Bakugou's POV

Bakugou was fucking hyped and that's not something that happens often, but a day of success after working his ass off filled him to the brim with pride.

All of the needed recordings were done, some of the editing was already being finished up, the band had finished the music for his soundtrack, and they had already had the movie premiere information completed.

Bakugou couldn't help but to wanna brag so he decided to go to the one person that would listen to him without being a dick, which was the king of idiots; Kirishima.

Bakugou was already at the agreed meeting spot, about ten minutes early and of course, Kirishima was about ten minutes late. "Bro you know I always show up late. You should start letting me have a head start." Kirishima said with a pout as he slumped down in one of the chairs at the small local cafe.

"Yeah? And what's your excuse this time eh?" Bakugou crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, amused.

"I'm actually glad you asked-!"

"And I'm regretting it."

Kirishima let out a small laugh before continuing, "Cars actually cause really bad pollution, so I decided to walk. It was actually really nice and I got to pet so many cute dogs!"

"Fucking lovely. Since when do you care about pollution?"

"Uh ever since I heard of it, bro! It's gotten really bad and-"

Bakugou put his hand up and interrupted him. "Please shut up, this is fucking boring."

"Ah but it's important to know... Oh! I almost forgot!" Kirishima pulled out his key-chain and took something off before sliding it across the table.

"The fuck is this?" Bakugou picked up the small orange case and raised an eyebrow as he glared at it.

"Well that's a case, but inside of it," Kirishima reached over and opened it. ", is a metal straw! Cause plastic is also really bad!"

Bakugou rolled his eyes and stood up. "Whatever, I'm gonna go fuckin order something."

"Hey, I'll pay since I was late," Kirishima said with his usual blinding smile before standing up as well.

"Fuck off, you're always trying to pay for shit."

"Yeah, well it's nice to do so." Kirishima followed him to the front of the cafe while glancing around a bit.

"Shut up, you're not paying for me. I already fucking owe you."

"But bro-"

"I said shut up shitty hair."

"Rude."

It was silent after that, so Bakugou decided to read through the giant ass menu that was over the cash register. He wondered why everyone liked the stuff so fucking sweet, but his face almost lit up when he saw 'Spicy Mocha Latte' written on the board.

Fuck yeah, he was ordering that.

Kirishima almost aggressively bumped into him and pointed up at one of the items. "Dude a drink that tastes like key lime pie!"

Bakugo let out an annoyed grunt but looked up at the drink anyways. "Looks gross."

"Aw, come on, can't make any judgments before trying it. Ima get it." Kirishima lightly elbowed his side before walking up to the register with him.

They both placed their orders and that's when Bakugou wanted to fucking punch something. He stuck his hand into every fucking pocket he had and realized he had probably left his damn wallet at home.

Kirishima let out a chuckle before paying for the both of them which received a death glare from Bakugou. "Seems destiny just isn't on your said, huh?"

"Don't test me, I'll wipe that ugly ass smirk right off of your face."

"You don't think my smirk is ugly."

"Yes, I fucking do, you walking broomstick!"

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After enjoying their drinks, with Kirishima forcing Bakugou to try his, Bakugou had decided to drive the idiot back to his home and it was then that Bakugou realized he's never been to his house before.

He followed the directions the other gave him until they pulled up to a surprisingly simple home with a security gate around it.

Kirishima typed in the password for the gate to open up, allowing Bakugou to drive the motorcycle into the driveway. "Your house is shitty."

"Thanks for the compliment Mr. Penthouse," Kirishima said as he got off the motorcycle while Bakugou turned it off.

"Again, shut up."

"Anyways I got a pool in my backyard so I was thinking of having a pool party or something. Especially since we've all been busy, it'd be a nice little getaway type thing."

Bakugou rolled his eyes for probably the millionth time as he took the keys out of his motorbike and followed Kirishima into the house. "Yeah and then you'd try and get me to help you clean the disgusting ass mess that gets left after."

Kirishima hummed with a smile. "True, but it'd be fun as long as I wasn't cleaning alone."

"Whatever, dipshit." Bakugou closed the door after they had walked inside and he began glancing around the living room.

"Oh before I forget." Kirishima reached around in his pockets before pulling something out and handing it towards Bakugou. "Here's your wallet."

"You motherfucker!" The blonde grabbed his wallet and punched the other's chest, causing him to step back a bit.

Kirishima laughed and lightly pushed the other back. "Come on man, are you really that surprised?"

Bakugou glared and walked over to the couch to sit down. "I'm annoyed. I'd prefer to not be stuck in your fucking debt."

"Bro, you're not in my debt, It's not like I expect anything in return." Kirishima smiled wide and sat next to him on the couch. "Anyways, how's the movie coming along? Any progress?"

"Hell fucking yeah I've made progress. The movie will be out in almost a month." Bakugou smirked a little, he's been wanting to talk about the movie all day.

"Ah, dude that's awesome! I'm actually really damn excited to see it." Kirishima tossed the TV remote back and forth in his hands before turning it on. "Is there any part that you're really looking forward to seeing?"

Bakugou watched as the TV switched on and shrugged his shoulders. "All of it, I fucking guess. Every scene took an ass ton of hard work, so if the movie doesn't look perfect I'll kill everyone."

Kirishima snorted and put on a random movie. "I don't think someone like you would be able to kill someone."

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" Bakugou scowled.

"It means behind that menacing death glare," He pointed at the others face, "is like wrapping paper to hide the big soft heart inside of you!" He said before using both of his hands and forming Bakugou's cheeks into a smile.

Bakugou immediately grabbed onto the other's hands and attempted pulling them away. "Let the fuck go of me shitty hair or I will kill you!"

Kirishima just laughed and continued to squeeze his cheeks. "Look how squishy you are! I can't believe I've never noticed!"

"Kirishima don't test me!" Bakugou growled out, but fuck he was blushing way too much for this dumbshit.

"Whatcha gonna do about it?" Kirishima challenged, continuing to pinch his cheeks. Bakugou, in response, shoved his palm in Kirishima's face and tried pushing him away.

"Alright alright! 'M sorry you're just so irresistible." The redhead let out a few more laughs and pulled away, but Bakugou could see the light blush over the other's face. Whether it was because cause of mutual feelings or just because he was laughing, it was still very visible to Bakugo.

"And you're fucking annoying."

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Kirishima's POV

Both Kirishima and Bakugou had begun watching a movie, which just turned into Bakugou screaming at the main character while Kirishima just laughed and told Bakugou that the character couldn't hear him in the first place.

Sadly, Bakugou did end up having to leave and Kirishima was a bit sad about it. "Let me open up the gate for ya." Kirishima lightly groaned out and stood up from the couch, heading over to his front door.

Bakugou opened the door as Kirishima typed in the passcode, but stopped and began reaching in his pockets. Kirishima raised an eyebrow and slightly jumped when Bakugou aggressively handed something out towards him.

Kirishima glanced at the few papers before grabbing them, "Er, what are these?"

"They're for the fuckin' movie premiere, dumbass." Bakugou turned away and walked out the door as Kirishima looked down at the premier tickets.

"Uh wait," Kirishima gave the other a confused look. "There's only three."

"Fucking obviously. I know how to count." Bakugo scoffed out, grabbing his helmet and getting on his motorcycle.

Kirishima snorted and shook his head. "No dude, there's four of us."

"Okay, and?"

Kirishima blinked a few times, obviously lost in this conversation. Bakugou let out a groan and started the motor. "Those tickets are for you stupid fucking friends."

"Oh."

"And you're coming with me, shitface."

"Oh..... wait-"

Bakugou put his helmet on and began driving out of the driveway.

"Hey! Bakugou! Hang on a second!"

"See ya, shitty hair!"

"Wait!"

Bakugo ignored him and continued to drive out of the neighborhood, leaving Kirishima in utter disarray.

"Again?" Kirishima breathed out with a small smile and stood there for a little while until walking back into his house. He made sure to close the gate back up and made his way back to the living room.

He glanced at the coffee table only to find a few dollars and the receipt from the cafe with 'bitch' written across it and if Kirishima wasn't crushing earlier, then he was now.

He lightly smiled before setting the tickets down next to the money.

'I am so fucked.'

[Author's Note]

Short wack chapter to keep this story flowing

The story will end soon tho

Everyone go appreciate itybity and idkwhatsleepis for dealing w my dumbass.
They fix my mistakes so i dont have to ;3