UPROAR

Summary: Just because you're a Pro doesn't mean you're immune to the shit life throws your way. But that's part of the fun, right? Right…? Ugh, All Might made it all look so easy. Aged-up. Rated T for now. Connected drabble series.

A/N: Date night, continueddddd! And just as a warning, there's some hot and heavy adult scenes between the ###, so if that's not your thing just skip it and only read before and after them, not in-between. I sectioned them off on purpose to make it easier to skip if you don't want to read them. Now go enjoy some more Kirishima!

Chapter 8: Dying In A Hot Tub

"Oh, my god! I knew you were Red Riot when you messaged me, but I had no idea you were bringing Ground Zero with you!"

Kirishima would be lying if he said it still didn't sting whenever this happened. Because of his hair, he was the more recognizable one; but because of his reputation, Bakugo was the one people went moon-eyed for. Particularly, girls. And it always drove him nuts that the blond refused to take full advantage of his fame in that regard. If he wanted, he probably could have gotten them bottle-service and a private booth for the night, like Uwabami undoubtedly was doing just across town this very moment. But no, Bakugo believed that to be too ostentatious. As much as that money-hungry PR agent of his would love for him to take a deal with a drink label, that just wasn't his style.

And as much as it annoyed him to see him reject so many nice things (mostly because he himself would be all too eager to accept those nice things in his place), Kirishima also admired him for it. It was one thing for all these Pro Heroes to say they weren't in it for the fame and fortune, but it was a completely other thing to actually follow through with that claim. And Bakugo more than put his money where his mouth was in that regard. Sure, he was forced to whore himself out a bit on social media at the behest of his sponsors – but who didn't nowadays? Even Kirishima was contractually obliged to sell his soul whenever his sponsors waved their fingers and made some money magically appear before him. The only difference between them was that Kirishima was a big enough ham to enjoy when the publicity stunts came knocking. Bakugo on the other hand, may have finally found something he didn't excel at.

"Oh, would you chill, Akane-chan?" Yuri admonished her, patting the spot next to her for one of them to sit down. "You're so embarrassing."

"Sorry." Akane laughed at herself, sheepishly brushing her short dark hair behind her ear. "I'm just a big fan."

"Thanks." Bakugo nodded his acknowledgment and sat down next to Yuri, leaving the spot by Akane open for Kirishima.

"So, next round is obviously on you guys." Yuri declared, placing her hand on Bakugo's leg and giving it a playful squeeze.

He cocked a blonde brow at her.

"Since you kept us waiting so long, it's only fair, right?"

He couldn't help but smirk at her boldness and shrugged in agreement. "What are we drinkin'?"

"Anything you want." She purred, struggling to keep his gaze as she erupted into a fit of laughter a moment later. "I'm sorry, we've been waiting so long…you may have to play catch up!"

"I told you to hurry up." Akane pouted at Kirishima.

"It's fine, it happens." He dismissed, trying to flag down a server to take their drink orders. One finally caught his eye and moseyed over, pen and pad at the ready.

"What can I get you guys?"

"Four –"

"A beer and a shot." Yuri interrupted, holding up her hand. "Four."

The waitress cocked a brow and looked at the other three for clarification. "So…four boilermakers?"

Akane nodded, resting her head in her hands in embarrassment. "Yes, please."

"The heck's a boilermaker?"

"Whatever's on tap with a shot of whiskey." Bakugo sighed, not too thrilled at the idea of getting sloppy tonight. He'd just give his shot to Kirishima, though. He was more resilient to liquor than he was, anyway.

"So, Akane mentioned you go out on patrol a lot." Kirishima turned to the fair-haired Yuri. Her waves were long and slightly disheveled from dancing, and even more platinum than Bakugo's own mop. "Are you also a Pro?"

She nodded. "I am. You may know me as 'Snap-Back' though." She gathered a handful of almost-white hair in each hand and spun the bundles around into a pair of quick buns atop her head to make her more recognizable.

Bakugo had no clue who she was with her hair up or down, but the excited grin in Kirishima's wide eyes said the opposite was true for him.

"I've seen you before!" He exclaimed. "Your quirk can make some kind of shockwave, right?"

She grinned. "My body can amplify the sounds my joints make – but it works best with my knuckles since there's so many bones there." She wriggled her fingers at them and eyed Bakugo's hands resting in his lap.

He noticed her looking and quickly balled his hands into fists and folded his arms across his chest. Not quite in the mood to show off, he nodded at Akane to quickly take the attention off of himself.

"What's your quirk?" He asked. "Are you a Pro, too?"

Akane gave a small smile. "No. My quirk isn't as impressive as all of yours."

"I'm sure that's not true." Kirishima assured her with a kind smile. "Mine isn't flashy at all but it's still pretty handy."

"Mine isn't like yours. It's not helpful at all."

"Akane's quirk is still really cool even if it is kinda dangerous!" Yuri insisted. "Show them – let them guess what it is!"

Kirishima sent a look to Bakugo that signaled only a momentary hesitation before Akane nodded her head.

She placed her hands above the small candle in the middle of their table and breathed in a slow breath. Everyone else watched as the flame danced around like normal and Akane released her breath before returning her hands to her lap, trick apparently performed.

"You can control fire?" Kirishima exclaimed. "That's like the coolest quirk you can possibly have!"

She shook her head negatively. "Ah, sorry. That's not quite it."

Bakugo could feel Yuri's smirking gaze on him and turned to the approaching waitress. She put down her tray and doled out their beer glasses and shots before leaving again with a friendly smile. He reached for his drink, but Yuri stopped him.

"You have to guess in order to drink." She teased.

"It's like that?" He smirked. "Alright. Akane's quirk has something to do with heat-resistance. That's why she wasn't burned when holding her hands over the flame for so long."

"Oh…" Kirishima nodded in understanding. "Are you kidding me? You'd be perfect for fire rescues!"

Akane shook her head, eyes on her drink this time. "I'm impervious to heat, but only in the palms of my hands and soles of my feet. It's really only handy when I'm cooking, though. Or at the beach. Just mundane stuff, really." She lamented with a shrug. "So, I'm just a regular OL at G Sales up the road."

"Oh, I know that building." Bakugo said. "I pass it every day on the way to work. I like the glass archway you guys have."

Akane smiled. "It's so frightening to cross!" She held her palms to her cheeks just recalling it. "I'm terrified of heights, so I hate when I have to go to the Quality Department because then I have to cross that bridge!" She couldn't help but laugh at herself. "I would rather take the elevator all the way down and cross the street than cross the glass bridge between our buildings!"

"I know what you mean." Kirishima agreed. "I hate heights, too. But that's because my quirk doesn't allow me to fly, like this guy over here."

Bakugo shrugged and flicked his shot of whiskey across the table. "A few more of these and you'll be flyin' soon enough."

"That's the spirit!" Yuri exclaimed, lifting her glass in the air. "Kampai!" She plunged her shot into the glass and chugged it down.

"Kampai!" The other three cheers'd with each other and took hearty swigs.

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"Take off your pants."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Sit there and be quiet."

"Mmm. Ah, fuck!"

Bakugo's eyes snapped open and he peered around to orient himself. He was looking under the table and his crimson gaze settled on Yuri's mouth in Kirishima's lap while the redhead squirmed from her touch. He startled and banged his head on the table, sitting ramrod straight fast enough to frighten Akane. He rubbed his head and surmised that he'd passed out in their booth in the club, somehow winding up in Akane's lap.

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"How long was I out?" The blond did everything he could to avert his gaze from the other pair.

Akane checked her watch. "Not long. Barely twenty minutes."

He didn't know what to make of that. "You alright?"

She chuckled. "Are you really asking me that?"

He shared her humor. "Force of habit. Is this a normal occurrence? You're awfully calm right now."

She shrugged and offered him her water, which he eagerly gulped down. "After six years of her antics, you start to get used to it. But I'm glad she found someone nice enough to humor her demands, though."

He resisted the urge to laugh. If anyone was used to dealing with unreasonable demands, it was certainly Kirishima. It was more like his quirk was turning to rubber with the way insults and abuse just bounced right off him.

"You wanna get outta here?" He asked her, offering his hand as he stood.

She hesitated. "Your friend's a good guy, right?"

"Trust me, I'm the bad guy for leaving him with your friend."

She took his hand and followed him out of the booth and into the chilly night air. Other people at various levels of inebriation were also outside, taking care of their respective business. Some called cabs and rideshare services, others negotiated whose house to go to, and a few were even bickering about the trains being closed.

"How close is your place?" She squeezed his hand.

"Twenty minutes if we're walkin'."

"I'm closer, then." She nodded her head in the opposite direction. "This way."

They walked in relative silence for the next 10 or so minutes until they arrived at her mansion-style apartment. It was a high-rise but there was an elevator, which they rode up to the top floor. She fished her keys out of her purse and opened her door with a trembling hand that didn't go unnoticed by Bakugo's attentive gaze, buzzed or not.

In the cramped space of her genkan, he felt like an absolute giant towering over her as he slipped off his shoes. Her heels were strappy and thusly required her to bend down to undo the clasps, in which time Bakugo checked his phone. He had the usual messages from Noriko about work, and the typical weekend extravaganzas in his U.A. group chat, but nothing new from Kirishima. He supposed that meant that he was otherwise preoccupied, or tied to a chair with his phone out of reach. Judging by the first impression of that Yuri girl, either possibility seemed feasible enough.

Not sure if you saw me leave, but I'm at Akane's place. He wrote. Ask the doorman for my spare if you wanna crash at my place later. He'll get it from the security guy for you.

"Everything okay?" Akane questioned, eyeing him from the hallway.

He must have still been pretty foggy if she'd managed to sneak away from him so easily. "Yeah, just checking my messages."

"Well, follow me." She beckoned. "I have more beer in my fridge. Or I can make some coffee if you'd prefer."

"Beer's fine."

He followed her into her apartment, which was the typical one-room style of a single person that reminded him of his own first apartment. From before all that sponsorship money came through and financed the large 2LDK he had now, of course. Technically, he didn't really need that second bedroom, but he'd managed to turn it into a weight room…where Noriko had floor-to-ceiling mirrors installed in order to take better selfies.

"Here you are." She handed him a frosty beer from the fridge and their hands brushed. Their eyes met and she pounced in a flash, beer clattering to the floor and rolling under the bed. She pinned him beneath her and captured his mouth with hers, scraping her fingernails against his scalp until he had to peel her off of him to breathe.

"What the hell is that?" He demanded, wandering eyes zeroing-in on a monstrous poster directly across from her bed. Presumably, it was placed there so she could look at it whenever she lay down.

"Oh, that." She sat up, still straddling him with her hands on his chest. "I told you I was a big fan."

The poster in question was a blown-up version of the print work he'd done with Hawks a few years ago. In it, Bakugo was in a swimsuit that left very little to the imagination, leaning back in a pool chair with his legs on either side of the ground. They'd wet his hair with pool water so it was slicked back on the sides, forcing him to hold up his hands in a welcoming gesture to seem more inviting. They must have photoshopped that smirk on his face, because he had vivid memories of not smiling once that entire day.

"Your eyes are so intense." She gushed.

Because he was pissed off when they got the shot.

"I bought it the second I saw it." She admitted. "Is that weird?"

He shrugged. "It's definitely weird for me to look at."

"I can take it down!" She eagerly offered, but he secured his hands around her legs before she could scurry off.

"Don't worry about it." He shook it off, lifting his chin as invitation.

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She leaned over him and gently bit his bottom lip, trailing delicate kisses on his chin, down his throat, and across his collarbone. She sucked the tender skin there as her fingers hooked his shirt and lifted it up. She sat back again to marvel at his torso.

"Hell yesssss." She hissed, running her fingers across the hard flesh. "Nothing beats a Pro's body."

It was an odd comment, but the drinks were still clouding his mind enough not to care. He unfastened his belt to keep her from talking any further and she took the hint, fishing him out of his underwear just enough to take him into her ready mouth.

"Ah…" He breathed a sigh so heavy, it was like all the weeks of tension in his body left him all at once. His fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her to what he liked best. Her tongue was so warm and soft that she took him right up to the edge without ever pushing him over. "Alright." He declared. Any more of that, and he wouldn't be able to stop.

"Rip them." She brandished her tights to him and he hungrily obliged, digging his fingers into the thin fabric and tearing it apart.

She smirked and impatiently hiked her skirt up to her waist, revealing the bold choice to forego any underwear. Momentarily stunned by the sight of her, he quickly came to his senses the instant she started to lower herself onto him.

"W-w-wait!" He exclaimed, objections dying in his throat at the sensation of her pelvis suddenly grinding against his hips. Her heat engulfed him and sent his hands clutching for her thighs.

"It's fine." She assured him, pressing her palms onto his chest for leverage. "Just tell me when you're close."

He watched from the floor as she rocked herself against him, sucking in her lips and biting down in ecstasy. His blond brow wrinkled in frustration and he gripped her hips to slow her down before she gave him a rugburn.

"Oh, Ground Zero." She whined loudly.

His heart that was previously beating like a drum had seemingly frozen in place. Did she even know his real name?

"I wish you had your costume on."

He stared at the poster on her wall as she moaned Ground Zero's name again and wondered how many times she'd done that very same thing when she was in bed alone. That fake smirk they'd slapped on his face seemed to mock him, reminding him that it wasn't actually Bakugo Katsuki getting this girl off. It was Ground Zero. Or, at least the idea of Ground Zero that she'd created in her own mind.

"Hey." She huffed, turning his face back to her. "You okay?"

He nodded, unable to speak because he knew he wouldn't be able to lie. Let her have her fantasy. It wasn't hurting anyone in the end. Just another way to please a fan, Noriko would be so proud of him.

"Okay, 'cuz I'm almost there." She egged him on, pink in the cheeks and breathing heavy. "You?"

"Mhmm." He lied, closing his eyes. He needed to focus if he was going to last long enough to make her come. Once she did, he could fake his own climax and be out of this place the next minute.

"Ah! Oh, god! I-I'm –" She let out a throaty moan and collapsed around him, covering his neck, chin, and mouth in sloppy kisses. Panting, she peered down at him with an expectant look. "Did you…?"

He cleared his throat and sat up, trying to separate their joining as quickly yet gracefully as possible. She fell back onto the floor and stared up at him in outrage.

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"Wasn't I good?"

He eyed the poster of himself as he buckled his belt, feeling his back pocket to make sure his phone and wallet hadn't fallen out.

"It's not your fault." He assured her, though he did nothing to adopt a convincing tone. "I just drank too much."

She laughed, though it held no real mirth. "Yeah,sure. Like I haven't heard that one before…"

He couldn't be bothered to argue with her when he wouldn't even remember her name in the morning.

"Listen, my friend's waiting outside my place." He fibbed. "I gotta go." He didn't wait for her response before making a hasty exit, quickly grabbing his shoes and slipping out the door.

He leaned against the wall and breathed a heavy sigh of relief, peering out at the glittering skyline before him. Resting his arms against the railing, he let the brisk early-morning air cool his heated face. He didn't know an emotion beyond mortification, but he was certainly feeling it right now. It wasn't something he was accustomed to dealing with, and that just seemed to feed the dark sensation even more.

He fished his phone from his pocket and scrolled through all the blurry photos that his friends – Kirishima included – had posted to the group chat and elsewhere.

"Fuckin' idiot…" He grumbled, recognizing Yuri's light hair in one of the photos. At least someone's night had been successful.

"Ba…Bakugo-kun?"

He turned with hunched shoulders and a black aura radiating off them. "What!?" He snarled at the very last person he'd expect.

"I knew it was you!"

A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger ending, but this thing was nearing 7 pages long and I couldn't do that to you guys! But rest assured, the next chapter will be out super soon! Also some side notes: OL is a term that means office lady, who usually do more clerical work than anything else. And this chapter's title comes from the song I kept in heavy rotation while writing it, particularly the last bit since it got a bit angsty. It's by Palaye Royale in case you wanted to know. Also, I've never actually had a boilermaker, but I imagine they have real potential to fuck you up XD