Bakugo x Lore 🍋 (Bakugo x OC)

Chapter- 48 Gala pt1

A/N: Okay this may be one of my favorite chapters I've ever written. Let me know what you guys think because my heart is dying. 

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Bakugo pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance as he drove them farther into the city and toward the Hero Gala. 

"Look at all the cameras man!" Kirishima panted from the seat next to him as he fiddled with his tie for the hundredth time. 

"Breathe."

The redhead froze. "Huh?"

Bakugo glared at him from the corner of his eye before biting out, "Fucking breathe, Kirishima. You are driving me FUCKING NUTS!"

Apparently, his shout made Kiri forget all about his anxiety because he gave him a wide shark-toothed grin and clapped him on the shoulder. 

"Thanks man, I needed that!"

Bakugo ripped his keys out of the ignition and grumbled, "Only your dumb ass would need to be yelled at to calm down."

Kirishima's laughter brightened up the darkness of the parking garage. "I can't help it, man. You know this Gala event is only for the top 50 heroes and the commission board. I'm only here because you invited me. It's scary stuff even for me! Can't let the world know Red Riot gets nervous, you know?"

"The fucking boards are rigged Shitty Hair. You're a good hero. There is no reason you shouldn't be ranked higher."

Kirishima took a long step towards him, and Bakugo held up his hand. "No."

Kirishima wore a dark maroon and black suit that clung to his muscular frame like a second skin and said suit screamed in protest as Kirishima raised his arms in a clear indication of his next action. "Come on man! You can't just say nice stuff like that and I expect me not to hug you!"

"No. Fuck off Red," Bakugo laughed half-heartedly as he tried to push the bigger man away from him. 

Kirishima wasn't even slightly deterred by Bakugo's less-than-enthusiastic response to his physical affection. He happily took the fist to the stomach because it meant he could throw his arm over his friend's shoulders.

"Get the actual hell away from me!"

"Come on! It's not even a hug which means it doesn't mess with your quota for the year."

Kirishima was all laughs as Bakugo shoved him away as hard as he could. Bakugo fixed his red tie and sneered, "You're lucky we have someplace to be otherwise I'd kick your ass right here and now."

Kirishima didn't even try to hide his eye roll. "You say that Bakubro, but I know underneath all that is a big softie. I'm glad you found Lorna. She makes you...less hostile."

Bakugo smirked, "Less hostile? That's the nicest shit you could come up with?"

They walked out of the parking garage together while Kiri laughed, "It's the most honest! I don't know if I'd call you tame or docile."

They jogged across the street, and Kirishima nearly tripped on his own face when Bakugo said under his breath, "Don't push your kinks onto me man. We all know you like your bottoms submissive as fuck."

"Wh-what?" 

As they walked up to the reporters that were surrounding the venue like fat golden retriever puppies to milk, Bakugo gave him a taunting smile and stated plainly, "The walls of UA sure were thin. Have to admit, didn't think you'd be into that type of stuff."

Kirishima was too stunned to speak. 

HOW MUCH HAD HE HEARD?!

Bakugo laughed as Kirishima's face turned as red as his hair. He grabbed his floundering friend by his massive shoulders and hauled him up the street. "Oi, calm down Shitty Hair. I haven't said shit about it in 8 years. Why would I go spilling your beans now?"