I'm a piece of shit for taking so long for this chapter. But I refuse to apologize, so fuck you.

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SO this whole chapter is going to be from Bakugos POV....

I try to slip into my front door unnoticed, but seconds after I hear the click of the door, I knew what was to be expected. "The fuck have you been ass wipe? You're covered in so much dirt...Do I even want to know what happened?" my mom says to me. "Why can't you ever just leave me the hell alone women? I just tripped is all." I explain "HA, yeah tripped into that boys ass is what it looks like. You think I'm that stupid or something. Dirty knees and it almost looks like handprints on the back of your shirt, pshhh boi" "MOM, shut the flying fuck up. You think I'm just going to listen to your retarded ass? I'm going to bed" I said, interrupting her. I head up the stairs with a wave of my hand.

I plop on my bed and stare at my ceiling. I didn't even notice how dirty I was until she had pointed that out. Shit, I can't imagine how filthy Kirishima must be...My mind wanders to what he had told me, that he has never done anything with anyone before. Pretty surprised considering how attractive he is. A warm sensation grows in my stomach as I think of me being his first, what a pleasure to have been given to me. I mean, that was also my first time fucking someone else, and lord was it amazing. But alas, I've had shit done to me in the past by someone. Ughh, I just need some damn sleep already.

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The next day was uneventful. Just a boring day at school, at least we got to train today though. Let me blow off some pent up energy. "Ayyy Bakugo!" Kirishima says nudging me. "Sup shit hair?" I reply. "Come with me to the mall. I need to find some new clothes." he says in a demanding but soft tone. "Don't you have friends to go do shit like that with?" I say. "Well ya see, they got some other stuff going on. So that leaves you and me." he smirks at me. It quickly fades once he realizes what I said. "You don't consider me your friend?" he questioned me. *sigh* "Don't take things so personally, would ya. Besides you think I'd just fuck anybody? The hell kinda person you take me for.." I mumble at him. I look over at him and he's starting to blush. Kirishima rubs the back of his neck "Heh, I-I dunno. Let's just forget about it." he mussed.

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Mkay, so its been like forty-five minutes and this damn red head can't pick shit out for the life of him. Why does it always take him so much time to do anything. "Can you hurry the fuck up, I'd like to get home at a decent time to study dumbass." I bark at him. "Well, maybe if you'd do more than just stand there an help me, this would be going a lot smoother. Normally when you go shopping with somebody, they actually put some type of input to what looks good." he says to me while grabbing another shirt. "Tch, alright. Lets go try on some of this shit on asshole." I tell him while pushing him towards the dressing rooms. The store we chose to go to, had the type of dressing rooms where you don't need an associate to unlock for you, you just go in willy nilly. As I shove him into the little room, Kirishima turns to me confused "Ummm Bakugo, what're you doing...." "You asked for help, so Ima help you is all." I say in his ear.

This room is defiantly not meant for two people, so small an cramped. We barely have enough room to breathe. It quickly becomes warm from our bodies radiating heat. "What are you waiting for, you gunna take your shirt off or not. Oh wait, I forgot, you need help.." I tell him as I begin to yank his shirt up. Kirishima tries to tell me something, but he is too muffled by his shirt in his face for me to understand what he's saying. "Shut up bitch, you're the one who wanted help" I tease him as his head finds its way out of the shirt. I place my right forearm up against the wall next to his head and put my left hand against his abs, pushing him into the corner. His pupils almost look as if they are pulsing in his eyes. I smirk at his nervousness as I graze my fingers across the waves on his stomach. Kirishima bites his bottom lip, which drives me insane.

"I'm the only one aloud to bite that." I tell him as I pluck his lip out from under his teeth. "I beg to differ, but I won't argue with you. Why do you always have to tease me Bakugo?" he asks. "Because you know I think you're too cute when you get nervous. And it's soooo easy to make you flustered." I simply tell him. I pick up one of the numerous shirts he brought with him and throw it in his face. "Try that one on. Looks like something your shit head would wear." He slips it on and of course, he looks immaculate. I turn to grab him the next one, and while I whip back around, he's already shirtless. I can't take my eyes off of his pristine physique. My sight scrolls up his body to his red eyes that are staring back at me. I feel as if someone lit me on fire. Kirishima grabs the shirt out of my hands, "I grabbed this one for you." "Heh, I'll gladly take my shirt off for you, you don't have to beat around the bush Kirishima."

I promptly discard my shirt and to my surprise, Kirishima grabs my waist, wrenching me forwards into him. "You think you can just tease me all the time, don't think I'm just going to let you do that to me Bakugo." Before I could come back with a snarky remark, he kisses me. Not the normal way I'd expect him to, but much more aggressive. Immediately shoving his tongue in my mouth with unforeseen dominance. I didn't think he could be so authoritative, and that really got me going. He furiously grabs at my hair, breaking our kiss by jerking my head back so I'm looking up. Taking his tongue and licking my bottom of my neck all the way up, over my adam's apple. "Fucking Christ Kirishima, if you don't knock it off, I'm gunna fuck you in this dressing room. And we both know you can't stay quiet, so you'll sure be embarrassed walking out.." I spat at him. "Doesn't feel too good to be teased does it." he says, releasing me from his tight grip. "Tch, whatever." I grunt. We put our shirts back on and as he goes to pay for the items, I walk out of the store to wait for him. When he emerges from the store, he tosses me a small bag. "I told you I grabbed that shirt for you." he says with a heartfelt smile.

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We are heading back in the direction of our homes when we come to a stop to wait for the signal to turn for us to cross the street. From a slight distance I hear someone call "Hey Kirishima, Kacchan, wait up." Lo and behold it's Deku, gesturing us to wait for him. I let out a puff of irritated air out of my lungs. "I don't get why you despise him so much man. He just wants to be your friend." Kirishima tells me. "Because I don't need that pathetic weak ass as a friend, or as anything in my life, fucking k." I yell back at him. Midoriya makes his way to join us, "What are ya guys up to?" he asks us. "Piss off is what you should be doing fuck face." I say, not even looking at him. "Umm, we were just at the mall to grab a few things. Now we're heading home fer the day." Kirishima graciously tells Midoriya. Could this light take any fucking longer. I glance over at Kirishima and see a girl jogging over from a distance, glaring straight at me.

Aw fuck, I think to myself, as I realize what corner we are at. It's that whore cunt that works at that coffee shop. "WOULD YOU FUCKIN LOOK WHO IT IS!" she howls, smacking both Kirishimas and my shoulders. "UGHHHH, I thought Deku was bad enough, now I have to deal with this twat waffle too." I say as I face palm myself. "I pray you gaywads aren't disturbing the public with another appalling makeout session. So fucking thrilled you don't come to my coffee shop anymore. I think I'd vomit if I had to see that happen again to be honest." she continued to ramble on. "What is she talking about Kacchan?" Deku squawked. "None of your MOTHER FUCKING BUSINESS DeKu." I shriek. "Awwwee, you don't want your little green haired friend to know your secret ay? WEEELLLL these two have been face raping each other the last time I saw them. I tried to get them to stop, but mr.yells a lot had a nice choice of words for me." she explained, while she finally walks away.

"Is that true Kacchan?" Deku said, barely being able to make out his words. "I swear to god if your shit ass doesn't get the fuck out of here Deku, I'm going to beat the piss out of you and this butt hole faced bitch." I say gritting my teeth. "You know what Kacchan, I'm really getting sick an tired of you bullying me. I've always been nice to you no matter what. Even after you told me to kill myself. I don't know what you want from me.." Midoriya's words spewing out as tears weld up in his eye, but he didn't let the cross the border. "Are you fucking kidding me Bakugo? Talking shit to Midoriya is one thing, but you actually telling someone to kill themselves is fucked." Kirishima continued. "I don't even know what to think of you man. That really crosses the line. I really do like you, but if you're going to be that terrible of a person, well I just don't know if I can deal with that. I think you have some things you need to fix in your life before I can even be friends with you." he finishes, walking away. "Fuck....fuck...FUCK..FuCk..." I utter into my hands. "I swear I'm going to murder you myself Deku. Do you realize what you just did. I actually gave a fuck about that red hair bastard, an now he isn't going to ever talk to me. Because of you, fucking you." Uncontrolled small explosions trace my palms. "Honestly you don't even deserve someone as sweet as Kirishima. If you hurt me in any way, shape, or form, you won't be able to become a hero. So please, don't threaten me." Deku cockily responds.

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I get home to see that my parents left a note saying their going to be out of town for the next few days. I rummage through the liquor cabinet to find some vodka and swing some down. I feel like my reality has been shattered into a million pieces. My heart hurts ever time I think of what Kirishima said to me. I wish I wasn't the person I am. I just wish I could take back the things I've said and done, but theirs no changing the past. For the first time in my life, I really felt something for someone else, and now it's ruined. All because of my wretched past. As the day turns to night, the liquor continues to flow, and my sanity starts to slip. I pull out my phone and send out a furious drunk text. Within ten minutes, theirs a slight knock at my door. I stumble to as I walk over to open it. "Fucking g-get in here b-before someone s-sees you." I says staggering my drunk words. I click the door behind us as the green sparkly eyes wonder over me. "I see you're drunk again Kacchan."

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