"You've never shaved your legs?"

"Fuck no. Why would I?" Bakugo grumbles, scrolling through the most recent hero news on the charts. He's slowly rising up in status. He's in at the top 25 now, he just has to get through 22 more to get into the top three like he used to be in Japan.

He's top 5 world wide, but his popularity rates shot down when he went to America and did a bunch of undercover shit which means he had to keep his helping secretive. Which sucks ass cause it shot his rates down but at the same time saving people's lives seemed a little more important.

"It itches the first time but after that its kinda nice to feel how smooth your legs are." Hiroshi mutters, sipping on his drink idly from where he leans on the couch next to the blond. Bakugo rolls his eyes, turning his head from the other mans shoulder to look up at him.

"I'm not shaving my damn legs if that's what the fuck youre implying."

Hiroshi chortles, lips still pressed around his soda straw,"No, no." He says, and glances at the blond before setting his drink aside and siddling down into the couch and grappling at the smaller mans shoulders as he drags him closer. Bakugo snarls at him as he spits insults.

"Hey..." Bakugo stops struggling as Hiroshi's voice comes out softly, and he looks at him, crimson eyes still squinted in a tight glare, but he's listening.

Hiroshi brings in a breath, and his arms squeeze around the blonds shoulders,"What is this?"

Bakugo blinks at him, and then he squints at him, face drawing into a confused look, his voice coming out in a breathy, choked laugh,"What?"

Hiroshi gives an uncomfortable look, and he smiles meekly as he glances away, a soft and obviously unnerved laugh leaving his lips,"I mean like... Are we just fucking around or like...?" He swallows.

Bakugo feels his chest start crashing in on itself, his heart ramming against his ribcage as they lock eyes again. He's stuck awkwardly beneath not only the other mans arms but his worried gaze too.

"I kinda... I kinda like hanging out with you and stuff so..." Hiroshi clears his throat and he groans, looking up at the ceiling,"Fuck, nevermind."

Bakugo is speechless. He never even considered that maybe what he has been doing with Hiroshi is kinda like dating. Hanging out on free days, meeting up at eachothers apartments and doing nothing but watch movies.

They've only messed around twice since the night Bakugo met him, and otherwise they've just been hanging out and talking about whatever stupid shit they find to talk about.

Bakugo brings in a breath and he shifts, laying his back against the other mans chest and staring at the ceiling too. His stomach swims as he feels nervous, and he reaches up, grabbing the arms around his chest tightly.

"What do you think this should be?" He murmurs, unable to say it loudly, unable to wrench his eyes from the white monotone ceiling.

Hiroshi shifts behind him, and Bakugo brings in a stuttered breath as a face shoves against his neck. He closes his eyes as the older mans big arms squeeze him close.

"I think I like you..." Tan hands rub his shoulders,"And um... I'm not sure if you feel the same or anything but I'd like to keep hanging out with you and stuff."

Bakugo brings in a deep breath. Its been three fucking years since the bullshit with Kirishima. He hasn't had anyone in so long and he's so fucking lonely being back in Japan. He got used to his life in america, and its not like any of his old friends have time to hang out with his grumpy ass anyways.

"I wouldn't mind that." He mutters gruffly, and turns his head towards the other man. Hiroshi gives him a soft smile, eyes low as he stares into Bakugo's.

"So like... Are we dating now or...?"

"I wouldn't say dating." Bakugo brings in a stuttered breath. Their faces are too close,"But this can be a thing."

"So no other people?" Hiroshi asks.

"I don't have any other people." Bakugo snorts against his lips,"Do you?"

"A couple..." The other man grunts as he shifts and Bakugo brings in a surprised breath as their lips conect for just a moment,"But you're the only one that I'm like this with."

"Fine." Bakugo takes a deep breath and glances away,"We'll do that... Open relationship shit."

"Friends with benefits?" Hiroshi asks,"And maybe dinner and coffee sometimes? And maybe some public hand holding."

"Fine." Bakugo feels his chest warm just a little bit, and he feels secure as those big arms wrap around his upper torso, holding him close as his lips are warmed. He hums as Hiroshi deepens the kiss, and his body reacts as if its slowly lighting on fire, tingling as hands slide down his chest and to his navel.

"Can we go to the bedroom my dear friend with benefits?"

Bakugo huffs, closing his eyes as he's rubbed through his pants. He grumbles and stands, grabbing the other man by his shirt and dragging him around the couch towards the bedroom,"Get your ass up."

Hiroshi laughs darkly as he stands and follows willingly.

"Hey Bakugo."

Kirishima feels his heart warm as he sees the blond back in his office. Bakugo glares at him in greeting, which is normal, so he walks in feeling completely invited.

"Wanna get lunch with me?" He asks, craving some time with the other man. Bakugo blinks at him slowly, and then he glances away. Kirishima can literally see him pretend to click on a link on his computer.

"I'm going with somebody else today. Maybe tomorrow."

Kirishima feels his chest squeeze and his eyes immediately wanna fill up with salt water. He brings in a deep breath to stop the sudden emotion from overflowing and he shifts his weight as he begins to feel awkward.

"Is it with that guy?"

Bakugo looks up at him, and his nervous eyes say yes but he says,"No."

Kirishima falters, and blinks,"Oh ok." He brings in a another breath before smiling,"Alright, seeya later then."

"Yeah." Bakugo mutters, and looks down at the desk. Kirishima feels himself pout and he forces his face to stop making an ugly look.

Grow up.

"Can I take a picture of you right now?"

Bakugo glances at at Hiroshi, and he frowns, mouth full as he stares at the camera as the other man holds it up with a smile.

He swallows, wiping at his mouth with a napkin,"No."

"But Bakugo you'd look good with the trees blooming behind you like this." Hiroshi holds the camera up, and Bakugo makes sure to glare at him angrily as he snaps a picture.

"C'mon Baku." Hiroshi sighs, moving the camera from his eye as he gives the blond a pleading look,"Please. You don't even have to do anything. Just... Look at that thing." Hiroshi points in some random direction at something and Bakugo looks to where he's pointing without thinking, mind momentarily distracted with seeing what the other man was pointing at.

And he hears the camera snap. His eyes go wide as he realizes his mistake, and in that moment he hears the camera snap again, probably getting a picture of his shocked look.

"You dirty bastard." He grumbles and Hiroshi just grins, snapping another picture as Bakugo gives him a mean grin.

"You're cute, Kat. Deal with it." Hiroshi murmurs softly, and snaps abother picture. Bakugo feels his cheeks warm, and he glares hard, looking down at his food as he takes another bite. Another snap of the camera.