the satisfaction in his voice made it clear he was more than happy with how things turned out.
“Hey, I’m worth the fight, right?”
Bakugo smirked back, but this time, his pride was more affectionate than cocky. “Yeah. You are.”
Extra
It was supposed to be just another regular patrol day for Dynamight and Red Riot. They were out, doing their usual rounds, keeping an eye on the streets, making sure everything was running smoothly. For the most part, it was just the two of them, occasionally stopping to handle small-time crooks or help out with minor incidents. Bakugo had no intention of slowing down, but Kirishima was always the one to strike up conversations with the people they passed. That was fine by him, just as long as he didn’t have to put up with too many unnecessary interruptions.
Then came that guy.
They were walking down the sidewalk when a nervous-looking man, probably in his early twenties, came up to them. He kept glancing over his shoulder as if making sure no one was watching him, and then, before either of them could even react, he pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his jacket pocket and handed it over to Bakugo, his hands shaking slightly.
Kirishima froze beside him, already knowing what was coming. Bakugo, on the other hand, didn’t even blink. He just looked down at the guy, waiting for whatever was going to happen next with that cocky, “I’m not impressed” look of his.
“Uh... Excuse me,” the guy stammered, holding the paper out like it was a precious secret he couldn’t let slip. “I just wanted to give you this.” His voice was shaky, and he avoided eye contact, clearly unsure of how to approach this moment.
Bakugo raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”
The guy’s face lit up like a Christmas tree, his confidence rising as he took a deep breath. “I just wanted to say that I admire you so much. You’re amazing, and, well, I think you’re incredible! So I, uh, I wrote this for you. It’s a letter. I hope you’ll read it. Please, take it.”
Bakugo smirked and took the letter, inspecting it like it was the most boring thing in the world. His gaze slid over to Kirishima, just in time to see his boyfriend standing there, jaw tight, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Yeah.” Bakugo said folding the letter in half with a bit too much drama before slipping it into his jacket pocket. He wasn’t even going to read it, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to thank the guy in some over-the-top way. “Thanks. Appreciate it.”
The guy’s expression faltered, looking like he couldn’t quite decide if Bakugo was serious or messing with him, but Bakugo was too busy turning back to Kirishima, already grinning like an asshole.
Kirishima, meanwhile, was plastering on that way too bright smile, the one Bakugo knew he used when he was trying to be polite to people but was clearly uncomfortable. It was kind of adorable, if it wasn’t making Bakugo feel like an even bigger jerk. But damn, he couldn’t help himself.
“That’s really nice of you.” Kirishima said, giving the guy a slap on the back that was a little too hearty, a little too forced. His eyes darted to Bakugo, and Bakugo could see him trying to hide his irritation, trying to keep his tone cheerful despite the obvious tightness around his mouth. “You’re a great guy, really, and, uh, I’m sure Dynamight here appreciates the gesture.”
Bakugo leaned in a little closer to the guy, giving him an exaggerated wink. “Yeah, sure. I’ll read it later.”
Kirishima’s forced smile started to falter, just a little, and Bakugo could see the little twitch in his jaw. He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore. It was cute. And funny. Bakugo could feel that familiar mischievous grin spreading across his face.
As they started walking again, Kirishima’s eyes flickered over to him, the tension still there, even though he tried to keep it casual. “Katsuki, let’s just keep going.”
Bakugo chuckled under his breath. He was loving this. Absolutely loving it.
“You alright, Red?” Bakugo asked, letting the teasing lilt in his voice. He caught the way Kirishima’s smile was still stuck there, but it was more of a grimace now than anything else. That little blush creeping onto his cheeks didn’t help either.
“I’m great.” He said through clenched teeth, trying to act like everything was fine, but Bakugo could hear the strain in his voice.
“Oh yeah? You don’t sound it.” Bakugo smirked, crossing his arms and stepping closer. “Sounds to me like someone’s got a case of jealousy.”
“I’m not jealous.” Kirishima replied, though it was clear he was fighting a losing battle. He shifted his feet like he was trying to shake the tension out, but it was pretty obvious that Bakugo had gotten under his skin. The guy had not liked that love letter. And Bakugo was loving it.
Bakugo leaned in even closer now, voice dropping to a near whisper. “You sure about that? ‘Cause you’re acting a little jealous to me. It’s hot, though. You’re hot when you’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous!” Kirishima whimpered, his voice way too high, and Bakugo couldn’t help but let out a low laugh.
“Sure you’re not, Ei.” Bakugo continued, his voice dripping with mock sympathy as his smirk stretched even wider. Kirishima’s face was practically glowing with embarrassment, but Bakugo could see the soft glimmer of affection in his eyes that was barely contained under the fluster.
Kirishima let out a frustrated sigh, clearly trying to come up with a response, but all that came out was another flustered “I’m really not!”
Bakugo chuckled darkly, enjoying every second of it. He leaned in, making sure to lower his voice just enough to tease, but still loud enough that Kirishima would hear every word. “C’mon, Ei. I don’t mind. You’re hot when you’re all worked up.”
Kirishima’s breath caught, his face going a shade of red that had Bakugo almost feeling guilty for teasing him this much. Almost. Kirishima kept his gaze on the ground, looking everywhere but at Bakugo, his hands stuffed in his pockets as if trying to hide the way his fingers were clenching and relaxing.
“You, ugh! You’re really something else, you know that?”
Bakugo couldn’t help himself. His grin shifted from teasing to something deeper, something smug. “Yeah, I know.” He reached up, cupping Kirishima’s jaw, tilting his head slightly to meet his eyes.
“You’re mine, Ei.” Bakugo murmured, “And I'm yours.”
Kirishima swallowed hard, but he didn’t pull away. He stared back at Bakugo with that vulnerable look in his eyes, and before he could think of anything else to say, Bakugo leaned forward.
The kiss was slow at first, and Bakugo’s lips pressed against Kirishima’s with a smug confidence, as if he was claiming what was already his. Kirishima let out a soft breath, and it melted any lingering teasing in Bakugo’s expression, leaving behind only the simple pleasure of having Kirishima close.
The moment lingered, but only for a heartbeat. Bakugo pulled back just enough to see Kirishima’s flushed face, still holding him with a satisfied grin on his own lips.
“You’re definitely mine.” Bakugo said again, his tone soft but also undeniably possessive.
Kirishima blinked, but when he met his gaze, the softness in his eyes was unmistakable. “Yeah, I am.”
They stood there for a second, not moving, just taking in the quiet moment between them before the sounds of the city began to pull them back into reality. Bakugo’s hand slid down Kirishima’s arm and into his hand, fingers lacing together as they started walking again.
Kirishima, still slightly flushed but now with a small, content smile on his face, stayed a little closer to Bakugo than usual.
And as they walked on, side by side, Bakugo couldn’t help but feel a quiet satisfaction in the way Kirishima’s presence felt like home, even amidst the busy streets. As for Kirishima? He stayed right there, circling close to Bakugo, just where he belonged.