(Completed) Press Play {Kiribaku YouTuber AU}

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From then on, Kirishima and Bakugo started meeting at the cafe almost every day after Kirishima got off work. They tried to avoid the topic of the leak, and instead talked about other stuff. Bakugo seemed especially interested in hearing about how Kirishima had first started making videos.

He insisted on hearing every detail, but Kirishima tried to skirt around the parts about being inspired by him because he was embarrassed. He told him about how he'd gone through a really rough phase in high school, but got through it by using videos to cheer himself up.

"That doesn't seem healthy." Bakugo grumbled at one point. "You're saying you just pretended to be happy and all that shit while you were actually depressed?"

"No no, definitely not!" Kirishima scratched his neck. "Making videos just made me happy, you know? It was fun, and it made me forget about all the bad stuff, at least for a lite while. And a couple months after I graduated, my channel started getting more recognition. I decided I wanted to make videos for a living, and so I didn't go to college. I got a job, and I've been doing that ever since."

Bakugo grunted. "How old are you, anyway?"

"I'm twenty. You're twenty one, right?"

"Yeah. What, did you Google my birthday or some shit?"

Kirishima blushed. "M-Maybe..."

Bakugo didn't seem to know how to respond, so instead he changed the subject again. "Alright, then fine, tell me when your birthday is, Shitty Hair."

"M-My birthday?" It took Kirishima a second to collect himself enough to hear what he'd said. "Oh, uh...it's October 16th."

"It's August,"

Kirishima frowned. "Uh...yeah? What does that gotta do with anything?"

"Idiot, that means your fucking birthday's coming up."

"Oh!" Kirishima's stomach began doing flips. Bakugo actually cared about his birthday? Kirishima himself didn't usually care to celebrate it.

Bakugo rolled his eyes. "Dumbass,"

"Sorry," Kirishima laughed nervously. "It's just that I don't really celebrate my birthday all that much."

"And why the hell not?"

Kirishima shrugged nonchalantly. "I dunno, man. I just never got too excited about it, ya know? My mom...she always used to make it into such a big deal, but I never liked it."

He huffed. "Fine, whatever." And he dropped the subject, although Kirishima still felt like he hadn't entirely forgotten about the conversation.

August turned into September, and Bakugo had still yet to receive anything from the YouTube administrators. The discussions had died down online, and some people were speculating that Bakugo had quit making videos altogether. It was clearly driving him crazy, and Kirishima felt like he needed a distraction of sorts.

So, on one Saturday when he was supposed to be meeting Bakugo at the cafe, he texted him ahead of time with an address and told him to meet him there. Bakugo asked why, but when Kirishima refused to say he didn't protest.

Kirishima stood outside of the giant arcade, hugging his jacket sleeves to him for extra warmth while he waited on Bakugo to arrive. It usually got cold fast in these parts, but it never failed to surprise him just how fast the weather changed.

After a little while, he recognized Bakugo's car pull up and park next to the curb. He raised a hand in greeting as he trudged up to him, his face set in his permanent scowl. "An arcade?" He asked when he was standing next to him. "Seriously?"