Satan's Favorite // kiribaku

39

I'm now married to one of my readers. Whoops
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Mina walked into Bakugou and Kirishima's room, wearing a pink, sparkly, skin tight dress.

"What do ya think?" She smiled at the pair, who were laying on their beds not really doing anything except talking about baby names.

"Who died to make you that dress?" Bakugou said, sitting up and staring at her.

"Babe, don't be mean. I think it looks cute!" Kirishima smiled at Mina, examining how it almost looked like her skin, except sparkly.

"Thanks, Eijiro! Bakubabe is just a moody bitch." Mina said sarcastically, making Bakugou scowl.

"Don't talk about Kat like that to his face! You gotta say it behind it back." Kirishima said, laughing a bit.

"You talk bad about me behind my back?!" Bakugou quickly turned to look at his husband.

"Of course not, babe. I would never." Kirishima smiled at the blond this time, trying not to get killed by said blond.

"Whatever. Let's get ready for this stupid party." Bakugou began getting up, but got pushed back onto the bed by Mina.

"You really think I'm gonna let you guys pick your own clothes? You'll just pick sweat pants and Eijiro will pick crocs. You guys gotta look sexy for the strippers! And for the rest of the city or whatever." Mina said, waving them off as she made her move towards their closet. The boys just sat back and watched her work her magic, seeing as she was right.

Mina finally finished and placed what she had chosen on the bed (I promise it's just the suits from the movie).

"I didn't even know we owned these." Kirishima said as he started to put on what Mina had just given him, ignoring the fact that she was still in the room.

"We didn't, until now." Bakugou said, putting on his own suit.

"How could we not own these?" Kirishima asked, but immediately gasped. "Can she make things, like you?! If that's the case, why didn't we hear-" Kirishima's mouth was covered by Bakugou's hand, making Mina perk an eyebrow up at whatever he was going to say next.

"It's something like that, alright? Now can you keep it down? You're the only one who knows." Bakugou whispered the last part so just Kirishima could hear it, and Kirishima's eyes lit up.

"Does that mean I'm special? Hell yeah!" Kirishima wrapped his arms around Bakugou's waist excitedly, expecting a kiss on the cheek from his husband. Instead, Bakugou crossed his arms.

"Of course you're fucking special, don't forget it." Bakugou said, making Kirishima more confused than ever. Usually, Bakugou would drape his arms across Kirishima's shoulders and give him a kiss of some sort, reminding him in a soft manner that he loved him. Instead, it was like Bakugou had reverted back to how he was when they first met. Distant and cold.

"Mina, can you give us a moment?" Kirishima asked, making Mina nod and send a wink their direction, totally misinterpreting the situation. "What's wrong?" Kirishima asked his husband, concerned for how he was acting.

"What do ya mean?" Bakugou asked, walking over to the mirror hanging on their wall to adjust his tie, making Kirishima sigh and walk behind the blond, hugging him from behind.

"You seem off now." Kirishima said, resting his chin on Bakugou's shoulder.

"I'm fine, let's enjoy this stupid party that I don't even want to go to." Bakugou said, walking out of their room and immediately being greeted by what seemed like a million people. Kirishima sighed, reluctantly following the blond. Kirishima watched as girls flocked around Bakugou, instantly flirting with him. Kirishima tensed up, not knowing how Bakugou would react to the girls.

Instead of listening to find out, Kirishima walked to their living room, spotting Kaminari and Sero sitting together and watching everyone around them.

"You guys feel weird about this, too?" Kirishima asked the couple, sitting next to the black haired male.

"Are you seriously asking them if they're uncomfortable in this type of setting? They're the kings of parties. They hosted them in hell all the time." Jirou said, sitting next to the red head.

"Then why aren't they... oh." Kirishima stopped his sentence as he saw the couple had gone missing, and spotted them standing on the kitchen counters. "How did they even get over there that fast?" Kirishima asked himself, but ended up getting a shrug from Jirou instead.

"Why don't you like parties?" Jirou asked, immediately regretting it as she saw Kirishima physically tense up at the question.

"So... why did Kat pick you to be his number one demon?" Kirishima asked, changing the focus of their conversation.

"Portals. Easy to go places. Easy to punish people." Jirou said, smiling at the last thought. 

"But I thought he assigned you your powers, like he did with the type of demon you were?" Kirishima asked, visibly confused.

"He can only pick your power and type of demon you are if you weren't born by two demons. My mom was a lioness demon while my dad was a cat demon. So if I were to have a baby with you or Katsuki, I'd either have a cat and dragon mix, or a cat and devil mix." Jirou explained, making Kirishima nod. That statement made him put a lot of thought into who would have the genetic baby with Jirou, since they'd be inheriting the powers. "But, since you're half human, the baby you have will also be half human. Just like Hanta and Denki, since they were humans first, too."

"I guess that makes sense." Kirishima said, getting lost in his thoughts. He knew who he wanted to be the genetic father, but he didn't know if Bakugou would feel the same way.

"Since we talked about my origins and how I came to be, can we talk about how you came to be living in an apartment by yourself, enough money to get by without a job and to go to college?" Jirou asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Well..."