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“Alright, babe.” Kirishima leaned back onto the couch. “Truth or dare?”
Bakugou rolled his eyes and went back to his game. The three of them had planned on going to dinner later that night, but Uraraka got called in to do a quick rescue mission. She said she would text them as soon as the mission was over so they could head over to the restaurant. For now, Kirishima was getting impatient and trying to mess with Bakugou out of boredom.
Sensing he was being ignored, Kirishima poked Bakugou's side repeatedly. It caused Bakugou to grip the controller a little too tight. “Will you knock it off!?” he growled. “I'm not gonna play that stupid game.”
“But I'm bored and Uraraka hasn't texted us yet,” Kirishima whined, leaning his entire body on his boyfriend. Bakugou kept his attention to the screen, making sure to kill every last covenant fucker that attacked him. Normally he would play Destiny 2 PvP battles on their PS4, but, as his partners put it, he was put on “probation” from it after he got mad and broke their flat screen.
“Play with Ozzy and Death if you're so damn bored,” Bakugou snapped.
He had nearly been killed by a fucking hunter when Kirishima poked him.
“But they're sleeping together, I don't want to wake them up.” He laid his upper body on Bakugou's lap. Kirishima watched him play Halo 3. He’d made fun of Bakugou for still owning a Xbox 360, calling him an old man; however, that remark had only gotten him a blast to the face.
Kirishima was about to give up trying to make his boyfriend do anything until he realized something. He looked up at Bakugou.
Oh yeah, this'll get him.
“I get it.” Kirishima let out a sigh. “You're too scared to play.”
After a few seconds, he thought his plan hadn't work. That was, until he heard Master Chief’s dying cries. He looked up only to be met with angry red eyes.
Oh fuck.
Bakugou set the controller down. “You wanna say that again Kirishima?” he threatened.
Kirishima swallowed his fear without letting his smirk drop. “I'm just sayin’; you seemed a little scared to play.” He shrugged, noticing one of Bakugou's eyes twitch.
“I ain't afraid of shit,” Bakugou said through his clenched teeth.
“Prove it: truth or dare?” Kirishima poked Bakugou's nose.
Bakugou through his hands up, “Fine, dare!”
Kirishima sat up, contemplating what he could get his explosive lover to do. He let out a dark laugh. “I dare you to wear an outfit of my choosing when we go out to eat.”
Bakugou narrowed his eyes dangerously at the red head. “I swear to the fucking gods, I'm going to make you pay,” he snarled. “Your turn.” Bakugou pointed at his partner. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare, of course.” Kirishima wasn't going to do something unmanly as picking truth. Nah, that'd be too boring. When he saw Bakugou make an evil smile, a small part of him regret his decision though.
How bad can it be?
“I dare you to wear one of Uraraka's shirts to dinner.” Bakugou crossed his arms, absorbing Kirishima's face as it went pale.
Kirishima felt his jaw basically hit the floor. “How the hell am I supposed to do that?” He groaned. “Her shirts are way too small on me.”
Bakugou shrugged. “Wear it as a crop top. Go on,” he continued, “I dare you and you know what will happen if you refuse.” He smiled wide enough to show his canines. They had a rule that if either one of them ever backed out of a dare, said person would have to dye their hair whatever color the others chose.
Kirishima straightened his back. “Bet?” There was no way he was going to let Bakugou choose his hair color; the man was too evil when it came to punishments.
Bakugou held out his hand. “Bet,” he grunted in agreement.
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Uraraka was on her way to the new restaurant that had opened up in their area. She’d complained that it had been too long since all three of them had gone out on a date.
Of course, Kirishima was all up for it. It took some convincing to get Bakugou to agree though. Eventually, she got him to go with the promise of giving him a massage whenever he wanted for a month.
With the restaurant in sight, she hurried to get inside. While she took a moment to catch her breath, Uraraka looked around for her boys. Finally spotting them in the booth that was as far from the entrance as possible, Uraraka took a moment to fix her hair, then made her way over to them.
“Hey, sorry I'm late!” she began. “The mission took a little longer than-” before she could finish her explanation though, she burst out laughing as she took in the sight of her boys.
Bakugou was wearing Kirishima's red v-neck with the words D.J. on it, his grey shorts, and red crocs to complete it. “Is that my shirt?” she asked in between laughs. Kirishima was clearly wearing her pink v-neck that was way too small on him. The poor shirt looked like it was one flex away from tearing. Kirishima blushed, nodding his head, as Bakugou looked away and clicked his tongue. It took her a moment, but she finally calmed down. “Do I even want to know?”
“Fuck no,” Bakugou growled.
Kirishima giggled. “It's a long story.”
Uraraka sat down next to Bakugou. “Well, I'm all ears.” She propped her elbows up to rest her head on her hands. “Somehow, you pull off wearing my shirt as a crop top, Love.”
Kirishima brightened at her comment and started to tell her what happened as they ate. Uraraka occasionally put her hand on her mouth to stop herself from giggling.
“Don't you look dashing in that outfit, Bakugou.” Uraraka poked his cheek.
Bakugou swatted her hand away. “Shut it.”
Soon they were on their way back home, Bakugou grumbling away about wearing Kirishima's “stupid outfit” and how he was going to make Death attack his partners.