Kirishima's POV

"Kirishima!"

"Wh-- oof!" I turn, only to be tackled to the ground by a hug from a pink haired girl.

"Kirishima!" Mina yelled again with a grin. "Guess what I did!"

"Knocked the fucking air out of me and broke a rib?" I offered, making Mina roll her eyes.

"No, silly!" she got off of me, standing up and dusting off her bright pink poodle skirt. "I got the gang some tickets for that movie coming out tonight!"

"Which one is that?" I asked, arching a brow as I stood up.

"Gosh, you're an actual mess," Mina socked me in the arm pretty hard.

Which is slightly shocking, due to the fact I had my leather on.

"What the hell?!"

"The Maze ringing any bells?" Mina asked, giving me a grin.

"Oh, seriously? You wanna sit through a horror movie?" I asked, placing a hand on my hip.

"Yes. I wanna hear Denki scream though. And Bakugou,"

That made me laugh.

"Bakugou? A tuff dude like him? Afraid of a horror movie? Please! He doesn't even flinch when a gun goes off!"

"Let me imagine it!" she pouted.

"Alright, sure," I rolled my eyes. "When we goin'?"

"Let's say... 22:15! Here, lemme find your ticket!"

Digging into her jacket pocket, I dug into my own, pulling out a box of cigs.

"Want one?" I offered.

"Not right now," she mumbled, pulling out the five tickets.

Looking through them oddly carefully, she handed me one of the tickets with a smirk.

"What's wrong with Pinky's face?" a husky voice said, directly in my right ear.

Swallowing a squeak, I turned around to see Katsuki Bakugou, a cigarette hanging from his lips.

"And what's wrong with your pink face?" he asked, lightly elbowing me. "Do I got a cute chick behind me or something?"

No. The cute one is right in front of me.

"I got us tickets to that new horror movie comin' out tonight!" Mina said as Bakugou took a drag from his cigarette.

His eyes widened and he seemingly choked on the smoke for a second.

"What?" he asked between coughs. "You're kidding!"

"Nah, man!" Mina grinned. "Here!"

Bakugou took the ticket, examining it, and pocketed it. "It's gonna be fucking stupid,"

"Well, it's got good reviews," I said, giving him a grin.

Bakugou rolled his eyes.

"Anyone got the time?" I asked.

"15:02. Why? Got a date?" Bakugou asked, grinning at me.

"Ah, shit! Nope! Got a job!" I said, my face beginning to burn. "Seeya later!" I said, beginning to run down the street.

Shit. I hope Mr. Ukai doesn't bite my head off.

•••

"On it, sorry sir!" I said, placing my jacket in one of the bins in front of the changing rooms.

This uniform is... less than ideal, honestly. But Mr. Ukai says that "less clothes means more money".

"Load of shit if you ask me," I mumbled, tying the roller skates' laces.

I don't care if that's what the paper says, it's still stupid to be skating around in high socks, short shorts, and button up shirts.

I look like I just rolled out of bed with zero fucks to give.

Nonetheless, I unbuttoned the shirt I was provided. It was way too fucking hot for me to even keep this shirt on.

"Alright, off I go," I mumbled.

Skating around from car to car, it was usually high school couples on dates after school. So the orders were easy to jot down, and even easier to carry.

Thankfully, this car hop doesn't have a lot of people from my school here, so I didn't have to worry about my dignity being shattered.

"What can I getcha?" I asked a girl after I rolled up to her car.

"Your number, maybe?" she giggled, twirling a piece of hair around her finger.

Ooh boy.

Now, this is my least favorite part of my job.

My closeted ass can't say jack shit to girls, like I'm not interested or I don't like girls.

Nope.

So I've just gotta flirt back until they leave.

Thankfully, I'm not the heartbreaker of the staff.

Out of the male staff, it'd have to be Oikawa.

He's practically got a fanbase.

Though, I have a sneaking suspicion that the Iwaizumi dude who comes here every weekend is the one who catches Oikawa's eye.

As for females, definitely Kiyoko.

Quiet, smart and sweet is what most guys seem to think is perfect for a housewife.

However, our coworker, Yachi, is working up the courage to ask Kiyoko out.

"Shoot, baby, we'll see," I said with a wink and a smirk. "I mean, don't need the house blowin' up with constant calls, y'know? But I can getcha something to eat,"

"Could I get a basket of fries and a lemonade?"

"Gotcha, sweetheart," I gave her onw last wink and left, sighing once I was inside the building.

"ORDER UP!"

A plate with four shakes and three fry baskets was put up on the window.

"Trade ya?"

I took the platter and skating out to the car the order ticket said.

"Yellow car with two blonds? Descriptive," I scoffed.

Looking around, I saw a yellow car with a black lightning streak on it.

I blanched.

Oh fuck no.

"Everything okay, Kirishima-kun?"

I turned to see Kiyoko.

"My friends don't know I have a job here, and I've got their order,"

"You'll be okay," she said, lightly patting my shoulder. "They won't care,"

I gulped and nodded, thanking Kiyoko before skating over to the car.

"Four shakes and some fries?"

"Holy shit, Kiri?!" Denki gawked.

Hanta burst out laughing as Mina let out a giggle.

Well, we're already off to a swell start.

"So this is the job you never told us about?!" Denki asked before laughing. "Man, I'd love to take a picture of this!"

"Bold of you to say that to your waiter," I mumbled.

"Oi, can it, dumbasses!" Bakugou growled, smacking Denki and Hanta upside the head. "You look nice, Shitty Hair,"

That almost made me drop my fucking platter.

He's gotta be joking, right?

"Th-thanks," I murmured, before giving everyone their food and shakes. "I'll come check on y'all later,"

Skating back into the building, I slid down against the wall, hiding my face behind my platter.

"Whoa, you okay?"

I looked up and saw Oikawa with an empty platter.

"Just panicking is all, no big," I sighed as he sat down beside me.

"What about? Customer overstep your boundaries again?" Oikawa asked.

"Nah. Just got flustered,"

"Hm? Someone catch your eye?"

"You could say that," I mumbled.

Oikawa looked like he was debating on whether or not to say something for once before he sighed.

"Who is he?" he whispered.

It took all my power not to scream.

"How'd you...?" I said, voice barely over a whisper.

"Sorta obvious, with the way you act toward female customers," he whispered back. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm in the same boat,"

"It's that Iwaizumi guy, right?"

"Can you blame me?" He asked.

"Nah, I don't think I can," I laughed.

"Welp, now you know who I'm panicking over. What about you?"

"See the yellow convertible with the two blonds?"

After a quick peek, Oikawa nodded.

"The ash blond," I confirmed.

"Ooh, hot and dangerous is your type?" Oikawa asked with a smirk.

"Says you!" I said, standing up and offering Oikawa my hand. "But I'm also going to a movie with him and the rest of the group, so I kinda wanna ask him out, but he talks about girls alot, so I dunno,"

"I say go for it," Oikawa shrugged. "You're a charmer,"

"Thanks, man," I sighed. "But genuinely, thank you,"

"Right back at you, Eijirou-chan," Oikawa lightly pat my head as two orders appeared.

•••

"Where the hell is everyone else?" I asked, arriving at the meetup spot to only see Bakugou.

"Beats me. Glad you're here on time," he looked me up and down, and grinned again. "You look nice, Shitty Hair,"

I mentally scoffed.

"Sorry about earlier, by the way," I sheepishly rubbed the back of my neck. "You guys didn't need to see me like that,"

"No big," Bakugou shrugged. "Plus, it gives me all the more reason to come back, if I get to see ya like that,"

I flushed and my heart felt like it stopped, skipped a beat, and sped up all at once.

"Huh?"

"Did I stutter?"

"Uhh... wh... eh?"

"You get that flustered because I say you look good? What, you like me or something?"

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

"Uhhh..."

Okay, just do it now. You can ditch the movie in case it s bad and say you're sick.

"I d--" "I was fucking kidding," Bakugou laughed at me. "God, you look like I just stabbed your dad,"

Don't have one, but cool.

"Uh, I have a serious question for you, dude," I mumbled, fiddling with my fingers.

"What's up, Kirishima?"

Bakugou lost his usual cocky smirk and confident persona, showing concern.

"What are your thoughts on homos?"

Could I have phrased that any more awkwardly?!

"Huh?"

"Like... what are your thoughts?"

He looked around carefully before leaning in.

"I personally think they're fine. 'Specially you,"

I flushed bright pink.

"WHAT?!"

"What, am I wrong?"

His cocky attitude returned.

"You're too thick to be straight, I'm just saying," he mumbled before taking a puff from his cigarette.

"Says you!" I blurted out.

Jesus fucking christ.

Fuck me sideways and call me 1929, because I've been thrown into a great depression.

Bakugou barked out a laugh.

"Why thank you, I try,"

I am malfunctioning worse than my damn wardrobe.

"Hey, what's Kirishima's deal?"

"N-nothing! Let's just go!"

•••

Another jump scare, a tighter grip.

And I defended his dumb ass and everything, saying he wouldn't jump.

"Psst, Kiri,"

I looked a little down the aisle to see Mina.

"Denki, Hanta and I are gonna go get some more snacks. Want anything?"

"I'm okay. Bakugou?"

"Tch, no," he mumbled.

The three left, and it was just Bakugou and I, in the back row of the theater.

"Bakugou, this has been driving me crazy for so long," I mumbled, placing the 3-D glasses on my head. "Can I kiss you, please?"

"You comfortable with that?"

"Sure as hell," I grinned, placing a finger under his chin.

"Kiss me, Shitty Hair,"

A/N: Very happy with this one! I think this one was a cute prompt, so I went with a 1950's sorta thing. I actually love the idea of Carhop Waiter! Kiri and Greaser! Bakugou. Makes me happy. Anywho, that's all. Seeya tomorrow! Stay safe and healthy! - Septic / Spark