Long Time Coming

Champion

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This was it.

The car stopped.

"Oh my God it's a shitpile."

Kirishima clambered out, "No!" He grinned. "It just needs some sweat equity."

Fuck, the idiot was absolutely beaming.

"It is a little worse for wear, Dear..." Mitsuki frowned, turning to look at Masaru, "Was that loan worth it?"

Masaru shrugged. "Katsuki said he wanted to do this on their own." He pushed his glasses back up his nose as he grabbed the car keys and stepped onto the curb, "I didn't realize that the only loan he qualified for was for this though..."

Kirishima unlocked the door to their agency, coughed. "Oh, it is stale in there." He barged straight in anyway making the Bakugou's laugh.

"He really is great, Katsuki." Mitsuki put a hand on her husbands arm. "I wish you'd introduced us sooner. I mean," she frowned, "for real."

"Yeah well I-" He stopped, looking up, "Is that still their old marquee?" Distracted he stalked off towards the building, letting his parents explore as they pleased. "How the fuck do you even dispose of neon-?"

Masaru's grin widened as they stepped inside. Kirishima was mumbling as he moved around the large space.

"Over here," the large redhead partitioned an area with his arms, "We can put the locker rooms." He turned, "And on the opposite side is the break room? Should it be closer?" He frowned. "Why did they gut the building? All this empty space is... overwhelming. Walls would have been nice to work with." He tsked, "Bigger windows too."

"There was a fire." Masaru explained. "The company that owned this building and agency before went under and the renovation was never finished so the government had to eat the money in a repossession."

"As far as I understood," Mitsuki pulled away, moving beside Eijirou, "there has been an uptick in small independent agencies lately, which was good for you guys ultimately."

"Right." An unholy screeching curse from above went largely ignored. "So what are the requirements again?"

"You have to keep on top of payments. It has to be a functional working space within six months; changing rooms, bathrooms, breakroom, offices - all accommodations for handicapped and those with unusual quirks, you need to be fully operational and turning a profit within a year." Masaru ticked off on his fingers. "I have the paperwork in the car for you."

Kirishima had paled visibly. "Yeah, right. I'm just gunna-" He wandered off a little, his hands moving wildly despite his back being towards them.

"I wonder if he'd model some of my clothes." Masaru commented off hand. "I-I don't mean that because he's dating our son." He defended at Mitsuki's impish pinch.

"Suuurre."

"He has such an interesting body shape, and his darker coloration is one that I'd like to start showcasing more of in my line of work. I can afford to take risks. Plus..." He lowered his voice as the redhead leapt outside excitedly to chat with Katsuki, four mood gone. "I want to show our support for them." His grip on his wife's hand tightened. "They don't realize how hard it's going to be."

Mitsuki leaned forward, "You really don't think-"

Masaru nodded, "Yeah. They've both fallen sixty places since they came out. There was an article about it in the paper last Thursday." He shook his head, "By all accounts their statistics have improved but their popularity is still somehow decreasing?"