Days of Punk

Chapter 2 - Fading

After a much needed second shower for both the boys, they ended up in the kitchen. Bakugo was less than excited but slightly relieved as he saw several take out containers of mexican food. One had his name on it. God he was starving. He opened it up and couldn't help the manic grin as he eyed the chimichanga that was surely filled with carnitas. Judging by the color of the fried tortilla he knew it was from his favorite mexican restaurant. He didn't bother sitting down to eat, instead digging into the meal from where he stood at the counter in the small kitchen. He moaned obscenely as he realized it was still hot and had extra cheese.
"God yes." He groaned with a mouthful as he tilted his head back. He heard a familiar chuckle as someone entered the kitchen.
"Damn don't think I've ever heard you sound like that outside of food." Kirishima commented as he looked for a box with his name on it.
The blond shot him a glare and watched as he found his own containers. He had two. One had ceviche and the other had grilled chicken tacos.
Bakugo waited until he'd taken his first bite before replying. "I only moan like a bitch for food."

The blond grinned in smug satisfaction as Kirishima choked on his food.

They ate and as it turned out, Mina had picked up the food. Bakugo begrudgingly thanked her before handing her the money for his portion of the meal. It wasn't long after they ate that people started showing up to the house. Jirou showed up first. She started hooking up and moving speakers through the house. There was a three foot tall speaker in every area of the house and one in the backyard, all connected by long wires. Bakugo prayed to whatever God might be out there that no one tripped on them.

The house was quick to fill with people. Bakugo recognized a few of them, some very vaguely others he knew by name. He saw Tokoyami sitting on the steps talking with Tsuyu. Tokoyami had raven black hair and dark indigo eyes. He had black gauges stretching out his ears to a medium width, three hoops in one ear, an eyebrow piercing and a live raven perched on his shoulder. The bird had a silver chain attached to it's leg, the other end wrapped like a bracelet on Tokoyami's wrist. He was a bit shorter than Bakugo and quite a bit leaner. He was dressed in a black t shirt, washed out black skinny jeans and had one forearm wrapped in a long,red leather strip, likely to protect his arm from the bird's claws. Spiked, chunky combat boots on his feet.
Tsuyu had long dark green hair that reached just passed her hips, the loose cut up t shirt with the band name "Velvet Underground" spray painted across her chest. A pair of cut off shorts with a long chain hanging from the belt loops.

The kitchen counters were littered with alcohol and the occasional drug. Bakugo only recognized one person in here but couldn't remember their name, only recalling her by a nickname. Round face. The girl had a brown bob and a cheery smile that highlighted her round cheeks. She wore a blue floral sundress that had buttons down the front from the collar to the hem. She didn't bother with make up and had a pair of Timberland boots on her feet.

She spotted Bakugo as he opened the fridge. "Oh hey blasty! How's it goin?"

The blond grabbed a beer from the fridge and glanced over to her and offered a shrug.

"Hey, you and Kiri are training at Aizawa's gym right?" she asked, holding a fingertip to the corner of her mouth in thought.

"Yeah. What's it to you?" he grunted with a little more bite than he'd intended. Maybe he was just tired.

"Well I don't know if you'd be interested but I heard Tsu talking about some local street fighting ring. From what I heard there's good money in it whether you win or lose." she suggested.

Bakugo feigned disinterest as he opened his beer with a red lighter. "Yea? Who the hell's running it?"

"I don't know... but I think you'd probably know some of the fighters. They even have matches for girls." she said and grinned at him. "Oh could you show me some moves?! I'd love to be able to kick some ass and watch the cash fall!" her face had lit up in a surprisingly feral sort of insane happiness.