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It’s now midweek. Bakugou’s given Deku a simple list of jobs for him to do. First, he needs to go down to the I.T department and pick up a laptop for him to work on.

Then call the manager of finance and schedule a meeting with Kirishima. He needs to call one of the suppliers back and arrange a telephone meeting. Bakugou assumes all that will take Deku probably the whole morning to get done, peacefully he hopes.

Bakugou does his own work efficiently. Sometimes rewarding himself with looks at Kirishima, sometimes catching him looking back. Which he would always pay back with a smirk. Fuck. He wants to just grab that man by his hair while getting he’s getting finger fucked by him.

Those fingers look so dang thick and perfect, like they belong on and inside Bakugou, nobody else.

Whilst Bakugou was having a dirty daydream Deku wordlessly returns. He pays him no mind. It’s a shame he can’t say the same for his disgusting scent that& #39;s currently assaulting Bakugou’s nose. Great. Deku ruined his fun by just existing.

Bakugou groans when he hears him talking on the phone, least with him turned away from Bakugou means he can’t hear him too well. Oh well, he’ll just have to resume his daydream later.

A couple of hours pass and Bakugou is done with all his work so he decides to check on Midoriya.

“Deku!” Bakugou yells from his desk, making Deku flinch in surprise, “It’s nearly lunchtime so you done?”

“Kinda…” he stands and walks over to Bakugou’s desk, eyes fixed on the ground as he fiddles with his hands in front of him.

“What do you mean ‘kinda?’”

“I just had one or two problems and I tried to fix them on my own because you said I need to ‘use my head’ and...well…”

“Urgh,” Bakugou looks down at his desk as he groans, then rests his head on his hand before he continues, “Ok tell me what the fuck you did so I can fix it.”

“I went to the I.T department like you said but, they said they couldn& #39;t give me anything but this really old one that has a bootleg copy of Windows 97 on it and I’ve been trying to make it work but it keeps crashing and-”

“I swear to fucking god, getting anything out of those stingy bastards down in I.T is like getting blood from a stone.”

“So it isn& #39;t my fault?”

“Of course it is. You’re the one who accepted that piece of junk instead of telling them to give you something that wasn’t used by a caveman. Anything else?”

“I called the manager down in finance but with that laptop, I couldn’t check Mr Kirishima’s schedule so I wrote down on a piece of paper when he said he’s available,” Deku starts to pat down his pockets, before emptying them and looking over the contents in his hands.

Bakugou is now resting his head forward on his hand, “Anything fucking else?”

“O-oh uhm...well I couldn’t find the supplier’s contact details to email or call them so I used a caller directory on my phone but while they had me on hold my phone ran out of credit. -

Did you know those companies charge those calls at £3 a minute! It’s really expensive and also! I really did try Kacchan I promise! I tried not to mess up! I tried not to bother you but I cou-”

“Deku shut up.” Bakugou interrupts him. He looks up at the misty-eyed man in front of his desk. “I didn’t think it was possible for you to fuck up this bad and not do one single task right.-

I gave you the whole morning to do them and they should’ve only taken about 10 minutes but no. You somehow manage to-”

“Midoriya!” Kirishima calls out from his open office door and begins to walk over to them both. “Why don’t you do me a favour and head out to get us some coffee,” -

he reaches into his inner pocket on his suit and pulls out his wallet, and hands it to Midoriya, “and why don’t you pick out a few snacks for us all?”

Deku smiles as he wipes his eyes, “Will do sir!”

“Thanks Midoriya,” Kirishima puts an arm around him and squeezes his arm.

Bakugou then smells Kirishima’s comforting alpha scent, making all his Deku induced rage dissipate. It makes him feel like he’s wrapped in Kirishima’s big strong arms. But wait, he’s pumping out this scent for DEKU?!

After waving off Deku Kirishima turns to face Bakugou.

“Why the fuck did you do that?!”

Kirishima puts his hands into his pockets, “Well it’s nearly lunchtime so it seemed like a good idea?”

“Shouldn’t he be fixing his mistakes?! When he comes back with the wrong order are you going to give him a pat on the head or a raise? Just out of curiosity.

“Didn’t you say yourself that it wouldn’t take long to fix all these mistakes? So you should be done before he even gets back. And have some faith in him, he might just surprise you.”

Kirishima walks away with his phone out.

Bakugou grumbles as he starts to work through Deku’s mess. It doesn’t take long to make a couple of phone calls and set up the correct meeting times. Then he’s downstairs in front of the head of I.T demanding a much more modern laptop for Deku to use.

After a few idle and some not so idle threats they relent and give Bakugou a new laptop, still in the box. Bakugou might have caught sight of a certain mop of green hair walking outside of the building which made him power walk up back to his floor.

By the time Deku returns there& #39;s a new laptop booting up on his impromptu desk with the old one thankfully gone.

He carefully walks with three coffee cups snugly inside the cardboard holder with a plastic bag hanging from his hand underneath. Bakugou does his best to seem relaxed before he asks, “what took you so long?”

“Sorry Kacchan, there was a really long line.”

Bakugou rolls his eyes. Lukewarm coffee will have to do. He lifts the cup to his lips before muttering to Deku, “That& #39;s for you by the way.” pointing at the laptop now ready for use.

“Wait, how did you? Oh my god, Kacchan this is amazing!” Deku puts the coffees down on his desk as he logs ins.

Bakugou takes a sip of coffee. Pausing to taste it carefully, *How the hell does he know how I like my coffee?!*

Kirishima walks out and heads to them both, he helps himself to one of the coffee cups.

“By the way thanks for the message, Mr Kirishima! I was-”

Kirishima shushed Deku and tried to stop him finishing that sentence.

*Oh,* Bakugou realised. Kirishima had messaged Deku and told him exactly how they both like their coffee. Sneaky bastard.

Deku takes the white box out of the carrier bag and holds it open facing Bakugou. Inside there& #39;s an assortment of doughnuts with brightly coloured icing and sprinkles. Bakugou scoffs, “Couldn& #39;t have got something less sugary?”

“Oh sorry, I forgot you’re not a big fan of sweets,” Deku looks down, disappointed he forgot such a crucial piece of information when picking out the treats.

Kirishima looked from behind Deku’s shoulder before reaching over and helping himself to one of the rainbow-coloured snacks. Deku turned his face towards Kirishima when he sees his arm reaching.

Bakugou grinds his teeth together as he sees Deku and Kirishima gets far too fucking close for comfort. He’s unsure if the unusual smell in the air is from the food or Deku trying to seduce Kirishima.

He’s very much mistaken if he thinks an alpha like Kirishima would even look twice at him. Fucking idiot.

Well if Deku is really dumb enough to try and steal Kirishima away from Bakugou then he’ll just have to come up with a way to show Deku just how sorely mistaken he is.

A few hours later Bakugou has his little plan in place. He’s jammed up the photocopy machine with way too much paper and kicked it for good measure. He told Deku to tell Mr Kirishima that it’s broke and to fix it.

He rolls up his skirt until a little slither is skin is showing above his stockings then he unbuttons his blouse from the valley between his nipples and his neck.

leaving it wide open as he leans back over the machine, trying his best to look natural and seductive at the same time. Bakugou waits for Mr Kirishima with nerves prickling in the back of his mind.

Bakugou reminds himself to take deep breaths if he wants to appear cool and calm in front of his boss.

When he hears the door handle starts to turn he holds his breath in his throat as he stays in position, waiting for Kirishima to look at him with pure want and just maybe he’ll have the balls to take him right there.

“Oh, there you are Mr Kirishima, you’ve kept me waiting,” he says in a breathier voice, leaning his head back as he spoke to make his neck appear longer.

“Uh…Hey Bakugou.”

Bakugou snaps his head down and there in the doorway is….Denki Kaminari. The office maintenance man.

“The fuck are you doing here?!”

“I got a call saying that the photocopier is broken so I came to fix it…”

“Where is Mr Kirishima?” Bakugou asks as he stood with his arms folded.

“Uh, no idea, but you do know he’s the CEO right? So he wouldn’t be the one repairing that?” Kaminari says as he lifts one of his brows and points to the machine behind Bakugou.

“Y-yes of course, I know that!” Bakugou says a blush tinges his cheeks.

“Riiight because you did say something about Mr Kirishima when I walked in like you were expecting him or something”

“Well, I’m not obviously. Now hurry up and fix this.” Bakugou pushes himself off the photocopier before he starts to walk out the room, bumping shoulder with Kaminari as he passes him.

“Oh by the way,” Kaminari starts as he sticks his head out of the door and Bakugou turns around, “Your buttons are undone,” and with a smile, he waves Bakugou off.

Bakugou turns away as he buttons up his blouse. His blush now extending to his neck and ears.

Once he gets back to his floor he corners Deku in the coffee room. Slamming the door shut behind him before marching right up into his face and asking, “Why the fuck didn’t you do as I told you and tell Mr Kirishima to fix that fucking machine?!”

“B-but Kacchan I did but he phoned the maintenance department and there was nothing I could do! And why did you even want him to go down there anyway?”

“None of your fucking business!” Bakugou turns and walks away, his body still tense as he mutters, “Fuck sake want a job done right have to do it myself useless fucking Deku…”

Thankfully Bakugou might have expected Deku to fuck it up somehow (because of course he fucking would.)

Bakugou carries a stack of paperwork with him to a hallway that he knows Kirishima will be walking down on his way back to his office. He waits around the corner, laying down while listening for his boss to exit the room and walk towards him.

Once he’s within earshot he throws the papers into the air and groans. Kirishima finds Bakugou, on the floor, papers flying everywhere and looking like he’s just fallen down.

“Bakugou you ok?” he asks, rushing down to Bakugou’s side.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. I just...slipped.”

Before Bakugou can continue Deku appears out nowhere and is instantly bombarding Bakugou with a million questions.

“What happened? Kacchan are you ok? Can you walk? Is anything broken? Kacchan?” Deku nudges Kirishima out the way without realising.

“I don’t need an ambulance for fuck sake! Just...I don’t know go get me a glass of water.”

“Ok, I can do that! I’ll be right back,” Deku says right before he rushes off as fast as his legs will carry him.

He’s acting like Bakugou’s life depends on him getting this glass of water.

“Is there anything I can do for you Bakugou?” Kirishima asks.

Bakugou thinks for a moment before smiling and lifting his leg up until his ankle is right under Kirishima’s mouth, making his skirt ride up and making no attempt to hide his underwear, “Mr Kirishima, does this swollen to you?”

Kirishima looked down at Bakugou’s ankle, Bakugou can tell he is doing his best trying not to stare at his legs or underwear. He carefully holds Bakugou’s foot and calf, inspecting the area for any injury.

“Uh, looks good to me,” Kirishima says as his hand gently glides down Bakugou’s leg.

“Are you sure? Take a really good look,” Baugou bites his lip after speaking, trying to act coy.

Kirishima narrows his eyes slightly, doing as Bakugou demanded. Such intense eyes on him only make Bakugou’s skin feel like it’s tingling where Kirishima is touching him, and holy fuck he wants to find out what it’d feel like to have those fingers all over him and inside him.

A moment or two later there& #39;s hurried footsteps rushing towards them. Bakugou rolls his eyes, it must be Deku with his glass of water.

The footsteps continue, getting closer and then suddenly in a blur of green Deku has run into Kirishima with a bunch of items like a first aid kit, towels and a glass of water all go flying.

The water lands on Mr Kirishima’s face, chest and quickly runs down his shirt. Making his white shirt go clear and the fabric stick close to his abs.

Bakugou would have loved to enjoy the view but it’s ruined with Deku laying on top of Mr Kirishima with his head pressed onto his stomach and therefore far too close to Kirishima’s junk for Bakugou’s liking.

It seems they were both dazed from the fall as Bakugou watches Deku come to a realization of what he’s dropped and where it’s landed but not quite where he has landed. He’s immediately on his knees scrambling out a plethora of apologies as Mr Kirishima rubs the back of his head.

Deku grabs a handful of some towels he brought down and starts to rub on Mr Kirishima’s chest and stomach before going to reach down to his pants, Bakugou is up on his feet pulling him off Mr Kirishima.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Bakugou yells into Deku’s face as he throws him up against a wall.

“I-I-I was just,” Deku tried to explain himself but his brain can’t seem to process everything quick enough.

Kirishima stands up, pulling Bakugou’s hands-off Deku’s shirt. As soon as Bakugou feels a hand around his wrist he smells Mr Kirishima’s protective scent, making his anger soften but his head tilts in confusion looking up.-

“Seems your ankle is fine now, so why don’t you pick up this mess while you calm down and Midoriya and I will see you back upstairs,” Kirishima says as he starts to walk off while still wiping himself down with a towel. Deku walks beside him, keeping his head down.

Bakugou has never been so angry and sad in his whole life. Did...did he do something wrong? Bakugou would never admit it out loud but while he was knelt down on the floor picking up all those items, he had to fight back the urge to shed a few frustrated tears.

After returning the items to his floor he excuses himself to the bathroom. Splashing some cool water on his cheeks helps him feel refreshed. He mentally scolds himself for having a weak bitch moment. If he gave up every time things got tough then he wouldn’t be where he is now.

He’s never quit before so he isn’t about to start now.

Thursday after work and Bakugou is at home getting himself ready for a full day of work tomorrow, followed by the office party.

He must have tried on nearly every item of clothing in his wardrobe before he settled on a sleeveless, red, turtle neck sweater along with a simple black pencil skirt with a high split on each side up to his thighs.

All tied together with a black jacket that he can slip off in the evening when at the bar. He picks out an equally gorgeous set of black lingerie with cute red ribbon details.

He did his skincare routine he only does when he was his skin to be flawless. All this would be pointless however if he didn’t get a good night sleep and stay hydrated.

His heat really must be close as Bakugou wakes up with his underwear drenched with his slick and his cock aching to be touched. He indulges in some self-love in the shower. He reaches his first orgasm embarrassingly quickly using a certain alpha as fuel for his fap session.

Feeling greedy he decides to take another bite of his schedule and go for another round. He has to rush through his make up, even so, it’s still flawless with the perfect shade of red lipstick to match his top.

He skips breakfast to get ready with barely any time to spare as he barely makes it onto the subway on time.

Bakugou struts into work with his confidence and sex appeal overflowing. That all too familiar, insatiable hunter gnaws at the back of his mind when Mr Kirishima wishes him a good morning.

Slick threatens to escape his pussy when he thinks about spending his heat being bred by him. He wonders if there was possibly any better feeling on this planet that being stuffed full of Kirishima’s virile seed.

The only one he could imagine that could compare to that one is the look on Kirishima’s face when he finally breaks and begs Bakugou to let him knot him.

Bakugou can’t wait for that day.

His wonderful bubble of fantasy is popped when he smells Deku in the vicinity to his desk. He says good morning to Bakugou who doesn’t bother to respond to him. Instead choosing to roll his eyes as he slumps down into his chair.

He reminds himself that this is the last day they have to work in the same office and then he’s off work. Thank fuck.

After answering a few emails Bakugou walks to Kirishima’s office. His tablet in hand with Deku trailing behind him as he prepares to go over the boss’ day.

“So, what we got planned for today?” Kirishima asks after both Bakugou and Deku sit down in the chairs in front of his desk.

“You have a meeting with one of the shareholders this morning. He said he had some questions about ethically sourcing our materials. This afternoon, you have…”-

Bakugou looks closer at the note that& #39;s written over Kirishima’s lunchtime slot, he narrows his eyes as he tries to read it, “Deku did you try writing this with your feet?”

Midoriya goes red before leaning over to look at the note Bakugou is looking at and says, “Oh your friend invited you to his restaurant, but as you had no openings for an evening meal I had to make it a lunchtime reservation.”

“Oh cool, that must be Tetsutetsu! How many people is the reservation for? If I remember right his place is really hard to get any table for.” Kirishima said as he stroked his chin in thought.

“For two,” Deku said with a nod.

Bakugou turned his gaze from Deku to Kirishima. ‘For only two eh? I swear if he takes Deku I will burn this building down. I will-’

His thoughts are interrupted when Kirishima smiles and says, “You’ll be fine holding down the fort while Bakugou and I head out, right?”

“Of course sir!” Deku beams.

Bakugou is momentarily stunned before regaining his composure, “Well now that& #39;s settled let& #39;s keep going,” he says as he taps the tablet.

Kirishima’s itinerary didn’t have much going on after lunch and after work was the staff get together.

Once Bakugou returned to his desk he excused himself, telling Deku he was heading to the bathroom to freshen up. It’s a secret Bakugou will take to his grave but, when he got into the bathroom and after he checked every stall was empty. -

He might have fist-bumped the air as he smiled and giggled to himself thinking about going out to lunch with Kirishima and about how his boss chose *him* to be there, not Deku.

Bakugou returns to his desk, now wearing his well-known scowl. They both go about their work, Bakugou watches the clock intently as he has to try and stop his giddiness showing.

When it comes time for them to leave Bakugou might be feeling slightly smug as he exits the office with Kirishima by his side. Feeling like he won the illusionary battle that& #39;s going on inside his head for Kirishima’s attention.

Inside the car, Kirishima asks, “probably should have asked you a little sooner but you like spinach right?”

“Uh yeah?” Bakugou asks while quirking a brow.

“Good, otherwise we might have to stop at a drive-thru on the way back,” Kirishima chuckles and takes Bakugou’s non-verbal queue to elaborate, “Tetsutetsu’s restaurant has a mostly spinach based menu.-

He and I met back in college and started doing some bodybuilding together. I dropped it after I left college and started working while he took it on professionally. And he became kinda well known for his outspoken stance against drugs and he always promoted a healthy lifestyle.”

Bakugou listened to Kirishima, unable to stop a smirk spreading across his lips as he watched him talk about someone who clearly meant a great deal to him. If the wide grin and enthusiastic gestures were anything to go by.

Then in the middle of one of his sentences Kirishima then suddenly looks sheepish, “oh sorry I was rambling. Kinda got carried away there.”

“It’s fine. Actually, it’s a nice change from Deku chewing my ear off,” Bakugou said as he tugged the hem of his skirt down.

Bakugou looks up at the building in awe as he exits the car with Kirishima holding the door for him. It’s elegant, from the bricks to the sign dangling down from above them and even down to the fabrics used for the curtains behind the glass windows.

Kirishima walks ahead and holds the door for Bakugou. “Y’know you don’t have to do shit like that for me,” Bakugou says as he passes Kirishima.

“Hm? Oh holding the door? I know that.”

“Then why waste your time and do it then?” they stand together as they wait to reach the hostess’ booth.

“Because some people are worth going that extra mile for.” Kirishima greets the hostess as Bakugou and he reaches the front of the line.

The pair are lead to their table. They both assumed it’d be just one of the regular tables, like the ones they passed on their way to the patio but it turns out that they were both very wrong.

The hostess opens a pair of doors wide, revealing a private dining room with a single table and four chairs inside it. The room is decorated much the same as the rest of the restaurant, warm and masculine.

Kirishima takes Bakugou’s jacket before sliding out his chair for him as he sits.

Bakugou shakes his head to himself as Kirishima walks around and is seated across from him. Their waiter hands them a couple of menus before asking if they’d like to try the wine made by the restaurant. They both agree.

Bakugou takes a sip of the wine, Kirishima does the same. As Bakugou tastes the liquid his first reaction to it tasting not quite how he was expecting is confusion. He expected it to taste like a regular, run of the mill white wine.

But it doesn’t taste dry or fruity, it takes him a moment or two to place what the familiar taste is...spinach.

“If you don’t like it you can spit it out, don’t force yourself to drink it,” Kirishima says to Bakugou as he swirls the liquid in his closed mouth.

Bakugou makes a show to smile as he drinks the liquid, his eyes never leaving Kirishima’s for a moment before he responds, “Sorry sir but I *always* swallow.”

The waiter stood beside the table with the bottle of wine still in hand visibly has to stifle his giggle as Bakugou watches his poor boss turn a deep shade of red. Kirishima dismisses the waiter after getting both of their glasses filled.

They’re both alone now. The only sounds filling the room are the trickle of the lavish water feature taking up a large corner of the room. Kirishima tries to hide his face by drinking his wine as Bakugou continues to watch him.

“Y’know,” Bakugou begins as he strokes a finger up the stem of his wine glass, “this is kinda like a date. Don’t you think so too?”

Kirishima stops himself dead in his tracks mid drink as he takes in what Bakugou said. “I, I-uh, I don’t think so. This is just...just a business lunch. That& #39;s all.” he sputters out.

Bakugou slipped off his heels as Kirishima fumbled his words and began to creep his stocking covered feet across the expanse of space between them under the table. “Oh, so you make it a habit to bring your employees out to lunch?”

“No b-but,” Kirishima jumped in surprise as Bakugou’s toes first made contact with his clothed shin. “But, I think it’s important that-that we…”-

his train of thought starts to crash as Bakugou works his way higher and higher up the alpha’s leg, he’s now rubbing the entire length of Kirishima’s calve. He clears his throat before finishing his sentence, “That we have a strong working relationship.”

“What if I don’t want a ‘working relationship’ with you? What if I want something more....*intimate*?” Bakugou rests his head on one hand before licking the pad of his index finger. He takes the wetted fingertip and starts to slowly circle the rim of his glass with it.

“We’ve been over this Bakugou. You and I wouldn’t work, it’s not appropriate and what would everyone say?” Kirishima smiles with his mouth but not with his eyes so it’s easy to tell he’s forcing it.

“Ah yes, that old crap. What do YOU want though?” Bakugou’s glass sings out in a quiet, subtle pitch.

Kirishima thought for a moment, looking down at his hands as the question was repeated in his head. “What I want is irrelevant, I have to do what& #39;s best.”

Bakugou’s finger stops. “Hmph, too scared to even answer my question? Don’t you ever just want to to say ‘fuck it’ and do what and who you want?”

“Think I might be a tad too old for the ‘fuck it’ attitude.” Kirishima’s shoulders rumble slightly as he chuckles to himself.

“I don’t think anybody is ever too old to go for what they want.” Bakugou smiles as he tilts his head to the side, they might be disagreeing with each other but it’s more akin to playful banter than harsh words.

Restaurant staff interrupt their conversation as they enter and take their orders. They enjoy their starter and main. the conversation flows easily with Bakugou flirting with Kirishima and the alpha dodging the omega’s teasing.

The pair get a pleasant surprise after finishing their main course, the chef, long time best friend and owner of the establishment pays them a personal visit. Kirishima is beaming as he quickly rises to his feet with his arms stretched out, “Bro!”

“Bro!” the tall, silvery haired man responds in kind to Kirishima. He’s wearing a white, short-sleeved chef’s jacket with black trousers. On one side of the jacket, his name is embroidered along with a silver spinach leaf underneath it.

There& #39;s a pen tucked behind one of his ears. Both of them slap each other’s backs as they embrace.

Bakugou is slightly taken aback as he watches them. He’s never seen his boss act so friendly and relaxed around anyone before. Then he’s treated to the scent of the man he has yet to be introduced to.

Bakugou swallows, a subconscious reaction to something so delicious dancing on his tongue. There& #39;s no mistaking it, just like Kirishima’s scent, this is definitely the scent of an alpha.

After exchanging greetings Kirishima turns to Bakugou, “Ah sorry Bakugou. haven’t seen this guy in a long time so really happy to catch up! Where are my manners?”-

as they walk towards the table, Kirishima with his arm still around his friend as the silver-haired alpha eyes Bakugou up and down who is now standing. “This is my best bro, Tetsutetsu!”

Bakugou admires the toned arms of Tetsutetsu as he reaches for his hand. Noticing his chef’s jacket straining to hold all those muscles when he flexes his arm slightly as he grips Bakugou’s hand, “Pleasure to meet ya,”-

instead of letting his hand go, however, Tetsutetsu leans down and plants a very gentle kiss on the back of Bakugou’s hand. He winks at the omega as he stands again.

Bakugou blushes, Tetsutetsu’s actions making his heart start to beat ever so slightly faster. He puts his relaxed reaction down to his heat being just around the corner. That must be it, otherwise, Bakugou might have been tempted to snatch his hand away and tell the alpha off.

They all take a seat around the table before Kirishima asks Tetsutetsu about how he’s doing, the restaurant and other boring chit chat.

After being polite and letting them speak for a bit Bakugou interjects the conversation and asks, “You’ve known Kirishima since college right? What was he like?”

“He was always hard-working, laughing and never on time with pretty much any of his assignments,” they both laughed, “though he was always working at least two sometimes three jobs so I couldn’t really blame him for always being tired, -

even though I did offer to help him out with one of the jobs I was doing but he said he didn’t wanna do porn so,” Tetsutetsu shrugs.

Kirishima chuckled as he stroked the back of his neck, “uh maybe you shouldn’t be telling him that kinda thing…”

Bakugou’s brain is on the verge of going into an early heat as his mind is filled with images of not only Tetsutetsu naked with his alpha cock out, but he also imagines Kirishima doing the same and oh boy did his body temperature sharply rise.

“Bakugou? You ok there?,” Kirishima asks as he and Tetsutetsu look at Bakugou with one of his eyebrows slightly raised.

Bakugou clears his throat, “I’m fine I just...spaced out a little.”

“What, because of your heat?” Kirishima pours Bakugou a tall glass of water.

Tetsutetsu’s ears seem to prick up at that, “your heat’s coming up eh? Hope you have an alpha at home to take care of you.” he says with a flirtatious tone and a smile showing off his pearly white, sharp teeth.

Bakugou smiles as he uses his thumb to wipe away the stray water drops on his lips from his drink of water. “Well as it just so happens, I’m trying to get a particular alpha to help me out but all he seems to like to do is let me down.”

“Heh, that& #39;s too bad if I was your alpha,” Tetsutetsu leans back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head while he casually flexes his biceps. “I wouldn’t let your needs go so unsatisfied. Maybe this alpha you’re chasing is just an idiot.”

Bakugou laughs, “Don’t I know it...maybe I’m going after the wrong alpha perhaps?”

“Excuse me a moment,” Kirishima says as he leaves the table, he places his folded up napkin on the table whilst a blush is spread across his cheeks. Bakugou’s whole body follows his direction.

“So…” Tetsutetsu begins, “I’m guessing the alpha you were talking about just left the room, right?”

Bakugou looks at him, eyes going slightly wider as he sits there open-mouthed and fumbling over his words.

“Look, I don’t know what& #39;s going on between you two but I sure as hell don’t want to get in the middle, ESPECIALLY if it hurts my bro.” Tetsutetsu’s flirtatious look and voice are gone as brings his arms down and crosses them while waiting for Bakugou to reply.

“Well, there is no ‘us,’ Kirishima keeps saying he’s too old and it’s inappropriate but he’s never said he doesn’t want to,” Bakugou rolls his eyes as he explains.

“Hmm,” Tetsutetsu thinks, “maybe you two just gotta talk it out, y’know? Outside of the office.”

Bakugou hums, agreeing with what Tetsutetsu said in his head. Maybe he’ll get his chance at the office party tonight.

A restaurant employee walks in, he apologises for his intrusion and then informs Tetsutetsu that there& #39;s a problem. He asks for an explanation to which his employee tells him,

“There& #39;s a hole in the men’s restrooms, looks like someone has punched one of the walls.”

“What the hell?!” Tetsutetsu grumbles. He waves the employee off after telling him he’ll be right out now to handle it. He stands to leave Bakugou but before he does he takes the pen out from behind his ear, turning around and scribbling something down on a napkin,

“in case you and Ei don’t work out and he’s cool with it then feel free to call on my services anytime,” he says before starting to walk out and leave, giving Bakugou a chance to watch his buns of steel as he walks but he stops and turns back,-

“for the record though, I’m pretty sure Kirishima is really into you.” With that he leaves Bakugou alone with his thoughts in the room.

He smiles to himself as he looks over the phone number before he tucks it away. Kirishima re-enters the room.

“Took you long enough,” Bakugou jokes as his boss sits down.

“Sorry about that,” Kirishima says this with a more cold, detached tone. He barely looks Bakugou in the eyes as they eat their dessert.

There& #39;s an awkward moment between them when Kirishima’s folded up napkin on the table gets knocked to the ground and it unfurls to reveal a butter knife bent into a shape resembling a boomerang.

Bakugou is confused at first, understandably but he decides it’s best to not press his boss for answers.

The silence between them carries on into their car ride back to the office.

Bakugou isn’t one for idle chit chat at the best of times and usually, he can barely get Kirishima to keep his thoughts and voice to himself but right now, he can barely get Kirishima to even acknowledge him.

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