(no quirks au)
Genre- smut (and after asexuality?)
Length- 1302 words
Third POV-
Kirishima was at a fancy hotel tonight. He was with some friends who've whisked their ways to all the beautiful women and men there. The redhead was on a sofa, he wasn't really sure what the room was. It had a bar, a couch and a couple of cushioned chairs around, and a balcony, but no bedrooms and the bathroom was down the hallway by the door you use to get in here.
"Hey Kirishima," Denki sat next to him, a drink in his hand and definitely wasted. "Are you not going to get anything?"
Denki practically chugged his drink down.
"No, I don't want a hangover," he chuckled shortly.
"I meant with all these people," Denki laughed, a couple of hiccups interrupting it. Kirishima blushed a bright red. He hasn't really thought about dating after his last relationship, or seeing anyone really.
"Can you get me another drink, maybe get one for yourself as well," the golden blond giggled as Kirishima stood up. "Show off that dress!"
Kirishima blushed. He was, in fact, wearing a dress. A red dress that went to mid-thigh. He wore golden jewelry and thigh-high black, almost transparent, stockings with sock garters.
This was just how he dressed. And he enjoyed dressing this way.
He caught a couple of stares as he went up to the bar and ordered Kaminari a refill on his drink as well as ordering himself one.
"In here by ya self?" A man next to him asked. He turned over to where the dark voice was coming from. He saw a tall, pale, blond with blood red eyes that were slim as his face held an intimidating frown.
"No, I'm here with some friends," he responded, a blush creeping across his face. Before he felt fine wearing this dress, but under the blond's eyes? He felt exposed. Those eyes looked as if they were undressing him, and the redhead really was enjoying the attention from someone like him.
Kaminari's drink arrived first, so he grabbed and went back to Kaminari quickly, setting the drink down on the table before going back for his drink. Kaminari's was a short order, straight from the bottle kind of drink, but Kirishima's was a mixed drink, so it was going to take longer.
"Don't have a boyfriend or girlfriend?" The blond asked as Kirishima sat in one of the stools next to him. Kirishima thought back to his last relationship. The redhead's problem was, is that he doesn't like being control of where the relationship goes. As soon as the other talks about upping the relationship to another level, he was on board.
But that inevitably was the thing that made them break up. Apparently she wanted him to be the one to up the relationship. She wanted him to guide her to where the relationship should go, but Kirishima is more of the one who will most likely get lost then a cartographer.
And when he asked her where she wanted the relationship to go, she: "that's the problem, he shouldn't have ask" and left.
Was she going to just follow him blindly into the relationship? That's really a mistake, especially with some of the men in this world.
"No, I'm free to mingle," his drink arrived and he took a sip. Yeah, he's going to need a couple of drinks after thinking back on what happened.
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