"Our brat is back!"

"Oh katsuki-" Bakugo smiles as his dad comes around the corner, hugging him. He can't help it ok, he hasn't seen his parents since he left.

"Hey kiddo."

"How was America brat?" He grunts as his mom ruffles his hair, walking into the kitchen as she follows Masuru to the table. Bakugo slides his shoes off, and he stops as he realizes that the slippers that sit there for him are the same ones he'd used back in highschool. Hah.

"It was eh." Bakugo shrugs,"This shithole is better." He says, pulling the slippers on as they bring back fond memories, and follows his parents to the table.

"Should be, this is your home!" Mitsuki bellows, and honestly Bakugo can't find the will to yell back, having missed the occasional banter too much.

"Now, now dear." His dad says quietly,"Be kind. He just got home."

"And he ain't got nowhere to stay, do you?" She looks at the younger man, then she frowns, pouting some as she sets a pot of food on the table,"Since your ex-boyfriend took your apartment."

"It was his to begin with anyways." Bakugo mutters to himself more than anybody.

"Well he could've been a little more considerate considering that you lived together for a year and you had all of your shit in that place. I mean-"

"Mitsuki." Bakugo glances at his father as the old man frowns at her, giving her the "this is not the time" look. Bakugos gotten the same look from his dad many times. He knows when the old man means it too.

"Yeah yeah." The old hag mutters, and she picks at her food as the room falls silent.

"We really did miss you brat." She says after a few moments,"Couldn't stop thinkin' that maybe you'd end up getting killed over there or something... You're my only child after all."

"Yeah..." Bakugo mutters,"Missed you too..." He smirks,"I guess."

"Uh-! You little shit!" His mom half laughs as she bats him upside the head, making both of the men laugh. She growls, unable to stop the pull of her own lips.

He missed this.

"Uh- Kirishi-" He pants, slightly shaking fingers pressing to the other man's side.

He watches with lidded eyes as Kirishima's toned stomach muscles rip against him. The blond gasps quietly, back arching as he groans into the room.

Fuck-

Beep beep beep-

Bakugo's eyes open slowly, and he sighs as he realizes that he's had that stupid ass dream again. Great, now he'll have to take care of his dumb dick before anything else.

He sighs again...

He hates that dream, but he can't help but like it too.

"Hey Bakubro!"

Bakugo looks up from his new desk area. Oh its just shitty hair. He waves the other guy in, and Kirishima smiles brightly, walking in and popping his ass down in the chair infront of the blonds desk.

"How's work?"

"Annoying. You?"

"Same as always. Beat up some minor robbers, did the paper work... Mostly. And now I'm done for the day."

Bakugo takes in the un-uniformed attire. Ah, so Kirishima is leaving.

"Then you should get home." He says quietly, flipping through another page. God why does this agency want so much paper-fucking-work?

Oh yeah, Deku owns it. The stupid little bastard.

"Oh um actually..." The red head rubs his nape, making Bakugo look up and raise a brow,"I was wondering if you wanted to eat something. Its break time for you right?"

Bakugo considers this. He was just gonna stay in here and work on this dumb shit so maybe he could get an extra hour in the gym tonight but...

"Fuck, fine-" He stands, grabbing his jacket. It's windy today.

"Yes!" Kirishima pops up from his seat, jogging to follow him.

The lunch is nice, and Bakugo can't help but feel all too comfortable but tense at the same time.

His body is at ease, and he glances at Kirishima now and again to find the red head eating happily.

But his mind races like a horse, and he can't calm it down. He's having lunch with Kirishima again. As if nothing had happened between them.

He likes it.

"Hey can I ask you something?"

Bakugo swallows his drink slowly, glancing over to find a dumbass staring at him from a few seats away.

This bar is old, but its popular. But Bakugo knows the nights when its slow, and he likes to come in here while theres not a bunch of dumbasses to deal with.

"What?" He asks gruffly, staring at the muscled fucker. He's taller, bigger build too, but thats probably because Bakugo builds himself more for agility than strength.

"What's a good looking guy like you doing sitting all alone over here?"

Bakugo takes in the guy that's staring at him, looking at the dark hair and and olive skin. He has some freckles too. Hah, cute.

"Being lonely..." He says as he turns his body towards the other man, and the bigger guy seems to look him up and down.

"Well then..." The guy stands, walking over and sitting next to the blond,"Whats your name stranger..."

"...Suki." He answers. He can't give his identity away in a place like this or he'll never get to come back to his favorite gay bar.

"My name's Hiroshi..." He holds his hand out, and Bakugo shakes it, looking the other man up and down. He really isn't bad looking, he's actually kinda hot.

"Well then..." The man moves his chair closer, and Bakugo feels something curl in his stomach as their thighs touch,"I live just down the street... If you'd like?"

Bakugo swallows. He would like to, but he doesn't really wanna lose his fucking virginity to some damn stranger.

Yes, he's twenty one and still virgin. If you have a problem then kiss his ass. He wants to love someone before loosing his virginity, he ain't a playboy...

Usually.

"Fine. But no sex." Bakugo glares at him, and the man grins.

"Don't mind at all. I can do that..." Hiroshi grabs his hand, and Bakugo slugs down the last of his drink before promptly leaving with the other man.

"Oh fuck-"

Bakugo pants, choked moans falling past his lip as he comes. He breathes hard, looking up at the guy above him. Hiroshi stares down at him too, the other man panting and chest heaving.

Bakugo takes a deep breath then sighs, looking up at the ceiling. Thats better.

Yeah maybe they didn't have sex, but just having another person pressed up against you while you pleasure yourselves is better than being cold and alone.

"So..." Hiroshi flops to the side, taking a deep breath as he pulls his phone out to check the time before handing the blond some tissues,"Why were ya really there?"

"Why do you care?" Bakugo mutters, grunting as he stands to put his underwear on.

"Didn't say I did, sexy..." Hiroshi says and Bakugo silently curses that shit nickname,"I was just wonderin' cause its not like we'll see eachother again after this anyways..."

Bakugo looks at him, frowning some. This guy isn't a complete asshole, but he's chatty.

Annoying.

"I was bored." He says bluntly, shucking his jeans back on before sitting on the edge of the bed. He looks at the other man.

Hiroshi sighs,"I didn't know Suki could be a liar..."

"You hardly know me bastard." Bakugo feels his lips break into an unexpected smile as the other man laughs, still laying there in just his underwear.

"And you hardly know me..." Hiroshi rolls onto his stomach, looking up at the blond,"But I can tell you that I was there because I have no one to love and I'm a playboy..." He shrugs,"I dated one guy for two years and we fell out because he cheated, that was 5 years ago. I'm 25 years old."

Bakugo nods slowly, guess it his turn, even though he didn't ask the other man shit.

"My best friend was my boyfriend for a year, we lived together, and then he suddenly decided he wasn't gay anymore." He shrugs,"I moved to America for 3 years."

"Oh wow..." Hiroshi raises his brows,"Wow."

"Yeah..." Bakugo mutters under his breath and stands up.