(Now) I'm a Beliver- ShinBaku

i thought love was only true in fairy tales

Hitoshi eyes himself in the mirror as he swipes his hands off on his black jeans. He's pleased to see the stupid band shirt Denki picked for him, because it seemed 'his vibe,' actually goes relatively well with his usual leather jacket and wild hair.

The venue Mina picked for her twenty-fifth was unsurprisingly gaudy, blaringly loud, and packed with pro-hero's. Hitoshi had awkwardly navigated his way through a couple awkward conversations with a few old UA classmates before he yelled in Denki and Izuku's ears that he needed the restroom, then had ran off. He'd since been taking his sweet sweet time.

Just as he felt almost ready enough to brave the public again, the door to the men's room burst open and someone tall, buff and blonde pushed their way in.

Bakugou.

He was finally back from his year and a half abroad in America.

He was as menacing and beautiful as ever, dressed in sleek all black, his face a mix of disdainful boredom and low-level aggression, as it always was when he wasn't in the midst of currently chewing out any person around him.

The other alpha paused in front of him, then raised one slow, lazy eyebrow.

"Move."

Huh?

Hitoshi realized he was blocking the only path to the urinals, and as much as he hated doing literally anything to appease Bakugou, he had little reason to actually be an outright ass about it. He reluctantly shifted to the side, and Bakugou shouldered past him toward the nearest urinal.

Even being the clean freak he was, Bakugou hadn't escaped the predictable effects of clubbing, but the sweat caked at his hairline and under his jaw looked unbearably good on him. Hitoshi almost felt bad for staring, but then Bakugou unzipped his pants enough to whip his dick out, and suddenly Hitoshi found himself staring at something else.

"Like what you see, Mind Freak?"

Hitoshi drug his eyes up finally, and the image of Bakugou's stupidly and unfairly built body was ruined by the man's smug face.

"Mm."

"That all you can say?" Bakugou demanded, shaking off his dick so he could shove it back in his pants. Pity.

"You ruined it by opening your mouth," Hitoshi replies coolly, leaning back against the counter and cocking his head.

Suddenly Bakugou is much, much closer to him, his snarling face mere inches from Hitoshi's, hands on either side of his hips, caging him in. The smell of nitroglycerin and gunpowder fills the air, faint pops coming from Bakugou's palms.

Hitoshi smirks slowly.

"Careful Blasty, don't wanna get kicked out of another club again, now do we?"

Bakugou's fury fades into a sultry smirk, his eyes trailing down to Hitoshi's lips.

"Mm, missed you, Mind Freak," Bakugou purred, and slid closer to kiss him.

The random makeouts had started their last year at UA, at some drunk fest probably hosted by Bakugou's idiot friends, and had sporadically repeated over the years, at parties they were both drug to. It was mostly an unspoken thing; once they were both present unwillingly at some stupid event, one would spot the other and they'd slink away to some corner to get their drunken and sometimes stoned hands on each other.

Hitoshi curled a hand around Bakugou's waist, tugging the other alpha closer, deepening the kiss. Bakugou swayed into him, his breath hot and smelling of vodka, his scent nearly unintelligible due to scent blocking patches. But Hitoshi pulled away harshly when Bakugou tried to reach up toward his face.