Okay guys. Here is the truth... Yes I have been studying A LOT, but I have also been binge reading other peoples fanfics because they are so great, that I just haven't bothered with my own...OOOPPSIE..And I went to my first comicon yesterday (had the time of my fucking life) I cosplayed MOMO and spent nearly $300 .w. so with that said, here is ma next chapta asshats..with much love

Kirishima POV

ALRIGHTY then.... I have only arrived 20 minutes early because I'm so damn nervous.. I need to seriously mentally prepare for this....I don't even know what to call this. Probably a torture session. I didn't think he would actually agree to meet me here. I just figured he would beat the money out of me to replace the tea..I order myself a coffee because why the hell not, and just guessed on what kinda tea he had. I remember when it spilled all over me, that it was a deeper green color. So I figured it was matcha tea. As I stare at my cup and circle the rim with my pointer finger, still deep in thought, I hear the jingle of the door opening and look up. But it wasn't him, so I continue to stare into the abyss of my black steaming coffee.

Finally I bring the cup up to my lips and slowly sip it, trying not to burn the shit out of my mouth. I slightly tip the cup down so it isn't obscuring my vision, and almost spat all the coffee out of my mouth. I slammed my cup down as slightly screeched " WHaT In ThE HelL?!?!?!" as some of the coffee overflows onto the table. "Way to go dipshit" Bakugo says. "When the hell did you get here?" I ask as I frantically start swabbing up the coffee with some napkins. "I slipped in right after that dude buying shit at the counter. You sure are a fucking cluts aren't you?" "Normally I'm not, but apparently just in front of you I am.."I get up to go throw away all the dirty napkins and when I turn around I noticed that their is now a nice steamy bun sitting on our table.

I wiggle myself back into the booth and stare at him intently..."Are you going to eat that.....?" I ask curiously. *Bakugo runs his hand through his hair, with a really irritated expression now on his face* ".....Did I say something wrong?" I say with a closed mouth smirk. *deeply inhales and exhales* "...I brought this for you....I figured since you were buying me a new tea...that should get you a new stupid fucking steamed bun, since you for some reason dropped it on the sidewalk...TCHHH, fucking dumb fuck." My eyes light up with joy and snatch it off the table and go to take a bit. Next thing I know, HE HAS HIS FUCKING FINGER IN MY MOUTH.

I drop the bun out of sheer shock, as he starts to lean in closer and closer to my face. "U-U-ummm what are you doing?" I try to say, but it sounds all muffled since his pointer finger is still in my mouth. He then grabs my chin with his thumb and pulls me even closer to his face. Avoiding eye contact, I can feel my cheeks start to blush. "Your teeth are so fucking pointy. How do you even brush your teeth without destroying a tooth brush?" "Ugghhhh well ya see...it would be a lot easier to talk without you shoving your fingers down my throat.." He glares up at me with big curious eye, and a notice a little smirk come across his face.

He finally slips his finger out of my mouth and then licks my drool that was on his finger from me try to talk with it in my mouth. I feel my face turn bright red and I almost start to sweat. My heart is racing and I feel like I just want to run away...again. His smirk continues to grow the more embarrassed I get. " You're so funny." he teased me, breaking the tension in the air. "So how did you know what kinda tea to get me? I never told you what I had." he asks me leaning back into his seat. "Well, when I ended up wearing it all over myself, I noticed the green tint to it, and I also recognized the smell. My mom always makes matcha tea at home." I say rubbing the back of my head.

I watch as he swiftly gets up and he slithers into the both next to me. I grasp onto the seat from nervousness, still staring forward, not acknowledging that he decided to sit next to me. I feel him lean in closer to me. " You know, if you didn't run away like a little bitch, I would have gladly licked the tea off your body.....By the way, did you get burned by the tea?" I slap my hands to my face to hide the redness that, once again, filled my face. "Y-Yeah, I mean N-No, I didn't get burned. I used my quirk in enough time to block the hot tea from touching my skin." *still has hands on his face* "Kirishima" I hear his ask me. "hmm" I scruffally reply. (No clue if that is even a real word) He rips my hands from my face and grabs onto my face with one hand, squishing my cheeks together and forces me to look at him. "Will you fucking look at me when I'm talking to you, damn. Learn some fucking manners you piece of shit." he says looking grumpy

....hmph.. I'm to the one that needs to work other their stinkin manners, geeez. I'm not the one swearing in every statement I make..whatever. "What is your quirk anyway Kirishima?" he asks me. "I can turn hard" I say, not realizing how that must actually sound...I see his eyes widen and his mouth barely parts. "O-Ooooohhhh NOOO, NOT LIKE THAT, SHIT FUCK, that was a terrible way to explain it." I frantically say *slaps his hand over his eyes* He grabs my hand and peals it away from my eyes. ".....I told you to look at me when you speak to me shit head." he says as he grins at me. "Well, then explain it to me in a better way dippy."

Bakugo is still holding my had...."How about I show you instead." I see him slightly start to blush, but I don't think he realizes it... he is way to fucking cute GOD. I begin to harden the hand that he is holding. He quickly release it and starts shouting at me. "AHHHH WHAT THE FUUUUUUCK...THAT ACTUALLY KINDA HURT YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!!" I slap my handover his mouth so he stops friggin screaming in the coffee shop. I look over at the worker, who is now staring at us intently. "SORRYYYYY!" I say waving my hand at her.

Bakugo slaps my hand away from his mouth and puts his face so close to mine that our foreheads are touching. He wispers to me "Don't you ever fucking slap your hand on me like that again. Or I swear to god I'll murder you right where you are." My eyes almost pop out of my skull. He brings up his finger to my face and shows me he is bleeding. "Oh my gosh, I'm sososososososososososo sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." "Well how are you going to make it feel better then hmmmmm?" he smirks at me whistle say so. "I-I-I, hold on." I push him out of the booth an I sprint to the bathroom.

Bakugo POV

Did that shit hair just push me....That really fucking pisses me off...And why did he go running into the bathroom. Did he almost shit his pants when he saw he cut me... I might as well go get him. *continues to kick through the door* "Oi fuck face, what the fuck are you doing?" I ask as I'm walking over to him. "I wetting some paper towel to clean your bloody finger off. You said to make it better, didn't you..." He grabs my hand and starts to dab the blood away. "See, all better." he says as he shows me my finger.

I put my hand around his waist and pull him in close to me. So close that we are basically one person. Why does he always have such a train wreck of an expression on his face when I get so close to him...Makes me want him more....dammit. "Tchhh, want to know what else can get wet?" I say as his face expression deepens. He lets go of my hand and looks down at the floor nervously. "Bakugo....." he pauses. "WHAT IS IT, just fucking spit it out." I demand him.

"Isn't Deku your boyfriend or whatever.....?" he says with a sigh. I stare at him with such a dumbfounded look which quickly turns into rage. Instead of punching his face into oblivion, I grasp my fist and walk out of the bathroom. Not saying a word. I walk back to the table to settle the rage that is still profusely building up inside me. I wait for him to come back to the table so I can properly blast his ass into next Tuesday.

Finally after a few minutes he takes his seat across from me looking extremely saddend. "Kirishima...WHY ON GODS EARTH WOULD YOU HAVE EVER THOUGHT THIS DISGUSTING OF AN IDEA?!?!?!?!" "Uuuuummm well, he seemed really clingy to you, and just the way he looked at you, I just figured you guys were together......I take that as you aren't then!" I say with a little to much enthusiasm. "No fuck face...I HATE HATE HATE that broccoli headed bitch.. You know I want to blast you in the face for evening thinking this right?" he said almost twitching out of his seat. "Yeah, I can obviously see that...Umm how come you haven't even drank any of your tea?" he asked quizzically.

"PFFFT, I didn't come here for the stupid ass tea. I came here to get your number....And to see your grimy face again." I said closing my eye and pointing my face towards outside. "REEEEEEAAAALLLLLY?!?!?!?" he said as he almost jumped over the table to sit next to me. We exchanged phones to add each others numbers to them. I peek over the top of the booth to see where that bitch worker went. Looks like she must have went into the back. "Hey Kirishima." "Yeah Bakugo, whats up?" as he wings his bright shark toothed smile right into my friggin face. FUCKING DAAAMMMNNNNIT, I can't deal with this anymore. I grab the back of his hair, slamming his lips into mine, and my cheeks instantly start to tingle. His is eyebrows shot up and he is staring at me, but he closes his eyes relaxing after five or six seconds, leaning more into it. I follow suit. Sliding my hand from the back of his head to his cheek, gently caressing it. I proceed to keep moving my hand to his bottom lip, graciously separating his lips, to force my tongue inside of his mouth. Our tongues entwine together, fighting for dominance...I obviously win as he pulls his head away from mine. He just stares at me.

"You guys may be really cute, but please, go get a fucking room already." We shot both of our heads to the girl that was standing in front of the table. "Mind your own fucking business you fucking creeper!" I said to get her to leave us the fuck alone. "Listen, we are going to be closing soon, plus you obviously have better things you can go do." She said as she shot Kirishima a look, then turned around to leave. "TCHH well, I mean she isn't wrong." as I look at Kirishima, who is yet again blushing. "You know your really cute when you are embarrassed." I tell him as I peck a kiss onto his hand. "Mmmmm, I'm really really reaaallllly glad you think so Bakugo, but it's starting to get late out, and I'm suuuuuuper sleepy."

"Maybe you should have drank your coffee numb brains." I scolded him. "Want me to walk you home shity hair?" *sigh* "No, it's fine. I have to run to the store before I get back home. My mom needs me to pick her up a few things since I'm out an about." "Whatever then, I'll catch you at school tomorrow then k. Now get out of my way." We walk outside and before we depart, I grab him by the wrist and tug him towards me. Planting another kiss on his lips. He pulls me in and takes a handful of my ass and slightly squeezes it, pushing our hips closer together.

BANG BANG BANG. "I fucking told you two to get a room, THAT DOESN'T MEAN TO JUST GO OUTSIDE AND DO THE SAME GAY ASS SHIT, GOD." the girl from the shop says while still banging on the door between each word she spits out of her filthy mouth. "Shut up you trifling bitch!" I screamed at here as she locked the door behind us. "I'll see ya tomorrow Bakugo." Kirishima says as he heads in the opposite direction of me. "See ya shit face." I respond back. Why the hell did he have to grab my ass like that....fucking teasing me and shit.. that rat bastard anyways.

Soooooo yeah I'm really sorry for this long ass chapter. I'm to lazy to try an figure out where to separate it into two chapters. I also feel it would be weird if I separated them. So yall can just fucking deal with it k. Hope you liked it!!!! The next chapter will more than likely be a filler, then the one after the will be more fluff + smut. So staaayyyyy tuned. Don't judge me for taking so long to make this chapter. PS I just found out that I got a second job at an anime store!!!! woot woot.