Katsuki Bakugou~ Fifi's

Chapter sixteen: Meanwhile

Bakugo punched a dent into his car, he'd have to pop that out later. Did he know someone good with body work like this? "What'd you say to her?" Kirishima asked, it wasn't accusatory but still risky.

"Not to waste my fucking time."

"I didn't expect to see you here."

"I had called her last night."

"Guess I don't need to save their house number then," he attempted to joke. Regardless of what he said he still held on to the paper in his pocket if not for the number then the pair of pink lips imprinted on it. "You wanna go box together?" Bakugo perked up, he nodded slowly. "Great then we'll head back to the apartment, you can get your clothes situated and we'll leave in one car this time and not two."

"Who the fuck told you to come over here?"

"I had to drop her off, I was trying to be a gentleman."

"Dunce face should try to be a gentleman."

"That's not fair, he's not here to defend himself."

Bakugo bared his teeth, getting into his car and slamming the door behind him. God did you make him want to claw at his flesh. He felt like how he did bake at the academy, that look it was just so... awful? Relatable. Even now he was trying to keep everything from blowing up on him. Fuck that academy. That damn Deku and his literal idol being all buddy buddy. And that half and half bastard does all that shit for what? To end up the owner of some fight club he shouldn't even have. How the hell did that even happen? And soy face... they were all just fucked. The academy had problems the students weren't expecting to ever happen and well trauma means finding ways to cope.

He couldn't help but wonder though if that was the case then what were you coping with? Who were you competing against? What woke you up in the middle of the night? He put the car in a park yet still sat there for about another five minutes watching Kirishima struggle. Finally when the car was parked the two men headed up to their apartment. "The hell's wrong with you 'don't know how to park?"

"It was a tough spot."

"Bullshit."

"I get it you're the best, let it go." The red head sighed already regretting his suggestion of boxing for the next few hours.

"Damn right I'm the best, they were all just stepping stones-"

"To your victory, yeah I know." He plopped down onto the couch.

"What?" He didn't like how the red's smile had faded.

"I didn't sleep with her."

Ew. Yuck, he wished he hadn't asked. "And?"

"She really wanted to sleep with me."

It's just getting worse. "Get to the point or I'm not gonna ask anymore." Tough love, good move I guess.

"What if that was all she wanted? I didn't even really save her last night, I let that girl go."

"You did the right thing didn't you?" Kirishima nodded frantically, "you kept the chick from touching her?" He nodded frantically again, "and she gave you her number?" More nodding. "You're fine stop fucking worrying, you're gonna burn up your last brain cells that way."

Well he did try, points for trying. "Thanks," he beamed at him. "You're not so bad at this."

"No shit," the blonde shouted from inside his locked room. "I'm the fucking best."

That most definitely wasn't the case but why ruin his mood.

***

The gym was damn near empty despite the time. It was odd but neither of the two seemed to mind, well so Bakugo thought. "Kind of wish at least one of the other guys had been here today."

"Just a bunch of fucking extras." Bakugo sat on a bench getting ready.

"I don't know fighting with Tetsu Tetsu would have been fun."

"Just a bunch of fucking airheads mirroring the same damn moves." He climbed over the ropes so that he was standing in the ring now. "Ready?"

Kirishima stumbled into the ring his left foot getting momentarily caught in the ropes. "Uhh.."

"Dammit," he stomps over. "Hold on I got you." He grabs him roughly by the arm and pulls him so that he's loose. There they were faces set and fist ready. Bakugo swung using that famous right hook however this wasn't Shindo it was Kiri and so the hit of course didn't land. "I'm gonna have to kick Deku's ass for teaching you that one."

"Let's see if you can kick my ass first at least." They circled each other in the ring, "hey Bakubro," he smiled. "How bout this," the red-head through a right hook. Bakugo was quick to block it, swinging with his right and then again with his left. The hits landed in succession, "woah." Kiri took a few step backwards, face scrunching when the ropes dug into his lower back. He put his arms up in defense blocking the next few shots that Bakugo throws at him. There's a moment, a real small half a second of a moment where Bakugo is open and the shot is clear. Kirishima pulls back his fist and lands the hit right on the blonde's left side. Bakugo grunts, the roles switch quickly Kirishima swinging twice more, only one of them connects.

Bakugo shifts his weight and then swings at Kirishima with a left hook. It's blocked, the two of them stand breathing heavily as once again they circle each other in the ring. "You're less shitty this time."

"Aw come on man, you still landed a bunch of hits."

"Gonna land a few more," right hook. It's quick and unlike the first time he actually lands it.

Kirishima's knocked off his feet and sagging against the ropes. "Damn," he brings his hand up to his face.

"Fuck, hadn't meant to hit that hard."

"You gonna help me up then?" He gives the blonde a wide drunken grin, eyes taking up half his face as he bats his lashes up at Bakugo.

"Hell no, you can eat shit and die." The blonde stretched while Kirishima tried to get his life back together. "Oi, hurry up shitty hair I want to go again."