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"Damn you, hair." Katsuki cursed as he tried to brush his wet, blonde locks out. All was going well before, he combed through his hair without issue, but this tangle he was currently dealing with had to get in the way. He easily could have just ignored it and went on with his day without a problem, but this imperfection would mess with his head know that it was there. And the fact that he considered having clean hair was just part of basic hygiene. With one harsh tug using the brush in his hand, he got the tangle untwisted from his damp hair. Just like in everything else he did, he always succeeded.
Entering his bedroom down the hall from the bathroom he just left, he had to figure what the hell he was going to wear to this damn thing.
It being spring right now, the weather was pretty fair right now during the day but would get a little cooler at night which is when he plans to leave to head to the bar. But it wouldn't be terribly so that he would need to bring a heavy jacket. It would probably be packed there granted it was a Friday night. Full of drunk, sweaty, horny people and strong thick scents of Alphas', Betas', Omegas', and species of all kind animals that all didn't know what scent blockers were and the additional small of alcohol as well. Meaning it would be hot and revolting smells. It honestly sounded terrible now that he thought about it if he were to go alone he would be miserable. But he wasn't going to, but sometimes he would, whether it would be to just have a drink yet not be by himself on his couch or he was flat out looking for a one night stand. He's done both, the second numerous amounts of times. What could he say it worked as a good stress reliever. But he wasn't doing either, well at least not today. Today he was going to hang out with his longtime friends that would hopefully distract him from the bad things that the bar came with.
Concluding, he decided to just wear a pair of black joggers with thick, diagonal, white stripes going up the sides of his calf but stopping midway. He threw on a hoodie, his favorite hoodie. A hoodie that people would say describes him in two words. It was a simple white hoodie, but what makes it his favorite is on the back it reads 'F*** OFF!' in bold black letters. On the front, it has a small hand flipping people off. Hands down it was his favorite article of clothing besides the black shirt with the skull on the front, but that's a different story. The hoodie was a gift IcyHot had given him when Kirishima had a small congratulations on being the number one hero party for him a few years back. It was honestly a really good gift, Bakugou loved and didn't blow up at him after receiving it. He simply said "Thanks, now I won't have to tell your dumbasses anymore, you could just read it." Which was still thanks, but he sure as hell wouldn't say he liked nor loved it.
He had a black muscle shirt under the rude hoodie just in case the bar did get hot.
He had maybe an hour before he planned on leaving start walking to the bar to meeting his friends. Walking into the living room, he flopped down on the couch and laid his head on the armrest. Reaching above his head, he grabbed his phone and tugged the charger cord from it. Powering it on, he typed his passcode to unlock it. Once unlocked, he saw that he had 102 notifications from Twitter which is where he spent most of his social life. Yeah, he had other socials but he was more consistent on Twitter and most people knew that he was, family, friends, fans, everyone. He knew that some celebrities had people that ran their public accounts so they wouldn't have to. He couldn't blame them though, it got annoying when your phone was always going off to tell you that someone was dm or @ you, but it came with the job. He found it entertaining when fans would praise him and it would go straight to his already huge ego. Tapping the small, blue icon the app opened. He could spend the next hour here that wasn't a problem with him. Most of the notifications were from fans that @ him. They were probably pictures that he took with some people that recognized him when he ran into them while he was leaving the talk show yesterday. Some of them though were from people who wanted to get to him personally. He had a couple of messages stated that he was too reckless and too mean to that he should have never become a hero and should have become a villain instead of spoiling the good name of being a hero or something like that. He would usually brush something like that off and move on but sometimes they would get to him. He knew he was extreme, rude, and an asshole, but he also knew that he deserved it. Every hate comment, mean message, every death wish, he deserved it. Karma was coming back at him and it was not holding back. Yet there was always some type of loving fan that for some reason liked him. Each word that they would express would think that maybe, just maybe he wasn't as bad as he thought.
The vibrating and ringing of his phone startled him out of his thoughts. 'Incoming call from Shitty Hair' he read off his phone. "Crap" He muttered as he ran to his door to put his shoes on, while he answered and placed it between his ear and shoulder. "Hey, Bakug-" "Yeah, yeah, I know I lost track of time, I'm on my way." "And here I am thinking that you were going to just ditch us, but you do care about us. Awwww, Bakugou, are you going soft on us?" The fellow Alpha practically screamed to be heard by his friend over the crowd and people. "Say that again and I just might have to ditch you, idiots." "Nah you care too much about to ever leave us." "Tch, whatever I'll see you in a minute." "Is that Bakugou? Baku~!" Mina sang yet slurred into the phone. "Get your annoying ass over here right now!" "Yeah, yeah I'm going." He said as he jammed his key into the lock to secure his apartment while he was gone for a few hours. "Okay~! I love you so~ much!" Despite being drunk off her ass, Mina meant what she said. She loved her boys like they were brothers. As they got older she became more and more motherly to them, so she was like a sisterly mother. Sero and Kaminari would tease her all the time about how she was without a doubt the mom of the group. Which she was, and she wore that title with a proud smile on her face. She still had her reckless, party side that she had in high school, which she was currently sporting right now, but her all-time cool mom side was always there no matter what. It could have been her natural Omega instincts telling her to take care of who she cares about, but she'd like to think it's more than that.
"Shut it, Raccoon Eyes," Bakugou said as he exited his apartment complex and entered the nice cool air that the night had to offer hit him in a refreshing breeze. "Mina give me the phone back," Kirishima said in the background. "Okay, bye Bakugou~," She said, her voice getting quieter as if she was walking away as she sang his name at the end.
"I'll see you in a few?"
"Yeah, sure." Ending the call, he proceeded his stroll to the bar. The chill of the night grazed the fur of his blonde ears, causing them to lay back against his head. The cold was something he was never fond of. He would rather have it be scorching hot outside than a simple snow day. So now that it was finally warming up he wouldn't have to wear a big ass jacket anymore. He could not tolerate the cold under any circumstances. Just the thought alone made him shiver. This right now wasn't the worst but it wasn't ideal either.
A group of young adult Alphas' came walking toward him on the other side of the sidewalk all laughing hysterically and despite being a good seven feet away they all reeked of beer. It honestly reminded him of his friends: laughing about something probably really stupid and drinking way too much to be healthy.
A small smile tugged at his lips.
"Oh my God! That's Ground Zero!" One of the two girls screamed and pointed while jumping up and down excitedly. Broken from his thoughts, a group of fans eagerly started coming toward him.
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After greeting his buzzed fans and signing random things they had in their pockets, he finally made it to the bar. Like any typical club or bar around there on a Friday night, it was packed. Spotting his friends at a booth, he made a beeline toward them.
The group of friends had continued to talk and drink and Mina had passed out cold on Kaminari's shoulder. The T.V. across the room was covering an incident in California. A fire had broken out in a twelve-story building. Five people were injured, but luckily no one had died.
Much to Katsuki's surprise, it was Deku who had saved those people. "Woah, is that Midoriya?" Kaminari asked, turning everyone's attention to the television. Midoriya had the typical nervous expression he always did when his photo was taken. It was as if he had a gun to his head. "Yep, that's him alright." Sero piped in. The group was all reading the captions on the screen, the bar being too loud hear what the journalist was saying. 'Everyone was safely removed from the burning building. There were multiple ambulances at the scene helping anyone who was injured. Two people that were closer to the fastly spreading fire suffered third-degree burns and were immediately rushed to the hospital.'
"I forgot that Midoriya had moved to the U.S," Kirishima said.
"Yeah, he said he was going to stay with his dad for the rest of high school. I guess he ended up staying there." Said Kaminari. "I wonder how he's doing." Said the redhead. "Good probably. He is a pro now, but I think we all kinda expected that." The Alpha and Beta responded with a yeah and yes.
"Anyways, I should probably start headin' back to my woman. I'll make sure Mina gets home and I'll see you guys later." The rest of them said their goodbyes as Kaminari placed Ashido's arm around his shoulders and his arm around her waist to support her weight.
"Hey, you good man? You've been quiet all night." Kirishima asked out of the natural good he had in him.
"Yeah just wasn't in a talkative mood." Which was true. He was just having one of those off days where he just felt...off.
"Well if you say so. See ya."
"Bye."
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"Jesus, my back," Jirou complained as she plopped down next to Bakugou on his couch. "Well stop fuckin' walking around then." He said not looking up from his phone.
"Why are babies so damn heavy?" Jirou rubbed her swollen stomach over Kaminari's hoodie. She was currently six months pregnant with her and Denki's baby. They had been dating since their third year at UA and moved in together a year ago. The baby may not have been planned, but after the initial shock, they were still terrified yet excited. More Denki than Kyouka, but she's still excited to meet their little bean.
"Because it's a baby." He responded sarcastically. "That's not very helpful." She said as she rolled over on her side with a grunt and continued to scroll on her phone.
When Denki's working or not at home, and is in a good mood, she'll go to Bakugou's place. They became friends in their second year. He liked that she had such a calm and collected presence to her, which back then was the complete opposite then what he was. Except for Kirishima and his friend group they were pretty close.
The other reason she was there was probably just her hormones being all out of wack, but she got lonely with Kaminari being gone all-day. Bakugou was a good friend (when he wanted to be) and he didn't mind. Plus he smelled nice. It was currently her second favorite smell, after her boyfriends. His Alpha smell was admirable. Which was something she never noticed before, damn pregnancy. She made sure that Denki was okay with the situation, which he was. He trusted both Bakugou and his girlfriend so they were just hanging out as friends.
Putting her phone down, pulled her hood over her head, and wrapped her tail around herself and fell into a light slumber.