(Completed) Press Play {Kiribaku YouTuber AU}

8

***So, funny story. Y'all remember how I said last time that that next week would be super busy and crazy? Well, I was right. It's currently Thursday, and I stayed home from school today. You know why? I'm sick. Pretty simple, right? Y'all wanna know how I got sick? I GOT SICK FROM EXHAUSTION. I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THIS WAS FUCKING POSSIBLE. I had an FFA competition on Wednesday, and I had to wake up at 4 AM in order to catch my bus on time. I have trouble sleeping, so I went to bed early, but it didn't help much. Needless to say, I was exhausted all day long after only getting about 1-2 hours of sleep. Not to mention I was stressed about the competition itself because I'd forgotten my script and couldn't practice. Finally, I got back home, and tried to take a nap. Failure. I ended up lying in bed staring at the ASL poster on my wall for two hours. After that, I got up to eat something, and I had a headache. I thought this was normal considering how little sleep I'd had, but about twenty minutes after eating, while I was watching One Piece, it started getting worse. Another ten minutes later, I start feeling sick. Five minutes later, I threw up. Afterwards, my mom had to help me downstairs to my room because I was dizzy, and I laid down for the rest of the night until I finally fell asleep around midnight. When I woke up this morning, the first thing I noticed was that the room was upside down. I snoozed my alarm for ten minutes, and when I woke up again I was nauseous. I went upstairs, promptly threw up for a second time, and told my mom she would have to drag my to school by my hair. That said, I've gotten more sleep now and am feeling a lot better, so I decided to finish a chapter for you guys. And the moral of the story is, GET YOUR FUCKING SLEEP, KIDS***

Kirishima left around one that afternoon, to Bakugo's disappointment. If it had been up to him, he would have had Kirishima stay for the rest of the night, but he had to go to work, and Bakugo wasn't that much of an ass that he'd keep him from his job.

His original plan had been to just spend the day inside his apartment doing nothing, but evidently Deku had other ideas. About an hour after Kirishima had to leave, he got a call from him asking to meet up with him and a few others at a local buffet restaurant. He didn't particularly feel like going, but it was better than doing nothing.

So he got up off his ass and changed clothes, grabbing his black beanie on the way out. He liked wearing it because it kept his face slightly hidden, and therefore there was less of a chance of him being recognized. And especially now, that was the absolute last thing he wanted. When he made it to his car, he sent Deku a short text to let him know he was on his way.

They'd been to this particular buffet a million times, seeing as they'd been going since high school, and the way was practically instinct by that point. Bakugo's thoughts started to wander to Kirishima as he continued along the familiar roads. He wasn't going to lie; he would have much rather stayed at home with Kirishima instead of going out with Deku. He made a mental note to text him later and ask where he worked at, so that he could visit him at some point.

He almost drove right past the restaurant while preoccupied with his thoughts. Trying to force thoughts of Kirishima out of his head, he pulled into the parking lot and got out, spotting Deku talking with Half and Half in front of the doors. With them was a girl with short, brown hair, another girl with long, dark green hair, and a guy with square glasses and a dark undercut. Bakugo recognized them as Deku's friends, though he could never remember their names. He just called them Round Face, Kermit, and Four Eyes.

Deku noticed him first, and turned to face him with a warm smile. "There you are, Kacchan! Thanks for coming!"

"Whatever," Bakugo readjusted his beanie so that it hid more of his face. "Not like I had anything else to do."

If any of them didn't like his grumpiness, they didn't say anything as the small group headed inside the restaurant. After a short scuffle over who was going to pay, Half and Half ended up paying with a wallet Bakugo happened to know wasn't even actually his, but his father's. Afterwards, they all got their drinks and headed off to grab food from the buffet tables.

Bakugo didn't feel much like eating, so he let them go and sat by himself, pulling out his phone. His eyes fell to a new message from Kirishima, which he immediately tapped to open and read.

Hey, man! Again, sorry about having to leave so suddenly earlier. I can come back after my shift if you want?

Bakugo was just about to start typing his response when he heard someone screech from across the room. He glanced up, intending to just see what the fuck was going on, but he froze when he saw the girl who'd screeched was looking straight at him.

"It's Ground Zero!" She announced unnecessarily loudly, waving her arm in the air while holding her cell phone in the other. "That's Ground Zero over there! Oh my God!" She hurried over, too quickly for Bakugo to get up and make his escape. Het announcement had brought several other people in the same direction, and within seconds he was trapped in the swarm of bodies.

Great, great, fucking great. Just how was he supposed to get out of this one? Camera flashes blared every few seconds, effectively blinding him and further blocking his escape.

"Ground Zero!" One of the people shouted at him. "Is it true you beat a man to death? Why aren't you in prison still?"

"Is it true he was your best friend?"

"Is it true you only spent six months time?"

"Is it true that he made a recovery, or is he dead?"

"Ground Zero!"

"Ground Zero!"

"Mr. Bakugo!"

Finally, Bakugo couldn't take it anymore. He would explain everything to Deku later, but he had to get out of there. He stood up and forced the table forwards a couple inches, causing a few members of the crowd to stumble over each other. Their questions melded into one another until all Bakugo could hear was the frantic sound of their voices, but not a trace of the words they were actually saying.

"Move!" He growled, attempting to force his way through the crowd. It was difficult, but somehow he managed to stumble out of the thick of the crowd and made a beeline for the exit.

He could hear the people yelling his name and scrambling to follow him, but he didn't hesitate once as he headed for his car. He pushed the lock down the second he was inside, just in time for the crowd to start gathering at the windows, still calling his name and asking a million questions.

Glancing behind him, he saw there were even some people Stu enough to have gathered at the rear end of his car, so he couldn't even back out of the parking lot without running someone over, and then he'd really be in trouble. So he turned the key and let the engine run, trying to scare them away from the back. Thankfully, it worked, and as soon he saw an opening he put the car in reverse and drove off as fast as he could. They chased him a couple feet before finally giving up as he hit the main roads and sped away.

He drove for a couple more minutes just to make absolutely sure he'd lost them, and then pulled out his phone again, bringing up his conversation with Kirishima once again. There were already a ton of notifications filling his Twitter feed about the encounter, but he wanted to ignore them. He wanted Kirishima.

No, fuck waiting. Give me the address. I'm coming to you.