BNHA : Gay Ass One Shots

Wanted - Kiribaku

Includes;
- Slightly sexual.
- Mature content.
- No quirks.
- They're all over the age of 18.
- Just a bunch of delinquents.
- Longish chapter.

(3rd Person)

Running away was easy. Staying away was hard.

He missed his mom, he missed his cat. He missed his room.

What didn't he miss?

His dad, that's for sure.

Keeping his eyes on the road, Kirishima focused on driving. Somewhere away from his shitty town.

He blasted his music and tried to keep his thoughts away until his stomach started growling.

"Of course." Kirishima mumbled under his breath as he pulled into the nearest gas station, paid for his snack, and headed back inside the warmth of his car.

Instead of driving right away, he decides to look around, admiring the town he was in and before he knew it, a knock came to his window.

He looked outside before his eyes landed on an old man.

"Get of the car. I know you type of kids, you're here to rob my store." Kirishima rolled his eyes, but understood what he was talking about.

Piercings, tattoos, your typical punk style look. Kirishima had it all.

The redhead sighed as he rolled his window down.

"Sir, I literally just paid for my snacks. If I were to rob you, the only thing valuable to me in that shitty place of yours would be the stale snacks."

The guys was about to say something before Kirishima cut him off again.

"So don't get too cocky, no one wants whatever you have unless they're desperate. Maybe clean up the place and get rid of your expired food if you're that obsessed with people stealing your crap." And then the man stormed off, mumbling something about calling the police if he were to come back.

"Tch, what a bother." Laughing could be heard from the right as the windows were down. Kirishima looked to the side and saw someone who looked around the same age smoking a cigarette, looking off in the direction the old man went in.

A little on the taller side with baggy ripped jeans, a fitted black shirt and combat boots. His black and orange jacket looked a little big on him but somehow made him look more manlier than Kirishima's seen.

With a smile he decided to keep to himself, Kirishima looked away, rolling up the windows and went on his phone to distract himself.

Gotta stay focused and figure out where we need to go.

Just as he opened his messages app, another knock came to the window and Kirishima groaned, thinking it was the old man but when he turned, it was that blonde boy.

Feeling better, he rolled his window all the way down and smiled up at the man.

The taller smirked at the difference from when the old man knocked. "You got a light?"

Kirishima opened his glove department and pulled out a red lighter with a black 'R' scratched on it.

The blonde took it, lighting his cigarette before putting the lighter inside the breast pocket of Kirishima's blouse.

"Where are you going?" The ash blonde asked as he removed the cigarette from his mouth, blowing the smoke out.

"Anywhere, just turned 19 and I need to find my own place."