Keigo finished refolding a stack of T-shirts before shuffling over to Dabi, who leaned over the cash wrap as he scrolled on his phone. The ash-blonde rubbed one of Dabi's shoulders when he let out a deep sigh and pinched his temples. "What's up, Dabs?"

Dabi shook his head. "It's my damn sister. She wants my opinion on swimsuits."

Keigo grinned. "Sounds fun."

Dabi glared at him. "I'm gay. What the fuck would I know about women's swimsuits?"

"Everything. You're gay."

Dabi groaned, throwing his phone down. "Well, she's asking me which one would look the best."

Keigo shrugged. "What's her body type?"

Dabi narrowed his brows. "I dunno. The girl-kind?"

Keigo rolled his eyes. "Just give me the phone. I'll do it."

Dabi scoffed. "You're bi. You've never made a decision in your life."

"There's a first time for everything," Keigo insisted stubbornly, holding out his hand.

Dabi begrudgingly gave him the phone and walked away to clean fingerprints off the lava lamps.

Keigo scrolled through the photos Fuyumi sent him, then stopped on a particular photo.

"Oh my god…" he muttered as his jaw dropped.

Dabi flushed with annoyance, smacking Keigo's arm. "I didn't give you my phone so you could stare at women, asshole."

"Dabs…" Keigo trailed off, holding the phone higher.

Dabi looked over Keigo's shoulder at the screen. His eyes widened. "There's no way - "

" - It's him, right?"

"The Cinnabon guy," Dabi whispered.

Keigo zoomed in on the image. I mean...he looks good."

Dabi squinted, looking closer. "But...these suits are for women, right? How…"

"Would Midnight have the balls to pull this?" Keigo asked.

They both looked at each other and answered at the same time. "Yeah."

Shinsou came up from behind them and smirked. "Who knew he had it in him?" he muttered. "I'd tap that."

Keigo swatted him away. "Sweep the floor or something, we're busy."

Shinsou sighed dragging his feet. "Why would dough boy do a photoshoot anyway?" he asked as he grabbed the broom. "I thought he worked at Cinnabon full-time."

"Is it possible that he knows?" Keigo mumbled to himself.

"Maybe," Dabi answered. "He looks innocent but he's a smart kid. I wouldn't put it past him."

"If he figured it out...he works fast," Keigo admitted. "I'm kind of impressed."

"What are you talking about?" Shinsou asked.

"Nothing," Dabi and Keigo both answered simultaneously.

~.~

As usual, Dabi and Keigo stopped over at Hot Topic during closing. "You guys up for drinks?" Keigo asked.

Tokoyami rubbed the spine of his book pensively. "A dry red does pair well with The Casket of Amontillado," he mumbled.

"HELL YEAH!" Kaminari exclaimed, pumping his fist in the air. "LET'S GET WRECKED!"

"You know tomorrow is Sunday, right? You still have to work," Jiro pointed out.

Kaminari shrugged. "I can come into work hungover. Right, Bakugo?"

Bakugo rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Tomorrow's gonna be slow anyway. Only stuffy old ladies and soccer moms shop on Sundays."

"That's the spirit!" Kaminari chuckled, practically skipping out the entrance into the main aisle. Jiro rolled her eyes, running after him. Tokoyami stoically walked out, reading as he went.

Keigo grabbed for Dabi's hand but he shrugged him off, flinching at the contact. Dejectedly, the ash-blonde walked off with his hands in his pockets.

Bakugo strode forward to follow the others. But he was stopped by a hand tattooed in blue flame pressed against his sternum. "If I were you, I'd unlock that back room."

"The hell?!" Bakugo exclaimed.

Dabi grinned. "Did you see the latest Victoria's Secret magazine?"

Bakugo snarled at him. "You're barking up the wrong tree, idiot."

Dabi chuckled darkly. "I don't think I am."

The annoyed blonde shoved his hand away. "Why would I give a crap about some stupid women's - "

" - You really need to learn to check your messages," Dabi answered, crossing his arms.

Bakugo scowled. "Die."

"Just look, you moron."

Bakugo irritably pulled out his phone and opened up messenger. He gaped at the image on his screen.

A flat-chested girl with dyed green hair stared back at him with half-lidded eyes and the hint of a smirk on her lips in a rainbow-ombre bikini.

Except it wasn't a girl at all. It was a boy. And not just any boy…

Dabi bent his mouth down next to Bakugo's ear. "Your welcome," he whispered.

Bakugo was frozen where he stood, his eyes glued to the boy's hungry gaze. He wasn't sure what it was that stole away his ability to speak. How unbelievably turned on he was. His shock. The delicious idea of peeling off the torturously adorable bikini that exposed so much yet hid more than he liked.

"I'll tell them you're catching up," Dabi declared, walking backward into the aisle. "I'd say pace yourself, but...we've known each other for too long. Right, Katsuki?"

Bakugo still couldn't talk.

"I get why you haven't made a move," Dabi admitted. "Dating is some pretty scary shit. But you've been worshipping that piece of ass from a distance for three fucking years. And to be honest, we're all pretty over it. With a body like that and eyes like those...he won't be on the market long. So grow up."

Dabi caught up to the others, disappearing into the empty mall. Bakugo fell to his knees before collapsing behind a rack of leather jackets. In the quiet darkness, he fought to undo the zipper on his jeans, shuddering with desire.

That damn nerd, he thought bitterly. He has to know how hot he is. He'd have to be an idiot not to notice. Who the hell does he think he is, flaunting himself like this? Letting someone photograph him with a look like that on his face?

Like he wanted to be hate-fucked.

"If you were mine," Bakugo growled under his breath, "I'd kill you for pulling a stunt like this." He sighed as his hand finally made contact with his arousal. Dabi's words echoed in his mind. I'd say pace yourself, but…

He couldn't. Bakugo had many possessions. Clothes. An apartment. Seething rage. But self-control was not one of them. Normally when his sex drive got out of hand he'd at least been able to make it to his car before pulling over to a secluded area of the parking lot. But he didn't even make it another step before he had to address his unbearable lust.

"You're so beautiful," he muttered at the photo, barely audible. "It's n-not f-fair."

Everything about him. His wide round eyes, like a doe or a rabbit. The soft waves of his shiny, voluminous hair. His pale, freckled skin. His firm stomach. Toned legs, like a swimmer or a dancer -

Bakugo moaned when all too quickly, his orgasm washed over him, drowning the rest of his senses. His phone clattered to the floor as his whole body went limp. He even lost his vision, temporarily blinded by his overwhelming pleasure.

Another hour passed before he realized he'd passed out on the Hot Topic floor. His back felt sore and stiff from lying in such an awkward position. He had a kink in his neck now. He winced as he sat up, rubbing his eyes. His phone was still lit up. The battery was almost dead, it's been draining this whole time. The photo of Izuku still stared back at him, just as enticing as before.

Bakugo kicked his phone across the floor with frustration.

Damn you, Dabi.