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"Hit or stand?"
The question was simple enough. One that Katsuki Bakugou had heard thousands of times. He stared down at his small glass, swishing it around.
"Hit me." Bakugou didn't know that voice. He looked up. He had thought he knew everyone at this casino, but he apparently was wrong.
The male sat across from him and seemed casual enough. Red spikey hair, sharp teeth (was it natural?????). He had on a red suit, and in his hand, he held a small, nimble dagger.
Bakugou glanced at the mystery boy's cards, an ace (1 or 11), and a fucking 9.
The dealer glanced at Bakugou, sensing his rage, before sighing.
Bakugou turned his gaze to his friend, motioning to the boy. "Have you ever seen him before?" Izuku glanced up from his phone, "No I don't think so. Let me ask Shoto if he knows him." Bakugou nodded and picked up his vape pen. Deku's boyfriend and lowkey sugar daddy Shoto Todoroki owned the casino they sat in. Bakugou breathed in his vape, watching Deku text Todoroki.
“Bakugou, you're up.” He turned to Iida, who was dealing. A card was slapped in front of him quickly, as he blew out his vape. He glanced at it, before nodding. “Hit."
A King, and an ace.
Bakugou smirked, sitting up and looked around the table as everyone yelled, “C’mon!”
“Shoto doesn’t know him,” Bakugou glanced at Deku, and their group of friends, (Iida, Ochako, Denki, and Mina), and at the mystery boy. “He says he will look through the files,” Deku stood up, putting his phone in his back pocket. “He also wants to see us!” Deku smiled brightly.
Bakugou chuckled, standing up, and grabbing his suit jacket, slipping it on. “He always does. Stupid half and half.” He grumbled to last part, before tossing a card at Iida, “Collect my winnings for me, dumbass.” Iida nodded, rolling his eyes and catching the card.
“Kirishima, is it?” Bakugou looked at the redhead who was standing about to leave. Kirishima looked at him, smiling and nodded, “Yeah, why?” Bakugou reached his arm out, “Good game.” Kirishima nodded and shook his hand.
As they walked away, Deku looked at him, “‘Good game’?? What is this Kachaan, football?” Bakugou chuckled, elbowing Deku, “Shut up, shitty Deku. You don’t know shit.”
“I know that you’re whipped.” Deku flashed his card at the guard in front of Todoroki’s office, Bakugou doing the same. The guard nodded, opening the door revealing a long, red hallway.
“Ex-fucking-cuse me?” Bakugou turned to look at Deku, “What the fuck? I am not you dumbass.” Deku giggled, grabbing the door handle of Todoroki’s door. “Sureeee, and I'm not a switch.”
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“Oi, Iida!” Bakugou shoved his way over to his group of friends. “Yes, Bakugou?” Iida turned, handing him a new card, “I put your winnings in a separate bank account.” Bakugou nodded, shoving the card in his wallet. “That’s not what I wanted,” Bakugou crossed his arms,
“But thanks. Where's the guy with shark teeth?”
“Oh, Kirishima?” Mina asked, looking at Bakugou, “Yeah, him. Where is he?” Bakugou raised his eyebrow at Mina. She motioned her hand towards the exit. “He’s outside with Kami and Sero. Apparently, they went to high school together.” Mina shrugged, sipping her cocktail.
Bakugou nodded and quickly made his way out.
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“Oi, Kirishima!” Bakugou yelled, walking over to him. Kirishima raised his brow at him, his arm around Kaminari.
“Do I know you?” He asked gently, his eyes soft. Denki snorted, elbowing Kirishima, “Kiri, dude, Bakugou?? He beat you, ya know the unbeatable in blackjack?”
Kirishima straightened out, “Right, sorry! I have bad memory late at night,” He rubbed the back of his neck, “That wasn’t very manly of me. So! How can I help you?”
Bakugou glared at him, clicking his tongue, “You’re my partner now, apparently?” He questioned, rolling his eyes. “Oh! Yeah! We can talk in the morning, just meet me in Todoroki’s office tomorrow. I have a meeting with him, you can join!”
Bakugou sighed, and nodded, “All right. See you then dumbass.”
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“So, what’s the plan?” Kirishima smiled at Bakugou, flashing his teeth, (which Bakugou still didn't know if they were natural.)
"We go in, get the cash, and leave." Bakugou pocketed his phone and grabbed his car keys. "Come on." He motioned his head to a nearby car, grabbing Kirishimia's arm.
The redhead (natural??) nodded, "Alright!! Can we stop by the drug store first? I need some hair dye." He tugged at his red locks, smiling dumbly at Bakugou, “If not it’s fine! I can do it later with Denks.”
Bakugou stared at him, blinking. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
Kirishima stumbled, and frowned, looking at him, "I mean, yeah. My hair isn't naturally this shade! I started dyeing it in high school and haven't stopped since."
Bakugou hummed, nodding, "That's impressive."
Kirishima smiled, rubbing the back of his neck, "It's really nothing! It gets pricey though!"
Bakugou nodded, humming, and opened the car door, "Get in." He motioned his head towards the inside, before leaning against the edge of the open door. "Thanks!" Kirishima smiled, and slid into the car, watching Bakugou close the door.
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Bakugou had learned too much about Kirishima in this 72-hour period they were together. For starters, he bites his ice cream and seemed unphased while doing so. So yeah, it’s official, Bakugou Katsuki hates him. No, he despises him.
Kirishima sleeps on the side of the bed closest to the door, because he wants to be ready in case someone comes in, which Bakugou understood since he slept with a knife or gun under his pillow most nights, but that was because his roommates are dicks.
Oh yeah, Kirishima’s also a fucking idiot. Bakugou learned that while they were in a hotel room together.
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“So, how do you know Todoroki?” Kirishima glanced at him as they both changed from civilian clothes to their work attire. His eyes locked on Bakugou’s chest and froze in place, breathing a soft, ‘oh’ at his abs. Bakugou scoffed, snapping his fingers in Kirishima’s face, before walking past him, “You know Deku?”
“Deku?” Kirishima looked at him lost, “No, Kami never mentioned a Deku.” Kirishima's hands grabbed his tie and went to tie it, which he failed at.
“Midoriya,” Bakugou unplugged his phone and hiked his jeans up a bit, “We’re childhood friends, I guess. I was an ass to him for a majority of our lives but he refused to leave. He just kinda stuck with me I guess.” Bakugou shrugged and turned and Kirishima struggle with his tie.
“Seriously, are you that fucking stupid?” Bakugou marched over, grumbling at Kirishima.
“Hehe, no not usually,” He scratched the back of his neck as Bakugou started to tie his tie, “I’m usually good at this, actually. I don’t know what's wrong today.”
Bakugou snorted, “Nah, I think you’re a fucking idiot and don’t want to admit it.” He smirked at Kirishima, tightened the tie and stepped back.
Kirishima shoved him, smiling softly, “Yeah, but you love me.” He winked and turned to get his phone and pull on his leather jacket.
“Let’s get the goods!” Kirishima threw his fist in the air, smiling brightly at Bakugou. “Fist pump!” He reached his fist to the blonde, flashing his teeth. Bakugou scoffed, pumped his fist and wrapped his arm around Kirishima’s shoulders, “Come on kid, we,” Bakugou poked Kirishima in the chest, “got goods to get.”
Kirishima laughed and grabbed his keycard and locked them out of the hotel room, before realizing something vital.
“Wait, Bakugou! Don’t call me kid! We’re practically the same age! Bakugou!” He called out, running to catch up with the blonde.