A/N: I'm going on vacation next week, so I'll only have limited Internet access. I'll try to have an update for Friday, though.

Since the Genius Agency worked on a "four on, two off" schedule, Kacchan wasn't scheduled to work on this Monday, so he spent extra time glued to his bed. However, as much as he wanted to sleep all day, his legs eventually got restless, so he flopped out of bed before he dragged himself to breakfast and meandered through the rest of his morning routine. Because it was only a weekend for him, he didn't do as many reps during his daily weight training. Besides, he figured that he was jacked enough that he could cut back a little. After getting ready for his weekend, he crashed on his ratty couch, fired up Netflix and proceeded to watch a couple episodes of Death Raiders In the Year 3000. However, he got bored with the show and decided to grab a beer from the fridge, only to discover…

"SHIT!" Kacchan slammed the door on the fridge. "HOW CAN I BE OUTTA BEER ALREADY!? AND I'M OUTTA OTHER SHIT, TOO! Fuck, guess this means I gotta go shopping…"

After hopping in his Trans Am, Kacchan drove down to a Jewel-Osco grocery store on S Canal St. There were quite a few people here, but because most people were at work, it wasn't too crowded. Kacchan could usually tolerate grocery shopping, save for the fact that the PA system belted out modern pop hits and being exposed to pop for any appreciable length of time made him want to murder the next person who even dared to think of looking at him funny. Fortunately for him, nobody bothered him, so he felt no inclination to bother anybody else, that is, until…

"Hi there!"

A young couple waved at Kacchan, so he just gave them an angry snort and moved along, much to their confusion. Other than them, his grocery trip was going all right.

"Excuse me…"

Kacchan kept going because he assumed that the high-pitched woman's voice who said that wasn't directed at him, and even if it were, he would've ignored her anyways.

"Excuse me!"

There was no mistake; whoever said that was definitely talking to him, so he just kept ignoring her. The fact that this was a woman had no bearing on his behavior; in his mind, most everyone deserved to go fuck themselves regardless of immutable physical and sociological characteristics such as skin color, genitalia, orientation, religion, etc…

"Hey, over here!"

Kacchan only stopped when he felt the woman put her hand on his shoulder, so he spun around and prepared to let his mouth loose on her, only for the words to die in his mouth when he saw who'd been addressing him: a young woman just a little shorter than him with pink skin, short, wild, fluffy pink hair, two hooked pale yellow horns sticking out of her head and yellow eyes with black sclera. She wore a purple tank top, denim short shorts and pink sneakers, all of which complemented her voluptuous figure very nicely. Somehow, Vaseline had gotten all over his camera lens when he saw her.

"Yeah?"

"I'm looking for some V8 Energy drinks," said the woman. "Could you please tell me where they are?"

"HOW THE FUCK SHOULD I KNOW!? DO I LOOK LIKE I FUCKIN' WORK HERE!?"

Despite Kacchan's yelling, the woman maintained her smile. "Wow, rude! No matter, let's try this again: my name is Mina Ashido! What's yours?"

Kacchan grumbled. "Well…if ya gotta know…my name is Katsuki Bakugo."

"Nice to meet you, Bakugo!"

Ashido extended her hand to Kacchan for a handshake, but he refused.

"Hey, it's OK to be shy!" said Ashido. "I promise I'm not gonna hurt you!"

Reluctantly, Kacchan shook hands with Ashido, who clasped both of her hands over his.

"Now then, are you gonna tell me where the V8 Energy drinks are?" asked Ashido.

Kacchan let out an aggravated sigh and gestured his thumb off one way. "If ya gotta know, they should be in with the other energy drinks, maybe in the fuckin' juice section."

Ashido smiled. "Thank you! Have a nice day, Bakugo!"

Ashido waved at Kacchan before going her own way much in the same manner as Fleetwood Mac.

"Whatever," said Kacchan.

After paying for his groceries, Kacchan headed home and put the stuff in the fridge. However, he couldn't get Ashido out of his mind. How someone like her could be so resistant to his obnoxious behavior was beyond him. Even worse, he just found her so drop-dead attractive that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think about anything else, and it went straight to his pants.

Unable to concentrate, Kacchan slammed the fridge door and rushed to the bathroom, where he hastily rifled through his medicine cabinet. Fortunately, he found what he was looking for: a tub of Vaseline. After dropping his pants, he applied some to himself and began jacking off. While this wasn't his first time pleasuring himself, he figured that he was going to be in for the ride of his life given how hot he thought Ashido was. As he continued playing with himself, he kept thinking nasty thoughts about her such as how he wanted to pin her to a wall and fuck her brains out, or how he wanted her on her knees, giving him head, or the like. Finally, after so much work, he climaxed, hitting the bottom of the toilet lid with his first couple of cum blasts, not stopping until he'd gotten every last drop out of his system. Satisfied, he wiped his hands and his cock off before cleaning the toilet lid and flushing.

After washing his hands, Kacchan stepped out into his living room and was about to turn on Netflix when he heard "Scars of the Crucifix" by Deicide, which was his ringtone, so he checked his phone. It was Kirishima calling, so he answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey Bakugo, what's up?"

"Not much. Why are ya callin'?"

"Listen, I know I said you could benefit from havin' other friends, but I got two tickets for a Gorgoroth concert at The Metro and the guy I was gonna go with pulled out on me. You want in?"

Kacchan smiled. "Hell yeah!"

"Glad to hear it, brother! The show begins at 8:00 tonight! Wanna grab a bite before then?"

Kacchan's serious look returned again. "Depends. Where?"

"There's this place I found out about called the Station Restaurant & Bar. It's pretty pricey, but the food's supposed to be really good!"

"If it sucks, I'm shovin' my ticket up your ass."

"Relax, Bakugo! They got plenty of beer!"

"OK, fair enough. What time do ya wanna see me there?"

"How 'bout 5?"

"OK, see ya there."

"Cool! Bye!"

Kirishima hung up. In the meantime, Kacchan fixed himself a chicken sandwich with Boar's Head Blazing Buffalo chicken, plus some Elijah's Xtreme Regret hot sauce. Ever since he was a little kid, Kacchan had always enjoyed spicy foods, but as time went by, he came to find that most spicy foods disappointed his palate, so he scoured the Internet, hoping to find that next big kick. Eventually, he found what was perhaps the hottest pepper in the world: the Carolina Reaper, and from then on, all other hot sauces were extinct to him. Accompanying his hellish concoction of a sandwich was a side of Doritos Flamin' Hot chips, and to wash it down, he had another Miller Lite. After lunch, he watched Communist Werewolves From Hell, which was one of his favorites because of its graphic content.

After doing not much else but jamming out to some of his favorite tunes, Kacchan drove down to the Station Restaurant & Bar, located on N Canal Street. It was somewhat industrial-looking on the inside and somewhat dimly-lit, but it had its fair share of amenities, such as padded leather stools and a lavishly-decorated lounge area. All of their food was also sourced from farms within two hours of the establishment. For the concert, Kacchan had dressed up in a Golden Bear CHP leather jacket, blue jeans and leather tanker boots. Currently, the sound system was playing "Ready & Steady" by D.A. As soon as he entered the joint, a short redheaded waitress approached him:

"Hi, welcome to the Station Restaurant & Bar! Do you have a reservation?"

Kacchan shrugged. "I dunno, I was supposed to meet a friend…"

"Hey, brother!"

Kacchan turned around and saw Kirishima, who was wearing a denim vest with various band patches, a plain black T-shirt, blue jeans and Vietnam-era jungle boots.

"Hey," said Kacchan.

"Hi, welcome to the Station Restaurant & Bar!" said the waitress. "Do you have a reservation?"

Kirishima made a "peace" sign. "Yeah, for two at 5:00, under the name Eijiro."

"Right this way."

The waitress led Kacchan and Kirishima to a table in the dining area that seated four people, near the patio. Already, there were a couple of menus, some silverware and napkins for them.

"My name is Julia. Can I start you two off with something to drink?"

"Just a Coke," said Kirishima.

"Miller Lite for me," said Kacchan.

Julia left to get their drinks.

"So, ya excited for the concert, brother?" asked Kirishima.

Kacchan crossed his arms. "Well, considerin' I'm with my best friend and it's a band I actually like…yeah, I am."

Kirishima gave a thumbs up. "Hell yeah! I gotta be honest, I've never even heard of these guys, but they seemed pretty cool!"

"You've NEVER heard of Gorgoroth before!? WHAT KINDA ROCK HAVE YA BEEN LIVIN' UNDER!?"

Kirishima smiled nervously and made a gentle pushing motion towards Kacchan. "Hey, let's be cool here!"

"Anyways, Gorgoroth is one of the most well-known bands of the Norwegian black metal scene."

"Aw, hell yeah!" Kirishima gave a thumbs-up. "I love Norwegian black metal! Tell me about some of their songs!"

Just then, Julia got back with their drinks.

"Are we all set to order?" she asked.

Kirishima gave a glance at the menu. "Hey Bakugo, wanna share some spicy lamb poutine with me?"

Kacchan nodded. "OK."

"K, I'll start off with the spicy lamb poutine, and then I'm gonna have the smoked pork loin sandwich."

Julia took Kirishima's order. "OK, and for you?"

"I'm gonna have the seared flatiron steak," said Kacchan.

"And how do you like your steak cooked?"

"Well-done."

Once Julia was done taking their orders, she left, while Kacchan continued his bit:

"Anyways, Gorgoroth has this song that's supposed to be called 'Mountain Troll's Revenge' in English. A bunch of their songs are in Norwegian for some goddamn reason, which is fuckin' weird because a lot of the metal bands I listen to sing in English, even the ones from countries that don't speak English."

Kirishima stroked his chin. "That is pretty weird. Still, they sound like they'd be really awesome. I mean, I haven't listened to a metal band that I didn't like."

Kacchan crossed his arms. "I still think any metal band that doesn't sing like 'wugga wugga wugga' isn't worthy of bein' called 'metal'."

"Bakugo, have an open mind! Just because a band doesn't sing like Cookie Monster on crack, doesn't mean that they don't rock! I mean, if ya like death metal and black metal so much, ya oughta check out Slayer!"

"SLAYER IS FOR MEN WITHOUT DICKS!"

Kirishima smiled nervously. "Look, as much as I like hangin' with ya, I kinda get uncomfortable when people stare at us because of your yelling, ya know?"

Kacchan grumbled. "Fine."

"Besides, ya wouldn't accuse your brother of bein' dickless…would ya?"

Kacchan averted his gaze. "I guess not…"

"Also, if ya like black metal, ya gotta check out Venom!"

Kacchan refocused his gaze on Kirishima. "Never heard of 'em, but they're probably also for men without dicks."

"But ya listen to Mercyful Fate and Bathory, right?"

Kacchan gave a curt nod. "I do."

"So, I really think ya'd like Venom!"

Kacchan paused. "All right, I'll check 'em out, but if they suck, I'm NEVER takin' recommendations from you again, OK?"

Kirishima shrugged. "Fair enough!"

Soon, Julia returned with their spicy lamb poutine.

"Thanks!" said Kirishima.

"You're welcome!" Julia left.

Kacchan and Kirishima proceeded to dig into the poutine. A few bites in, Kacchan nodded.

"Could use some more spice, but not bad. Thanks for recommendin' this place."

Kirishima gave a thumbs-up. "You're welcome, brother!"

Upon serving himself some more poutine, Kacchan whipped out his Carolina Reaper sauce. Kirishima took notice and held his nose:

"Dude, I know you're into spicy foods, but can we cool it with the liquid death? That stuff smells like 'Nam!"

Kacchan shrugged and took a bite. "So?"

"All I'm sayin' is that I don't wanna be tear-gassed every time I go out to eat with ya."

Kacchan growled. "Fine."

Kacchan put away the Xtreme Regret sauce and reluctantly ate some more poutine. Eventually, the food came out, so they dug in.

"There's another thing I wondered about ya:" said Kirishima. "Why do ya like your beef well-done?"

Kacchan swallowed a bite of steak. "Because anything less is for wusses. By the way, we're comin' back here at some point."

Kirishima smiled and gave another thumbs up. "Hell yeah! Glad to hear it!"

Kacchan and Kirishima made it to The Metro in good time. The building had opened in 1927 as a Swedish community center, and by 1979 was a jazz club called Stages. It was reopened in 1982 as the Cabaret Metro, but soon became known as just The Metro. One of its more notable concerts was in 1983, when an up-and-coming thrash metal band known as Metallica played here. The whole concert had been recorded on video, but a glitch meant that there was no audio recording for "Hit the Lights", "The Four Horsemen" or part of "Jump In the Fire".

That aside, there weren't a lot of people here when Kacchan and Kirishima arrived. In fact, at only 1,100 seats, it wasn't the largest venue around. To get the crowd pumped, a PA system was playing random extreme metal songs, but would also play songs from less extreme metal artists such as Saxon, Anvil and Scorpions, much to Kacchan's chagrin. Still, he felt it was worth it if it meant that he'd get to hear one of his favorite black metal bands. The venue slowly filled up, and the lights dimmed in time for the opening act, a black metal band from Rhode Island called Dagoth Ur. While Kacchan wasn't picky about black metal, he usually bemoaned opening acts because he could never be sure if they were any good. Still, he found them enjoyable, with songs such as "You N'Wah", "The Sixth House Has Risen" and "Red Mountain Blight". Since he enjoyed them, he vowed to buy one of their albums when he got an opportunity.

Finally, after about half an hour's worth of music from Dagoth Ur, there was another half an hour break, and finally, the moment that Kacchan was waiting for had arrived: Gorgoroth came on stage, opening their show with a recording of Chopin's "Funeral March" before getting down to rock with "Bergtrollets Hevn", the "mountain troll song" that Kacchan had mentioned earlier. Speaking of Kacchan, him and Kirishima had a great time headbanging to the music. Gorgoroth's set had an equal measure of English songs such as "Revelation of Doom" and "Incipit Satan" and Norwegian songs such as "Krig" and "Ødeleggelse og Undergang", the latter being played as a medley with "Blood Stains the Circle". Speaking of blood, Gorgoroth had quite the display to go along with their music, including impaled sheep's heads and crucified naked women, much to Kacchan's delight.

By the time the show was over, Kacchan and Kirishima had plenty to say about it:

"OK, I'm glad ya went with me, and I loved the music, but that was a pretty fucked-up show, brother," said Kirishima.

For once in his life, Kacchan had a devilish smile on his face. "Unfortunately for you, I like fucked-up shit."

Kirishima rubbed the back of his head. "Judging by the fact that ya eat napalm in hot sauce form, I won't doubt that. Anyways, I gotta get goin'. See ya on Wednesday, Bakugo!"

Kacchan waved at Kirishima. "You too."

That night, Kacchan had a dream about the concert. It was going normally enough…that is, until he looked at one of the crucified naked women, who turned out to be Ashido. She winked at him before turning into Satan.

"I GOT THE MIND OF A LUNATIC!" Satan jumped out at Kacchan.

Kacchan sprung awake from the dream, panting a bit before sinking back into his bed.

Criticism is gold. Negativity and nitpicking are pyrite.