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Jock Kirishima and nerd Bakugou. Tuna style. *Cracks neck*
I don't wanna spoil anything so I'll just- CW: NSFW.
Eijirou Kirishima might not be the shiniest rock in the box, but he wasn't a complete idiot.
Jock Kirishima and nerd Bakugou. Tuna style. *Cracks neck*
I don't wanna spoil anything so I'll just- CW: NSFW.
Eijirou Kirishima might not be the shiniest rock in the box, but he wasn't a complete idiot.
He /knew/ his nerdy best friend Bakugou was hiding something from him.
And he intended to find out what it was.
And he intended to find out what it was.
He might not be a super spy or whatever either, but it wasn't exactly hard to figure out that every third Saturday of the month Bakugou was going somewhere to, Eijirou assumed, meet someone called ‘King’.
Mostly because of the blond’s immaculate organiser that he'd seen him note it down in, but still. He'd totally been kind of detective-y when he'd snuck a peek as his bestie filled in his upcoming plans and homework. Fine, he hadn't but shh.
And okay, /maybe/ the reason Eijirou wanted to know who King was so badly was because he was a little jealous. Just, like, a normal amount of jealous. ‘Cause Bakugou was his best friend, so he was /clearly/ just looking out for him. This ‘King’ could be a bad guy.
Nerdy chemistry majors couldn't look after themselves!
Eijirou conveniently chose to ignore the fact that Katsuki was trained in Krav Maga and Muay Thai and had recently taken up Brazilian Jui jutsu for ‘fun’ and to ‘get his abs hard enough that he could grate someone's fucking face on them’.
Alright /fine/, Bakugou could totally look after himself and Eijirou was just jealous of his mystery man, dammit!
His phone buzzed, pulling him from his thoughts. He snatched it out of the side of his gym bag quickly, fumbling a little as he unlocked it.
His hands were still kind of dirty from tackling people to the ground out on the field and he needed to take a shower, but he knew it had to be Bakugou texting him, so cleanliness could wait.
Kats <33: Oi meat head. Get me a sandwich I need to take a book back to the library.
Kats <33: And a drink. Fucking sugar free this time I don't want cavities.
Kats <33: And a drink. Fucking sugar free this time I don't want cavities.
Eijirou found himself smiling as he typed his reply quickly, before putting his phone back in his bag, taking off his helmet as he kicked off his cleats, pulled off his padded jersey and shucked his trousers, before heading into the showers.
Me: sure thing bro! <3
Me: sure thing bro! <3
Katsuki never texted him a heart back, but it was fine, he knew the blond liked him, he'd have bitten or punched him already if he didn't.
Actually, now that he thought about it, most people stayed away from the angry nerd, instead of picking on him as you'd expect. Maybe because he shouted a lot?
“Woah! There's a snake in the shower!” Eijirou shouted dramatically as he walked past Tetsutetsu, and the silver haired man turned to laugh at him.
“You're just jealous, bro.” He grinned, lifting an arm as he lathered suds all over his upper body, huge dick dangling against his thigh limply as he bent to wash his legs.
“Nah man, that thing belongs in a zoo. I dunno how you can even fuck without passing out.” Kirishima snickered as he stepped beneath the spray a couple of shower head’s down in the communal showers.
“Oh hey that's hot, /woahhhh/~” he pretended to get woozy and swayed on the spot before ‘catching’ himself as T snorted and rolled his eyes at him.
“Why'd ya think I eat so much spinach? Need all the iron I can get.” Tetsutetsu stood and flexed his bicep with a grin and they both laughed, before Inasa walked into the showers, looking sour faced and brooding until he saw them.
And suddenly he was an oversized puppy, smiling happily as he started up a conversation and congratulated them for their performances in practice, shampooing his shaved head roughly.
After his quick but rowdy shower Eijirou dressed, dried his hair and tied it up in a high ponytail with his favourite black scrunchy, before heading over to the sinks to look in one of the mirrors and grin at his -if he did say so himself- very hot reflection.
He’d been too busy to get a haircut for a couple of months, so his hair was just past shoulder length now, but damn if it didn't suit him, He pinched and pulled a thick strand of freshly died hair from his updo to let it free to frame his face.
He gave himself the finger guns and a wink, before grabbing his phone and school bag and heading from the changing room.
He checked his phone as he joined the lunch queue.
He checked his phone as he joined the lunch queue.
Kats <33: Stop calling me bro or I'll punch you. Idiot.
Me: Awh bro you don't really mean that! <3
Kats <33: That's it. Hope you like broken ribs. Bro.
Me: Awh bro you don't really mean that! <3
Kats <33: That's it. Hope you like broken ribs. Bro.
Eijirou snorted loudly and sent Bakugou a line of kissy face emojis, before slipping his phone in his jeans pocket. It was a bit of a squeeze, he liked his jeans /tight/.
Tight and stretch fit to show off his rockin thick thighs and sculpted ass. He didn't work out to get jacked for nothing, he wanted to show off his hot bod.
He’d walk around shirtless all the time if he could, but obviously the college campus wasn't the place to practice being a partial nudist, so he'd donned a dark red muscle fit t-shirt after practice, and it was tight enough that it was the next best thing to not wearing it at all
He grabbed a tray and moved down in the line, looking at the food on offer, “can I get four sausages, a chicken salad sandwich and three hard boiled eggs please?” He pondered for a moment as his tray was filled with his order, “and a ham and mustard sandwich on wholewheat.”
“Sorry, we've run out of wholewheat.”
Eijirou grimaced slightly. Katsuki was definitely gonna bitch. But that was cool, ‘cause he looked cute when he was angry.
Eijirou grimaced slightly. Katsuki was definitely gonna bitch. But that was cool, ‘cause he looked cute when he was angry.
He accepted the ham sandwich on white bread and moved to pay, after grabbing himself two cartons of milk and Bakugou a can of diet lemonade.
He took a seat next to Tetsutetsu and set about peeling his eggs and stuffing them in his mouth as his bro did the same, while the man's boyfriend rattled on about the new song he was writing excitedly from the other side of the table.
Kaminari had a real punk look going on, right down to the thick black leather collar around his neck, the two sides connected with a padlock that had the initial T engraved in it.
He knew Tetsutetsu wore the key around his own neck. It must be like some weird kind of friendship necklace type thing, but for boyfriends? If that was a thing?
“Move it, Sparky.” Bakugou shoved the smaller blond aside roughly and threw himself down on the bench opposite Eijirou with a scowl, lifting his bag strap over his head and dropping it to the bench beside himself, +
“fucking white bread, /again/?” He growled as he snatched the sandwich from the tray and ripped it open with perfect teeth.
/Cute/!
/Cute/!
“Oh great, Baku-bitch is here.” Kaminari grumbled as he rose and rounded the table to sit next to his boyfriend, where he was safer.
Bakugou lifted his top lip and bared his teeth at Kaminari for a long moment, brows set in a nasty scowl.
“Awh don't do that Bakugou, you'll give yourself wrinkles.” Eijirou teased immediately, grinning when his best friend tensed and shot him a confused look, the line between his brows softening, just a little.
“I'm twenty fucking one, how am I gonna get wrinkles? Dumbass.” He grumbled, but he turned back to his food, leaving Kaminari to sigh in relief.
Bakugou looked like a snack today, Eijirou noted as he polished off his third hard boiled egg and opened his own sandwich. He wore a light grey button down and dark grey slacks.
He never wore a tie, and his top two buttons were undone, but he still looked smart as hell. And sexy too, with his sleeves rolled up to just above his elbows and his black plastic framed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.
The lenses were relatively thin and perfectly rectangular, with thick bright orange arms that had a black X on one side.
Eijirou had honestly never wanted to come all over a pair of glasses more.
But only if they were still on Bakugou's beautiful face.
Eijirou had honestly never wanted to come all over a pair of glasses more.
But only if they were still on Bakugou's beautiful face.
“Oi, stop fucking staring at me. Creeper.”
Eijirou snapped from his thoughts quickly and apologised with a sheepish smile. He heard a muffled snort beside him and sneakily elbowed Tetsutetsu to tell him to shut up.
Eijirou snapped from his thoughts quickly and apologised with a sheepish smile. He heard a muffled snort beside him and sneakily elbowed Tetsutetsu to tell him to shut up.
He opened one half of his sandwich and put two sausages on it, before smashing the lid back on with force and taking a big bite, humming his approval as he chewed.
“/Gross/. Why'd you always ruin perfectly good sandwiches like that?” Katsuki grumbled, disgust evident in his tone.
Eijirou took another bite before waving his half eaten sandwich for emphasis, “I didn't ruin it, I made it /better/! Wanna try?” He offered after swallowing, moving the bread slowly closer to the blond’s face as he wiggled his eyebrows and smiled cheekily.
“Chicken salad and /sausage/? On white bread? I don't think so, hair for brains.”
“Come oooon you know you want to really Baku-bro.” He moved it a little closer.
“Come oooon you know you want to really Baku-bro.” He moved it a little closer.
“Ugh /fine/. Fucking freak.” Katsuki took a bite of his sandwich and chewed, wrinkling his nose as Eijirou polished off the rest and put the last two sausages on the other half.
“Good, right?” He prompted when the blond swallowed and snatched his Diet lemonade from Eijirou's tray.
“Better than eating shit, I guess. Still fucking weird though.” Bakugou popped the top of his can and downed half in one go, before eating his own sandwich.
“I honestly thought you were gonna lose a finger then, Kirishima. I was about to go ask for a cup of ice.” Kaminari said, eyes on Bakugou as he teased from the safety of the other side of the table.
“Shut the fuck up Dunce Face, or /you'll/ lose a finger.” Bakugou snapped immediately, before finishing his food and dumping the rubbish on Eijirou's tray, +
+ “Right, I'm off losers. Try not to lose any more I.Q points while I'm gone. I'll get lunch tomorrow, text me what you want later.” He directed at Kiri as he stood and snatched up his bag and half empty drink, before stalking away without another word.
Eijirou held his breath as he watched that /fantastic/ ass round the corner, before he blew it out in a rush, “oh my god I'm /so/ in love with him.” He whined and shoved his tray aside to bury his face in his crossed arms as Tetsutetsu and Kaminari burst out laughing beside him.
