What makes you think I hate you? Sure you're an annoyin', loud, stupid fuckin' brat. But you're still cute.
[ Then again, there was always that serious looking chick with the sword constantly following Fuyuhiko around. Maybe that was his girlfriend and he really was straight.
....
Oh well. He'll worry about hitting on some samurai chick's boyfriend later. ]
Ahhhh, whatever. Just don't fuckin' mention it to that girlfriend of yours and we'll be square, okay? I'll shut up and stop tryin' to hit on you.
[ It was disappointing that Fuyuhiko didn't seem to be responding, especially when Bakugou's cock was still hard as a rock in his pants and all he wanted to do was lean over and start making out with the blond. But he wasn't about to force himself on some yakuza brat that didn't even want him.
When they reached the fast food joint, he didn't respond. Not out of stubbornness... he's just fallen asleep for the moment. ]
[He didn't answer right away, mostly because most of what Bakugou said just didn't make any logical to sense, no matter how many times he combed through it. A girlfriend? Actually hitting on him? It was only after he was about to demand what the fuck Bakugou meant by it all that it clicked in regarding Peko.
Peko. His bodyguard. His hitman. No matter how many times he told her it wasn't necessary to follow him around and that he didn't need her protection because his family said so. If that was who Bakugou was referring to then--]
What the fuck? Peko? She's-- she's not my girlfriend, she's... it's complicated, but it's not like that either! And what do you mean by hittin' on--!
[His small rant was cut short as he noticed then that Bakugou was totally lost to the world, head resting against the black out window as the scent of greasy food started to waft through the car. Releasing a long sigh, he turned back to the driver and gave him directions to go back to his place. He should just kick Bakugou back to his apartment, but he wasn't a complete asshole, not when the guy was still piss drunk.]
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[ Then again, there was always that serious looking chick with the sword constantly following Fuyuhiko around. Maybe that was his girlfriend and he really was straight.
....
Oh well. He'll worry about hitting on some samurai chick's boyfriend later. ]
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[He's not sure what made him more pissed off, the drunken admission or calling him 'cute'. They were both fighting for first place.]
We're here anyways, just gettin' you a burger meal so if you don't like it then tough luck.
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[ It was disappointing that Fuyuhiko didn't seem to be responding, especially when Bakugou's cock was still hard as a rock in his pants and all he wanted to do was lean over and start making out with the blond. But he wasn't about to force himself on some yakuza brat that didn't even want him.
When they reached the fast food joint, he didn't respond. Not out of stubbornness... he's just fallen asleep for the moment. ]
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Peko. His bodyguard. His hitman. No matter how many times he told her it wasn't necessary to follow him around and that he didn't need her protection because his family said so. If that was who Bakugou was referring to then--]
What the fuck? Peko? She's-- she's not my girlfriend, she's... it's complicated, but it's not like that either! And what do you mean by hittin' on--!
[His small rant was cut short as he noticed then that Bakugou was totally lost to the world, head resting against the black out window as the scent of greasy food started to waft through the car. Releasing a long sigh, he turned back to the driver and gave him directions to go back to his place. He should just kick Bakugou back to his apartment, but he wasn't a complete asshole, not when the guy was still piss drunk.]