"Hahaha! No, no, no! Sero you can't even say anything about me being drunk!" Kaminari cackles,"What about that one time as Ika's bar-"

"Oh shut the fuck up! Do not bring that up!" Sero says in a desperate voice, but smiles despite.

Bakugo frowns in an annoyed way at them. They're always so loud. And what's worse is that Mina just cackles along with them even louder.

The only one being silent tonight is Kirishima. The red head texts furiously on his phone, brows furrowed in tight annoyance. Bakugo watches him from the corner of his eye, sipping from his beer slowly. Kirishima sighs heavily and puts his phone away, lacing his fingers over his mouth as he stares pointedly at his beer. He grabs it slowly, ruby eyes dark looking and upset before he chugs half of it down like he's used to it.

Bakugo frowns, and reaches over, tapping the other mans shoulder. Kirishima looks at him, setting the beer down as he gives a fake smile. It doesn't even reach his eyes as he wipes at his mouth,"Yeah man?"

Bakugo growls out a quiet,"Slow down."

His friend blinks at him, and he slowly nods, eyes falling on the half drank beer sitting in front of him before pulling his hand off of the wet surface. He brings in a deep breath as he gives Bakugo a strained smile,"Thanks man."

Bakugo hums, and he glances over as the waiter walks back over to the table. He takes the chips they're offered and looks up to give the girl her tip since she's done such a good job putting up with his three drunk friends on the other side of the booth.

He looks up to see a chisled jaw and tan face, that dark under cut pulled back to frame a bright smile.

"Oh-" He blinks at Hiroshi and the other man giggles,"Hey."

"Hey!" He sets the sauce down next to the chips before leaning on the table,"Whatcha doing here?"

"I didn't know you worked tonight." Bakugo growls out. His heart starts beating hard in his chest as he hears his friends slowly quiet down. Their curious eyes look at him, and he sneers at them as they all grin and look back at Hiroshi.

"This is dumbasses favorite resturant." He nods his head towards Kaminari.

Hiroshi grins and looks to the other blond, dimples showing,"Oh yeah?"

"Yup!" Kami nods,"I've been coming to this place for a long time."

"Bakugo likes it here, too." Mina says in an overly cheerful voice, her eyes shining in a menacing way as she winks at Bakugo. Bakugo wants to reach across the table and strangle her.

"Yeah, I know."  Hiroshi leans on the table, looking at the crimson eyed boy with fond eyes. Bakugo brings in a deep stuttered breath as quietly as he can, glancing at Kirishima.

The red head gives a soft smile the whole time, but his eyes are strained, his muscles taught in his face as he clenches his jaw. His big hands are gripping tight at the beer mug again.

He looks back up at Hiroshi, immediately feeling some kind of anger boil up in him. Who the fuck does Kiirshima think he is getting upset about Hiroshi being here. Hiroshi is fucking working. All he did was come over to say hi. Kirishima needs to stop being a jealous fucking asshole.

He knows that he's being spiteful when he reaches under the table and tugs Hiroshi towards him by his pants Hiroshi moves forward as if he were expecting it, and so nobody notices that Bakugo was the one to do it.

He leans down as Bakugo glowers at him, and the blond desceretly hides his face from the others behind the other mans face.

"Let's go to mine after you're done, I'll wait here."

Hiroshi chuckles, and flinches when Bakugo kisses the side of his jaw before he moves away to reveal the blonds face again.

"Alright." He murmurs as he pulls back. The smirk he gives the blond makes Bakugo guts do something, and he has to look away at his beer before he pulls his normal glare back on. He's not fucking embarrassed.

He glances up at all of them as Hiroshi makes his way back towards the kitchen. They all gleam with excitement, eyes shiny with menacing intent.

He frowns at them,"What?"

"Is that the guy you've been seeing?" Mina inquires in a sly voice. The other two nod avidly.

"Fuck off." He grumbles as he sips his beer.

"That's a yes!" Mina says happily before grinning bigger,"How long? Since you got here?"

"No, fuck off. I just know him from this place."

He glances at Kirishima. The red head stares down at his drink silently, eyes set in a hard gaze, lips drawn tight. He looks absolutely pissed.

Good. Fuck him.

Mina whimpers,"You never tell us anything Bakugo."

"I don't need to tell you shit about myself or anybody I know outside of work. It's none of your business." He says sharply. As they all pout he sighs,"Just leave it alone, alright." He says with a little more sympathy for their dumbasses.

"Hey baby."

Bakugo looks up, eyes squinted against the light. His heads a little fuzzy, but not so bad thats he feels stupid. He huffs as his chest unclenches, watching as Hiroshi sits down next to him in the booth.

"You looked agitated earlier." Hiroshi says thoughtfully, and leans close, brushing a gentle thumb under the blonds eye,"Are you drunk?"

"No." Bakugo mumbles out, and leans into the hand on his cheek. He's been so annoyed with Kirishima lately. Why can't the red head just let him live his life.

"You lied through your teeth."

Bakugo furrows his brows, looking over at Kirishima. The red head stares at him with angry eyes, cheeks a deep, rosy red. The others have been gone for a while now, Kaminari and Sero heading home together to probably finish drinking whatever else they want, and Mina heading home to Tetsu to spend time with him.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He says sharply.

"You are dating that guy. And why can't you just tell them, its fucking obvious."

Bakugo stares at him, pure, unpresidented rage flooding into his veins. He gawks at Kirishima openly, a cruel smirk crawling on his face.

"I don't need to tell them anything I don't want to Kirishima. Its none of your guy's business who I'm dating and who I'm not dating." He scoffs, sipping on his own beer,"And we're not dating right now."

"Right now? So later?" Kirishima says in a sharp tone. Bakugo snarls low behind his teeth, glare appearing without preamble.

"Ya'know what Kirishima- fuck you." He shifts and looks away from him, staring into the danky yellow of the foamy beer between his fingers,"Just because you're closeted about us and what we had and you being gay and all thay shit, and just because you're scared to admit that you're jealous and that you're actually gay... Does not give you the right to fucking be an asshole to me." He brings in a deep breath, some kind of hurt making his chest clench,"You can pretend that I've done something wrong all you want," His chest hurts so bad,"But I haven't done shit wrong to you just because I'm trying to move on."

Kirishima is silent, and Bakugo glances at him to find the red head fuming at his beer, staring at the bubbly alcohol as if it had personally offened him.

Bakugo doesn't say a word though. He's not gonna sit here and take a drunk married man's bullshit to heart. This is just Kirishima being frustrated with himself and his marriage. Nothing more.

"You ok?" Hiroshi cups his face, and Bakugo huffs, blinking his eyes open to see the slight worry on the other man's face.

"Yeah. Just tired." He grumbles out, shifting his face from the gentle hold Hiroshi's hands offer.

He huffs, and stares at the top of the table, eyes tired. He's done with this tug and pull of his heart. He's tired of Kirishima being like this towards him when the red head was the one to push away in the first place.

Hiroshi smiles gently, and Bakugo flinches as lips brush his cheek,"Wanna go to my place instead? It's closer."

Bakugo brings in a long, deep breath, and he nods. Hiroshi chuckles, brushing a hand through his hair.

"You're such a kid sometimes..." He murmurs, and Bakugo gives a half hearted glower at the larger man,"C'mon. Lets go."

It's warm.

Bakugo huffs heavily as Hiroshi pushes him against the sheets, gentle hands brushing up his side's. Hiroshi brushes his bangs back, their cheeks flushed as their lips meet.

"How far are we going tonight?" The older man looks into his eyes softly, and Bakugo breathes in sharply as he's grinded into.

He could say that they're only going as far as they normally would. He could say he doesn't wanna do anything at all. He could say that he just wants to watch a movie.

But something deep down inside him makes him pull the other man closer, and their lips meet again, softer, slower, their breath gushing gently against eachothers faces.

Bakugo takes initiative, and he leans up closer, kissing his partners lips gently one more time before kissing his cheek, then his neck and shoulder.

"Kat." Hiroshi hums low in his throat as the blond mouths at his chest, and Bakugo feels his guts coil deep in his stomach, his whole body warm with something other than arousal. He's embarrassed, reaching down and rubbing Hiroshi through his pants.

"Bakugo..." Hiroshi reaches down, grabbing at his wrist,"Answer me please."

"I wanna go all the way." The blonds eyes flick up, crimson locking on sharp green eyes. Hiroshi's pupils dilate, cheeks red as he eyes the younger man.

"Are you sure...?" He murmurs, leaning down and pushing the blond back against the sheets again,"It'll hurt the first time..."

"I don't care." Bakugo whispers as they kiss again, and Hiroshi hums, breath heavy as their kiss deepens.

"I'll be careful... But you have to do what I say ok. And you have to be verbal..." Hiroshi's voice is husky, hands pressing Bakugo deeper into the bed as he pushes between the blonds thick thighs.

Bakugo brings in a deep stuttered breath, and he nods, reaching up and holding his partner just beneath his ribs.

The rest seems so quiet. Hiroshi is so gentle, kissing the blond as he removes both of their clothes. He whispers quiet praises to him as they touch eachother, warm hands roaming against even hotter bodies.

It's his first time letting someone else touch him this way, and while it is embarrassing, Hiroshi makes him feel secure beneath a loving gaze.

It does hurt, he'll admit. Not out loud of course, but Hiroshi stopped moving the moment he heard the blond give a sharp gasp of pain, and he leaned over to kiss his lips gently until Bakugo calmed down.

It was slow- which Bakugo didn't particularly want- but it was good. It felt weird certainly, but once they set a steady pace and comfortable speed, it was good.

Bakugo didn't know two people could feel this much pleasure together with the same movement at the same moment. He didn't know their gasps could coincide with every passing second.

It took forever to get prepared for it, and once it did start, neither of them lasted long. Bakugo was surprised when Hiroshi finished first, but he wasn't unsatisfied at all.

Although they didn't say much, Bakugo can say that his first time was good.

Everyone always says that the first time sucks, that the first time hurts and its painful. Everyone says that the first time will be the worst you'll ever have.

But his was good. It was nice to lay there afterwards and feel Hiroshi's fingers trail over his shoulder where his arm was wrapped. It was nice to lay his head against the larger mans chest and feel content after a long hour of tense muscles. Their awkward giggles of embarrassment as they softly kissed as their pleasure died down made him feel this sappy sense of happiness. It was nice to quietly make out before Hiroshi fell asleep from a long day of work.

Bakugo could only stare at him sleeping for a long time. He layed there, admiring the other mans face for quite a while, Hiroshi's chisled jaw and soft cheeks making his stomach swirl with emotions.

They just did that.

He closes his eyes for a moment, chest clenching tightly. He finally lost his virginity. Yeah it wasn't as made up as most people make it out to be, but it was comfortable, and warm, and that's all the blond really cares about.

He reaches forward as he opens his eyes, reaching those few, little inches between them and brushing the back of his fingers across his lovers cheek. Hiroshi hums in his sleep, tucking his face further into the pillow as his body shifts subtly closer to the explosive boy.

Bakugo's eyes fall on him gently, cupping Hiroshi's tan face between his fingers as he leans forward and kisses his stationary lips. He shifts in the bed, chest still clenched so tight that he can hardly breath, and it just seems to get worse as he stands and pulls on his boxers.

He slowly makes his way through his apartment, and feels charmed by the clean area. Hiroshi is a pretty clean dude, and Bakugo is thankful for that. He doesn't have to clean up after the fucker when he comes over to his apartment.

As you step out into the hallway, theres a bathroom right infront of you from Hiroshi's door, and then at the end of the hall is another room.

He makes his way to the other bedroom, pushing the cracked door open. In here is a blank bed- no sheets or anything- a single person closet, and a sliding door onto a balcony. The walls are vacant, and the only other thing on the floor besides the bed frames legs are a few boxes of collectables and possesions that Hiroshi has from his childhood home.

Bakugo makes his way to the balcony, pushing the door back with a soft sound. He takes a step outside, and it's a little chilly, but it feels nice on his rather sweaty skin.

The lights shine on the buildings out from where he stands, gleaming beautifully. He sighs heavily, leaning against the railing and looking down at the world below. Cars move slowly down the street, and something about the cool air blowing around him from his right brings his mind to a sudden stop.

He closes his eyes, and listens to the wind blow, the cars below not making a sound since there's no traffic this late at night to beep at.

His chest hurts, clenched tighter still. He brings in a long, deep breath, and opens his eyes again.

He's not sure why or how, but his eyes begin to water. It feels like the biting air is beginning to make them sting, and he blinks slowly as the deep burn under them makes him breathe in slow.

He doesn't cry. He doesn't. But his chest doesn't hurt anymore as his eyes leak from the frigid air.