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"Rainbow sparkles? Seriously?" Bakugou grunted, directing a glare to Kirishima. Kirishima, for his part, simply smiled, tossing in more of whatever was making the fire spark and pop in pinks, greens and blues.
"We celebrate your gay!" Kaminari cried, lifting his bottle of beer, hissing out a 'yesssss' when Kirishima and Sero leaned over to clink theirs with him. "Come on, Baku-bro…"
"The fuck? Why are we celebrating…" Bakugou's eyes squinted, suddenly suspicious, and thought back over their dinner. His friends had, uncharacteristically, chased him off when it was time to cook, taking care of everything themselves, and Bakugou began to get a distinctly uneasy feeling. "What are you assholes up to?"
With a stricken look on his face, Kaminari leaned forward, jabbing Bakugou with his marshmallow stick. "Why do you assume we're up to anything? We're just four bros, in the woods, camping and fucking around."
"Yeah, and you fuckers have literally never offered to help with dinner, before," Bakugou snapped, eyebrows stormy. "Did you poison me?"
"That's stupid-" Sero began before Kirishima cut him off.
"We're staging an intervention," Kirishima stated confidently, dropping his hands to his hips.
Bakugou blinked, his jaw clenching. "What," he whispered, then stood with a growl, heading for the tent and his backpack. "I don't know what the fuck y'all are on about, but I'm done with this."
"You can't go anywhere, asshole. You're too drunk to drive, and we hid Hanta's keys a long time ago," Kirishima murmured, eyes locked on his friend. "Sit down and let us talk."
Bakugou whipped his head over his shoulder, glaring at Kirishima, and felt himself sway a bit on his feet. Well, shit. He's right… I can't drive anywhere, and probably wouldn't even trust myself to walk, like this. Despite them all being dumbasses, they were smart enough to wait until I'd downed 10 fucking beers before mentioning anything. "All of you can go to hell," he grumbled, stomping into the treeline to take a piss.
And so what if he took longer than he needed? It was the principle of the thing, after all, and by the time he wandered back to his seat by the fire, the others were excitedly and loudly discussing the pros and cons of console vs. arcade. Flopping into his chair, Bakugou took a petulant sip of his beer, his eyes closing.
"Anyways!" Kirishima hollered, and Bakugou's eyes flew open to find Kirishima grinning and holding out… What is THAT? Bakugou thought, taking in what appeared to be a grocery bag or three wrapped around… something, with a bungee cord tying it shut.
"A bomb?" Bakugou deadpanned, an eyebrow raised, and made no move to take it.
"More like DA BOMB!" Kirishima giggled, pulling an exaggerated groan from the others, and he shook the package in Bakugou's face. "It's for you, you surly bastard. Just take it."
"Never seen an intervention that started with a gift."
"Well, you've never seen an intervention led by your three bestest friends in the entire fucking world, so," Kirishima countered, nodding decisively. "Shut your yap and open it."
Bakugou let his eyes wander over the group, each of them watching with wide smiles, eagerly leaning forward in their spots around the fire. They look genuinely excited… If they were planning some sort of prank, I know Kaminari wouldn't be able to keep the shit-eating grin off his face. "Whatever," he mumbled, snagging the mysterious lump from Kirishima's hand. "Which of you dickweeds was responsible for wrapping this?"
Kaminari held up his hand, waggling his eyebrows as he took a drag off the joint Sero had just passed him. "That would be me," he managed to grunt out with minimal smoke loss before launching into a spasm of harsh coughing that had Bakugou rolling his eyes and Kirishima running over to pat him on the back.
While the others were busy with taking their own drags and making sure Kaminari was going to live, Bakugou unclasped the bungee cord and pulled off the plastic bags, frowning at the rolled up paper bag within. "What, did you guys just get me more weed? Pretty underwhelming, as far as interventions go."
"Jesus fuck," Sero breathed, flopping backward in his chair and nearly tipping it over. "I bet you make smartass comments to your fucking toilet paper before you wipe. Just shut up and open it, Christ."
Kirishima and Kaminari seemed to find this hilarious, cackling happily, and Bakugou flipped Sero a middle finger before unrolling the bag. Peeking inside, Bakugou's brows furrowed, pulling what looked like a concert ticket out before tossing the bag into the fire. Thoroughly confused, Bakugou tilted the ticket toward the light of the flames, reading it over and over before raising his eyes to his friends.
They were no longer laughing, everyone watching him with varying mixtures of excitement and apprehension. "What IS this?" Bakugou eventually muttered, reaching over to take the joint Kaminari was holding out. "Is this like, a new band or something?"
"Naw, man," Kirishima snickered, miming taking a hit at Bakugou. "And hurry up; I want another pull."
With an exasperated sigh, Bakugou complied, passing the rapidly shrinking joint on before turning his attention back to the slip of paper in his hand. "Then what is it? It looks like a ticket for a cruise ship or something."
"Ding ding ding!" Sero cried, driving an elbow into Kaminari's side for no discernible reason. "It's a ticket for a cruise!"
Squinting down at the item in question, Bakugou stared for a moment before returning his gaze to his friends. "Where'd you get them?"
The three exchanged a confused glance, and Kirishima leaned forward, tilting his head. "Them?"
"Did one of you win them off a radio show or something?" Bakugou continued, lip curling at the 'Singles Cruise' printed at the top. "And what about this required you assholes making me dinner? Even with the three of you, it took you twice as long as it would have taken me."
"You're welcome," Sero gusted out on a puff of smoke. "Seriously, you have to be the most ungrateful son of a bitch I've ever willingly spent time with."
While Bakugou frowned and mumbled a half-assed apology, Kirishima stood, walking back over to stand directly in front of him. "There's only the one ticket, bro. And we didn't win it; we bought it. For you. So go get your swerve on."
Bakugou couldn't help but laugh, thinking it was all pretty damned funny (no thanks to the quality smoke, surely), but the others didn't join in, and it only took him a moment to realize they were serious. "Wait, you aren't fucking around? I don't understand."
"It's an intervention," Kaminari pointed out helpfully.
Shooting a small, indulgent smile at Kaminari, Kirishima turned back to Bakugou. "We're sick of watching you mope around, pining over Shouji. You guys broke up like six fucking months ago, man. You need to move on, find someone else to moon over. Spice shit up a bit."
Bakugou was suddenly very grateful for the low light, feeling his cheeks heating up. "Wait… So you all bought me a ticket for a singles cruise so I could forget about Mezou? Jesus, you guys. That isn't how this shit works. And you must have spent a fortune. How the fuck did you even afford this?"
"We have our ways," Sero intoned, resting his chin on his hand and raising a dramatic eyebrow. "Don't worry about it. Just go and have some fun. You're fucking pitiful, man. If I have to listen to one more drunken rant about how sorry he'll be that he left, with the obligatory sobfest afterward, I might just kill you myself."
Kirishima waved a rough hand at Sero, then gave Bakugou his warmest smile. "We don't mind listening, bro. He's just whiny tonight because he fucked up the potatoes." As Kaminari giggled, Kirishima continued. "But you deserve to be happy, and it might be good for you to get your mind off him, for a while."
"You realize I'll be the only gay man there," Bakugou murmured, sagging back into his chair. "It's not like a singles cruise is going to be crawling with 'eligible men' ready for a romp in the hay with another dude."
"Look at it this way, dude! It's totally low pressure!" Kaminari piped up, folding his hands behind his head and shooting Bakugou a wink. "Gives you an opportunity to practice your flirting. I'm not trying to be an ass or anything, but you fucking SUCK at it. Since you won't really WANT to take any of them 'home', or whatever, you can just try out different shit, without being super nervous."
Mouth hanging open, Bakugou let his gaze fall on each of them in turn. "So you scraped together your life savings to buy me an opportunity to… practice my pick-up lines?"
"So dramatic," Sero crooned, taking a long pull from his beer. "With the three of us sharing, it wasn't THAT expensive."
"Fuckin'... Forget about the cost. We just want you to relax a little, have a good time, and be around other people that are looking for love. I think it'll help remind you that there's always other fish in the sea, or whatever," Kirishima offered, shrugging and walking back to his chair. "It's not like we're counting on you coming back with a new boy toy or something. Hell, if nothing else, it's a fucking cruise, man. Just… go enjoy yourself."
Bakugou sat quietly, mulling the evening over, his thoughts languid and a little sloppy from the beer and weed. I can't exactly refuse it. Even with the three of them, this was a big purchase. None of them have much in the way of extra money. And have I really been that fucking shitty about Mezou leaving? Probably. At this point, it isn't even that I'm all that sad about it. I just miss having someone to be close to. A tiny laugh bubbled up from his diaphragm. Well. That and the fantastic dickin'.
"I'm not that bad at flirting," Bakugou finally pronounced, setting the others off into hysterical laughter. "I'm not, you shitstains." Bakugou took a deep, slow breath. "But uh… Thank you. For doing this. I doubt I'll be trying out my best lines on anyone or anything, but getting away for a while would probably be pretty cool, as far as being a distraction."
"That's all we ask," Kirishima responded, voice suddenly serious. "Just… have a little fun, and send us a text or something once in a while if you do something cool."
"Right," Bakugou breathed, then stood and walked over to his friends, giving them each a cranky- but genuine- hug. After that, it didn't take long for the four to get back to their partying, and the sun was nearly up by the time they crawled into their tents to sleep.
*
Bakugou was fairly pleased with himself, having found the perfect perch to set up on so he could spy on the others slowly making their way onto the boat. He'd already sent a surreptitiously acquired photo of a man with 7 different suitcases draped over and around himself to Kirishima, and the two were having a blast roasting anyone that caught Bakugou's attention.
Bakugou: Holy shit, is there a minimum age for this thing?
Bakugou: I swear the gal that just climbed aboard looks like she MIGHT have turned 14 yesterday
Kirishima: 21 and over
Kirishima: Is she cute?
Bakugou: I mean… maybe? It's hard to say, BECAUSE SHE LOOKS LIKE A CHILD.
Kirishima: Send me a pic
Bakugou: HELL NO, I DON'T WANT TO GET ARRESTED FOR TAKING PHOTOS OF A MINOR
Bakugou: Ooooh
Bakugou: I'm pretty sure a chick from our pottery class last year is here.
Bakugou: Pink hair, good figure, big smile? Akiho, or something like that?
Kirishima: NO WAY, Ashido Mina? She's awesome! Say hi to her for me!
Bakugou: Why would I do that
Bakugou: She probably doesn't even remember you
Kirishima: Harsh, man.
A smile curling his lips, Bakugou slid his phone back to his pocket, eyeing the parade of people crossing the deck. Proportionately, the crowd seemed fairly heavily weighted toward women, but Bakugou figured that made a sort of sense. I can't help but think it's a little easier for women to be able to admit they'd want to do something like this; they could giggle about it and get excited with their girlfriends about a cruise and meeting new people, whereas dudes would get a pretty heavy side-eye for doing the same. And they all seem to be in groups. Bakugou hadn't seen a 'group' of men, yet, most of them entering alone, with varying degrees of confidence/curiosity/horror.
He caught a group of three ladies looking his direction and deliberately adjusted his earbuds, trying to make it clear he had no interest in engaging. With a sigh, he pulled his phone back up, fussing with his music so he didn't have to make eye contact, and when he finally dared to glance up, he was relieved to find they'd moved on. Ugh… I know I promised the guys I'd try to at least TALK to people, but I have no interest in this at all.
Letting out a slow breath, Bakugou returned his gaze to the entrance, a slightly larger group of people pulling his attention. Heh, annoying, he thought, the gaggle beginning to back things up behind them. What are they doing? Bakugou could hear the giggling over his music, and tugged out an earbud, brows furrowing in curiosity. It reminds me of when a celebrity walks into a room with a swarm of fans. Maybe we've got someone famous joining us on this little joyride.
It didn't take Bakugou long to locate the source of the disturbance, and when he did, his eyebrows shot up to his hairline. Holy shit… Who the fuck is THAT? The man was incredibly tall, shoulders broad and thick, and Bakugou found himself wondering if he could slice a finger open on that jawline. Jesus, Katsuki, he admonished himself. Simmer down. The man seemed to be chatting happily with the group of women crowding into his space, a brilliant and genuinely warm smile on his face, and Bakugou had to snap his jaw shut, embarrassed to realize it had fallen open while he was staring.
Bakugou: OH HOLY SHIT. A dude just got on the boat and I swear the motherfucker must be a model or something. Tall as hell, built like a goddamned truck, fucking STUNNING smile… I think I'm in lust.
Kirishima: Well… let it never be said that you don't have a type
Bakugou: Is it so wrong to want a man that can toss me around a bit?
Kirishima: Sometimes you say shit and I want to die a little
Bakugou: There's like… a swarm of women hanging on him
Kirishima: Beat em up and getcher man
Bakugou: Right? Fuck. Why are the hot ones always straight?
Kirishima: You flatter me
Bakugou: You didn't look very straight with your dick in my mouth.
Kirishima: IT WAS ONE TIME, ASSHOLE
Kirishima: You did a hell of a job, though. If only I didn't like titties so much…
Bakugou: You are a complete dumbass, but I love you, man. I'll talk to you later. I got some gawking to do.
Kirishima: Hell yeah, bro.
Eyes flicking up from his phone, Bakugou located his new obsession, the man shaking his head and holding up his hands, seemingly chasing his groupies away. Friendly sort, looks like. He'll probably be crawling with women all week. One woman in particular seemed intent on catching his attention, and Bakugou felt his eyebrow raise when he heard the guy state 'I'm sorry, but no thank you' from clear across the deck. Oh damn. So the mega-watt smile has its limits, eh? I like a man that can be stern.
Fascinated, Bakugou watched the guy turn and stride away, and with his show over for the moment, Bakugou lifted himself from the ledge he'd been parked on, wandering off to find his cabin.
*
"Mm, right," Bakugou mumbled into his phone, sauntering as slowly as he dared past the large, open doors of the bar. This was his third 'fly by', and he still hadn't seen hide nor hair of Beef McJawline (having christened his crush as such earlier that afternoon). He was very much NOT actually speaking with anyone, but figured a phone call made decent 'cover' while he scoped the place out, and gave him an excuse to avoid having to talk to any actual people while he skulked around.
He was growing frustrated, eyes glancing at the clock above the bar, and decided to get a bit adventurous, wandering his way into the open area just in front of the coat check. He could see virtually the entire place from there, murmuring a few hums and assorted other vaguely appropriate noises into his phone while his eyes frantically scanned the seating. A dark head of hair- tucked into the far corner of the room- caught his attention, and when he realized it was not only Beef McJawline, but that he was ALONE, Bakugou felt his heart start galloping in his chest, a thrill of excitement making the hairs on his arms stand on end.
What's he doing over there all by himself? Where's the flock from earlier? God, the way he's sitting, with his back to the room, you'd almost think he was actively avoiding talking to people. "I know," he mumbled half-heartedly to his fake phone call, carefully moving closer, trying to get a better look.
An amused snort puffed from his nose when he crept around behind another table and saw the man was reading a book. Not here to socialize, eh? Bakugou could see the occasional woman turning around in her chair to peek, or pointing him out to a friend, but no one seemed to be approaching him, and Bakugou wondered what on earth the guy was even DOING on a cruise like this, if he planned to ignore everyone all week.
"Yeah, well, I'll talk to you later," he muttered quietly, beginning to feel downright foolish about his 'phone call', and slid his phone into his pocket. The dude has the right idea, Bakugou decided, popping in his earbuds and heading toward Beef's table. I can hide over here with him, avoid having to talk to people, and maybe find an opportunity to start a conversation with him. Hell, he seemed friendly enough earlier… Maybe he'll talk to ME.
While Bakugou knew there was no one that would describe him as 'timid', even HE wasn't ballsy enough to plop himself at the dude's table with literally no introduction or preamble when it seemed pretty clear he didn't want to talk to anyone, so he did the next best thing, hoping to catch the man's attention. Doesn't look like he's using this, Bakugou snickered to himself, grabbing the chair next to Mr. McJawline and thumping it down a few feet away.
Surely he'll say something to me. Who just steals a chair from someone's table without asking? C'mon, gorgeous. Throw me a bone, here. Tugging his sketchbook from his jacket, Bakugou flipped it open and pulled a pencil from his pocket, deciding to work a little bit on a drawing he'd started that afternoon.
Duuuude, Bakugou found himself crooning in his mind, turning his head just enough to see the man had gone back to reading his book. Come ON. Even a sarcastic 'no, please, help yourself' would have been better than ignoring me! The fuck. Maybe I can-
Bakugou's scheming was interrupted by a soft voice at his ear, and Bakugou barely reined in his fury at the distraction, horrified the girl trying to speak to him would somehow manage to skip over him and land at the dude's table, and then he'd never catch his attention. Gethefuckoutofhere, he prayed silently, a soft sigh of relief escaping his chest once he'd chased her off.
So she found the sketchbook interesting enough to wander across the entire bar to ask me about it, but this polo-shirt-wearing, perfect-posture-having beefcake can't even be arsed to make a noise of disdain when I steal his fucking chair? Good god. Deciding he didn't want to be caught out daydreaming instead of drawing, Bakugou focused on his sketch, figuring he had plenty of time to dream up a plan to ensnare his prey.
Of course, the repeated attentions of the ladies in the bar weren't something Bakugou had figured into his strategy, so when the pink-haired gal from his school got right in his face- smiling like she'd just discovered a dirty little secret and had every intention of using it to make him miserable- he maybe reacted a bit more angrily than he should have.
He had no opportunity to be embarrassed, however, his eyes flying wide when he heard the guy start laughing, and as soon as Ashido had walked away, Bakugou whipped his head around, pinning his crush with a stern glare. "What?" he growled out, glad the dude couldn't hear how fast his heart was racing. Oh holy SHIT, this asshole is fucking JAW-DROPPING. God DAMN it, why do I always want the ones I can't have?
When the guy did nothing but hum, like Bakugou HADN'T just caught him cracking up at Bakugou's misery, Bakugou pushed a little further. "Something funny, Four-eyes?"
Bakugou kept his face still, but just barely, surprised as hell when the fucker started laughing AGAIN. "Was it not funny?" the dude had the gall to ask, and Bakugou felt his nostrils flare, the low, rumbly voice snicking into place on his list of 'Reasons This Asshole Is Far Too Attractive To Be Real'. Fuck my life, and my gay-ass heart.
Turning back to his drawing with a pissed click of his tongue, Bakugou tried to gather his thoughts. Maybe it would be better if I DIDN'T talk to this guy. I'm just going to get my heart broken when he scoops up some perfectly proportioned, giggly woman and takes her back to his room. He darted a furtive glance over his shoulder, finding the man once more wrapped up in his reading, and pulled his phone from his pocket.
Bakugou: Eijirou. Remind me how miserable I always am after I chase a straight dude.
Kirishima: You cried in my bed for four hours straight when that dude at the dirt bike track turned you down and said 'no but you're really cool, I'd totally date you if I were into guys'.
Bakugou: Uuuuuugh… He was SO FUCKING HOT. That was true heartbreak.
Kirishima: You drunkenly proclaimed your love of your TA in the middle of the banquet for our modern art installation. Loud enough for everyone there to hear it. Including him. He transferred out of your class.
Bakugou: Talk about overreacting. God, like no one else has ever wanted to bang their TA…
Kirishima: You still have angsty poetry you wrote when your childhood crush tried to let you down easy after middle school. Dude… That poetry is the saddest shit I've ever read. I'm tearing up just thinking about it.
Bakugou: FUUUUUUUUCK
Bakugou: Eijirooooou, this motherfucker is the hottest piece of ass I have ever SEEN.
Kirishima: Better than dirt-bike guy?
Bakugou: There's no contest. I should have walked away 20 minutes ago, but I've been sitting here like the pathetic lump of gay flesh that I am, praying to whatever gods exist that he will say something to me.
Kirishima: What?? Sitting where? Why the hell would you be hanging out with him but not talking to him?
Bakugou: This might be the most embarrassing thing I've ever admitted to another human being, but…
Bakugou: I wanted him to notice ME and talk to ME.
Kirishima: And he hasn't. So get the fuck out before you humiliate yourself. Jesus, bro.
Bakugou: I'm weak, dude. His bicep is larger than my head, I fucking swear.
Kirishima: I don't know what else to tell you, man.
Kirishima: Bail now.
Bakugou was in the middle of typing out another excuse when a voice startled him, turning his head to find a cheery waitress offering a beverage to both himself and Beef McJawline. Oh for FUCK'S SAKE! Can a man not sit in a corner and ineffectively try to catch a guy's attention without every woman in the bar interrupting?? And they gave HIM a drink, too… Am I about to lose whatever pitiful chance I had?
They guy was halfway through some sort of overly polite excuse when Bakugou decided he'd had enough. Fine. If he won't do it himself, I'll fucking FORCE him to speak to me. But first, I need to get rid of this waitress, and make it super fucking clear I have no interest in being interrupted again.
Making a show out of downing the drink in one gulp, Bakugou stared right at the poor unsuspecting women that had sent them the cocktails, flipping them the bird and making it obvious to the waitress he wouldn't be tolerating any further overtures. Once she'd skittered off, Bakugou ransacked his brain for SOMETHING to say, wondering why the dude was on the cruise in the first place. He seemed to have no more interest than I did in accepting a drink from anyone.
Bakugou slid his eyes to the side, the man's drink untouched on the table, and found his mouth opening before he could stop it. "You gonna drink that?" Oh BRILLIANT, Katsuki. Now you sound like a 13 year old kid asking after his friend's french fries. 10 of 10 on the witty repartee. Oh well. It's a fucking start, I guess.
Getting the gorgeous fucker to talk to him was like pulling teeth, but Bakugou eventually managed to wheedle a little information from him, a flicker of hope lighting in his chest when he learned the dude was on the cruise for the same reason HE was. The jackass hasn't so much as LOOKED at a woman the entire time we've been in this bar… Is there any chance, in any sort of world, that he is gay? I don't think I've lived a good enough life for my karma to be that stellar.
Bakugou figured the miniscule chance was worth exploring, lobbing bits of conversation like a wildlife enthusiast trying to coax a bird to eat from his hand. Oh my god, he is hilarious… So fucking PROPER. I can't help wanting to take him apart at the seams. Wonder what sort of delicious shit would come out of his mouth if I could get him into bed?
He dragged his chair closer, introducing himself and continuing to poke at his newest obsession. Holy hell, he is fucking ADORABLE when he's flustered. Bakugou was having a blast teasing him (Iida, huh? The Greek god has a name), carefully keeping his face neutral through his internal freakout at the size of Iida's hands. I definitely need those all over me. Holy shit, I bet his fingers would touch if he grabbed me around my waist…
It was obvious to Bakugou that Iida was put off by his attitude, but he wasn't telling him to get lost, either… I know I'm just taking advantage of his 'politeness', but at least we're speaking. And I've certainly given him plenty of opportunities to make some excuse and take off. Why hasn't he run off, yet?
Figuring there was no harm in it, as he wasn't exactly making a sparkling first impression to begin with, Bakugou just straight up asked him. "If I'm so rude, why are you even talking to me?"
It took a bit more prodding, but Iida's eventual answer- a mumbled and somewhat pitiful 'Well, you aren't trying to 'meet' me'- set Bakugou off into slightly unhinged laughter, his mind flipping back and forth between the absolutely PRECIOUS air quotes Iida had used to emphasize the word 'meet', and the implications of his words. So, not only is he only here because the ticket was given to him as a gift, but he has absolutely NO interest in finding himself a woman.
Bakugou lifted himself from the chair, deciding he might be better off doing a bit more thinking on this whole situation before pushing things any further. Either he has no interest in 'romance' at all, or he has no interest in women. And if it's the latter, I want to make sure he knows he has another option in one Bakugou Katsuki.
He'd no sooner taken his leave, letting his voice lower suggestively with his parting words, than he strode confidently from the bar, mind already dreaming up ways to ensure he was the center of the nerdy beefcake's attention for the rest of the trip. This is going to be a lot of fun, he snickered to himself. I may not be your stereotypical 'sweetheart', but I'm damned good at making people notice me.
Nearly back to his room, Bakugou paused when his phone buzzed in his pocket.
Kirishima: DID YOU ESCAPE BEFORE YOU CRIED
Bakugou: Your confidence in me is overwhelming
Kirishima: Dude, I just want you to enjoy yourself. Please tell me you found something else to do.
Bakugou: Strategy Level Two has been initiated. He doesn't seem to be into women, so on the tiny chance he might be into ME, I'm gonna step up my game.
Kirishima: FEAR
Kirishima: You can call me if shit goes bad, ok?
Bakugou: God DAMN, asshole! You make it sound like it would be FUCKING NUTS if someone found me attractive.
Kirishima: That's obviously not true. I just… I know how you are. Be nice, ok?
Bakugou: But he's so cute when I tease him
Bakugou: He blushes and stammers and I wanna just kiss him all over
Kirishima: OH GOD NO
Kirishima: Katsuki. No. People don't generally like to be teased. Try some compliments or something.
Bakugou: You know that isn't how I roll
Kirishima: Jesus. You're a lost cause. K, bro. Good luck.
Bakugou: Fuck yeah.