✧ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. ✧

Chapter Two: The Live Stream

Bakugou turns to his boyfriend, having an idea. "I say he calls me Kacchan for the duration of being my bodyguard."

Before Kirishima can agree, Midoriya shakes his head. "Absolutely not, it goes against my book of conduct for being a bodyguard!"

Kirishima lifts an eyebrow. "Book of conduct?"

"Yes! Rule one is never take anything I say seriously unless I'm drunk or fighting someone."

Bakugou shakes his head, baffled. "That's the most conflicting sentence I've ever heard."

Midoriya gives Katsuki a look. "Me? Conflicting? You're conflicting! You have six hundred moods by day's end." Izuku lowers his voice to mimic the blonde. "Fight me, Midoriya! Explain your random nicknames Midoriya! Let's be clear I didn't want to hire you Midoriya! Look how hot I looked in that superhero movie I did, Midoriya!"

Kirishima falls to the ground shaking with laughter. "I don't think we've hit the last one yet." He says between breaths.

Izuku clamps a hand over his mouth, why did he always loosen his tongue around these two?

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that; I'm not attracted to you like that! I mean I am hella gay, but I would never try and-"

Kirishima sighs and Izuku got the feeling he was going to use this against him. "You can make it up Bakubabe and me by doing my live stream with us."

Bakugou growls at the redhead. "Who the fuck said I was doing a live stream?"

Kirishima grins, sticking out his tongue. "I did."

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Third Person Omniscient

Bakugou folded his arms, annoyed. "Why am I doing this again?"

Kirishima stops fiddling with the camera settings and grins at his boyfriend. "'Cause you love me!"

Izuku walks into the room; he had been forced to try on some of Kirishima's old clothing, for reasons that Izuku still didn't think made sense. He was just a background person. What did it matter what he wore?

Bakugou glances at the male, the greenette looked presentable, but just barely.

Kirishima claps his hands and sets his camera on his tripod before skipping up to Midoriya gleefully.

"Do I look okay? I don't really understand why you had me change; this is just a pair of jeans and a black turtleneck." Midoriya plays with the collar of his shirt, feeling subconscious.

"Your outfit from before sucked." Bakugou footnotes, not looking up from his phone.

Izuku bites his inner-cheek to stop himself from retorting something he'd be keen to take back later.

Kirishima waves a hand, doubting that Izuku couldn't pull off every outfit he put on, the male was sort of plain, but he had a natural handsomeness to him that was impossible to replicate. "Don't mind him. He's just an ass. I think you look great!"

Izuku reddens, suddenly feeling warm. "T-Thanks."

Kirishima signals for Izuku to sit down next to Bakugou, assuring the green-haired boy that the blonde wouldn't try to kill him. Katsuki made no such affirmations.

Izuku fiddles with his shirt, gnawing on his lip, he'd never done anything like this before and wasn't entirely sure how they operated.

Katsuki stared at Midoriya, strangely intrigued, the male was just muttering to himself as if no one was in the room; it was hilarious.