It was a very low key event for a bachelor party, in Midoriya's opinion. He had been to a few before, and figured out of every one- Kirishima would have gone out with a bang!

Instead, they were at Kirishima's flat while his fiance was off at their friend's house the night before the big day- beer and macho movies playing.

"You really don't want to go to a strip club or anything?" Midoriya asked Kirishima, settling in on the couch.

"We definitely need to hit a strip joint!" Mineta cheered.

"Nah! Plus, I am sure the ole ball n chain would de-ball me if I did!" Kirishima laughed out. "Just spending a night with my boys is good enough! Plus we have plenty of beer!"

"Very responsible of you!" Iida exclaimed, sipping his beer carefully.

"We could have at least gotten a stripper," Kaminari said.

"Stripper!" Mineta called out.

"No stripper!" Kirishima laughed.

"Lame…" Kaminari whined- then him and Mineta got to whispering as Midoriya and Kirishima started to go over plans for the next day.

That was all lately it had seemed to be. One friend pairing off then getting hitched, then another. They never would have thought in a million years that Kirishima of all people would be the next. He was always known as the forever bachelor.

"C'mon! Let's start this Die Hard marathon already!" Kirishima said, grabbing another beer.

Settling in, snacks lined up on the coffee table and the movie blaring. Midoriya felt a calm settle over the room as everyone did what they always did on weekends. It was almost a normal evening for them and even he thought this was a lower key bachelor party than it should have been. Even with Iida's- they went bar hopping as Iida got free shots for being the bachelor of the night.

He was into his third beer and the first movie coming to an end, when there was a knock at the door. Pausing the movie, Kirishima looked at his watch. "Who the hell…?" he rambled before getting up to answer the door.

Midoriya getting up to walk with him and as they opened the door- a blond in an all too tight tank that was very low cut, stood and glared at them.

"You with the shitty hair," he growled, "You Kirishima?"

"Um…." Kirishima mumbled.

"YES!" Kaminari and Mineta yelled. "Stripper!"

Midoriya and Kirishima looked at each other than at the blond glaring at them at the entryway. A huff and the blond pushed passed them, kicking off his shoes as he walked in. Midoriya had to laugh to himself a bit- this would liven up the party.

"Well… You did say you had a weakness for blonds," Midoriya said with a shrug.

"Which is why I'm marrying a blond!... well sorta! You know what I mean!" Kirishima hissed. "Ohmygod… my fiance is going to kill me!"

Before they knew what was happening, the blond had taken Kirishima's hand and was pulling him to the back room. Midoriya and Iida stared at each other in shock as Kaminari got to bitching at Mineta.

"Why isn't he stripping out here?" Kaminari asked.

Midoriya had to wonder too. Usually the strippers stayed out for all to enjoy.

It was only minutes later- Mineta got to giggling and holding his center as screaming from the back room erupted. Kirishima came bolting out the bedroom with his hands on the clasp of his jeans.

"A hooker! You got a fucking hooker!" Kirishima screamed then ran to hide behind Iida.

"A… hooker?" Midoriya whispered.

"I said a stripper!" Kaminari hissed at Mineta.

Rolling his eyes, trying not to laugh, and Mineta took a deep breath. "Figured he would want one last big bang before signing his dick away!"

The blond came out the back room, looking even madder than he had originally. His hands were in his pockets and his face tense. "You're still fucking paying me!"

"Mineta!" they all yelled.

"Well is anyone going to fuck him?" Mineta asked.

"NO!" they all yelled.

"You idiots figure it out," the blond said before heading the balcony. "I'm gonna smoke." before he stepped out, he turned back to them. "And I expect a big fucking tip too!"

All of them sat down and got their wallets out. Mineta was still laughing but promised he would pay them all back. Kirishima was as red as his hair as he sat back groaning. " Ohmygod … right before my wedding."

"None of this!" Iida proclaimed as he jumped up. "We got the money and nothing happen! Your dignity is still in tact!"

"So… um…" Kaminari started. "Who is taking the grumpy hooker his payment?"

No one said anything and they all just stared at one another. Finally with a huge sigh, Midoriya grabbed the money and glared at them all. "You're all chicken shit!" he said before heading out to the balcony. Turning back, Midoriya looked at Mineta. "Do you even know his name?"

"His profile online said Kacchan," Mineta said.

Stepping out onto the balcony, Midoriya saw where Kacchan was leaning against the railing, smoking. His body was well sculpted and his brow was knit up. There was a way the muscles in his arms looked tense, though he was relaxed. His waist tiny, and his chest… let's say he had cleavage that peaked from the skin tight tank he was wearing.

"I'm… um… well we are sorry," Midoriya trailed off and held out a shaking hand. "Here is your money, Kacchan."

A snort and Kacchan turned to face him, the cigarette perched from his lips. Taking the money he counted it, then slipped it into his pocket. "You can call me Katsuki."

"But Kacchan was-"

"-That's not for actually being used," Katsuki growled.

"Oh."

"Street name for when I'm working… boss says it makes me more likable or some shit."

"Well… you are kinda scary," Midoriya said, then yelped and covered his mouth. The three beers he had had seem to be taking the honesty route.

"Scary, huh?" Katsuki asked, then flicked his cigarette over the railing. "What's so scary? Me… or what I do?"

If Midoriya was being honest- it was both. He felt his face grow warm and couldn't believe he was outside, on Kirishima's balcony, talking to a hooker.

"Both?" Midoriya whispered, though it sounded more like a question than an answer.

Tilting his head, Katsuki looked Midoriya up and down- slowly. It made Midoriya shift on his feet uncomfortably being stared at this way.

"So I'm scary," Katsuki said, smirking. "Let me guess… you're a virgin?"

"Huh?" Midoriya yelped. Why would someone just ask this?! "How?"

"You are way to jumpy being around me," Katsuki said, "I know the signs."

"...oh," Midoriya had no idea he was so obvious.

A chuckle and Katsuki walked closer to him. Midoriya gulped and slowly looked up into fierce eyes staring down at him. A heat came off to Katsuki and it vibrated through him, even though they weren't touching.

"Gimme your phone," Katsuki said.

"Huh?" Midoriya's mind had stopped functioning the moment 'virgin' left Katsuki's lips. He only jumped a little when Katsuki reached around his body, his hand in his back pocket- momentarily cupping his bottom before taking his phone.

All he could do was stand there as Katsuki stared at him. "Gimme your password."

He doesn't even remember speaking, but four numbers whispered from his lips. The glow of his phone radiating off Katsuki's face before he locked the screen and his arm was back around Midoriya. They were chest to chest and Katsuki held still longer than he should have.

"Call me sometime," Katsuki whispered in his ear, his lips just barely brushing over the shell of his ear. "I love innocent cute virgins… no charge either."

His body was cold from Katsuki stepping away and he had no idea what the hell had just happened. Blinking his eyes, Midoriya found himself alone on the balcony as he heard a growl moving through the flat. Grabbing his phone, he went and saw where Katsuki had left his phone number. Smiling, Midoriya liked how he left his name as 'Kacchan'.

It had been three weeks. Five times Midoriya almost erased Kacchan's number and twenty attempts at sending a text. Twice he almost drunk called him.

Why did that one contact in his phone weigh so much on his mind?

Midoriya couldn't stop thinking about Katsuki. There was something so magnetic about that brief moment shared on the balcony he could not put his finger on. The fierce stance, the fire behind Katsuki's eyes, the way his belly flipped- Midoriya's mind was gone.

Even when he was at work, he found himself rethinking those few minutes over and over. His head in his hands and Midoriya groaned. Once again he was sitting at his desk- that contact on his screen.

"Still never called him, huh?" Kirishima asked, coming over and sitting on his desk. He had been gone for a week after his wedding and was back to work.

A groan was how Midoriya answered him.

"C'mon man!" Kirishima exclaimed. "I mean, if I wasn't getting married, there is no way I'd have turned that guy down! Call him!"

"You just have a weakness for blondes," Midoriya pointed out.

"This is true," Kirishima agreed. "But it is lunch time, c'mon."

As it always was, Midoriya had lunch with his coworkers. Friends from college- all moved to the city and working alongside each other. Midoriya lived the same day in and out. The only excitement he had had recently- was three weeks ago out on the balcony with a stranger.

"Dude, gimme his number and I'll call him for you!" Kirishima joked. "I asked Mineta, but he only had the agency's number."

"You asked Mineta?" Midoriya yelped.

"Of course I did! Here I am, coming back from my honeymoon and hoping you had some hot stories to tell me," Kirishima said, "Only to find out you haven't even tried!"

"Too much time has gone by now…" Midoriya mumbled.

"Still debating on calling the hooker?" Kaminari asked as he sat at their table with his lunch.

"Are we still talking about that?" Mineta asked. "Sheesh! It's a hooker! It is what they do!"

"Gotta get Midoriya here to actually call him !" Kirishima laughed.

A groan and Midoriya banged his head on the counter. Why had he even told these guys that Katsuki gave him his personal number? This was how it had been the past three weeks. Midoriya hated how chicken shit he was! How hard was it to make one phone call?

"Just gimme his phone!" Mineta shouted.

Before Midoriya could react, Kaminari had grabbed his phone, tossing it to Mineta- who in turn took off running to the restroom.

"Hey!" Midoriya cried- too in shock to move.

"They can't get passed your lock code," Iida pointed out as he joined them at the table.

Relaxing, Midoriya sighed and grabbed for his lunch. He really need to just delete Katsuki's number and forget that entire encounter on the balcony. Especially how good Katsuki looked, how good he smelled, and just how warm his body when they were close.

The rest of the lunch was hearing about drama in another department. Midoriya didn't even think about Mineta still gone… with his phone til he returned.

"And you have a date," Mineta chirped as he threw Midoriya's phone back at him.

"What?!" Midoriya gasped.

"I told you proper lock codes with fingerprint authentications will keep your phone safe!" Iida exclaimed.

"How? When? What?!" Midoriya stammered.

"I texted him. Tomorrow night, and dude- your password is easy to hack. Clean off your screen once in awhile," Mineta said, grabbing his soda before leaving. "You're welcome."

Midoriya didn't even wanna look at his phone. An arm around his shoulder and Kirishima was smiling at him. "At least you have a date!"

Opening his phone, Midoriya saw a string of text. He could not believe Mineta had done this.

"Wow! Mineta wasn't even pervy in his messages!" Kirishima laughed as he looked over his shoulder.

Mineta just ignored them, flipping them the middle finger over his shoulder as he continued to exit the lunch room.

To say Midoriya was a nervous wreck was an understatement. He threw up at lunch the next day and broke out in cold sweats all afternoon. There was no way he could do this! Not at all!

He had been on a few dates here and there- they were awkward, something always got spilled and he went home empty handed to never lead to a second date.

When he got home, Midoriya thought about texting Katsuki and just saying he couldn't make it. He could say he wasn't feeling well or something. It wasn't not true- Midoriya had felt like shit all day. He knew it was from his nerves and the fact that after three weeks, Katsuki still agreed on a date with him.

A text came in- startling the life out of Midoriya. He saw it was Katsuki texting his address.

He was really gonna do this… wasn't he? Taking long deep breaths, Midoriya noticed he had sweat through his shirt. Another shower then he probably should leave to meet with Katsuki.

The water falling on Midoriya had him wondering how to get out of this. Katsuki was a hooker and he was pretty damn sure Katsuki intended to fuck him tonight. Was he even ready to give up his virginity? His head started to spin as he thought about it. One the one hand- Katsuki would know what he was doing, and probably take good care of him. But on the other hand- did he want to give his virginity to a hooker?

He allowed himself to stop thinking for a brief moment as the bus took him on the other side of town.

He felt frozen in place as his feet carried him to the door of the building. Buzzing the flat number, a gruff voice answered and buzzed him in. Even as he set foot in the elevator, he felt his head spinning and asked himself what the hell was he doing.

His phone kept vibrating in his pocket. He was sure it was Mineta being an ass. Stepping off the elevator, Midoriya decided to turn off his phone for a bit. He found himself standing in front of Katsuki's door- just staring at it. He could not will his hand to reach up and knock. Thankfully, the door eventually opened and that stern face glared at him.

"Forget how to knock? Or even call?" Katsuki asked as he opened the door.

"I… um… hi!" Midoriya stammered.

"Hi," Katsuki said, opening the door wider, gesturing him to come in. "Come in."

It was a modest flat. Very modern and very well kept. Midoriya had to appreciate that. He had no idea what he imagined Katsuki's place to look like if he was being honest with himself. A run down shack with a stained mattress in the middle of the floor…

"Would you like something to drink?" Katsuki asked, just staring at him.

"Um…"

"Yeah, you need a drink," Katsuki said, moving to the kitchen. It was small, but looked spacious enough. When Katsuki came back, he held a beer out to Midoriya and led him to the living room. "Have a seat, relax."

Gulping, Midoriya was feeling more uneasy. Seeing Katsuki being so casual and so… laid back was something he had not imagined. This was so different than that night with him all angry out on the balcony. Taking a seat on the couch, Midoriya formed himself into the armrest as Katsuki sat in the center- right next to him.

"What took you so long?" Katsuki asked.

"I took the bus!" Midoriya exclaimed, knowing he wasn't late.

"I mean contacting me," Katsuki said, before lifting the beer bottle to his mouth- his lips wrapping around as he took a sip. It was erotic as hell and Midoriya had no idea why he was already thinking of Katsuki's mouth. "Three weeks… I had given up thinking you'd call."

"Oh…" Midoriya stammered. "I'd thought about it… but I…"

"What?"

Shrugging, Midoriya didn't know what to say. How do you explain you are too scared?

"Frightened?" Katsuki asked, turning to face Midoriya, making him jump.

All he could do was nod, which seem to make Katsuki smirk at him.

"Nothing to be scared of," Katsuki said. "I won't bite… unless you ask me too."

A gulp and Midoriya felt his mind explode. Katsuki was wearing his overly tight- cut all too low tank top and it was very distracting. He could feel the heat rush to his face and was afraid he would break out in cold sweats again. How was someone as plain and boring as he was, sitting here with a guy like Katsuki?

Katsuki reached his hand out, caressing the side of Midoriya's face. "Why don't you try making the first move. Might be easier."

Easier? How? What did he mean by making the first move. Midoriya had no idea what any of this was or why he even showed up here tonight.

"Idontwanttlosemyvirgintytonight!" Midoriya yelped.

Katsuki smirked again, "Then we won't fuck."

Gulping, again- Midoriya felt a bit of a weight lifted off of him. He was scared of being fucked, and he was not ready. "Not to say I won't… but not tonight," he mumbled.

That hand on his cheek caressed gently. "So there will be more than just tonight?"

"If… um… well yeah," Midoriya said.

"Then kiss me at least," Katsuki said, their faces close now.

Snapping his eyes wide open, Midoriya stared at Katsuki's mouth. Leaning forward- he allowed his lips to bump against Katsuki's before pulling back. He felt startled and just stared at Katsuki. He had never really… kissed before. Sure, in grade school a girl kissed his cheek. He kissed one of his dates once, but it was more them awkwardly bumping their noses before calling it a night.

"What was that?" Katsuki asked with a laugh.

He felt like he would melt into the couch and die. Was there a way he could just get up, grab his shoes and leave now? A hand cupping under his chin, forcing him to look Katsuki in the eyes- but Midoriya had no idea what to say.

"This is a kiss," Katsuki said, leaning in and gently pressing his lips to his.

Midoriya's eyes stayed wide open as he felt Katsuki's lips move against his. This was nice, this was really nice. Their noses didn't bump against each other, and Katsuki's lips were softer than he imagined them to be. His eyes closing and he started to move his lips against Katsuki's. His hand was clutching his beer bottle hard as Katsuki turned his head a bit more, angling their lips better- letting them slide against one another.

So this was a kiss. Midoriya felt he really like it, and didn't fight when a hand grabbed his beer from his hand and Katsuki shifted a bit. The hand on his face moved to the side of his neck as Katsuki's other hand went into his hair. A lick at the bottom of his lips and Midoriya's eyes snapped open against as he gasped.

It was that moment he felt Katsuki's tongue enter his mouth. Midoriya's mind was spinning and he let Katsuki lead the way. A sound left his throat- swallowed by Katsuki. The pit of his belly flipped and Midoriya relaxed into the cushion of the couch.

Katsuki continued to kiss him- licking around his mouth, twirling his tongue against his and even lightly sucking on the end of his tongue. When he pulled back, Midoriya gasped for air and blinked wide eyed at Katsuki.

"Now you should be able to relax," Katsuki said, grabbing his beer bottle to hand it back to him. "Dinner is ready by the way."

His head still swimming as Bakugou rubbed his arm, but got up off the couch. Tipping back his beer, Midoriya about drained the bottle completely. He could not stop thinking about that kiss and just how wonderful it was. Sure, he just kind of was in attendance to the kiss- Katsuki did the majority of the work, but still.

"You eating or not?" Bakugou barked from the kitchen.

It startled Midoriya as Katsuki was just so gentle before hand. Jumping up from his seat, he moved quickly to the kitchen, clutching the almost empty beer bottle in his hand.

"...sorry," he muttered.

"What are you mumbling about?" Katsuki asked, cocking an eyebrow at him. "You better be hungry too."

It did smell amazing in the kitchen. Midoriya was impressed. As he sat and ate dinner with Katsuki- the conversation stayed light. He explained his boring mundane life working at the office with the guys he went to college with. Katsuki explained that he had gone to college, wound up in serious debt and was approached with this job offer- saying that he would have quit after graduation, but the money was too good.

"I mean, I set my own hours, and I don't work much," he explained. "And it really isn't all that bad."

"Oh," Midoriya breathed. Of course he worked a boring, very standard office job. Paper work, spreadsheets- the whole shebang.

"So, you mentioned you didn't want to lose your virginity tonight?" Katsuki asked, leaning back as he wiped his mouth with his napkin and grabbed his beer.

Looking down at his empty plate, Midoriya nodded his head. He did want to… what was the word- fool around . But he wanted to know the person better he finally did that with.

"So, are you saying you want to… date?" Katsuki asked, raising his eyebrow back at him. "As in… date a hooker?"

He had never thought about that. Sure, Midoriya knew what Katsuki did for a living, but he also found he wanted to know Katsuki better.

"Yeah… I guess it does."