Gay Buffet

Chicken

No AU

"We should play chicken!" Kaminari nearly shrieked. Bakugou snapped his pencil in half, Ashido melted a hole in the pillow she had been holding in her lap, and Kirishima tore through his shirt sleeves. Bakugou was not impressed.

"What the fuck is chicken?" he scoffed.

Kaminari and Ashido turned their heads to look at him in slow disbelief. He glowered at them.

"Bakugou. My buddy. My pal. My fr—" started the electric blond dolefully.

"I'm not any of those things."

Kaminari went on anyway. "Chicken is so fun. You and another person have to—"

It was Ashido's turn to interrupt him this time. She covered his mouth and grinned at Bakugou with a gleam in her golden eyes. "Kirishima knows how to play," she practically cackled. "He should just show you!"

The redhead blinked. Then a grin grew on his face. He turned to Bakugou. "I'm awesome at chicken," he stated proudly. Bakugou rolled his eyes. Like that meant anything to him.

"Whatever, Shitty Hair. Just explain the damn game or I'm going to my room," grumbled the ash blond, cupping his jaw in his hand.

Kirishima jumped to his feet with his hands planted on his hips. "Alright! Stand up!"

Bakugou did so, but not without the occasional grumble. Games suggested by the people that forced themselves onto him were games he seldom enjoyed. He was expecting 'chicken', whatever it was, to be no exception.

They were in Kaminari's dorm room, which Bakugou particularly despised. Everywhere his eyes went they were greeted by gaudy and horribly clashing posters, decor, and wallpaper.

Kirishima walked over to him. Bakugou, with his arms crossed over his chest, waited expectantly for a demonstration.

And a demonstration was exactly what he got.

The redhead didn't stop. At this rate, the two of them were going to collide. Bakugou squinted at him whilst backing up. What sort of game was this anyway?

His back was against one of Kaminari's disgustingly adorned walls. He tried to tune out Ashido's squealing.

Kirishima swiftly put his hands on either side of Bakugou's head, red meeting red as the two of them stared at each other. The ash blond felt hot. He was certain his ears and neck were flushed, but like hell he would let his cheeks turn pink, too.

Then the redhead glanced down at his lips before wetting his own. What the fuck? What the fuck was happening? What kind of game was this? He leaned his head down, hooking two fingers around Bakugou's chin to tilt it up, getting closer and closer until—

Bakugou, his cheeks blazing red, shoved the laughing redhead away.

"What the fuck is this game?!" he demanded of Kaminari and Ashido, who were wide-eyes and beaming. He spotted her trying to inconspicuously pocket her phone. Had she been recording?

"It's chicken!" chirped Kaminari. "First person to back away (or shove away) loses!"

Bakugou blinked. He looked at Kirishima, who grinned at the ash blond.

"I told you I was awesome," he smirked. Bakugou only rolled his eyes again. He did that a lot around these particular people. If Sero was here as well, he could guarantee he would roll his eyes way more.

"This is a dumb game," huffed Bakugou. He sat back down on the floor.

"You're just saying that 'cuz you lost!" Ashido remarked, poking the bear. Kirishima took his spot on Kaminari's desk chair.