Chapter 2

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Eijiro Kirishima was standing in his bedroom, freshly showered, and getting dressed for the night. As he's tugging on an old black t-shirt, his phone pinged with security alert. He fished his phone out of the pocket of his jeans and checked the time.

Wow, 7:30 on the dot!!!

He opened the notification, one of his security cameras out front of the garage captures a tall man with light, spikey hair climb off of a sleek dark colored sports bike. The man walks up to the garage door and bangs his closed fits against the thick metal door. Eijiro rolls his eyes and chuckles as he watched the man get more annoyed the longer he waits. Suddenly, his phone starts ringing.

"Hey bro!!! You ready for tonight?!"

"Oh fuck yeah dude!!! Tonight's the night I'm gonna kick your ass in Smash Bro's!!!"

"Careful Kami, I might like that," Eijiro says, pretending to be flirtatious. Denki Kaminari guffaws on the other end of the phone.

"You kinky fucker. So who's the mystery man you said's joining us tonight?"

"Soooo... Do you remember that one guy from our shop class?"

"Uhh the one with silverish hair?"

"No no no, the other one, he called you 'Sparky' after you nearly electrocuted yourself in the shop?" Kaminari lets out a loud gasp.

"BLASTY??? KATSUKI BAKUGO??? Bro... you had a HUUUUUUGE crush on him in school!!!"

"Yeeaahhhh 'Blasty," Kirishima let's out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Are you sure about this dude? He was a total douch and pretty volatile. I don't want you to get your hopes up and him not turn out to be a good dude. Plus, you don't even know if he's into guys or not."

"That's kinda why I invited him, to find out for myself. Maybe show him the collection?"

"That only worked on the twinks, bro. I don't think Blasty is the type to be easily impressed by the cars." At that exact moment, another series of lound raps against the garage door sounded through the shop.

"Hey, Kami, he's here. Hurry up, pick up Sero and get over here!!!"

"Alright alright alright, I'm hurrying!!! I'll see you in a bit!!!"

Eijiro ends the call and opened his security system's app again and used it to open the garage door. He shrugs on his favorite flannel, grabs two cold bottles of beer from the fridge and walks out to the garage.

"It's about fucking time, Shitty Hair. I've been waiting outside for too fucking long," Katsuki growls. Kirishima chuckles again, but stops in his tracks as he takes in the tall blonde in front of him. He was gorgeous. He was donned in a pair of black leather boots, thick muscular thighs perfectly filling a pair of faded black skinny jeans that were ripped at the knees. A white V-neck shirt pulled taut across his expansive, Herculean chest with a loose black and orange flannel. A heavy denim jacket hung off his massive shoulders, and what almost looks like a pout on Bakugo's lips makes Kirishima's mouth run dry.

"M-my bad dude, I was in the back. I didn't hear you knocking."

"Yeah, whatever Shitty Hair. Lead the way, I have no idea where to go."

"I wanna show you something first. I think you might like it!!!" Bakugo rolls his eyes and let's out a huffy breath.

"Whatever. What kind of beer is that?"

"Oh!!! Sorry dude, it's Asahi? If you don't like it, it's not a problem, I can see if the bros can pick up whatever beer you like on their way here!!!"

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