9 - Pub

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We rolled up to a pub, he got out and opened the door for me. We made our way inside. It was loud, really loud. But with a deep breath I was fine. We sat in a booth six other people.  They all were dressed pretty casually. I felt out of place, I was certainly overdressed. I was wearing black combat boots, with the black spandex faux-leather pants I loved and hated so much. As well as a traumatize, not distressed, traumatized black shirt on, the band logo showing not visible from all the holes. It was more skin than shirt at this point. 

"Jeez now I know how you all feel when we're late. What took you so long slow poke. Don't you have a need for speed in that fancy car of yours." I began to lower my head knowing I was the reason, Bakugou spoke up his voice harsh and defensive. 

"None of your goddam business dumb fuck."

"Oh don't get your panties in a bunch Bakugou I was just kidding around." He yapped back with a short laugh. Bakugou sat down at the end, I scurried beside him keeping a healthy distance. 

"This is Kirishima." He grumbled out. "Kirishima. Denki, Sero, Monoma, Jirou, Shinsou, and Tokoyami." He pointed to each person as he introduced them. 

"Is Midoriya coming?" Tokoyami asked dully, Bakugou snorted.

"Like I'd invite that loser, I wanted to have real fun tonight!" I could hear the excitement in his voice, his hand slapped down onto my lap making me jolt up. "Let's get drinks!" They all cheered as he flagged down one of the servers walking around. They ordered their individual drinks, out of them all Bakugou's sounded the most complex. She looked at me. 

"Just a water." I smiled to her and heard a boo.

"What?! Com'on man live a little!" Kaminari had shouted, he was the one who was teasing before. 

"Too many calories in beer." I mumbled. The table went silent. It went back to normal after a few seconds. Everyone went back to talking and I sat there quietly. I'm so out of my element here. 

"Sooo. Kirishima, right? How much do you bench?" The blonde one, Monoma, asked. 

"One eighty to two seventy." Was all I gave, it really depended on how far I was pushing myself and how far T would let me go. Everyone went silent. "Did I... say something wrong?" Even Bakugou looked shocked.

"How much do you weight." Another asked, I gulped. I hated gym talk. It made me so uncomfortable.

"One hundred forty six pounds." Even more shock filled the table. One broke out laughing.

"Katsuki you fattass! He can lift more than you and is a fraction of your weight!" They all broke into a chorus of laughter. Bakugou and the woman aside, she glared into my soul, not in an envious way, but it made me uncomfortable in my skin. Like she was analyzing me. 

"Oi. Fuck off. Drop it." He gave the deadliest glare I had ever seen to them all, it made a chill run down my spine. I was shrinking. Oh what I would give for this seat to swallow me whole. After the silence lingered the waitress came back.

"I'll take those empty cups, another round?" They all cheered and shouted their answers. She looked at me yet again "Another water?" I was about to nod when Bakugou interrupted.

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