Kiribaku Oneshots

Bad Little Boy (Part 1)

This is gonna be another two parter because it's sooooo long, and because I can't wait to share it.
PSA: The legal drinking age in Japan is 20 years old, so don't comment saying they're underage. Thank you.

Fucking hell. He told tape face that he doesn't like parties, so how the hell was he convinced into going to this one?! Bakugou had turned 20 just months before, so his "friends" thought it would be a good idea to take him to a party for once. The thing is, he's what you'd call a "goody two shoes" or a "college nerd". So sue him, he actually cares about his grade! But even so, he sort of fits the description. Prefers to study, never smoked or drunk, glasses and graphic tees, and of course, he's a virgin. Will he admit it? Absolutely not. Anyway, he hates parties. Why would he spend his time in a place with loud, drunk, and possibly high college students when he could be doing more productive things?! The moment he walks in, he's bombarded with new sensations. It's dark, aside from colorful flashing lights emitting from fixtures on either side of a cheep dj that the host hired. It's loud, from both the music, and the voices of the mass of students crowding the space. The smells of alcohol, smoke, weed, and white trash perfume flood his senses and start to give him a headache. He quickly loses his "friends" in the mass, and resorts to finding a somewhat clear space by a wall after getting a drink. He had tried to find the least alcoholic drink he could, and settled for a bottle of beer, though he's hesitant to actually drink it.

After he'd taken a few experimental sips, he'd gotten used to the taste, but is still drinking sparingly. He looks around to see if he can spot any of his dumbass "friends", with no luck, but another group catches his eye. Across the room, a group of about five people looks like they're having a good time. They look like the stereotypical campus "punks". All but one of them clad in some form of leather or torn black garment, sprinkled with the glitter of piercings, or painted with hair dye and/or tattoos. The one outlier being a girl he recognizes as Yaoyorozu, the smartest and richest girl on campus. Another girl with dark purple hair has her arm around the ravenette's waist, and both of them seem content in the situation. Bakugou never took Yaoyorozu as the kind to hang out with people like that, though he did sense an air of lesbian energy from her. The other extras in the group aren't even worth noting...except for one. A man, looking to be Bakugou's age, leans up against the wall as he laughs at something one of the others says. Now this one, Bakugou sizes up.

He doesn't look much taller than Bakugou, but he is definitely broader and bulkier. It makes the blonde wonder what kind of muscles he's hiding behind his leather jacket and white tee. Contrary, his face is square and strong, handsome, but with a bit of cuteness mixed in. It's probably his smile- oh fuck, his smile. A big, bright toothy grin that almost brightens the room, only decorated by two simple rings adorning his bottom lip. His hair is dyed a blood red, and spiked up in a weird...but oddly cool style. His eyes drift downward, scanning the redhead's lower half. He's wearing slightly distressed black jeans, the rips and holes starting at his knees and climbing up his thighs, unintentionally drawing the blonde's attention to...that region. His cheeks flush a bright pink when he makes a note that the redhead's pants seem a little...tight. A warm fluttery feeling in his stomach makes his head snap up to avoid the embarrassing thoughts flooding his brain, but to his surprise, he makes eye contact with the redhead. His face flushes a bright red. How long had he been looking at him?! The redhead smirks and gives him a wink, and he turns back to his drink.

He takes a gulp of his beer, hoping to distract himself from his gay thoughts, but to no avail. He finds himself constantly glancing at the redhead, sizing him up over and over until he's imagining exactly what he looks like without the jacket, without his shirt, and before his subconscious can touch the button on his jeans, he's snapped back to reality when a voice talks to him.
"Hey,~" it sings, drawing his gaze to a girl standing in front of him. She looks like the generic party going college girl, red solo cup in hand, probably wasted already. "What's a cute guy like you doing over here?~" she asks. Bakugou rolls his eyes.
"Not a fuckin party person," he huffs.
"Aw, really? You're too handsome to be a wallflower," she giggles. Bakugou clicks his tongue.
"If you say so," he says dismissively. She saunters a little closer, donning a coy smirk.
"There's an empty room upstairs if you're looking for quiet,~" she hums. Bakugou may be a virgin, but he's not stupid.
"Not interested," he says flatly. This phrase meaning a number of things. First off, he's gay, and second, even if he weren't, he doesn't want his first time to be taken by some drunk bitch in some frat boy's bedroom.