Soil, Flowers and Sugar

A Promising Welcome

"-Unlike Ei, I can actually remember the important shit." Bakugou argues, as Kirishima groans from the driver's seat.

Hitoshi's come to notice the pair bickers a lot- what he would expect from Bakugou's apparent abrasiveness- but Kirishima is just as good at poking back when he wants to, so is not really a one side chew down; He barks at Bakugou, high pitched as he's reminded about that first meeting.

Is like the blond has fun raising his partner's hackles and Kirishima is just as amused- even if sometimes pouty- at the exchanges. When it comes to the little mishap at the coffee shop though, the red head seems to be incapable of handling the flush, as he glances at Hitoshi through the mirror, cheeks pink.

By now is pretty clear Kirishima is at least a bit iffed at how he handled the situation, even when, if they wanted to be fair, Denki was half responsible for it.

"I was so embarrassed!" He makes a point to chance a look at Hitoshi at the back when they park, just to be clear who he's addressing. "I can't imagine how it must have felt for you, being propositioned like that. Man, when you asked about Kats my stomach did the flips- how was I going to clear that up?" He throws his head back, eyes pinched shut. "So embarrassing!"

"Is cool Red," Is not the first time he's had to say it, not when Kirishima is so adamant in his quest for absolution- not that he needs any- he's just that earnest. "-consensual three-way is a whole different thing than homewrecking," Packs, after all, have historically been constructed around polygamy.

Hitoshi unbuckles his seatbelt, exiting the vehicle beside Kirishima. "I can guarantee it would have been another story if you're trying to sneak behind blondie's back." That would be wild. And definitely outside of the self-preservation spectrum. "Not to offend, you are really attractive Kirishima," Mm yes baby holy shit, "-but I wouldn't fuck with you if there was a chance Bakugou would come obliterate me the moment he got a word we'd done the dirty." he's not stupid. "A good shag ain't worth the trouble."

A grunt cuts through Kirishima's laugh.

"Heh, you said that because you don't know what Ei is like in bed." Bakugou scoffs, slamming the passenger's door shut. Kirishima's blush returns full force, and he splutters, unable to find words either out of surprise or the fact he's almost dropped the keys.

Hitoshi raises a brow, engages Bakugou in hopes of giving the red head time to recover as the man tries to unlock the trunk.

"Are you really pimping out your Mate Bakugou? Or is it just flaunting?"

"Not flaunting if it is true." The blond doesn't even falter. Shameless. Hitoshi kinda likes it. "I guess whoever has the guts to risk their limbs to bag what's mine is worth a little recognition."

He says it like that, but, "You'd still kick their teeth in."

"'Course," Hitoshi finds the bipolarity unsurprisingly in character.

He moves to help unload the car and gets handed in his backpack and nothing else, Kirishima waving him ahead and saying he's got it. He wants to protest, but Bakugou's gesturing him to follow, so he does. "The audacity to think they've the chance to earn a taste of that."

"What does that make me then? I kinda was trying to get into his pants."

"Whatever, you're in our ok list so you're in luck."

Pause.

"List?" Hitoshi falls into step alongside him. "As in, those list couples have of people they can fuck if they get the chance to without being considered cheating?" Bakugou shrugs. Hitoshi feels like he just stumbled upon treasure, when in reality he almost actually stumbles on steps, earning a judging look from Bakugou from his lack of coordination. "Are those real?"