[Just to be a dick. Bakugou tilts his head a little, peering at the other boy in an interested gaze that takes in all those amazing details. From the flex of his torso as he tilts to the side to the shifting of his leg muscles when he hikes one to pull his clothes down, then the other. When Kirishima reaches back to strip them off the rest of the way, without leaving that position, Bakugou offers a semi-sarcastic, semi-impressed whistle.]
B. [Kirishima veers a little into cheesy dialogue and Bakugou's tempted to clunk him with his knee, even if there's a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Dork...] Did you really think I'd write you a fucking A paper just for the chance to look at you? Course you're gonna show me.
[And not just a demonstration too. He said his payment was Kirishima being "his" before. That doesn't STOP afterwards.]
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[Just to be a dick. Bakugou tilts his head a little, peering at the other boy in an interested gaze that takes in all those amazing details. From the flex of his torso as he tilts to the side to the shifting of his leg muscles when he hikes one to pull his clothes down, then the other. When Kirishima reaches back to strip them off the rest of the way, without leaving that position, Bakugou offers a semi-sarcastic, semi-impressed whistle.]
B. [Kirishima veers a little into cheesy dialogue and Bakugou's tempted to clunk him with his knee, even if there's a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Dork...] Did you really think I'd write you a fucking A paper just for the chance to look at you? Course you're gonna show me.
[And not just a demonstration too. He said his payment was Kirishima being "his" before. That doesn't STOP afterwards.]