A/N: First order of business! Hi! Welcome! Second order of business, happy birthday to the amazing Katsuki Bakugou! Third order of business! Actor AU! Fourth order of business, fuck, I'm gonna mess up and forget to do this so much, holy shit. Fifth order of business! Let's start!

Bakugou's POV

"Oi! Bakugou!" The director, Mr. Yamada, came into my dressing room as the makeup chick left. "Show starts in five!"

"Thank you, five," I muttered, checking how I looked in the mirror.

I didn't look like hot trash, so that's good.

Guess Uraraka didn't do too bad.

"So, are you guys going to do anything tonight?" Mr. Yamada asked.

Rolling my eyes, I looked away from him and muttered, "Maybe,"

"You'll do great!" Mr. Yamada said, patting my shoulder twice before leaving. "KIRISHIMA! SHOW STARTS IN FIVE!"

Damn, he's loud.

I flattened my purple V-neck and made sure the flip phone was in my shorts pockets somewhere.

I was ready for the show, so I went over to Kirishima's dressing room and knocked.

The door was unlocked.

"Come on, you can do this," I heard Kirishima say from inside his dressing room. "Don't get yourself down. You got this. Pace yourself, pace yourself,"

He started laughing and I walked in.

The red-head had his hands firmly planted on his vanity, in full costume and makeup.

The newsboy cap covered up his hair, which was down for once. A red button was tucked into a pair of jeans.

Kirishima turned to me, eyes wide.

"Oh! Bakubro! Hey!" He laughed nervously. "What's up?"

"I should be asking you that," I said, walking over to him and flicking his shoulder. "You okay?"

"Yup! Dandy!" Kirishima said, his face showing he was in fact not dandy.

"You'll do great. Now, c'mon. Yamada's gonna call places any second," I said, grabbing Kirishima's wrist.

"Right... right, he will," Kirishima muttered.

Sero, our tech and lights dude, gave us both pats on the back before going toward the lighting booth.

"Okay, remember, scare the shit out of Icy Hot, got it?"

"Shut up," Kirishima said with a laugh and a groan.

We could hear Yamada yell places.

It was about time.

Icy Hot practically appeared out of thin air next to us, pulling the bandana over his mouth and shaking the water filled spray paint can.

The damn nerd adjusted his backward cap, shaking in his boots.

Fucking nerd.

Jirou was wiping her hands on her jeans, which reminded me that I still had Kirishima's wrist in my hand.

I let go and heard Ponytail laugh at something.

The lights went down in the house, and Pinky squealed quietly.

It's time.

Icy Hot went out onto the stage on his cue, and we waited until Kirishima had to run out.

"YO! THAT'S MY WALL!"

He went out and made Icy Hot leave, ending up in the left wing, where only a few extras and other people stood.

"Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day. I wake up, and I got this little punk I gotta chase away. Pop the grate at the crack of dawn, sing while wipe down the awning. Hey y'all, g'morning,"

Any fear Kirishima may have had sounded as though it vanished as he said his lines.

"ICE COLD PIRAGUAS!"

There was Dunce Face.

"Parcha! China! Cherry! Strawberry! And just for today, I got mamey!"

◇◇◇

"Yo, did Victor show up yet?" I heard Jirou ask Kirishima.

(A/N: Just roll with any name changes I make. They're garbage, I know. Just stick with me here.)

My cue was soon.

"Shut up!"

"Hey, little homie, don't get so upset!" Jirou laughed.

"Man...."

"Tell the bastard how ya feel, buy the guy a meal, on the real,"

I whipped out the flip phone with shaky hands, ready to bust on the scene like the asshole I am.

"Or you ain't got no skills,"

"Noooooo," I entered in through stage center.

And holy shit, there's so many people.

"No no nooooo! No no no nonono. No nonono. Nononononononononono!"

My first lines are so damn eloquent.

I sauntered over to stage left, still holding the phone up to my ear.

"Mr. Johnson, I got the security deposit. It's locked in a box at the bottom of my closet. It's not reflected in my bank statement, but I've been saving to make a down payment and pay rent,"

Fucking hell, my voice doesn't fit this character at fucking all.

I froze after saying those lines, because I was supposed to as Jirou said, "Here's your chance! Ask him out right now!"

"I'll see ya later, we can look at that lease," I finished, shutting the flip phone.

"Do something! Make your move, don't freeze!" Jirou said.

"Hey!"

I turned around to see Kirishima stumbling toward me with a dopey grin on his face.

"You owe me a bottle of cold champagne!"

"Are you moving?"

"Just a little credit check, and I'm on that downtown train," I walked past him toward the entrance to the right wing, which was disguised as a salon.

"Well, you're coffee's on the house,"

"Okay,"

"Usnavi, ask him out!" Jirou said.

"N-no way!" The fucking nerd stammered.

"I'll see ya later, so...." I gave a wink at Kirishima, which was not something we had practiced at all.

"Ooh, smooth operator!" Jirou said, which was her line. "Aw, damn, there he goes!"

◇◇◇

By "Benny's Dispatch", him and I were both in the wings, drinking our waters.

"What was the wink?" Kirishima whispered to me.

"Improv," I joked.

"Improv?! Are you fucking kidding me?!" Kirishima hissed at me.

"Listen, we've gotta song soon," I said, capping my water. "Seeya soon, Usnavi,"

I pecked him on the top of his head and walked out onto the stage.

◇◇◇

"Aye, Usnavi! Help! S.O.S!" I yelled as Icy Hot and his fucking extras surrounded me.

Kirishima scared the thugs away with a... a fucking paper towel roll.

I am such a moronsexual, fuck.

"Good morning, Victor," Kirishima said, walking up to me. "If it isn't the prettiest boy in the place,"

"You've got some schmutz on your face," I said, licking my thumb and wiping it across his face, even going across his lips.

Kirishima leaned into my touch, knees buckling a bit.

"Good morning!" The damn nerd broke the nice moment, making me roll my eyes. "Good morning! Victor!"

"Victor!" Kirishima muttered, his face growing pink.

"Victor!" Him and the nerd repeated in unison.

"VICTOR!"

That was Pinky.

"I'm thirsty, coño!" Pinky said.

"Can I get a Pepsi and some packing tape?" I asked with a sigh, walking over to where the damn nerd was.

"My... my cousin over there, with his tongue hanging out... has been meaning to ask you...." the nerd trailed off.

"Yes?"

"What a man, such as yourself... might be doing tonight," the nerd finished.

"Does your cousin dance?" I asked, leaning over his counter.

"Like a drunk Chita Rivera!"

"Okay," I said, standing up. "After Nina's dinner,"

I turned around to see Kirishima standing behind me.

"We can hit a few clubs and check out the fireworks," I said, walking past him and pecking his cheek.

I sauntered into the fake salon ended up in the wings, turned off my mic and silently celebrated.

This is going fucking fantastically.

◇◇◇

"Victor!" Everyone yelled.

"Damn, this is nice!" Kirishima said as we "walked into the club" for the next scene. "I really like what they've done with the lights. So, the hot club in Washington Heights... you might be right, this music's tight! Yo, did I mention that you look great tonight? Because you do, you really--"

"Usnavi, relax!" I laughed.

"Relax, qué relaxed? I'm relaxed!" Kirishima defended, pouting a little bit.

"Wepa! Victor!"

"So, you've been here before!" Kirishima muttered, pulling his hat off and keeping it in his hands. "I don't go out, I get so busy with the store,"

Kirishima was wringing the hat in his fingers, sighing with a small grin.

"Y cada día, it's a brand new chore. My arms are sore, no time for the dance floor. But maybe you and me should hang out some more. I'm such a dork, but I--"

"Let's go get a drink," I smirked, putting an arm around him.

"S-something sweet?" Kirishima asked, his face lighting up.

"You know me," I winked putting my lips up to his ear. "A little bit of cinnamon,"

Kirishima went off to get me a drink as I started dancing with some random extra.

I always fucking hated that.

I'd rather not fucking dance with a fucking extra. I just wanna dance Kirishima.

But no.

I have to dance with a twink.

And then a twink has to hit on me.

Favorite fucking part of the show.

So, while the twink is hitting on me, I make myself seem like I'm actually into him.

Kirishima's face held a look of cracked composure, but his eyes held fury.

Okay, next part of the plan was a success.

◇◇◇

We've entered Act 2 a while ago, and we were in the middle of Carnaval Del Barrio.

And bitch, Kirishima was about to say a line that makes me weak at the knees.

"Victor, forget about what coulda been, Kirishima said, coming up to me and taking my hands in his. "Dance with me one last night in the hood again,"

I felt myself beginning to burn up as he put a hand on my waist and the other one by his head.

This caused me to short circuit.

In our practices, he always puts his hand on my hip, never my waist.

So what the hell is he doing?!

"Wepa!~"

I saw Pinky wink at Kirishima, who winked back.

Oh, so this is how it's gonna go down then. Fine. That's cool. Have it your way, Eijirou.

I pressed myself up against him a bit further, our bodies touching almost entirely.

Heat was radiating off of Kirishima as his face began to redden.

Hell, he even bit his lip and looked to the side.

Oh my fuck, this man is such a bottom.

Which is what I thought until he brought us behind the crowd while we danced, moving a hand down to my ass and squeezing quickly before moving his hand back to my waist.

I glared at him, scoffing lightly and looking away.

We aren't fucking done here.

◇◇◇

"I'm home!" Kirishima said the show's last lines with a grin on his face and tears in his eyes.

The crowd cheered and clapped, a huge chunk of them standing.

We all stood together, linking hands and bowed three times.

I was holding Kirishima and Dunce Face's hands during the bows, and I bet you I was clamming up.

Tonight's the night.

When we came up after our third bow, I let go of Dunce Face, grabbed Kirishima's face and placed my lips on his.

Please don't pull back. Please don't pull back.

The boy who was stiff behind my lips suddenly melted, like ice being thrown into boiling water.

Oh hell yes!

I put his hands on my waist before moving my arms around his neck.

The kiss wasn't anything super messy or spicy. Just lips moving against lips.

He started rubbing small circles into my hip before pulling back.

We both turned off our mics so we could talk.

"We are so finishing this after the show,"

"Agreed,"

A/N: I know this isn't the exact prompt, but I decided to chuck it in the fuck-it bucket and move on. So yeah! Hope you liked this! I'll see you guys tomorrow! Stay safe and healthy! - Septic / Spark