[ 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐬 ] Bakugou x reader x kirishima (?)

02

The group looked shocked like you and Bakugou now.
"Uhhhh" Mina spoke

Bakugou grunted in anger and left the table storming off.

The group questioned you but you moved on to another topic. Soon enough the school day was over and you were walking out side to go home when someone came over.

"Hey y/n! Wait up!"

"Oh- hey kirishima, can I help you?"

"Oh well I thought you were pretty manly and wanted to know if I could punch some digits in you"

"U-uhm excuse you-"

Kirishima realized the error he made in speaking and his face immediately went just as red as his hair.

"Oh my! Please forgive me, I meant you phone" he facepalmed saying this.

"Haha yea sure and don't worry it happens"

As you two were exchanging numbers Bakugou happend to be walking by. He was mesmerized by how you filled out since the last time you two had seen each other.
Dam, he thought, a little print forming in his pants. It'd gone down a bit after remembering who he was staring at. The girl who left him. The one who got away.

He had many questions even. About the boy, you, and why the hell you were exchanging numbers with kirishima. He thought I can follow her home and confront her there...

I'd finally put Ryō to bed, after a few questions and vague answers...

FLASHBACK TO EARLIER

I "mommy will we get to see daddy everyday at school"

I honestly didn't have a answer but tried my best to answer him

"Uhm... yea we might just stay close to mommy ok?"

"Ok mommy" he yawned

"Goodnight my sweet boy"

"Night night mommy"

END OF FLASH BACK

And now I was sitting in my living room with a glass of red wine in my hand watching Jane the Virgin. I had a thought about kirishima since he was basically one of my first friends. I thought to maybe find his socials

After some digging I found his insta. I scrolled through the pictures and found many with his abs out. Maybe kirishima wasn't a ladies man but he sure was a looker. I found one pic that I couldn't stop staring at. A topless pic with him in grey sweatpants that clearly showed a print. The thumping in your pajama pants wouldn't stop but the oogling at kirishimas photos was cut short when the door rang.