Kirishima rushed home from work that Tuesday, eager to see Bakugou again. He dressed up a little before he left, still wanting to look good for this date. He was more excited than he had been in a while. A SECOND date with Bakugou?! He wondered what they were going to do.
The blond was waiting for him when he arrived, leaning against his motorbike in that dark leather jacket. He looked so hot like that. It made Kirishima feel weak.
"Hey! You're early this time!"
"Yeah. So what?" Bakugou scoffed.
"So you must have been excited." Kirishima winked.
"I just wanna get this over with."
"So, where are we going?"
"Right to the bedroom."
"Seriously? We're not gonna eat or go somewhere or-"
"I'm only here to make up for what I forgot to do last time."
"So, you're not gonna give me any foreplay?" Kirishima arced an eyebrow.
"I mean..."
"You're giving me another date or I'm not having sex with you."
Bakugou huffed. "Then I'll just go home."
"You can't!" Kirishima grabbed Bakugou's hand. "You're already here so you have to go on a date with me."
"Your logic is a mess."
"And yours isn't?"
"I don't even have plans made."
"Then I'll lead the way. Let's go eat. I'll pay."
Bakugou rolled his eyes, sitting back up on his bike. "Get on, loser."
Kirishima smiled brightly, hopping on the back and grabbing the spare helmet out of the compartment in the back.
"Where are we going?"
"You pick. I know you don't like fancy stuff so I'm not concerned about the price."
"There's a WcDonalds not far from here..."
"Yeah! Sounds great!"
With that, the roar of the bike motor filled the air and Bakugou started driving, Kirishima clinging to him tightly. 
They stopped at the fast food joint, Bakugou rolling into the parking lot with his usual swagger. When he took his helmet off, his hair was a mess.
But, like, a hot one.
"So how long have you been into motorbikes?" Kirishima asked, taking his own helmet off.
"As long as I remember. My mom used to be a Yankee when she was young so she always drove me around when I was a baby."
Kirishima gaped. "Really? That's so cool! Does she still ride?"
"Not since I started school. I inherited her old bike when I got my license so I've been driving it ever since."
"So manly..." Kirishima muttered.
"I mean...I guess. It was hot pink when I got it though. It needed a lot of body work."
"So you did it all yourself?"
"Pretty much."
"So cool!"
"You're not hard to impress."
"That's because you're impressive. What are you taking in college?"
"A bunch of legal stuff. Gonna be a cop probably."
Kirishima leaned against him as they walked into the "restaurant" and Bakugou didn't move away. He wanted to believe that the blond was finally warming up to this, but he doubted it. Bakugou would probably sneak off in the night the moment Kirishima fell asleep.
But at least he had his number now.