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Kirishima received a rude comment on the recent photo he posted on social media. He had gotten his fair share of hate throughout his internet career. He used to rude comments, very used to them. They came with the job, to be honest. Anything that involved the internet did. Trolls and haters lurked in comment sections wanting to do nothing but harm but Kirishima was stronger than they were. He wouldn't let a couple of naysayers ruin his day. But this one stuck out because it wasn't some troll or random guy, but a verified account. A verified account Kirishima knew and followed.
Bakugou Katsuki: You fucking suck.
The comments below were chaos. Half arguing with how rude Bakugou was being and the other half defending him saying it was obviously a joke and truth be told, Kirishima didn't know what to think. Bakugou had never replied to his posts before, and to Kirishima's knowledge, wasn't even following him. Kirishima just assumed Bakugou stumbled upon his post by chance but even still, it would be rude to post that. Did he not read the caption? See the video?
“I don't think he got it,” Kirishima muttered and Ashido looked up from her phone.
“What?”
“Bakugou. I don't think he got the post”
“Are you still on that?” She snorted.
“It was clear right?” Kirishima asked turning his phone to her. “Like, it's clear?”
“Dude, the guy's just like that.”
“But I said it was my first attempt. That's the whole point of the video. I'm a terrible cook! But I'm stepping out of my comfort zone and trying to better myself. I wasn't successful but I tried and that's all that matters. His comment completely defeats the purpose of what I'm saying. He's directly going against me. I don't think he gets it!”
“He's just an asshole, Kiri. You see the stuff he replies to? It's all rude. He probably just saw you trending on food pages and lashed out,” Ashido tried to explained but Kirishima just shook his head.
“No, I won't accept this,” Kirishima said tapping the reply button and beginning to thumb at his phone.
“Are you picking a fight?”
“No, I am being an adult,” Kirishima replied, reading over his words before hitting send.
Kirishima Eijirou: Well I'd love to learn :)! If you want we can collab and better ourselves. You can teach me to cook and I can teach you to be kind!
Ashido whistled.
“Damn. You straight-up insulted him,” she pointed out.
“I am being an adult,” Kirishima argued and he felt his phone vibrate in his hand and saw a new notification.
“Oh shit, he's fast!” Ashido commented. “Oh, a private message? How scandalous!”
Kirishima turned his back to Ashido and she just peered over his shoulder at his phone.
Bakugou Katsuki: Like I'd work in some barren ass kitchen. Get yourself some proper kitchenware then we will talk.
Kirishima smiled to himself.
Kirishima Eijirou: What do you recommend? We could always do it at your place, you know.
It took a few minutes but Bakugou eventually replied with a link to an Amazon wishlist labeled 'Basic cooking shit for dumb fucks'.
“Mina,” Kirishima said rising from the couch, “it's time to go shopping!”