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I can't wait this is probably my favorite story I've ever written-

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Kirishima was waiting at the coffee shop, very patiently, for Bakugou.

He was worried he had gotten stood up when the shop door opened.

His eyes widened at the hot blonde that had just entered the building and felt his face get warm. He waved the younger male over and smiled when he was recognized.

Bakugou took a seat across from Kirishima, and there was a small moment of silence while they inspected each other.

"Sooo..."

"So?"

Bakugou raised an eyebrow.

Kirishima chuckled awkwardly, slightly uncomfortable in the presence of such an intense hottie.

"I-It's a pleasure to meet you, Bakugou."

Bakugou just sighed and nodded, sinking in his seat a bit.

"Is something wrong? Did I do something? Oh go-"

"Jesus fuck, you're just like Deku. No, you didn't do anything fucking wrong."

"Then what's up?"

Bakugou hesitated.

"I'm fine."

"You're obviously not fine, Baku. You're gonna have to talk to me, communication is key."

"Whatever."

"I had a feeling you'd say that."

Bakugou just scoffed and looked away, eyeing the counter and getting up.

"I'm getting a coffee."

"Oh! I'll come with!"

Kirishima jumped up and followed the hothead, careful to not get too close since he didn't want to make the boy uncomfortable.

"Hi! My name is Chiya, how can I help you?"

"I'll take a black coffee."

"Iced coffee for me!"

"Alrighty, would you like cream or sugar?"

"Just cream, thank you," Kirishima replied with a wide-toothed smile.

"Alright! I'll have those out for you in a moment!"

"Thanks, ma'am!"

She nodded and sent the slip of paper back, then moved on to the next customer.

Bakugou and Kirishima sat back down, and Kirishima remembered his gift. He excitedly pulled a small bag from under the table and slid it to Bakugou.

"Wha?"

"It's your present! I don't really know many of your interests but I hope you'll like it.."

Bakugou snorted, amused, and picked up the bag. He opened it and smiled shyly.

"You like it?"

"It's... okay."

Kirishima sniggered. Bakugou pulled out the skull t-shirt that was at the top of the bag, checking the price tag.

"This was 50 dollars?! No, take this back."

"The pocket knife in there was 320."

Bakugou looked up at the redhead, baffled.

"You got me a 300 dollar pocket knife."

"320 dollars."

"SAME THING! I can't.. take this back.."

"I'm not taking it back. You're my Sugar Baby, you deserve it."

Bakugou blushed, obviously not used to being called someone's, "baby," but nodded.

"O-Okay.."

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