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Katsuki had just come back from a hellish night turn at the hospital. It was a pain in the ass being the new one in the place, but he couldn’t be happier with the job. Medical school and all the hell it had been, was well worth it, he loved his job. Which didn’t mean he was any less exhausted thanks to his messed up sleeping hours.
When he gets the chance, he ought to convince Aizawa, his boss, to give him better turns. Sure, he is just a freshly graduated that doesn’t have anyone to go back to at home but he definitely appreciates working when the sun’s still out.
As soon as he enters his apartment he sighs, relieved. Naturally he would have grabbed something to eat or even just some tea but Katsuki just wanted to drop dead so he did so.
He dropped his backpack in the corner of his room and got undressed, throwing the clothes to the laundry basket, because he isn’t an animal and appreciates the order.
Summer has been a bitch for the last few days, so he decided against wearing clothes to sleep. One of the many disadvantages of sleeping during the day was that the temperature was way warmer. Katsuki didn’t feel like waking up drenched on his own sweat today. Or any day for that matter.
The sheets were soft in his skin and before he even noticed, he had fallen asleep like a starfish.
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Katsuki heard the lock on the front door being opened and he opened his eyes immediately.
Someone had broken into his place.
His mind didn’t take long to create a web of theories about how someone might have gotten in his place and all the stuff they might be trying to rob him. Katsuki was far from a rich guy, didn’t I mention he just graduated? His studies won’t be paying themselves. But that didn’t mean he lacked valuable stuff, his parents sent him a fair amount of money and Katsuki was always working on something aside to make extra bucks.
There was no way in hell some random bastard without a job was going to take anything away from him.
Glancing at the clock he noted it wasn't even noon, groaning at the hour he was being forced to wake up. He would have been happy to sleep until evening, but no, some fucker wanted to rob him in plain daylight.
Without wasting time Katsuki got up his bed straight to where he had his sword placed, only then noticing his naked state that might complicate this situation. One can’t just go around a stranger bare like a newborn baby no matter how smooth his well cared skin is. But he didn’t have time to pick up clothes, it was either some night gown or the sword.
But let’s go back a little: You might be wondering, why does Katsuki own a sword ?
Answer: He is gay, next question.
What shall Katsuki do now? Pick up some clothes and risk getting robbed or run out with both swords out and fight the bastard that dared to break in his place?
(Do I really need to answer this question?
He is Bakugou fucking Katsuki, of course he doesn’t care about some random buglar seeing his ass while he beats the shit out of them.)
He decided to fight the bastard.
Katsuki picked the sword in his hands and swore in the name of his old ancestors (whom he had no idea where they were from, but he trusted it must be somewhere with swords) that he ought to finish this bastard even if it takes his last breath, although Katsuki might have or might have not just woken up from a swordfight dream and that’s why he was in this kind of mood. Perhaps, it all had been a premonition to this moment of his life.
He kicked his dorm room open and channeled all his ire, fury and rage in a single battle cry as he swung the sword threatenly:
“DIE!!!”
“Holy shit-” a guy yelped, clearly surprised by Katsuki’s magnificent skills with the sword, falling to the floor on his ass intimidated by Katsuki’s greatness, as he should.
Katsuki grinned at having successfully scared shitless the burglar.
No matter how badass you think you are, a naked person swinging a sword at you will knock you off balance both physically and mentally. Some might leave traumatized, even. Katsuki wouldn’t know, this was the first time he did this and he was certain he should do it more often. Scaring Deku should be fun.
“You put back anything you might have picked up or the police won’t even find your body, motherfucker!” Katsuki threatened, having no idea where his phone was but very sure he could knock out this guy and hand him to the police for him to rot. That’s what he gets for having such a shitty red hair.
“But the fire extinguishers-!” the guy protested from the floor.
Katsuki frowned and got the sword under his chin, cornering him to a wall. “Who the fuck would want to steal my fire extinguishers?!”
“I didn’t come to steal anything!”
What.
“What?”
It was only then that Katsuki bothered to look at the guy's clothes. Sure, since he wasn’t wearing any himself he didn't bother to judge someone else’s fashion choices, which was probably the reason why only now he saw the uniform of this guy. It seemed familiar because…
“I’m just from the fire department! Eh, I had to come to check for fire extinguishers in the complex! Don’t kill me!” The guy explained, showing his permissions and… was that his ID?
“Oh.”
Well now this is embarrassing.
What was he supposed to do now? It’s not like he could go back in time to erase all his past mistakes to this point, he was already naked for the world to see with his regrettable choices. Even if the world was just this Shitty Hair guy.
He decided that putting the sword to a side might be the best start.
“I thought you were a burglar,” he said. “My bad.” And that might be the closest thing to an apology that would ever leave his mouth.
“D-don’t worry!” Shitty Hair chirped, face as read as his hair. “I should have knocked... although I was told that I could just come in and… that.”
Shitty Hair was now looking at Katsuki. Whether it was fear on his eyes Bakugou couldn't tell. Either way, it didn't last long, because the guy got his shit together enough to talk.
“I’m Kirishima Eijirou! Nice to meet you.” He smiled, like the whole scene wasn’t the funniest thing to ever happen to him in his life. Kirishima really wanted to laugh.
“Bakugou.” The voice was cold and didn’t move an inch from his spot. Kirishima was intimidated enough to not dare to get up from his spot on the floor.
“Do you… do you not want to go get clothes?” Not that he minded.
“How do I know this is just some excuse to steal all my stuff while I go grab some pants? As far as I’m concerned no one told me some knock off fireman was coming today.” Katsuki couldn’t recall the landlord telling him shit about this surprise visit.
“Ah, trust issues uh?”
“Suck a dick,” Katsuki snapped defensively, but was oblivious enough to not notice Kirishima not precisely looking at his eyes.
Kirishima coughed. “Maybe they forgot...?”
Katsuki considered it a second. “Show me your papers again, Shitty Hair.”
“Shitty Hair? Our hair is not that different!” he pointed out, but he showed Bakugou the papers.
Katsuki walked to the kitchen counter when he had his reading glasses, not leaving his eyes off Kirishima who finally got up the floor. Now that he looked clearly at him, Katsuki realized Kirishima was a little more boarded than himself and that they should probably be around the same height if it wasn’t for his ridiculous spiked hair. He wondered how it might look down, Kirishima said he was a fireman, didn’t he? It must get really messy at work and...
Katsuki shook his head. That was a train of thought he didn’t want to continue no matter how the mental image could get.
Therefore, he focused on the papers at hand. It seemed legit. He supposes Nezu, the landlord, is as much of a bastard as he seems to be. That guy was way too smart to not know that Bakugou sleeped during the day. This might as well be a revenge from that one time Katsuki called him a rat.
He took away the glasses and sighed angrily. (Can one sigh angrily? Bakugou definitely can.)
Apparently, apartment complexes will flat out forget to tell you they’re sending someone over from the fire department to check… what was he going to check again?
“So you’re here to look for fire extinguishers, right?” Katsuki raised an eyebrow and Kirishima visibly gulped.
“Yes! That’s… that’s why I’m here, yeah. Extinguishers.”
“Alright then,” Katsuki shrugged. “Do your thing, inspector Shitty Hair.”
“Oh, no! I’m actually just a fireman.”
“Then what are you doing here?”
“Tamaki’s been having bad anxiety days so talking with strangers wasn’t in his favorite things to do so I’m replacing him!” Kirishima explained. Turns out the guy was also nice. “Oh man, actually I’m glad. It wouldn’t have gone well if he was here instead of me. You’re quite a… uh, a fiery guy.”
Bakugou stared at him unimpressed. “You say it for the sword or the naked part?”
“Both, actually. Either is enough to scare anyone.” Or lead them to an anxiety attack, for that matter, as long as you have enough emotions inside your body.
“Lame.”
“May I ask… why do you own a sword?”
Kirishima might have been hoping for some heritage story or a curse, something his ancestor left him or some secret crusade. However, he was not ready for the truth.
“I’m gay.”
Kirishima blinked twice at the blunt honesty.
“Okay, fair.” He admitted. “I’m bad at math.”
“You gay too, then?” Katsuki assumed from his confession.
“Yeah.”
You know how it is for gays and the math spectrum, you either cry with fractions (Kirishima) or reinvent physics (Bakugou, someday).
“Nice.” Because what else were you supposed to say to the random fireman that showed up to your house and you greeted naked that might be actually quite handsome with thick eyelashes and broad shoulders after he comes out to you after you came out to him?
What was his life now but some weird ass shit porn plot, because all this felt like some weird ass porn plot. This is ridiculous.
Now that he thought about it, getting some pants wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Katsuki was far from ashamed of his body, in case it wasn’t obvious in the way he didn’t act awkward in a situation like this. In fact, he was rather proud. He put work on it, going to the gym and stuff. One would have to be quite foolish to assume a nice body came without hardwork.
But Katsuki was certain that wearing clothes was part of societal norms, whether you had a fit body or soft curves.
His teachers told him a lot that he was kind of a rebel for society expectations, so he supposed it didn’t hurt anybody if he stayed like this a while. Kirishima was doing his job and he'll be finishing soon. So, why bother?
Little did Katsuki know, he was, in fact, hurting Kirishima’s poor little gay heart.
Good for him, he finished doing whatever checking the extinguishers is about while Katsuki played with the sword a little. So now Kirishima was at Katsuki’s door and about to leave the place, after surviving the weirdest job shenanigan he ever encountered.
Except that Kirishima wasn’t moving, he just stayed there biting his lip and Katsuki couldn’t help but notice he had sharp teeth.
Uh. Interesting.
He crossed his arms. “What? Do you want a goodbye kiss?”
Kirishima looked caught off guard but he recovered easily.
“I was thinking about your number but I wouldn’t mind that either,” Kirishima said and it was super effective!
The Smooth Motherfucker.
Katsuki blushed hard and for the first time in the whole encounter he felt actually embarrassed.
“Fuck you,” he growled defensively. Kirishima’s confidence trembled for a moment. “I have standards. Take me on a date first, dumbass.” Katsuki grabbed a marker nearby and wrote down his number on Kirishima’s hand.
A hand that was in fact big and strong, with some callouses proof of hard work. Katsuki wouldn’t mind discovering what he could do with those pretty hands and I’m talking about homemade bread, fools, because Katsuki isn’t simping. Careful.
Kirishima beamed when he saw it, he was like a little sun. Katsuki smiled softly back at him.
“You must be the manliest guy I ever met, Bakugou.”
That was one weird compliment but he’ll take it.
Katsuki leaned a little, getting closer to Kirishima’s face just enough that he could see his small and almost unnoticeable freckles. He saw his cheeks get redder, from his perspective it must have seemed that Katsuki was about to kiss him. He was considering it, Kirishima’s lips looked nice. But instead, in the last moment, he turned a little leaving a short peck on his cheek. Like a bastard.
“See you later, Kirishima.” And with that impressive performance, he closed the door just in time for him to have a mental breakdown over the cute fireman he apparently scored a date after being seen naked.
Nice.
Katsuki went back to his room ready to take a nap. An hour or so would be nice, just to gather enough energy to actually start with his usual routine if he hadn’t been woken up earlier.
When he was setting an alarm in order to not sleep in, he found his phone vibrating with new messages. He felt funny when he saw an unknown number with a familiar red head as an icon. He quickly changed to Shitty Hair.
- Kirishima
- you guys won’t guess what happened at work today
- long story short:
- When a Hot Blond comes at you naked swinging with a sword:
- holy shit wrong chat
- i’m so sorry
- i didn’t mean to
- Bakugou
- Does the shitty hair messes up your braincell’s sinapsis or you’re just Chronically Stupid?
- Kirishima
- i have no idea what any of that means
- Bakugou
- Good
- You’re stupid
- I like that in men
