Worthy | Shinsou x Bakugo 18+ |

Chapter 6

Katsuki met Hitoshi at his apartment complex, after the text he gotten from him saying that Hitoshi was on the way home. They walked up the street from different directions and Katsuki shoved his hands deeper into his hoodie pocket once his eyes land on Hitoshi. He flexed his fingers in his pocket, wiping the sweat on the insides of his pockets. Fuck Hitoshi was hot in such a sloppy way. The denim jeans that hugged his legs, made Hitoshi's toned thighs look fucking good. The thin, wrinked and loose fitting tank top of a shirt he wore giving peak to his collarbones and it made Katsuki's mouth water. The leather jacket over his shirt flexed over his toned arms forcing Katsuki to remember the tattoos that decorated Hitoshi's arms. A massive hand of Hitoshi's hidden in the pocket of his leather jacket, the other wrapped lazily around his phone as he looked down at it. Hair messily tossed in a bun, and completely oblivious to Katsuki practically eye fucking him.

Hitoshi's head finally went up, catching Katsuki in his sights. He blinked a few times taking him in. Just out of the shower, Katsuki let is hair air dry, having it frame his face. His hoodie with his infamous X pattern plastered across it and Hitoshi found it so fucking sexy that Katsuki wore his own merch. Well, yeah sure so did Kirishima and Denki. Hell, he'd even seen Midoriya decked in a shirt or two of the blonde's. But they loved things like that. He assumed Katsuki would think it was lame to wear his own merch. But to know that Katsuki was a bit of a dork put him as ease. Because at least he didn't wear the matching sets.( He respected himself that much). Katsuki wore charcoal grey joggers that fitted him loosely, hanging from his shoulder was a gym bag. Hitoshi was in fucking awe. How could someone be so fucking comfy-casual and look so fucking good? Hitoshi swallowed before the reoccurring validation swirled around in his mind.

He and Katsuki were fucking. He, Shinsou Hitoshi, was fucking none other than number 6 Pro-Hero, Bakugou fucking Katsuki– better known to the general public as Dynamight.

Hitoshi's heart pounded in his fucking ears. Sixteen year old Hitoshi would shit bricks. Those intense fire, sunset colored rubies Katsuki had the fucking audacity to call eyes. That delicate nose, sharp jawline and beautifully shaped lips. Katsuki's entire face screams danger. And Hitoshi always wanted to avoid that. He knew his stupid crush for Katsuki in highschool was dumb. Which is why he let the others push him towards Denki. He figured he'd get over it. It didn't help the fact that he saw Katsuki every fucking day, decked out in their school uniform once he realized that baggy clothes were lame. Fitted clothes on Bakugo with as fit as he was in Highschool made Eighteen-year-old Hitoshi Shinou come every fucking night into a handful of tissues– a fucking mess. Hitoshi would feel so bad, when post-nut clarity hit, realized that he just had the best orgasm of his life to someone that wasn't his boyfriend. Sometime later he and Denki sat down and talked, coming to the realization that they were better off as friends. They loved one another dearly. But it was platonic and not romantic. Denki was in love with Sero anyway. So it worked out. Sometime after, Hitoshi dated Monoma Neito. And Hitoshi fell in love–stupidly in love. Yes he was public enemy number one to the entire class of 1-A and mostly Katsuki, Neito was sweet with him and it was like he saw a completely different side of him no one really seen. Hitoshi was absolutely smitten, if his eyes could really have hearts in them, they would've everytime Hitoshi looked at Neito. They dated for years. Although Hitoshi recovered from that, He picked up the habit if shamelessly flirting with Katsuki, because how else can you unalive yourself without actually doing it by none other than by pushing the buttons on a walking, living, breathing, grenade? And that's when Hitoshi's feelings hit him hard.

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