Jumping Hurdles ; Bakudeku

His Bedroom

Katsuki Bakugo didn't do dates. He didn't do relationships, or love, or any of that sappy shit. But this? This he could do. A quick fuck and then get out of there? Easy! His friends were stupider than he thought if they thought he wouldn't complete this dare. With $100 on the line, there was no way Katsuki would deny this.

"But-" Denki added, his mouth full of lunch. Disgusting. Did the idiot not know how gross it was to talk with your mouth full?

There it was. The 'but' that almost made Katsuki back out. Almost. He never stepped down from a challenge. He was Katsuki fucking Bakugo. Who would he be if he chickened out of a shitty little dare? He made it his job to take on any dare thrown at him, no matter how outrageous. His friends liked to take advantage of that fact.

"-It has to be Izuku Midoriya or you get no money." Denki smiled, so sure that this condition would let him keep his money in his pocket. The lunch table erupted in a mix of protests and laughter. Izuku's virgin reputation precedes him. He was the last person Katsuki thought about in that way, making this dare all the more hilarious to his group of friends. Hell, Katsuki couldn't think of anyone who wanted to get in the dipshits pants. They'd have be one boring person if they took interest in Deku of all people.

Sero slapped another 100 on the lunch table. "Make it $200 if you take him on a few dates!"

"Take the Nerd's virginity and take him out on a few dates? Easy money." Katsuki scoffed.

And so, Katsuki found himself in Izuku's garden, determined to earn that $200. The place was thriving with life. So many plants, too much green, not enough space. He wondered how many members were in this club. There were far too many plants to tend to for just a small group of people to take care of. Also, who the hell joined the gardening club? Gardening? Really? That was almost as lame as math club.

"Hello?" He called out, not seeing anyone around. This place was eerie as fuck. Statues and benches decorated the small place. The silence was deafening as the garden statues stared at him, knowing he wasn't supposed to be here. The sun shined just overhead, causing the flowers around him to jump to life. "Anyone here?" He asked, kicking over a watering can. He watched the water spill from the can, drowning a nearby plant. He pretended he didn't see.

Walking deeper into the garden he saw that familiar tuff of messy green hair. He scoffed. "I can fucking see you." 

Deku bounced up, a nervous smile on his face. "Kacchan."

Ugh. For $200. For $200, He reminded himself. He underestimated just how annoying Deku was. He took a good look at him. Pink gloves on his hands, long messy hair that (unfortunately) looked a little too good on him. His muscular arms looked a little too restricted in his tight shirt. If he squinted hard enough, he could see dark smudged eyeliner around his obnoxiously green eyes. 

"Oh," He said, surprised at Deku's change in appearance. How long had it been since he really looked at him? How did he change so quickly? He looked...good. For a nerd, he quickly added onto his thoughts. He looked good for a nerd. "Deku." He said, collecting himself. "Where are the other members?"

Deku fidgeted with his fingers, an old habit that Katsuki had an unreasonable hatred for. Can't he just stand still? "It's just me. Did you need something?"

Yeah. A shitty date.

"Yeah, why else would I be here? I fuckin' need flowers, dipshit." He doesn't need flowers, what the fuck? Katsuki's eyes lingered on Deku's thighs as he stood there with that stupid look on his face. He had to admit, for a shitty little gardener, Deku was ripped. He wondered how much he could lift before finally realizing that it was Deku he was thinking about.