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What It Means to be at the Tippy-Top

Kirishima Eijirou x Bakugou Katsuki

Tags: fluff, pre-relationship, 4+1, momfriend!bakugou

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"Eijirou felt pride and joy smear a grin on his face. Bakugou came a long way from the raging, feral freshman. He put so much care and encouragement into his words and actions with everyone else now.

Eijirou was so glad he saw how manly Bakugou became. He can’t wait to see more for the rest of his life.

Wait. What—"

or, four times Bakugou was the mom friend, and the one time he asks for help.

The sun hadn’t quite set by the time their crew left the franchised diner. Mina found out that all of the squad was stationed in Musutafu, and decided they should all meet up for dinner before they had to head back to campus. 

Bakugou herded them all into a CoCo Ichi near campus. He goaded Kaminari to try his level 10 spicy curry udon. Needless to say, he nearly died from just half a spoon of the sauce. Eijirou chose a level 5 katsu curry and added a lot of meat, and he was surprisingly comfortable with it. Maybe eating Bakugou’s cooking had built his spice tolerance. Mina picked a level 3 curry omurice, and Sero chose the same dish but went with a level 2. Kaminari decided on a level 1 which led him into being teased by Bakugou.

Eijirou enjoyed his time out. He and Bakugou were still in uniform with soot smeared on their cheek from fighting an arsonist villain. His hair started to fall from the gel he slathered on this morning. Eijirou patted his stomach as they walked towards UA.

“I’m stuffed,” the redhead sighed happily.

“I’m pretty sure they butchered a whole fucking hog for all the Katsu you fucking ate.” Bakugou walked beside him. He rumaged through his bag for something before handing it over to Mina.

“Oh! Thanks, Blastybabe!” Mina popped two purple candy coated disks into her mouth and chewed. “I love this flavor, how did you know?”

Bakugou didn’t entertain her with a response and only rolled his eyes.

“What?! I want some, Kacchan,” Kaminari exclaimed.

“Do ya’ got heartburn?” Bakugou rolled his eyes, then scrunched them in worry. 

(Eijirou was really proud that he learned the nuances of Bakugou’s eyebrows. It was harder to learn than anything he’s ever done. It was something that Midoriya even struggled on.)

“No?” Kaminari looked confused at the sudden questioning. “Why would I have heartburn?”

“Do ya’ got indigestion? Or acid reflux?” Bakugou relaxed a bit at Kaminari’s answer. Though the change was so miniscule that Eijirou knew no one else caught it.

“Nope! I’m all good,” Kaminari declared and grinned with confidence.

“You don’t need it then.” Bakugou walked ahead again facing forward with posture relaxed yet proper. Eijirou jogged to catch up with the explosive blond.

“Boo! Why does Mina get candy?! What’s this special treatment!?” Kaminari exclaimed and looking back he was also waving his hands to emphasize his points.

“Mina, you hooking up with Blasty or something? How did you get him to do that?” Eijirou knew it was a joke, but for some reason he couldn’t stop his gut from twisting at that. Bakugou just rolled his eyes at the claim as if it wasn’t causing an earthquake under Eijirou’s feet.

“Oh my god! Shut up! You know that's not it. I’m into girls, and you know that,” Mina denied. She laughed at the absurdity of the claim. (Eijirou heard from her the other day that she’s been talking to the blonde girl from Shiketsu, and that Bakugou was the one that set them up.) “They’re not candy-”

“Don’t gaslight me! I know what I saw,” Kaminari interrupted, pointing a finger at Mina. “You can’t hide it from me. He gave you chocolates.”

“They’re antacids, dummy,” Mina corrected. “My quirk messes with the pH in my body too. That means that my stomach gets too acidic after eating and stuff, so I gotta chew on a couple after meals.”

“I don’t trust Pinky to remember her own fucking health, so I bring them,” Bakugou added. He was wearing a slight smile that only Eijirou could see walking next to him.

“He’s right. I almost never remember,” Mina laughed at her own forgetfulness. 

“Oh,” Kaminari responded dumbly. “That makes much more sense. If anyone has special treatment from Bakuou it would be ‘Shima.”

“Exactly!”

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The common room filled with chatter with several friend groups in a rare event. The majority of their class’s mandatory rest day had lined up. Eijirou sat on an arm rest with Mina squished between Sero and Kaminairi on the same couch. Uraraka was sewing on the other couch catching up with them. There were other students in the common room, but they were talking in their own groups, so Eijirou didn’t pay much attention to them. Bakugou was baking in the kitchen, and god, Eijirou hoped that he would share ‘cause it smelled divine. 

As if his thoughts manifested the blond, Bakugou walked out from the kitchen he was holding a usb charger.

“Oi, open up, Sparky.”

Kaminari followed the instructions all while intently listening to Uraraka explain the takedown that she did last week. Although, she looked distracted by Bakugou’s presence.

Bakugou ignored it all and shoved a charger into Kaminari’s mouth and plugged in the electric quirk user’s phone. He left the common room once again and went back into the kitchen.

“Well, that was rude,” Uraraka commented after their explosive friend left.

“Nah, Kacchan’s being nice today.” Kaminari shook his head talking around the usb plug. “He’s, like, in a really good mood apparently.”

“How was that nice or good mood? He shoved a charger in your mouth!” Uraraka gestured to the wire hanging out of the electric quirk owner’s mouth.

From an outsider’s point of view, Eijirou guessed it could come across like that, but for their friend group, they knew—

“He’s doing me a favor actually! If I don’t discharge some charge, I think it builds up or something? I just know that it can fuck with my heart somehow,” Kaminari explained. He tapped on his chin trying to recall his memories. “Like one time in junior high, I went into cardiac arrest and was stuck in the hospital because of it.”

“Training at UA diffuses it, right ‘Nari?” Eijirou asked, worried. He didn’t know about his history of heart issues. Their close circle of friends knew how dangerous Kaminari’s quirk could be if he didn’t discharge it, but Eijirou was pretty sure that Mina and Sero didn’t know about that either based on their shocked faces. 

“Oh yeah! That’s why it hasn’t been an issue, but rest days like these are dangerous.” Kaminari leaned his head on Mina’s shoulder to ease her worry. She wrapped an arm around his shoulder and nuzzled her cheek into vibrant blond hair. “Not gonna lie. I don’t remember telling Bakugou about the heart thing, but somehow he remembers. Now, he’s always on my ass about it.”

“Oh really?” Uraraka commented, smiling at the new revelation. The smile was out of relief from what Eijirou could tell. “What does he normally do?”

“He normally drags me out to spar with quirks. It’s sooo annoying. Like it’s my day off! I should be resting my sore muscles.” Kaminari pouted.

“Oh, that explains where he disappears from on our days off,” Eijirou thought aloud.

“Yeah, Kacchan has to be in a super good mood if he’s letting me rest and just charge my phone like this.”

As if responding to Kaminari’s comment, his phone turns on as he’s waving it around. It buzzed and lit up with several notifications. 

[Kacchan] 3 Missed Calls

[Kacchan] 10 Unread Messages

Eijirou chuckled at the contact name. Bakugou hated the childish nickname, but his tolerance for Kaminari was a lot higher than the hatred apparently. Unless the explosive blond didn’t know about it, which was much more likely.

The room went back to chatting about their week of heroics. Uraraka complained about how often she had to rescue cats from various high places. Eijirou thought it was ridiculous how often it happened. Apparently, one day she was called sixteen times to rescue sixteen different cats.

Bakugou entered the room again. This time, he was carrying a tray of warm cream cheese danishes. He threw a pot holder onto the coffee table and then set the tray on top of it. Eijirou’s mouth watered with just the scent. 

“Here. I just wanted to learn how to make pastry dough.”

Eijirou’s gaze followed Bakugou’s back as he walked to the elevator, locking on the pink tinted ears that was surely from embarrassment or bashfulness. The fleeing blonde didn’t even take one of his pastries.

“See! Very good mood,” Kaminari commented with his mouth full. He had a danish in each hand.

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Eijirou thought about jumping off of Bakugou’s balcony. He’d hardened before he would reach the ground. It would be a great escape from the hell of studying English. It had one fatal flaw. Bakugou could easily catch him even if they were on the fourth story. Eijirou had to leave prayer to the gods to save him from the fate of studying with Bakugou.

He loved spending time with the blond, and Eijirou knew that he would hate studying alone more than studying with Bakugou. Studying was just a painfully boring necessity. It was also horribly tiring.

(Eijirou was far from a violent person, but the English language seemed like a hate crime. What the hell were homophones? Why did they accomplish the impossible task of turning Eijirou, a loud, proudly gay teen, homophobic.)

Although, someone above had Eijirou’s back. A shy knock lightly came from the door. 

“I’ll get it!” He hopped up before the blond could respond. The three steps to the door were almost enough to restart his brain from the puddle it had become after looking at their English grammar workbook. Hopefully, whoever was at the door would sufficiently distract Bakugou from explaining how to use gerunds to Eijirou’s overexerted brain.

Momo stood shyly on the other side of the threshold. Her eyes widened as they made eye contact. “Oh, Kirishima–san! Is Bakugou–san around?”

“How many times I gotta fuckin’ tell ya’ ponytail? Just Bakugou.” The blond popped up over Eijirou’s shoulder.

“Right, apologies, Bakugou. Um—I can come at a later time if you’re currently busy with—”

“No!” Eijirou interrupted, “Totally not busy at all! Come on in Yaomomo.”

He stepped to the side to let her into Bakugou’s room, completely ignoring the glare setting his temple aflame.

They settled around Bakugou’s kotatsu—Eijirou’s study material messily arranged on top of it—with Yaoyorzu sat across from the room owner and Eijirou to Bakugou’s right like a mediator.

Well, a mediator wasn’t the right phrasing, but it wasn’t wrong either. Buffer was more correct. Bakugou was more blunt and forward than Japan’s polite culture could handle, but Eijirou has thick skin making him the ideal person to be the blond’s partner-in-crime.

“I apologize for coming unnoticed, but I didn’t have your number, and I thought that you were the probably the most appropriate person to ask about this—”

“Holy shit, Ponytail. Get to the fucking point!”

“Bakugou!” Eijirou scolded. Yaoyorozu was already nervous; there was no need to add to that. “Let her talk.”

The blond crossed his arms like a child in time out, but he stayed quiet.

“It’s alright,” Yaoyorozu reassured. It seemed like Bakugou’s outburst didn’t discourage her. In fact, her shoulders relaxed and her expression softened into a small smile. “I desperately need a new costume. My current one is way too uncomfortable for me to sufficiently fight.

“When we were first asked for hero costume designs, I informed them of my quirk and the conditions necessary for its optimal quirk usage. I’ve been too scared to change my costume this past year due to how public we’ve been as student heroes. I love my fans, and the connection I’ve made with them…” Yaoyorozu trailed off. She looked down to her hands.

“But you don’t like the attention your costume gets you,” Bakugou finished for her. “So, just change it. Ya’ don’t fuckin’ need my help for that, Ms. Top Seat.”

“The Bakugous are famous designers!” She exclaimed frantically before looking at her fidgeting hands. “And—Um, and didn’t you design your own suit? Is there any advice you could give me?”

 “Come on, Bakugou.” Eijirou nudged the blond’s foot when the only response was the narrowing of garnet eyes. Those same gems turned to glare at him. “It’s manly to help a classmate. Unless…it’s too hard for you.”

Eijirou knew it hit the right combination of words when Bakugou sneered at him, but instead of malice replacing the boredom in his expression, a competitive spark lit up in his eyes.

“You got a list, Vice Prez?!” Bakugou slammed his hands down on the table before standing to walk over to his desk and grabbed a well-loved sketchbook from a drawer. Eijirou had looked through it once. It was filled with schematics of his gauntlets, bracers, and designs with detailed notes littered throughout for his support technician. “Likes. Dislikes. Any-fucking-thing.”

“Of course,” Yaoyorozu nodded before pulling something up on her iPad and picked up the Apple Pen that was magnetized to the edge of it. “I wrote it down here.”

“Get back to studying, Rock-for-Brains,” Bakugou instructed as he grabbed the tablet and gestured for Yaoyorozu to sit next to him so that she’s sitting across from Eijirou now. Looks like Bakugou saw through his plan to sneakily not study with the distraction.

Eijirou reluctantly picked up his pencil to work through Bakugou’s notes. The brief break did help with refreshing his eyes, and he could distinguish the different words and their definition despite having the same pronunciation. Although, he kept an ear to listen to the conversation.

Bakugou took a moment to read through the list before getting frustrated. Eijirou could tell from the way that Bakugou clicked his teeth, which caused him to look up to see if he needed to intervene.

Bakugou gave the iPad back to Yaoyorozu and opened his sketchbook to a clean page. He started roughly sketching out Creati’s costume from memory. They sat in a comfortable silence as Eijirou refocused on his studies and failed attempts at remembering the difference between “there,” “their,” and “they’re.” It was genuinely impossible to distinguish the difference between them. He hasn’t even gotten started with “to,” “two” and “too.” May the gods send help to him when he gets there.

“Here. What d’ya fucking hate?”

“Um…”

“Just point it, Vice Prez’!”

The raising of Bakugou’s voice made Eijirou look up in alarm, but rather than annoyance, the blond looked amused. Yaoyorozu looked hesitant to say she hated anything about someone else’s work. Eventually, she did point out the flaws in the costumes.

Eijirou went to look at Bakugou’s expression when they made eye contact. He was caught. 

“Stop procrastinating. Ya’ stuck or somethin'?" Bakugou complained, but Eijirou knew the real question behind it. Do you need help with anything?

“A little bit. I’ll ask you about it after Yaomomo’s done,” Eijirou responded. Bakugou rolled his eyes. Under the table, he nudged the knees together.

Bakugou turned back to the sketchbook with his fancy playdough eraser and got rid of all parts that their class vice president had pointed out issues with. He looked at her iPad again before sketching out a new hero costume.

Eijirou loved watching Bakugou work on things. It felt like the blond knew all sorts of skill, and if he didn’t, he would learn it until he mastered it fully. It was so manly.

Bakugou turned the sketch back to Momo. “It’s rough, but it has your rough ideas down.”

“Oh, it’s so nice! Thank you so much, Bakugou,” Yaoyorozu beamed, and Eijirou understood because the “rough” drawing was a detailed reference with notes for whatever support tech got to work on the new costume. The original sleeveless top was given loose, long sleeves with a slit running along the back of the arm. The stupid belt was given a skirt with slits on either side. Bakugou also gave the nonexistent neckline a proper plunging neckline with exposing the navel region.

Maybe Eijirou spent too much time in the Bakugou household—specifically with Bakugou’s parents—to recognize all of the changes made.

“It’s ass. Make a friend and they’ll fucking help you workshop it,” Bakugou sneered, but Eijirou saw his ears turn pink.

“But isn’t this what you’re doing, Bro?” Eijirou tilted his head.

“No, idiot. A support student knows a fuckton more about support engineering than me.” Bakugou turned to Yaoyorozu. “So, make a friend. You’re good at that shit, right?”

Eijirou felt pride and joy smear a grin on his face. Bakugou came a long way from the raging, feral freshman. He put so much care and encouragement into his words and actions with everyone else now.

Eijirou was so glad he saw how manly Bakugou became. He can’t wait to see more for the rest of his life.

Wait. What—

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Eijirou had a crush on Bakugou. 

He realised it a couple of weeks ago, and honestly, nothing changed. In fact, he finds it easier to give into his feelings. Bakugou was just so easy to love for Eijirou. 

It made sense. The blond had gotten his mother’s genes after all. He was a beautiful man to look at. God, Eijirou loved looking at Bakugou. That wasn’t all though. Bakugou had determination and passion to work hard for everything he desired. It was so fucking manly. Most importantly, Bakugou took care of him with so much care. 

How was he not supposed to fall in love?

Kaminari threw another attack at Eijirou’s unbreakable form, and flashes filled his vision while Eijirou monologued in his head. The electricity felt like an uncomfortable prickle. Like the sensation in his fingers when he picked burrs from his pants after playing outside in spring. But all over his body. The layer of quirked, calloused skin acted like a protective layer of insulation.

Bakugou’s explosions felt like the summer sun in unbreakable.

There was some credibility that came from surviving a domestic war. Understandablely so, the field experience they had alone was incredible. It led to this relaxed hero training class where they got to choose how they worked on their weaknesses.

Kaminari was the one to approach Eijirou before he could go to Bakugou. He wanted to increase his voltage output, and Eijirou agreed since he needed to increase the length he could hold unbreakable for. Speaking of, he should breathe.

“Two million volts!” Kaminari shot out another whip of electricity towards Eijirou. White flashes of lightning cover his vision. Good thing he just took a breath.

Eijirou still struggled to remember to breathe during this form. It was much harder since his chest didn’t expand like normal. He mostly manually breathed. On the field he counted his breaths. 

Honestly, he should do it here too, but how was he supposed to focus when he could hear Bakugou yelling at Todoroki to make it colder.

“Two point two million!” Kaminari yelled out his highest voltage. White danced in Eijirou’s vision, and then it was dark.

Screams and yells of surprise fell on Eijirou deaf ears as he panicked. Fear stirred its cauldron in his stomach. Eijirou got transported to last year during the raid. It was dark, and vivid memories of the sensation of pain. The static ran down his limbs at the nightmare of his skin cracking with every punch the larger masked man threw at him.

He was lightheaded and cold but he couldn’t drop unbreakable. He didn’t want to die.

“You’re okay, Kirishima. I need you to breathe for me. Take a deep breath.”

Who said that?

“‘Shima, relax for me. Start with your fingers.”

Bakugou? He wasn’t here.

“C’mon, you can trust me. Start here.” 

I can always trust Bakugou.

Warm sunshine guided his fingers to relax before traveling up his arms to his shoulders. They urge him to lean onto their steady frame. Bakugou’s warm sweet scent filled Eijirou’s lungs.

As unbreakable falls, Eijirou collapses into Bakugou’s arms sobbing and gasping for air. He grappled Bakugou, unable to support his own weight. He couldn’t tell if it was from the fear felt deeply in his gut lighting his nerves on fire or if it was from overexerting himself in training.

It was still dark, and Eijirou felt the sharp claws of fear cling onto his confused mind.

“We’re fine, Ei. It’s just a power outage. Sparky tripped the system,” Bakugou reassured, and Eijirou hid his face into the blond’s shoulder. That was embarrassing. He overreacted over a power outage. It made sense. Kaminari had tripped the school’s electricity before as he gained mastery over his quirk. God, he had a panic attack over a power outage.

The light flickered back on, and Eijirou realised that his classmates were still there, whispering worries around them. Red creeped up along Eijirou’s skin from the attention. He felt like a little kid. 

Bakugou kept running his warm palm on Eijioru’s back, grounding him further.

“Is he better? What did I do to trigger him?” Kaminari’s voice was closer than everyone else.

“Don’t know, but ain’t your fault, Sparky. You didn’t fucking know,” Bakugou answered him. 

Eijirou's heart swelled. Bakugou was so manly. Took care of Eijirou’s episode, and now he’s reassured Kaminari. There was no way Eijirou was going to win the fight against his heart. Bakugou made it so easy to fall in love with him.

The blonde moved his hands to Eijirou’s thighs and lifted him up. Eijirou couldn’t lie, he made an unmanly yelp. He was a big dude. Bulked up considerably from their first year, and had a growth spurt over the summer pushing him a few centimeters above Bakugou now. And Bakugou was walking with Kirishima in his arm despite it all without even struggling.

“All Might! We’re fucking done for the day, so we’re headin’ back.”

“Alright, young Bakugou!”

Eijirou felt them move. He hadn’t lifted his head.

“Bakugou, you can put me down. I’m heavy.”

“You see me fuckin’ complaining? Y’think I can’t carry you?!”

“No!”

“Then, shut up, Red. Just enjoy the ride.”

Eijirou’s heart beat loudly and faster. He really could hold back. Bakugou made it so easy to give in. He loved him so much, and the feeling only got strong with every interaction. 

Eijirou wanted—needed—to be closer to Bakugou. He needed Bakugou in every way. Spiritually. Physically. Emotionally. 

Eijirou needed to belong to him. He needed to have Bakugou.

They made it to the boy’s locker room, and Bakugou set him down on the bench.

“Take all the time you need, Red,” he affirmed, turning to his locker and changing back into the UA fall uniform. Eijirou looked at his broad shoulders and his muscular back.

Eijirou felt undeniably lucky. He was lucky to have met Bakugou—to be allowed to be his friend. He had the privilege of loving Bakugou. His heart—his soul—ached with the overflowing feeling. 

Bakugou finished putting on his uniform, and sat on the bench next to him, pulling his phone out to catch up on any notifications that occurred during training. Eijirou couldn’t even try to stop the words that came out of his lips so easily.

“I love you, Bakugou,” Eijirou confessed, but it didn’t feel like sharing a secret. No, it felt like stating a known fact.

Bakugou turned to him with wide eyes before setting his phone down on the bench. He grabbed Eijirou’s hand resting on the bench—intertwining their fingers—and leaned in to—

Oh. Their lips met.

It was a short chaste kiss. Unpleasantly inexperienced, yet it was the best thing Eijirou had experienced.

“‘Bout fuckin’ time, Kirishima.”

“Eijirou.”

“Let me help you change then, Eijirou.”

“Thanks, Bakugou. You’re the best”

“Call me Katsuki! Fucker!”

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Katsuki blindly reached for his phone with his left hand. It took a couple of tries before he could pull it under the covers with him to turn off his alarm. The lockscreen background was a photo of the view at Karakunidake, the highest peak of the Kirishima Mountains, and the time read 7:17.

(Eijirou had actually planned the climb up Karakunidake. It was the first hike that Katsuki went on after he got the green light for regular activities after his heart exploded.)

Katsuki tried to raise his right arm to his face only to discover how stiff and sore it was  His chest scar felt tender. Moving the quilt down, he discovered his headache, but it was feverishly hot.

Oh, fuck.

Katsuki was sick.

He just wanted to lay in bed until it all just went away. He couldn’t though. Being ill meant that he had to call Aizawa to let him know of his absence. Then, he needed to call the old nurse and let her know that he’s vulnerable. Eventually, he should probably go to her to get medication in case his heart decided it was his time and had a fit. His mom would throw a fit as well if he didn’t call her, so his parents knew what was happening.

Katsuki closed his shut, throwing his left over them.

He’s so exhausted.

He’s not sure if he dozed off but the next thing that happened was a knock at his door. Not waiting for an answer, the person—it’s Eijirou, only he had that privilege—walked right in and sat on the bed causing Katsuki to shift to the weight

“‘Mornin’.” Katsuki brought his arm down from his eyes. Eijirou had a sad—at least his muddled brain recognized it as that—expression. The redhead placed a hand on Katsuki’s forehead. “Mmm. Tha’ feels good.”

“You’re burning hot, ‘Tsuki!” Eijirou brushed blond bangs back. His brows furrowed even more.

“I’m jus’ sick. I’ll be okay, Ei. Don’t be sad,” Katsuki reassured, trying to push down the itch in his throat. “Lay down, stupid. It's cold.”

“I need to make some calls, Katsuki,” Eijirou chuckled. Katsuki’s face probably showed his displeasure because the redhead bent down to place a kiss on his forehead. “I’ll be right back. Trust me?”

“Always.”

With that, Eijirou left Katsuki’s dorm. Alone again with his thoughts, Katsuki couldn’t tell how long it actually took, but it felt long. He missed the feeling of callused hands brushing through his hair. Eventually enough time passed that he dozed off again.

He dreamt of flower fields and warm smiles. He saw Eijirou moving towards him. He felt calluses on his own, and bitten lips pressed against his.

Katsuki woke up again with the sound of his door opening.

“Ei?”

“Nope!” A cheery voice answered him. It was bright, but not loud. Something that he appreciates with the persistent goblin playing drums on his brain. “It’s Kaminari. Heard for Kiri’ that you fell sick. Just thought I could put a cool cloth on you before I head out.”

“Hmm, you’re gonna miss homeroom,” Katsuki yawned. He didn’t bother opening his eyes, trusting the electric blonde to respect his room. The sound of water splashing did worry him a little, but Kaminari wasn’t that incompetent.

“Dude, it’s only seven fifteen,” Kaminari corrected Katsuki. Oh, it’s been less time than Katsuki thought.

Kaminari placed a cold, damp cloth on Katsuki's forehead. It felt amazing. A cooling respite from the heat of his fever.

“I’ll let Kirishima know when I placed that on you. I think he’s fighting Aizawa to let him skip right now.”

Katsuki fell back asleep before Kaminari closed the door on his way out.

The next time that he came to was with Eijirou sitting in his bed next to him. The redhead read the english version of The Hobbit that Present Mic assigned as their reading. Eijirou always wore a frown when he was focused. Katsuki thought it was cute that his smiley puppy frowned when focused.

His puppy.

“Good Morning, Katsuki. Well—it’s almost lunch now…” Eijirou responded to Katsuki who wrapped his arms around his waist and set his heavy head on the redhead’s lap. The damp towel fell onto the pillow to be forgotten. “Mina came by during homeroom to drop off the meds she picked up from RG. So, you should take some after eating some of the okayu that Yaomomo made this morning—she texted me about it. And, don’t worry I called Aizawa and your parents to let him know. He let me stay with—Wait! Why are you crying ‘Tsuki?”

Katsuki didn’t even realize the tears that slipped out of his eyes onto Eijirou’s pants. Fuck, he hated being sick. It made him sappy.

Eijirou frantically pulled Katsuki up to sit in his lap, and the blond immediately hid his face in his shoulder. How stupid it was to cry over this.

“Hey, baby? What's wrong?”

“Nothing. Just feel fucking loved is all.”

Katsuki’s voice was rough from disuse, and his throat was scratchy from the illness. Eijirou petted through messy blond hair, and he couldn’t stop the sob even if he tried.

“Of course you’re loved. You do so much to show how you love us, babe,” Eijirou chuckled. Katsuki heard the smile first. “You take care of your friends…of me. And, take the time to prepare and solve our problems for us. You remember little details that we don’t even remember talking about. How else are we supposed to feel?”

Katsuki whined. Logically, he knew his friends cared about him, but it felt different to be taken care of.

“Aw, baby. Katsuki, look at me.”

Katsuki reluctantly sat up from his favorite hiding spot, Eijirou’s collarbone. They made eye contact, and Katsuki swore even through his fever there was fireworks setting off in him when crimson met scarlet, Eijirou looked at him with so much adoration and love. He wore a soft smile that only Katsuki saw. 

“I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

[lowkeylizzi]

Cherry On Top

Kirishima Eijirou x Bakugou Katsuki

Tags: hurt/comfort, the fragrant flower blooms with dignity au, ftm!bakugou, bullying, transphobia, texting

Masterlist | Also on AO3!

"Suddenly, the pretty blonde caught Eijirou looking at him.

They made eye contact, and the nameless blond smirked at Eijirou. The moment broke, though, when someone jumped on his back.

Still, in those three seconds, he felt his heart speed up, and his mind fantasized over the blond walking up to him. He imagined those fierce eyes piercing straight through his sternum and directly to his heart. He saw the poof of blond hair, spiked and fluffed. It looked soft, but so manly. Eijirou fought the urge to run across the moat of asphalt just to have a chance to feel it between his fingers.   As quickly as the feeling had overtaken him, it ended."

or, Kirishima falls in love at first sight only to fall deeper with time.

It was the perfect day for a picnic; skies were clear and bright. Kids laughed as they raced to school. Stepping off the train, Eijirou saw hordes of people leave on the same stop, power walking to their jobs. Despite the large crowd from the Morning Rush, there was a wide berth around him. People were actively avoiding him. The sea of people split as if he was Moses walking through the red sea.

He hunched over, head lowered, and gaze pointed towards the cement sidewalk. He didn’t want to inconvenience anyone. He knew what people thought when they saw him—dyed red hair, tall, naturally muscular, and with sharp canines to top it all off—fear and disgust equally present in their eyes.

Eijirou didn’t want to see it. He couldn’t stand it.

Shame curled itself around his mind. It amplified his insecurities. He hated the way people were scared of him—of the way he existed naturally. He hated the way he inconvenienced people. Distress appeared in people’s eyes when they looked at him. It followed him around from childhood. Kids pointed at him only to tell him how scary he looked. 

As much as he wanted to, Eijirou couldn’t avoid the train, the people that rode it, and their stares. His commute was relatively short, being just a single line for a couple of stations, but he preferred to stay out of most people’s way if he could until he got to the neighborhood of his school.

He stuck to the alleys, wireless earbuds in his ears playing the latest K-POP dance trend. From childhood, his presence and face demanded negative attention, whether he wanted it or not. He despised it, so he avoided it. 

Approaching UA’s campus, Eijirou heard someone yelling cut over Jihyo’s chorus in “Cheer Up”. Looking up, Monoma was berating some other asshole across the street. Ah, that made sense. Shiketsu students fucking hated UA students because of some arbitrary rivalry.

“You pretentious dogs have all the money and still can’t beat us in baseball. Looks like all those fancy facilities don’t work.”

“At least we don’t have to relearn the basic rules from the umpire.”

It seemed like they were talking about the baseball match the schools had last weekend. Monoma taunted the other students. He was put on earth to piss people off. 

Whoever planned the city probably had a giggle when they put the “problematic” UA directly across the streets from the “prestigious” Shiketsu. Both schools were extremely successful and had similar curriculum. The biggest difference was the students that went to each school.

Shiketsu had the reputation of being prim and proper, focusing graduating students with skills that would aid them in higher positions. As a result of that prestige, most of the students that attended came from families that could afford the big enrollment fee. The filthy rich want the reputation of sending their kids to Shiketsu more than anything else; it was a very good school to attend, after all. Many of its alums sat in positions of power in companies and government.

In contrast, UA had a very difficult entrance exam and prioritised giving their students the room and freedom to develop their personality and creativity all while making sure they had their core skills—all the things that Japanese society didn’t like. To add insult to injury, UA had reasonable tuition and cheap uniforms, making it accessible to middle and working class families like Eijirou’s. Despite its reputation, the numbers didn't lie on the success of its alums. Many went on to start successful businesses and attend some of the highest ranked universities in Japan.

“I wonder why your parents would throw money to be wasted by being ranked lower than us ‘heathens,’” Monoma kept mocking from their side. That annoying smirk and wide eyes made even Eijirou irritated. “I would be embarrassed if we spent that much money just to lose.”

“You animals don’t even know about quality facilities, even if you walk by the building,” jeered the Shiketsu student with a long, purple fringe covering half his face. He looked at Monoma down his nose.

Eijirou looked at the other Shiketsu students walking into their school. All of them had the same expression as the kid with the long bangs, disgusted that a UA student was speaking to one of them.

Well, except one.

His red eyes rolled and he walked not with poise but with confidence. Pale blond hair sat on his head like a crown. He wore his uniform baggy and loose. Button nose and pouty lips sat on a sharp face. Pretty was the first word that came to mind. Manly quickly followed it. He was beautiful in the same way that models were. Yet, he walked with purpose, and his presence forced you to keep looking.

Suddenly, the pretty blond caught Eijirou looking at him.

They made eye contact, and the nameless blond smirked at Eijirou. The moment  broke, though, when someone jumped on his back.

Still, in those three seconds, he felt his heart speed up, and his mind fantasized over the blond walking up to him. He imagined those fierce eyes piercing straight through his sternum and directly to his heart. He saw the poof of blond hair, spiked and fluffed. It looked soft, but so manly. Eijirou fought the urge to run across the moat of asphalt just to have a chance to feel it between his fingers.

As quickly as the feeling had overtaken him, it ended.

Eijirou stumbled forward from the added weight, catching himself, but by the time that he looked back up, the blond was gone, presumably inside of Shiketsu now.

“KI-RI-SHI-MA!” Kaminari wrapped himself around Eijirou’s back. Giggling at his own antics. “Carry me to class?”

“Walk yourself to class, idiot,” Sero walked up to their side. He was one of the few who came close to Eijirou’s height. The lanky teen rolled his eyes at the blond’s antics. “What did Kirishima do to be sneak attacked and then a mule?”

“I don’t mind,” Eijirou adjusted his bag to piggyback Kaminari before walking through the UA gates. “How long do you think Monoma has to yell before he loses his voice? I need it to happen all the time if it means he doesn’t speak anymore.”

“Pft, I think it’s so funny that he’s the only one that you don’t get along with,” Kaminari laughed in the redhead’s ear. He hopped off and walked in between the two taller boys. “Like you don’t have anything bad to say about anyone except for Monoma, and like- Well, it makes sense. Monoma is such a prick.”

“You pompous swine can’t even spot skill because no one in your flamboyant school has seen it,” Monoma yelled as if to prove Kaminari’s point. The group all cringed at the statement. The irritating blond really should look in a mirror. Embarrassment all shot through them like an arrow through the back, making them walk faster to the school building.

They made it to the shoe lockers, and as Sero opened his locker, letters fell out. Kaminari’s locker was on the other side, and he turned around at the sound of them.

“Damn! Fuckboy Sero at it again!”

“Can you be fucking normal please?”

“Can you stop sleeping around like a slut?”

“Touché.”

Eijirou couldn’t help but smile at his friends’ antics. Kaminari and Sero continued to make jabs at each other. None of them were serious, and they were all laughing at the insults directed at each other.

This was nice, having friends for once. Eijirou was new to having friends. It felt weird, but it was nice. He imagined that this was what it felt like to have siblings. Eijirou had an older sister, but she lived away in Kyoto as a working adult. They weren’t too close, but close enough that they called each other occasionally to catch up. But the age gap between the Kirishima siblings prevented them from truly bonding or understanding each other’s puberty struggles. 

Spending time with Sero and Kaminari—watching them poke fun at each other, giggling with each other over the latest edition of Shonen Jump, and arguing over useless things, especially with Ashido—made him feel more confident. They didn’t look at him with fear or disgust. There wasn’t a difference between how they spoke between each other versus with him.

Eijirou felt really lucky that they let him spend time with him.

They made it into classroom 1-A. Eijirou sat in the back because of his height. He didn’t want to block anyone’s view of the board, even if it meant sacrificing his focus a bit. More than that he was always too distracted looking out the window from his seat. Ashido sat in front of him, and Sero’s seat was on his left. Kaminari sat further towards the front, but he always came to the back to chat with them.

Ashido was seated at her desk. She turned around in the chair and had her elbows on Eijirou’s desk as she scrolled on her phone, waiting for the boys to join her before homeroom. Walking up didn’t yield a reaction from her though. It wasn’t until Eijirou pulled out his chair that she noticed their group.

Kaminari sat on Sero’s desk, and the desk owner slouched in his seat, grinning. Ah, it was his gossip grin.

“Mina, you won’t believe what happened at the gates just now,” Sero started before Kaminari cut him off.

“Monoma was yelling at the assholes across the street again!” The electric blond laughed at the statement, like there was a punchline delivered. Well, Eijirou figured Monoma calling other people assholes was pretty ironic. “Like don’t get me wrong, I don’t like the prissy princesses next door either, but like, come on, Monoma is the most annoying person in the school.”

“For real! Like girl, please look in the mirror before you speak,” Mina spoke with her hands making gestures and swaying left and right as she made her amusement known. “Ugh, the worst part is that he’s not wrong though. Shiketsu are so annoying to talk to.”

“More than that. They’re so pretentious,” Sero scowled. Eijirou hadn’t seen this expression on him before. The lanky teen normally wore a lazy grin, and was a known joker to most the teachers and their year. “Imagine being so proud of going to a school that you have to pay to pass. Bro, get over yourself.”

Most of the students at UA ignored their rival school. Eijirou was one of them. He didn’t really care about the school across the street and their students. Well, most of their students. The pretty blond didn’t really act like his peers. He looked at Eijirou and smiled. 

Now that Eijirou thought about it, it was more of a smirk, but it was still special. His nameless blond looked at him like he was in on an unsaid joke. It felt weird, like an angel over his shoulder who knew all his intricacies. Eijirou felt the urge to learn more about his pretty blond.

“None of them are smarter or more athletic. People just go to that fucking school to flaunt their money,” Sero continued his rant. Kaminari and Ashido were both nodding their heads in agreement. “The entire school is just a circle-jerk for wealthy assholes on a powertrip. The whole thing is just a facade of prestige hiding assholes fighting over who has the biggest number in their checking.”

No one in their class matched the animosity that Sero had for their rival school. It wasn’t unfounded. Sero’s parents were both blue collar, with a dad who was a plumber and his mom a maid. They were financially stable, but their jobs were physically demanding. 

Their little group lived in similar circumstances. Ashido’s mom worked as a hair stylist, and her dad was a construction worker. Kaminari’s parents were both electricians and met in trade school.

In Eijirou’s opinion, he had the easiest situation out of his friends. His family owned a bakery. His mama baked cakes, and his mom handled the front and paperwork. They were comfortable—not wealthy by any means—but they didn’t worry about money (or his parents hid it well). Eijirou got gifts on his birthday without having to trade school trips for them.

Most of the students at UA were in similar situations. Only going to the famous school by not only passing the entrance exam, but ranking in the top thirty out of hundreds of applicants. The school’s reputation made it every students’ dream to attend. The freedom to just grow into their own person while opening so many doors and connections that a normal public high school didn’t give. Their teachers were research professors at the local university as well as certified for teaching Eijirou’s age group. Getting recommendation letters from any of their teachers was a sure way to get accepted into even Tohoku University—the best college in Japan.

Eijirou made it into UA somehow despite his abysmal studying.

UA’s prestige spread even into the wealthy. Yaoyorozu Momo placed first in their class and was well known as the heiress to Creati, a Japanese multinational conglomerate in multiple industries including digital systems, power and renewable energy, railway systems, healthcare products, manufacturing and construction. Iida Tenya landed in second place. He was the younger brother to the current President—and the second son of the Chairman—of Ingenium Engines, the leading car manufacturer.

Neither of them were snobs about their status either. In fact, Eijirou would consider them friends, even if he didn’t spend time with them as frequently as he did with Sero, Kaminari, or Ashido.

“I hate this! why do I have to agree with Monoma first thing in the morning,” Ashido whined as she slumped in her chair.

“For real! I feel like a hypocrite agreeing with him,” Kaminari cocked his head in defeat. He quickly popped back up. “Oh! Did you guys read the latest chapter of Edgeshot Chronicles?”

“No! Don’t spoil!” Eijirou jumped up in alarm. He was spacing out for most of the conversation. It felt wrong to judge a bunch of people he’d never met, but in the same vein, he understood why his friends had those thoughts.

“Fine, but you have to come with us after school,” Kaminari demanded. 

Eijirou checked his phone for any text messages from his mom. Normally he helped out with the bakery if there was any heavy lifting needing to be done or even work the counter during slow hours. His mom would text him if he was needed after school. Seeing none, he agreed to the outing.

“Sure!”

“Wait, really?” Kaminari looked dumbfounded, like he didn’t expect an agreement so easily, despite demanding Eijirou’s presence.

It wasn’t just the blond that was shocked at the response. Both Ashido and Sero looked surprised as well. Pink curls bounced as Ashido jumped up. Her eyes opened wide, making the thick black liner disappear. Sero’s jaw dropped and his air of nonchalance  disappeared with his previous sneer.

“Oh my god!” Ashido squealed suddenly, causing heads to turn towards them. Eijirou bowed his head in apology towards Shouji and Tokoyami, their class’s resident introverts. “Have you been to Hawks’ arcade near Rumi’s kickboxing gym? We have to take you there!”

“Uh… Nope. Is it special or something?” 

“The owner, we call him Hawks, is an alum, and he’s like some big shot special ops agent, detective, or something.” Sero jumped in to explain after seeing Eijirou's confusion. “He runs the arcade for poor kids like us. Everything is cheap, but new. It’s like a side gig or something. I think he owns the whole building and makes money from renting the studio space on the upper floors.”

“Wait, is he really a special ops agent?” Kaminari cut in. His ears only filtered what he wanted to hear. “‘Cause that would explain why he’s always so shifty every time we see him at the place.”

“No one really knows what he does. He’s like an enigma,” Ashido responded, always being down for gossiping. “I could’ve sworn he was like a mob boss or some sort of hit man though. He has way too many rolexes for an average person.”

Sero laughed at the dumb theories that their group’s self proclaimed “bimbo and twink duo” made up, jumping in whenever he had a comment. Eijirou couldn’t help but grin as well.

He loved how included his classmates made him feel. UA was the first time he felt included. Eijirou didn’t think he was bullied, but he definitely wasn’t really included with his peers back in middle school. 

“Pipe down, students.” Aizawa entered the room with his sleeping bag draped over his arm. Their sleepy homeroom teacher had a stable routine: give class announcements and then nap for the rest of the time. He was a laid-back teacher, so long as you didn’t give him grief, and then he could be terrifyingly firm. “The summer sports festival is coming up soon.”

“Hell yeah!”

“Let’s go!”

“Our class is gunning for first place for sure.”

Aizawa glared at Kaminari, Sero, and Sato who all jumped out of their seats in celebration. Eijirou couldn’t blame them at all. He vibrated in his seat from excitement as well. He was an active kid and athletic as well. Even the girls in their class started whispering about doing their best to each other.

Their teacher cleared his throat effectively silencing everyone. 

“If you’ll let me finish, there are more announcements,” Aizawa said sternly. “Midterms come before the festival. Those who fail them will be stuck in supplemental instruction, so they are able to retake them after the festivities end, understood?”

“Yes, sir!”

“For sure, teach!”

“Alright, that’s all.” Aizawa disappeared behind the podium for his regularly scheduled nap.

That’s when their small group started panicking.

“I’m so fucked, you guys,” Ashido whined. Her hands gripped at her dyed pink curls, and her face scrunched up in distress. “I’ve been barely skirting by with just passing grades, there’s no way I can pass midterms.

“If you’re fucked, then I’m beyond saving,” Kaminari responded with grief. “I barely made it in, and it was through pure luck. I can’t study to save my life.”

“I’m in the same boat.” Eijirou didn’t have high hopes either despite being an optimist.

“Just get good, dudes.” Sero grinned. The guy was the only one of the four who could actually study.

“Um, if you don’t mind me interrupting you, I don’t mind if you join our study group,” Yaoyorozu interrupted their conversation. Jirou was just behind, arm around her waist in support. “We normally meet up in the library after school on Thursdays and Fridays.”

Kaminari and Ashido practically fell to their knees crying in unison to their smartest classmates. “An angel among us!”

“That’s really nice of you, Yaomomo!” Eijirou praised. He was really thankful because his notes are chaotic at best, so having the top graded student help him should boost him up a bit.

“I probably don’t need nearly as much help, but could I join y’all?” Sero grinned sheepishly. 

“Of course! The more the merrier.” Yaoyorozu clapped her hands together. “I’ll organize some study guides for us.”

“Today is your last day of relief. Have fun at Hawk’s,” Jirou said over Yaoyorozu’s shoulder before they both walked away. They all sulked a bit at that. A lot of effort would be needed to study for midterms, so they couldn’t goof around nearly as much anymore.

“Alright, class. Get back in your seats. It’s time for Math.” Nishida, their math teacher, traded places with Aizawa at the podium, prosthetic legs making a distinct creak when he moved. “Pass up your homework. I’ll collect them, and then we’ll get started.”

This was going to be a long day.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ｡‧˚ʚ🍰ɞ˚‧｡ ♡ ˎˊ˗

“Freedom!”

Ashido skipped ahead of them as they all walked off of campus. Kaminari hung off Sero, talking their ear off about some shounen about high school students with super powers striving to be heroes. Eijirou walked a few paces behind them not wanting to get in the way or scare anyone. He hunched and slouched as much as he could to make himself smaller in the crowds of students leaving school, although he still stood a near head above everyone.

Hawks’ was only a few blocks away from UA. The walk was as short as it could be taking the main roads. It wasn’t too crowded with midterm season starting to roll in. Responsible wasn’t something that could describe Ashido and Kaminari especially with Sero egging them on. Eijirou was glad he was allowed along.

“Oh! Kiri, I need to play against you at the hockey table.” Kaminari tugged Eijirou over to the wide air hockey table with Sero following behind.

“You boys have fun! I’m gonna go look at the selection they have at the cranes.” Mina waved at them before parting ways.

Eijirou didn’t know the last time he had so much fun. His cheeks were hurting at the perpetual grin stuck on his face. Kaminari was losing badly despite being the more experienced player, having Sero teasing on the sidelines was fun, causing Eijirou to laugh and Kaminari to flounder around even more than normal.

Eijirou won with eleven points to Kaminari’s five points. The gap in points was a whole six points.

“I can’t believe after all that boosting you lost to a newbie,” Sero laughed at the blond’s defeat. “You talk big, but can’t keep up huh?”

“Why don’t you come play me then!” Kaminari raged although he still had a smile coming through his pout. “You’ve been commenting on the sidelines annoyingly.”

“Alright, but don’t go cryin’ when you lose again.” Sero took Eijirou’s place after the game. They started the game. In stark contrast to the previous match, both players were focused. Sero’s taunting grin said enough words as he made the first goal making the first point of the game.

“I’m gonna go find Mina.” Eijirou didn’t wait for a reply before going off to look for their friend. He wasn’t expecting one with the two other boys so dialed into the game they were playing.

He took his time walking over to the crane games on the other side of the arcade. There were a few games that he recognized playing as a kid with his older sister. There were more that looked newer that he didn’t know.

He smiled at the grade school kids playing a racing game, remembering when he played it with his sister at the same age. 

The crane games were arranged in an orderly way. It was easy to find Ashido, with her pink hair being so recognizable. She stood against one of the machines with two older boys in front of her—college students, Eijirou guessed from their lack of uniform. Mina looked really irritated with her glare and furrowed brows, her back straight and tensed her hands balled into fist. The boys didn’t notice or ignored her clear body language completely as they kept talking to her. 

“So, a cutie like you could join us if-”

“Kirishima! Over here!”

Ashido spotted him walking towards her. Both of the boys turned around just as Eijirou reached them. Almost immediately, they coward in fear at Eijirou’s height and bulk.

“Hey, Mina. Is everything alright?” Eijirou wore a confused frown. Apparently, the glimpse of his teeth as he spoke was enough for the older boys to run off leaving just the UA students alone.

“Yep! Thanks, Kiribabe,” Ashido laughed at the scared boys and hooked her arm together with Eijirou and led the way back to their friends. “They were just annoying me but left with your arrival.”

A pang of guilt made itself known, but louder than it, Eijirou was relieved that he was able to help. His scary image had some use at least.

By the time Ashido and Eijirou made it back to the air hockey table, Sero was laughing at Kaminari’s demise. The scoreboard lit up an overwhelming victory of fourteen to three in Sero’s favor.

“Why do you always try to challenge him, ‘Nari?” Ashido hip bumped their friend. He had his head hung but leaned into her platonic affection. She swung an arm over his shoulder to guide him over toward the basketball shooting game. “You know that Sero is the undefeated champ of air hockey.”

“Hey, Kiri play this with me?” Sero gestured towards the games that sat next to each other along the wall. He tossed a couple 100 yen over towards Eijirou. The redheads frantically caught the coins in hand before he grinned and knocked his fists together.

“Bring it on!”

“You boys have fun. I’m taking the twink with me. We’re gonna make memories!” 

“Hey!”

“I’m not wrong.”

“...No, you’re not.”

Ashido pulled Kaminari to a purikura booth nearby. She giggled while the blond pouted.

Eijirou slid coins in his machine with Sero so that the basketballs would come down at the same time. The timer counted down from five before the balls were released. The two of them tried to make as many baskets as they could. Eijirou fumbled the first few shots before he was able to correctly gauge the angle he needed to make. He made most of the shots from there. 

The game buzzed after three minutes signaling the end of the first “quarter.” He made thirty-two shots. While glancing over to Sero’s score, the lanky teen had thirty-six. They were surprisingly close. 

The second “quarter” saw the net moving from side-to-side at a slow pace. This had Eijirou panicking. Though the angle of the shot didn’t change by much, Eijrou shifted his weight side-to-side to try and compensate for the directional change. He still ended up missing most of his throws. A few baskets did make it in by sheer luck.

By “halftime,” Eijirou was in the lead with forty-two compared to Sero’s thirty nine.

The hoop moved up and down at a slow speed, but neither of the teens were able to make any of their shots.

The final “quarter” had half the time, but the hoop stayed stationary the entire time. Eijirou made all of his shots even with the stress of the game’s sped up music.

The final scores ended in Eijirou favor with just a two point lead of sixty-four to Sero’s sixty-two.

“Damn, nice work, Kiri.” Sero patted Eijirou on the back. Pride swelled in the redhead’s chest as he grinned and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Thanks, man. I gotta wonder how someone got a score of one-hundred and twenty-nine,” Eijirou said as he looked at the game’s high score display. 

Ashido and Kaminari made their way back towards the two tall boys just as Eijirou’s phone rang out. It was his mom. 

“‘Gotta take this, bro.”

“‘Kay.”

Eijirou stepped off to a quieter part of the arcade, and Sero caught up their friends on the result of their game.

“Hey, Mom.”

“Hi, dear. I know you’re out with your friends, but do you think you can come home to watch the front tonight? Hanabi just called out sick.”

“Oh, no. Will she be alright?” Eijirou shifted his weight nervously from worry for someone he knows.

“She said she should be. The poor girl has a stomach bug. I would try calling Kelly, but you know she took the week off because her brother was visiting America. And Ms. Kishimoto has a doctor-”

“It’s alright, Mom. I’ll come home to take over the front. Don’t worry.”

“I’m sorry, Eijirou. You rarely go out with your friends too.”

“Don’t apologize, Mom. You work really hard, and I know you have to make dinner and finish writing the checks tonight.”

“You’re the best, Eijirou. I’ll see you in a bit?”

“Yep! See you.”

Now comes the awkward part of telling his friends he had to leave. It felt rude to leave earlier than the others. It neared five in the evening by now, so hopefully it wasn’t too weird to leave now. 

They were over by the claw machines. Kaminari attempted to win a cinnamoroll plush. Ashido laughed at the taunts that Sero said while the blond fumbled the prize.

Eijirou couldn’t help the smile that grew on his lips. The little group of friends were a cheerful bunch. It was a little shocking that he found his place among them.

“Hey guys, my mom needs me to get home, so I gotta go now,” Eijirou said nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh shit what time is it? I probably need to head home to make dinner for my family too.” Sero pulled out his phone to check out the time.

“What’s the time?” Ashido leaned over to check the phone as well. “What?! When did it become five already?”

“Oh fuck. I forgot to tell my mom I was going out after school,” Kaminari said. “She’s gonna kill me.”

“Alright, let’s disband before our parents all kill us,” Ashido declared and grabbed their school bags leaning against the crane game. “Kiri, do you know how to get home from the station near here?”

“Yeah, I should be fine.”

“Cool! Let’s walk together then! Sero and I live in the same apartment complex.”

“Lucky! I live like down the street so I head in the opposite direction from the station,” Kaminari said as they walked out of the arcade. He walked backwards and waved his hand for a bit before turning around to walk home. “See ya’ tomorrow!”

“Alright team, let's head home!”

Thankfully, the trip home was uneventful. Eijirou split off from Sero and Mina at the second stop where they lived.

When he arrived at the bakery, he went into the alley next to it and took the entrance there. Inside was a hallway with three doors. One led to the front, the middle one was the kitchen, and the last was the staff room and connecting bathroom. At the end of the hallway was a staircase that led to an apartment where his family lives. 

Eijirou headed upstairs to change into the bakery uniform. He sets his school bag next to his desk. He gives his thanks to the EdgeShot poster, a shonen series, after he got dressed. Then, he headed back downstairs.

“I thought I heard you come in. So, right now there’s only a regular, Bakugou-san, out front,” Mikoto said when Eijirou ran into his mom at the base of the steps. Kirishima Mikoto had a petite stature. Her red eyes framed with crows feet and strawberry blonde hair. She had it pulled into a low messy bun, and the uniform bandana hid her bangs. “He’s already taken care of, so all you need to do is just keep watch up front.”

“Alright, mom,” Eijirou said as he loosely tied the bandana around his gelled hair. “Go rest before you make dinner. I’ll take care of the front until closing.”

Mikoto patted his arms one last time before the two walked past each other to their delegated tasks.

Walking out to the front was a bit similar to coming home for Eijirou. The excitement of living in a cake bakery faded when he moved onto junior high, but the bakery itself never lost its charm. The cozy lighting matched with the bean bag corner of the cafe area. There were bookshelves along the back wall of the cafe area filled with manga and light novels that their patrons could read at any time with genres ranging from shoujo to josei to seinen. There was also the display case showcasing the different cake slices, tartes, and other pastries that his mama had painstakingly made from scratch.

(Some of his earliest core memories were watching his mama test different cake and icing flavors and their combinations for their rotating seasonal menu. He remembers holding his mama’s hand as they’re walking through a strawberry farm sampling that season’s fruit. His mom negotiated prices and made the bakery’s orders for the season. 

His older sister had picked the biggest strawberries in the field for them. The sweet and tart juice covered their faces by the time they were about to leave.)

Sitting at the tucked table in the back corner was Bakugou. He had fluffy blond hair, unblemished skin, sharp red eyes, and soft cheeks currently full of the strawberry shortcake sitting in front of him. Eijirou couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on the full pouting lips smeared with frosting. When Bakugou swallows the mouthful he has, those lips curled into a soft smile, and Eijirou was mesmerised. 

Bakugou was the pretty blond from Shiketsu—the pretty blond who winked at him was a regular of his family's bakery.

“Um,” Eijirou said dumbly. He was a little dumbfounded. He wanted to say something, but pretty boys made him forget his thoughts.

Bakugou jerked his head up and looked at Eijirou with wide eyes and pink ears. 

They just stared for a moment. Eijirou once more lost his train of thought. Bakugou stands up grabbing his stuff and turns to the UA student.

“You didn’t see shit,” the blond demanded while walking backwards. He bumped into one of the other tables. His face flushed with the same pink on his ears before he turned around and ran for the door all before Eijirou could say anything.

Eijirou couldn’t help but squat down and hide his face in his hands. How could he be so stupid and scare off one of their regulars? It must’ve been his fucking teeth. Even if people got past his aggressive features, his teeth always freaked people out. The scar on his eye was the first warning sign to people apparently, even though he had it before he ever started socializing with his peers.

(Although Eijirou doesn’t remember what happened, he’s heard it enough times from his sister to know how he got the scar on his right eye. At the tender age of four, Eijirou was supposedly running while playing tag with his sister in the house when he ran into a bookshelf, where a picture frame fell on his head and cut his eye.

His sister apologized up until the day she left for college for scaring his “pretty face” in her words. She was biased, though, because to the rest of the world, his face was that of a scary delinquent.)

“Eijirou? Why are you on the floor?” Ayane inquired when she stepped through the threshold of the front of the house. Kirishima Ayane, the baker behind the cakes at their humble bakery, stood at a tall six foot one with long black hair normally tied into a high bun and hidden behind a head scarf. Eijirou got her height, teeth, and features. His mama was the coolest person he knew, but Eijirou was a fake. He just looked like a delinquent when in reality he's a coward and a wimp.

“Mama, I’m sorry for scaring a regular off,” Eijirou fretted as he slowly stood up looking at his feet.

“Who? Bakugou? He wouldn’t be scared of your face,” Ayane doubted. She walked over to the register to close it out. “He’s not one to judge people based on appearances.”

“Well, I think I did it somehow.” Eijirou walked over to the table Bakugou was sitting at. A bitter aftertaste sat cold on his tongue. Still, he ignored it and started to clean up the dirty plates and cutlery.

“Eijirou, truthfully if a customer was afraid of you, they are not welcome here whether they were a regular or not.”

“That’s not good business. Most people are scared of me.” Eijirou let out a dry laugh.

“Eijirou,” Ayane turned away from the display case and grabbed her son by the shoulders. “You are my son. You will always be more important than anything else.”

“Thanks, mama,” Eijirou conceded, having known how stubborn his parents were about this specific topic.

“Head up. I’ll clean here.”

“Thanks. See you at dinner.”

Maybe after sleeping tonight, he’ll forget all about the blond and move on with life.

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He couldn’t sleep.

He can’t get the way Bakugou looked when he ate that cake. The blond wore such a soft smile. Not to mention the amount of cake he had gotten as well based on how many empty plates were on his table after he left. Eijirou kept feeling despair at the thought of ruining the bakery for him.

At least he’s early today, there wasn’t anyone commuting yet meaning he didn’t have to take the alleys for once. His school was coming into view and there was a Shiketsu student next to the UA gates, the black uniform stark against UA’s bright paint. Then, Eijirou recognized the pale blond fluff on Bakugou’s head. 

Oh, God, is Bakugou waiting for me?

Eijirou couldn’t look away before scarlet eyes met his own, and he couldn't deny the panic that bubbled in gut threatening to rise up. Was Bakugou approaching him? Was he pissed at Eijirou? Actually, Eijirou might let the blond beat him up if it met being on his good side.

“Oi! Shitty hair!” Bakugou hollered. Eijirou braced for impact as they met in the middle of the sidewalk. “Give me your phone.”

“Huh?”

“Just give me your phone!” Bakugou’s ears were pink again. Eijirou handed over his phone, not wanting to rile the blond up any further. (Even if the red flush Bakugou had last night only enhanced his beauty.)

Bakugou looked at the redhead’s phone before looking back up at Eijirou’s face bewildered.

“What’s your password, shitty hair? I can’t put in my number if your phone is locked.”

“You’re giving me your number? Like your phone number?” Eijirou doubted. Now he was truly confused by the blond’s intentions. It wasn’t like he minded getting Bakugou’s number. In fact, he was really attracted to Bakugou. He seemed really manly.

“Yes. Do I need to repeat it again for you to get it?” Bakugou turned the phone screen towards Eijirou. The taller redhead put in the code for his phone. Bakugou tapped on the phone while Eijirou waited awkwardly for anything to happen. “I’m holding you hostage. You better not tell anyone about me eating at the bakery.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything dude.” Eijirou was so lost. What was happening? How did he get the number of the prettiest boy he’s ever seen? Why was he being held hostage? Was this even a bad thing?

“Good. You better not. I’ll fucking know,” Bakugou said as he tossed the phone back to Eijirou. In addition to adding his contact, the blond also texted himself “shitty hair” probably to add Eijirou as a contact.

“Oh, I guess we never really exchanged names,” Eijirou realized, causing Bakugou to look up from his own phone. “I’m Kirishima Eijirou.”

“I figured. Mikoto-san talks about you.” Bakugou pocketed his phone and looked at Eijirou up and down. “Bakugou Katsuki. Don’t forget.”

The redhead didn’t think he could even if he tried. Bakugou left such an impression on his mind that he had never experienced before.

“See ya ‘round, Kirishima,” Bakugou smirked before heading across the street toward Shiketsu.

Eijirou felt his heart skip. His face was warm too. Bakugou wore confidence so casually, like it was something that the universe owed him.

The redhead followed the blond’s example and headed through UA’s front doors. The lack of other student’s chatter allowed him to think about what just happened.

Eijirou was still confused by the whole interaction, but rather than feeling offended by Bakugou’s confrontation, he was pulled to the blond even more. He couldn’t help it. Like Persephone’s reaction to the underworld’s pomegranate, Eijirou just wanted to consume whatever Bakugou would give him.

Later in the future when he looked back to this moment, Eijirou wouldn’t be able to explain the sort of impulse that came over him when he pulled out his phone, opened the chat that Bakugou had already started, and sent a stupid message to Bakugou. It was the best decision of his life.

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Shitty Hair 7:34AM

shitty hair

Shitty Hair 7:51AM

when birds migrate they come down to sleep? or do they j like fall alseep at the wheel asleep*

Bakugou K 7:51AM

They stop to sleep dumbass. Why the hell do you need to know this?

Shitty Hair 7:51AM

just curious do pandas hibernate?

Bakugou K 7:52AM

They don't.

Shitty Hair 8:02AM

oh i should stop asking stupid questions huh?

Bakugou K 8:02AM

Don’t. I’ll kill you.

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Eijirou didn’t stop texting Bakugou, not that he wanted to. He actually couldn’t stop even if he tried. It was a little addicting. Well. Okay. It was a lot addicting. Bakugou responded quickly too, always within a couple minutes usually with a quick response. Whenever the blond was busy or sleeping, he still responded as soon as he could and provided an explanation as if he knew that Eijirou was panicking. Eventually the irrational fears of annoying Bakugou faded, but the blond still gave reassurances.

The texts weren’t the only contact that Eijirou had with Bakugou. His thoughts manifested into reality because he started noticing Bakugou everywhere in his life. 

In the mornings, he found that they actually head to school at the same time and even more they had the same commute. Well, it makes sense, but for some reason it just never clicked in his mind before. His mom needed help out front after classes? The blond walked in to order their new menu. Eijirou went to the park to run? Bakugou was walking dogs part-time apparently. Mina wanted to try a new cafe because they had a collaboration with her favorite otome game? Bakugou worked at the coffee bar as a barista. Sometimes, he went to the convenience store to pick up some snacks at night, and Bakugou would be working the register. 

(Eijirou worried that the blond was unable to keep a job. He wanted to ask his mom if they had any positions open so that Bakugou could work for them. But after asking Bakugou if he needed a job, he found out that the Shiketsu student actually worked multiple jobs throughout the week. Now, Eijirou worried that Bakugou wasn’t resting enough since he was supposedly a scholarship student sitting at the top spot in Shiketsu.)

Bakugou lived in Eijirou’s periphery, and it was shocking that the redhead never noticed the blond before.

(Maybe it was a good thing because he would’ve never gotten into UA if he had noticed Bakugou. The blond consumed his every thought, so there was no way he could’ve studied for the UA entrance exam.)

Currently Eijirou was playing basketball after school in UA’s outdoor court. On his team were Sero and Kaminari. Opposing them was Midoriya, Iida, and Tokoyami. It was a fair three-on-three game. It was practice for the upcoming sports festival. Eijirou dribbled the ball, and was about to shoot when a specific vibration pattern buzzed in his shorts. He let go of the ball earlier than he was supposed to and the ball hit the rim. 

Bakugou texted him first.

“Defense!” Sero yelled while running to the other side of the court. 

The sun’s harsh rays beat down on Eijirou when he ran a second behind the others. His heart raced, but he couldn’t tell if it was because of the exercise or simply the knowledge that Bakugou texted him first got him all flustered.

Iida got the ball from the rebound and was currently dashing to the other side where Midoriya was already waiting. Iida passed the ball over for the other to make the basket before Eijirou could catch up and make his way over. They had set such a fast pace that the redhead couldn’t keep up with an occupied mind.

Fuck, Bakugou texted first.

All Eijirou wanted to do at that moment was pull out his phone and message the blond back immediately. The text could’ve been about anything and Eijirou was sure that he would be freaking out all the same.

He usually associated the swishing of the net with sheer disappointment and self-loathing. His mind this time couldn’t deny him the excitement of getting a text from his current target of affection.

“Damn, Iida. I guess being on track does have its benefits,” Kaminari heaved as he bent over breathing heavily. “You are the sprinter too, huh?”

“Track is an excellent way to stay in shape. We are always welcoming team members.” Iida waved his hand towards the entire group. The sheen of sweat on his forhead proves that he is human and not an engine.

“Nah, I think I’m good. I love my current club,” Sero responded. “The going-home club is infinitely more fun.”

The others continued to chat among each other while they all grabbed their water bottles, and Eijirou couldn’t help but tune it out as he tunneled vision onto his phone.

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Bakugou K 4:32PM

Why did you dye your hair red?

Shitty Hair 4:51PM

it’s really silly

Bakugou K 4:51PM

Don’t care. The cafe is so empty now with that stupid collab done. I’m bored.

Shitty Hair 4:52PM

well ok so there is this patisserie that my moms took me to i was like going through my emo phase think suuupper depressed kid anyways

Bakugou K 4:53PM

How the hell did you figure out how to ramble in text?

Shitty Hair 4:54PM

its a talent what can i say

Bakugou K 4:55PM

Right. Ok, the patisserie?

Shitty Hair 4:54PM

right! SO the patisserie had some of the coolest decorated pastries like the fucking manliest and on top of it all it was sooo good the place had such a manly name crimson riot mama and the pastry chef there worked under the same chef and like

Shitty Hair 4:55PM

idk i guess i never considered it an option for me to be manly and loud about it growing up all i ever heard about was how scary i looked

Bakugou K 4:55PM

You don’t look scary??? You look like Kirishima. People are stupid.

Shitty Hair 4:56PM

thanks bakugou its fine tho like i get why people think shark teeth are scary

Bakugou K 4:56PM

Your teeth are literally cool. Or manly. Whatever. Don’t be dumb.

Shitty Hair 4:56PM

You called be an idiot like this morning lol

Bakugou K 4:56PM

You’re an idiot, not dumb. Clear distinction, idiot.

Shitty Hair 4:57PM

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“Yo, Kiri, who made you smiling like that!”

Eijirou looked up and saw that Iida, Midoriya, and Tokoyami had already left. Kaminari was the one who had called out to him.

“Are we done for today?” Eijirou guessed.

“Yeah. It’s like five,” Sero explained, “We all gotta go home now.”

“But before that! You have to tell us who your new sweetheart is?” Kaminari wiggled his eyebrows, and Eijirou knew that Sero was also curious. The phone in his hand buzzed a couple more times. It was that special pattern.

“It was just a friend I made out of school,” Eijirou explained. There was a little bit of anxiety at what his friends would think about his relationship with Bakugou. Not that there was anything weird about his relationship with Bakugou. 

It was a normal platonic friendship. 

The issue came with Bakugou’s enrollment to Shiketsu and their school’s rivalry, but Bakugou wasn’t an asshole. Well, he was an asshole. The blond wasn't as condescending as that other Shiketsu student. Hell, he wasn’t half as narcissistic as Monoma.

That was an issue he wasn’t touching anywhere in the near future—or like, ever, if he could help it.

“You’re not getting out of the interrogation, Kirishima,” Kaminari called out through an arm around him as they made their way off campus after grabbing their bags. “Like come on bro. I’ve never seen a smile like that on you before.”

“Kami’ means that you looked really happy.” Sero fills in the rest.

The topic changes quickly but the thought lingers. What did Eijirou feel about Bakugou? He felt happy talking and texting with Bakugou. He hadn’t experienced anything like it before.

On the train ride home, Eijirou pulled out his phone and saw the texts that Bakugou sent him after his friends interrupted their conversation. 

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Bakugou K 4:57PM

So what does that bakery or patisserie have to do with your hair? Like I don’t get when red hair comes into play. Shitty hair? Kirishima?

Shitty Hair 5:34PM

sorry bro my friends pulled me away from my phone uuuh so basically my mom’s friend had red hair and i really wanted to change myself i wanted to be better become manly and i wanted a physical change i was scared that i would ruin the cozy experience that my mom made but she also dyed her hair i’ve never been so thankful but yea thats why i dyed my hair

Bakugou K 5:36PM

You are manly. You’re the kindest person I’ve met, I have the closing shift at the cafe. Later, Kirishima.

Shitty Hair 5:36PM

talk to you later!!

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Oh. Eijirou knew what he felt about Bakugou now. He was sure this was what having a crush felt like.

He likes Bakugou.

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The bell let out and Katsuki nearly fell asleep in his last class. Geography was a snoozefest. He memorized the maps already. It was an easy and pointless class because there will never be a time where he cannot access a map. Either way, Katsuki had an uneventful day at school. He considered it a good day. 

The other students parted a way for Katsuki as if the blond carried some sort of plague. The rich pricks around him basically considered the poverty he’s in as a contagion.

“Where are you working today?” Shouto joined Katsuki’s side at the shoe locker. “I could get my driver to drop you off.”

“Yeah, and let the old ladies sipping their coffee to ask me who my sugar daddy is? Fuck no. I’m good,” Katsuki scoffed. He knew that this was Shouto’s way of showing his appreciation and friendship, but it still felt like the richer boy was pitying him.

(Before Katsuki was disowned by his parents, the Bakugous had a strong friendship with the Todorokis. The latter had invested into the former’s current fashion empire back when Mitsuki and Masaru were just starting out.

Shouto and Katsuki were originally set to marry by their parents until his disownment. Now they were just close friends where Shouto dated Katsuki’s other childhood friend, Izuku, who he originally made from their neighborhood park.)

“Ah, the Erased Mic Café. I’m still shocked that they hired someone who goes to Shiketsu,” Shouto spoke with his usual monotone voice. He had a cadence that Katsuki was sure no one could recognize. “It’s co-owned by two UA professors, right?”

“Yeah. The stupid dick measuring contest is completely from the teachers in this pompous school, and you fucking know that.” Katsuki walked out ahead of Shouto who as usual took the time to pick up a handful of confession letters that fell out from his locker. Earlier in the school year, Katsuki rolled his eyes until he got a headache.

“That means that you’ll just be bullied until you get expelled from here if you keep working at places owned by UA alums and professors.” Shouto caught up to Katsuki and matched his pace. “Seriously, be careful.”

“Yeah, yeah. Hop off my dick,” Katsuki growled. He hated this topic, and everyone around him seemed intent on talking to him about it.

Eventually Shouto got into his family’s car, and Katsuki walked to the quaint café tucked in between a florist and a small boutique. Mirio stood behind the counter. “Welcome in, Bakugou!”

Katsuki ignored him and instead went to the staff room to change into his uniform: a simple black cotton shirt, black jeans, and a brown apron. 

(Katsuki was originally a regular at the café. Aizawa saw him studying for various entrance exams. He offered Katsuki a job after he saw the blond crying from getting kicked out of his parent’s house and disowned. Long story short, he would rather become a high school dropout before he quits working at ErasedMic.)

He liked working as a barista at the café the most out of all his other part time jobs. The aroma of the roasted coffee beans calmed him down. Let him think and process without the hectic nature of his personality.

Pulling espressos became second nature. Steaming milk was therapeutic. Making various drinks from lattes to cappuccinos felt more satisfactory than anything else.

There were boring pockets in his shift that usually would consist of him running through flashcards and simple assignments. Now, there was a new addition to his routine. A bright red addition.

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Shark Brain 3:44PM

do you watch any anime or read any manga ?

Bakugou K 3:45PM

Why?

Shark Brain 3:45PM

just wondering if our tastes overlap

Bakugou K 3:46PM

Manga. A Sign of Affection, Blue Spring Ride, Chihayafuru Shit like that.

Shark Brain 3:46PM

YO i didn’t peg you for a shoujo enjoyer!!!

Bakugou K 3:46PM

I will block you.

Shark Brain 3:47PM

WAIT NO I WASN’T MAKING FUN OF YOU ITS SO MANLY TO BE ENJOYING SHOUJOSEI

Bakugou K 3:47PM

So?

Shark Brain 3:47M

? wdym by so?

Bakugou K 3:47PM

I don’t fucking know you’re the one asking me a queston.

Shark Brain 3:48PM

oh!!  no they don’t :(  i mostly watch and read shonens 

Bakugou K 3:48PM

Let me guess. Shounen Jump?

Shark Brain 3:48PM

HOW DID YOU KNOW

Bakugou K 3:49PM

Lucky guess.

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Katsuki shook his head, but he couldn’t stop the smile from spreading on his face. How could someone be so cute? Kirishima was a fucking golden retriever. It was always a wonder to him how anyone could see the redhead as anything other than a puppy.

On his worst days, Kirishima would be the only thing that kept him pushing to the end. Like his clueless cheerleader. His personal dopamine dealer.

“Welcome to ErasedMic,” Mirio greeted a customer that walked in. “How can I help you today?”

Katsuki shoved his phone back into his apron and focused back on his job. The few bills he had weren’t gonna pay for themself. The long laundry list felt like it grew every time he thought of it. 

Hormones. School books. His phone service. Food. Paying back Auntie Inko. Saving for his own apartment. Become independent. Surgery.

He’ll mark everything off the list. Determination had carried him this far, so it’ll carry him to the finish line.

Shark Brain 4:01PM

btw we got a new menu  summer tarts!! i think you’ll like the lemon one

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If Katsuki picked his favorite shift, it would surprisingly be the closing shift. The routine of cleaning and organizing the café cups. It was therapeutic. God knew how much he needed therapy. Either way, Katsuki took the closing shift at the café as much as he could.

He locked the entrance before leaving out the back door and locking it as well. It was bright enough outside that he didn’t mind taking the alleyways back to the Midoriyas’ apartment.

He should’ve stuck to the main roads.

“Hey! Aren’t you Bakugou?”

Great, someone who knew him and had the bravery to fucking talk to him. Looking up, it was a couple of boys that had gone to middle school with him. They had known him back as a girl.

“Damn! It is!”

Katsuki recognized their faces but couldn’t care less to remember their names. Both brunettes, one was tall and lanky with an undercut, and the other was wider and a bad haircut.

“Who the hell are you guys?”

“What, is your memory that bad? We saw each other a week ago, when your man was present.” Undercut walked up to Katsuki, pushing his shoulder and knocking him into the brick wall. Bad Hair grabbed his wrist painfully and waved his hand around.

“You’re not fucking punching us? Need your man to do it? Aren’t you a man now, Bakugou?” Bad Hair mocked his situation, and Katsuki wanted to throw the first punch so badly. He really can’t afford a record right now—or ever actually—as his status as a scholarship student at Shiketsu will be disputed the moment they find out about it. 

“You fuckers are fucking losers.” Just because he couldn’t punch didn’t mean that he was gonna take it laying down. “You bottom feeders couldn’t find anyone at your school to pick on? Surely, you need to bully your fucking barber for that haircut.”

“You bitch!”

Bad Hair pulled his arm back to throw a punch when a blur of red covered Katsuki’s vision.

Kirishima.

The tall teen received a swing in the cheek as he sprinted between Katsuki and bad hair. He was hunched over the blond.

“Oi! You-”

Eijirou looked over his shoulder, eyes set in a glare. All Katsuki could hear was a scurry of running  footsteps and a couple of heckles before it was quiet again.

“Are you ok, Bakugou?” Kirishima stood his full height and lowered his hand.

This fucking boy was too fucking kind for this cruel world. For Katsuki.

“You’re the one that got punched. Let me look.” Katsuki grabbed his jaw. He tilted the bruised cheek towards the streetlight. It was red and angry, and his jaw would be sore for a bit. Kirishima would be ok though, and Katsuki couldn’t stop the sigh of relief from leaving him. “Don’t do that again.”

“And let you get hit? No way. I couldn’t do that.”

Of course, Kirishima wouldn’t. He ruined all of Katsuki’s standards.

Lowering his gaze, Katsuki noticed the bleeding arm and grabbed it. “You’re fucking bleeding, Red!”

“Oh, I must’ve cut myself on the metal there,” Kirishima said nonchalantly, gesturing to the shutters behind Katsuki. “It's okay! I can get it patched up back at the bakery. We have a pretty extensive first aid kit for kitchen accidents.”

“Let’s fucking go then.” Katsuki grabbed his hand, ignoring how they fit like puzzle pieces. He pulled them through the alley and around the corner was the familiar bakery. “How the hell didn’t you notice getting cut?”

“Take the side door.”

Kirishima tugged his hand to lead them through the correct entrance, then to the empty kitchen before sitting on the counter. Katsuki reluctantly pulled his hand away, turning away to grab the first aid kit. He got exactly two steps away before he realized he has no fucking clue where anything is in this kitchen.

“Where’s the thing?” Katsuki bashfully asked, not turning around. He felt his ears warm from embarrassment.

“Oh,” Kirishima chuckled, “It's mounted on the wall above the sink on the left.”

Katsuki followed the instructions and found it quickly.

(On a normal day, Katsuki would take being laughed at as an attack. His guard would be put up, and he’d pull away or punch depending on the person. Something about Kirishima was different though. All that occupied Katsuki’s mind was getting the redhead to laugh again. To hear the grin in his voice. It was like he was obsessed.)

By the time that Katsuki got back, Kirishima was pressing a rag to his arm. The blond set the kit on the counter and dug around for his supplies.

“So…What were you doing out so late anyways—Ouch,” Kirishima asked as Katsuki cleaned his cut.

“I closed today,” Katsuki replied simply. Working was just another aspect of his life. 

“Why do you have to work so much anyways?” Kirishima hissed in pain, but Katsuki felt the redhead’s eyes on him. He frowned the hiss. 

“Do you really wanna know?” Katsuki kept his eyes on wrapping the cut in sterile bandages. He didn’t usually talk about his situation with anyone. A collective of five people know about his situation: Inko, Aizawa, Izuku, Shouto, and the headmaster of Shiketsu. For some stupid reason, telling Kirishima about his past sounds easier than sitting through a western history class. He couldn’t explain the way his heart skipped a beat at that knowledge.

“Of course. It’s about you.” Kirishima said it so softly. Katsuki heard the smile add an endearing tone to his voice. “I wanna learn everything about you.”

“My parents disowned me for being a man.” Why the hell did he say it like that? Now, Kirishima was gonna kick him out and block his number. He was gonna push Katsuki away. 

Except, he didn’t. Kirishima always ruined Katsuki’s standards.

“Oh that’s…Didn’t they already know?” Kirishima made a confused expression. Katsuki had to spell it out for the other, didn't he. 

“I wasn’t born a man like you, Red.” Katstuki pulled his pride up to be able to look at Kirishima. He’s coming out for the second time, and somehow it was more terrifying than when he knew his parents were going to kick him out. “I may not be exactly like you, but I’m a man through and through. If you have a problem—”

“NO! No. Not at all. You’ve always been Bakugou to me.” Kirishima grabbed Katsuki’s shoulders. Crimson met scarlet. He felt the sincerity of that statement. He knew the redhead didn’t know the significance of those words, deep down.

Katsuki was always a man. He hated the way his body felt growing—how he struggled with thoughts of mutilating himself until he matched the image of himself in his head. It was never a change. It was simply a child learning the words representing his emotions. Kirishima understood him instantly.

Too fucking kind.

“Yeah, sorry for jumping on you.” Katsuki leaned forward. He placed his forehead on Kirishima’s chest, and the endearing redhead wrapped his arms around the blond’s shoulders.  “I don’t have the greatest experience clearly, but you’ve always been too fucking kind to me.”

“What do you mean? I don’t think I’ve done a lot for you,” Kirishima asked. 

“I know you think that.” Katsuki paused thinking of what to say next. Being vulnerable was never his strong point, yet it felt like such an easy thing to do with Kirishima. “You became an anchor point for me when I first came to this bakery.”

The silence wasn’t as loud as he thought it would be. Katsuki stood up straighter to see Kirishima’s expression. The redhead’s eyes became glassy, but they held awe when the blond made eye contact. He couldn’t help the emotions that led him to keep talking.

“I had just finished washing dishes at a shitty restaurant, and I hadn’t finish an essay that was due the next day. It was snowing. I didn’t have a coat, so I went into a local bakery. You were behind the counter.” Kirishima gasped at the revelation, but Katsuki wasn’t done, so he kept eye contact and continued. “I ordered the cheapest cake y'all had, and sat at the coffee bar to rest my feet while you plated the cake for me.” 

He chuckled at how Kirishima was crying before he could reach the end. Cupping the redhead’s cheeks, Katsuki wiped the tears that fell.

“I cried at the first bite of strawberry shortcake. You came around the bar, and waved your stupidly long arms around trying to console me, but the only cake I could afford being so fucking good was the breaking point for me. I couldn’t go to my dream school, and the pretentious one I got into was looking for any excuse to expel me. I was so fucking tired working as many hours as could while maintaining the top spot at fuckass Shiketsu.”

Katsuki let out another watery chuckle barely keeping his own tears in as well. Kirishima’s tears kept falling but Katsuki just continued to wipe them. 

“I dumped all my shitty situation onto you, and you fucking gave me a hug. You told me to come back before I got to that breaking point. That’d you’d be unbreakable so I could afford to break with you.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t remember that.” Kirishima sniffled and grabbed the blond’s hands on his cheeks. 

“I know. The hair dye got to you,” Katsuki jested, “I didn’t expect you to. I was just a customer you had right before you closed, but I remembered our first meeting and the words you said. So I kept coming back.”

“Bakugou, I like you.”

Katsuki widened his eyes, shocked. He didn’t have time to respond before Kirishima continued.

“You make me feel kind. You help me feel confident. You’re my savior as much as you claim I’m yours. You listen to me and I wasn’t gonna do it like this. I wanted to bake you a cake, but I just had to-”

Katsuki pulled Kirishima down by his uniform tie, and led their lips to meet. It was everything and more. His heart beat faster, and his lungs couldn’t fill with air. But fireworks spread from where they touched. Kirishima pulled Katsuki closer with his neck and returned the kiss just as passionately. It was clumsy without experience, but it conveyed every emotion that they felt.

As Katsuki pulled away, Kirishima leaned forward to follow. It was adorable, and the blond couldn’t help but laugh, causing his eyes to close with a wide smile.

“Do that again,” Kirishima requested, “What can I do to make you laugh like that?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki just laughed at him. The redhead just wrapped his arms around the blond to prevent him from running away. “You’re fucking ridiculous.”

“You just kissed me and then let out the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard. I’d gladly be a jester to get it again,” Kirishima declared and looked at Katsuki with awe and affection.

“You fucking idiot.”

Katsuki leaned in for their second kiss. Shorter than their first, but still as world changing. Sparks danced under his skin and in his heart leaving him breathless.

“I like you too.”

“Go on a date with me.”

“Fuck yes.”

[lowkeylizzi]

Everyone knows whenever Jason’s in the manor because all of the pets leave them (even Damian) to go to Jason’s side to be pampered. Even when Jason’s done petting and cooing at Ace, Titus, or Alfred and walking off to the Library to steal another book, they’ll follow him around and just sit or lay at his feet or lap. The Wayne pets will never leave Jason’s side even for treats (Dick tried) or a promise to walk and play (Damian tried).

Alfred takes it as his cue to put together tea and Jason’s favorite snacks. Bruce receives is as a prophecy and stays out Jason’s eyesight and keep his son home as long as possible. Dick will occasionally cuddle with Jason as he reads. Damian paints in the same room. Tim comes with Alfred to take a nap on the floor with Ace. Steph and Cass will sometimes paint their nails and gossip quietly.

When Jason leaves, it’s quietly out the window. Not a word of farewell, but everyone involved feels warmer and fuller and it’s not from the snacks.

Everyone, including Jason, pleads with gods that they neither believe or trust that it’ll happen again next week.

Bruce wishes that he’ll stop being a coward and that he’ll be allowed to join next time.

Jason wouldn’t leave if Bruce joins next time.

[lowkeylizzi]

rises with the music

Kirishima Eijirou x Bakugou Katsuki

Tags: platonic fluff b/t bakugou and jirou, implied!krbk, implied!mmjr

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Jirou & Bakugou talk about making a song for the autumn festival.

It was late afternoon. Kyoka needed to finish writing the song that their class was going to perform for the school’s fall festival. A much needed break from the hell that was the war. Last year, Momo helped her compose the song by playing melodies and chord progressions until “Hero Too” was born. Momo was cornered by some of the special effects team to assist in acquiring some equipment, but surprisingly–or maybe it wasn’t that much of a shock because he’s unnaturally talented at everything he touches–Bakugou knew how to play the piano as well. So, Bakugou was assisting her with composing the song this year.

She should’ve started already. Bakugou mentioned he was going to be late because he had plans to train with Kirishima, and that had been her excuse to procrastinate. To be fair, there was a lack of inspiration. Last year, it was obvious what their hero class could perform. Becoming a Hero. Their shared aspiration. But, it was hard to say that they aren’t heroes, now that they have more experience than the average Japanese hero two years ago. So, yes, there was a lack of a core topic.

A knock woke Kyoka from her disassociating state. Shit. Bakugou got here already, and she had nothing. She walked to her door sighing. Sure enough, it was Bakugou.

“Ears, what do you have so far?” Bakugou walked in and sat at the piano. He had so much confidence in her, it hurt to disappoint him. Earning Bakugou’s respect was more difficult than the UA entrance exam, and it felt good having his respect. So, any hit of disappointment from him pained her more than her own lack of inspiration. Didn’t cure her of her writer’s block though.

“No…” she braced herself for the sigh and glare of judging.

“Okay,” Bakugou turned toward her. And…no glare. If anything, there was some understanding on his face. “It has been a fucking little stale lately. All the idiots ran out of shit to do. Least, that’s what Eijirou said.”

“Is that why they took Momo?”

“‘Parently, they wanna make it fucking bigger than last year, so they’re adding new equipment or some shit.”

Bakugou joined Kyoka on the floor. They both stared at the blank page as if it would change. It lasted a surprisingly long time, before Bakugou broke the silence again.

“Fucking—What have ya been listening to recently, ears!?” Bakugou yelled suddenly, startling Kyoka from her daze. She jumped from her slouched position. Back straight and shoulders up to her ears. The outburst was shocking. Bakugou was a relatively quiet person, unprovoked that is.

“Uh…I’ve been listening to more DECO*27 lately?” she replied, startled.

“Oh shit, really? What songs?”

“Mashmallow is really good. It has a ton of electric guitar ‘cause it wouldn't be a Deco song without it,” Kyoka started. If anyone had told her on day one of U.A. that she would be talking to Bakugou about Vocaloid producers in the next year, she would’ve stared at them like they were an idiot. But here she was, talking about how DECO*27 released a metal and hard rock song about deception and lies, starting with how he released teasers for fans to expect a cutesy, pop song like Cherry Pop. “He really went hard on the drums this time. Like it’s such a one-eighty from what he’s been releasing lately. It does remind me of ‘Rookie’ a bit. I think you would like it. I know you prefer Azari, right?”

“Yeah. Bro does uncomfortable beats so fucking good,” Bakugou replied, picking up a drum stick and twirling it in his left hand. “He does horror in hip hop so fucking well. Like he actually uses the distortion in voice synths, while  others try to make them sound more ‘human-like.’ Like where else will you fucking hear that from.”

It was nice talking to Bakugou like a normal person for once. Odd, but nice. They normally talked about school or hero work, and god, there had been so much hero work. She really needed the change in pace. Preparing for a school festival was so normal compared to their school assignments and internships.

“Bro?” Kyoka poked at the common knowledge of Bakugou’s hopeless love life. “Since when was that added in your vocabulary, We only have room for one gymbro in the squad and Kirishima is definitely winning.”

“Hop off my dick,” Bakugou’s face flushed from his ears to his neck. He glared at her with no real heat. “At least I don’t panic at every possibility of flirting.”

“Wha—I—You ass!” Kyoka threw a Kuromi plush at the cackling blond. The same plush that Momo gifted her for writing last year’s song, the same plush that left her a blushing mess. “It was one time with Kirishima and he fucking turned to you after he helped me.”

“Yeah, cause I’m a fuckin’ joy to be around,” Bakugou tossed the plush back for Kyoka to catch. Which she didn’t, and it smacked the crown of her forehead. He still had a pink flush draped on his cheeks and ears. “I’m working on confessing to the idiot. He’s just fucking oblivious, and we’re busy ya’know?”

She got that. All summer they helped different cities rebuild and helped civilians move their things. Not everyone had moved off of UA campus yet. She stayed on campus for the ease of commute, but not many others had that privilege.

“Felt. Sometimes, I feel like people forget we’re seventeen.” God, being introspective with Bakugou. The world already ended once. They don’t need it to happen again. “Like, shouldn’t we be freaking out about album releases and making a garage band? Yesterday, I had a mother come to me because her daughter was missing.”

“Let me guess, her daughter was like three years younger than us?” Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“Worse. Her daughter was a college student and went to her campus to help clean up,” Kyoka lifted her hand, only to meet air when she tried to twirl her left jack. The support course took her prosthetic to upgrade the fluidity of its retraction and extension function. “Apparently, the mother was freaking out because her daughter wasn’t answering her texts. Which is valid. But can you imagine going to a seventeen-year-old about your missing twenty-year-old daughter?”

“Yeah, shit’s fucked now,” Bakugou explained. “We got the opposite fuckin’ problem from before. It used to be  an oversaturation of the market, pre-war. Now, there ain’t enough shitty heroes ‘cause now people know what it means to be a hero, and it’s not just being a celebrity.”

“Stop the hero nerding. We can go back talking about your hopeless pining for a carnivorous gym bro,” Kyoka jabbed, grinning at the glare Bakugou points to her.

“Go fuck yourself!”

They both laughed at each other. Neither Kyoka or Bakugou would ever dare admit how close they actually were to anyone else. Bakugou wouldn't do it out of the embarrassment of having people he cares about other than Kirishima, and Kyoka wouldn’t because of her reputation of indifference. But they both understand how much this friendship means to the other.

“Kiri’s good for you, Bakugou,” Kyoka said softly. 

“Yeah, too fucking good.” Bakugou wore a solemn expression. Like he’s been told this over and over. And he’s accepted having it beaten into his head, because he didn’t want the alternative of his ego making him lose this blessing.

“But you’re good for Kirishima too.” She’s not one to meddle in other’s business, but she’s seen the way they make each other better. She wished she could be that for someone. For a certain someone. 

“Thanks, ears.” Bakugou flushes at the compliment. “You know you’re good for her too, right?”

“W-what? Huh?” Kyoka sputters. She can’t even deny that she didn’t hear what was said. She knows exactly who Bakugou was referring to. Kyoka’s got a lot of feelings when it comes to Yaoyoruzu Momo. Most of it was the mutual respect and awe that came with knowing someone smarter. Most of it came from her abysmal crush on Momo. “Ugh, stop paying attention to me.”

“Hey. Why don’t you just write about it?”

“Like in a song?”

“Doesn’t have to be a confession, but I bet a lot of extras would know what it’s like to have a crush on their best friend.”

“Like you?”

“Fuck off!”

They devolve into a mess of ugly laughter and soft punches on arms. Bakugou is right, like always. It’s not as big as a shared goal, but it's the shared experience of falling or being in love. 

Besides, she doubts many people want to talk about heroism after the shitshow of last year. 

“You thinking of some words yet, Ears?” Bakugou smirks. It's more of a statement than a question. Pride swells in Kyoka’s chest at the undeniable confidence that Bakugou has in her. It gives her so much motivation.

“Just start playing a chord progression. I have some words, but no melody yet.”

Something always rises with the music.

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[lowkeylizzi]

you alone make me dwell in safety

Kirishima Eijirou x Bakugou Katsuki

Tags: smut, sub!bottom!kirishima, dom!bakugou, streaming

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Exclusive! Red Riot is streaming on a pay-per-view adults-only livestream where all proceeds go to the Lighthouse Foundation, a charity focused on helping victims of sex crimes.

During the stream, Red Riot will be dressed as a playboy bunny to celebrate Easter and lay eggs for his fans to enjoy hunting!

Advertised to VIPs, Pro-Heroes, and Elites only! Each pay-per-view ticket will run for $500 each and only 150 will be available. Any tips donated during the livestream will also be donated and counted towards donation goals. The goals are to be determined.

A photoshoot before, during, and after the stream will be used for the 18+ Red Riot: Raw Manly Calendar.

Directed and Photographed by Pro-Hero: Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

For Charity. It was for charity. 

The set was still empty, but the cameras and scene were all set. A plush bed sit at the center of the set with a full length mirror positioned next to the headboard. It was angled in the way so that one of the cameras could catch both his front and back. Two monitors sat in the center facing the bed. One would have the live fee,d and the other would have the chat and donations for him to interact with the viewers and donors.

There were about five cameras all angled for different shots. Each one will have its own operator. There were going to be seven staff members there including the audio engineer and the scene director. Katsuki was gonna be present as well as the director and photographer of the shoot, but that comforts Eijirou more than it makes him anxious. 

It’s for a good cause.

Eijirou tried to encourage himself. He’s an adult now. Confident in himself and his image. He liked the idea when it came across his desk one afternoon. Now, he was standing on set in a black, strapless bodysuit. The gusset pushed aside a round fluff tail plug in his hole. The front of which barely held in his heavy cock and balls. Sheer, red tights led up his legs to his thighs. He’s flustered. Embarrassed.

He worked hard for this body. His muscles gave him strength. He spent so much time bulking up from the scrawny little middle schooler all those years ago. Hands filled with calluses, and skin littered with scars and stretch marks. That’s what Eijirou saw in the mirror staring back at him.

But should I be wearing something so pretty and delicate?

He didn’t have the smooth porcelain skin of models. He looked rugged and burly. That was his image as Red Riot, and he didn’t mind it at all. 

Eijirou loved how strong it made him feel. He appreciated the strength it gave him. All the confidence he felt in the skin came from the image he created with his own two hands.

The fact remained though that many people wouldn’t imagine Eijirou, Chivalrous Hero: Red Riot, was too masculine to wear something this delicate. 

It wasn’t manly to think that. Anyone with any body could wear whatever they desire. Eijirou felt like a hypocrite for feeling so insecure.

It had to do with the fact that other people would be seeing him like this. If it was just in front of his partner he doesn’t think there would be so much turmoil inside him. He wouldn’t know the people who bought tickets to the exclusive show. An adult Easter special raising money for the Survivors of Trafficking Charity. All while Katsuki, Explosive Hero: Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, took photos for a dirty calendar to be released next year.

At least his partner will be here.

Eijirou heard the clicks of heeled loafers approaching him. Only one man wears those on a regular basis. He turned around to see Katsuki walking between the cameras towards him.

Think of the devil and he’ll appear. 

Katsuki strutted with confidence. Blond hair fluffed and messy. A black button up showed his strong, lean frame while the rolled sleeves highlighted the muscles in his forearms. Pressed slacks were tight on his thighs. He eyed Eijirou like a predator stalking his prey. Licking his lips while trailing his gaze up and down Eijirou’s body.

“Does it look fine on me?” Eijirou’s voice trembled. He craved validation that only Katsuki gave him. Something that forced his thoughts away. “Not weird or anything right?”

“You look like you’re begging to be bred,” Katsuki’s feline, red eyes pinned him in place. The confidence in his voice demanded Eijirou’s insecurities away. “Missing something to make it perfect though.”

The blond raised his left hand to show a pair of tall black bunny ears for Eijirou to wear. Completing his festive costume. Slutty but festive was the goal apparently.

“Let me,” Katsuki said when Eijirou reached for the headband. He carefully nestled the ears between red spikes. Stepping back from Eijirou, Katsuki’s gaze caressed him before meeting Eijirou’s eyes. “Perfect. Let me adjust the settings on camera and we can take a few photos before the stream starts.”

While Katsuki fiddled with the DSLR camera hanging from his neck, Eijirou turned back to the mirror. His face was flushed starting from his ears down to his neck. They hadn’t even started yet. Katsuki’s already making him dumb.

“Is anyone else here yet?” Eijirou turned his head towards Katsuki with a lazy smile on his lips. Click. The shutter of the camera goes off when Katsuki takes a picture of Eijirou.

“No. Keep going. Ya’ look good,” Katsuki ordered. Eijirou inhaled sharply. Katsuki’s deep voice made his pupils dilate. His lips parted but no words came out. Click. “That’s it, bunny.”

Katsuki and Eijirou had history. Too much history. Messy handjobs while they made out in the shower. Blowjobs in alleyways. When they were stressed, they turned to each other. Exploring BDSM when messy touches weren’t enough anymore. Usually, Katsuki needed to be the one to give up control in their high tension life. Eijirou needed the vulnerability that came with trust of a submissive partner. And Katsuki trusted Eijirou with his whole universe. Occasionally, they switched but most of the time it was Eijirou in the lead.

“I can’t calm my nerves, Kats,” Eijirou confessed. “I’m too in my head.”

“Why the fuck are ya’ nervous for my birthday present?”

Eijirou couldn’t help the laugh that came out of him. Click. The camera was in the back of his mind now. He throws himself onto the bed.

“Your birthday isn’t for another fifteen days. It's only the fifth, y’know. Easter?”

“Semantics.”

Click. Eijirou had no idea what Katsuki was taking pictures of. He didn’t pose even once.

“Beautiful,” Katsuki whispered when he finally pulled the camera away to look at the shots. “Just assume I bought all the tickets if you’re that worried.”

“I would if I didn’t know our manager banned you from buying more than five.”

“Sorry, for wanting to donate to charity or whatever,” Katsuki grumbled, causing Eijirou to giggle at him.

“Could you come on camera with me?” Eijirou shyly asked. Katsuki paused looking through the photos.

“I don’t mind. Just don’t wanna steal your thunder, baby,” Katsuki teased before making eye contact. “You sure you want me on screen with you?”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to take care of the chat and do everything at once,” Eijirou shrugged. “Besides, I trust you.”

“Alright,” Katsuki smiled gently at Eijirou, bringing a hand up to tuck a strand of red hair back. “You’ll address me as Sir or Mister Zero, understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” Eijirou answered breathlessly. He needed this. Needed Katsuki in direct control.

“You’ll be my Bunny. Is that alright?”

“It’s alright, sir.”

“So polite, Bunny. What’s your safe word?”

“Grapes, Sir.”

“Good Bunny.”

They fell into their roles so easily. It wasn’t the first time they had this dynamic, but it was rare. Eijirou felt the haze forming over thoughts already. His head was blissfully empty.

“Need you lucid for the introduction, Bunny. Don’t slip too deep,” Katsuki stood up straight again before looking towards the cameras. The rest of the team arrived and were now setting up the livestream. “‘Need to tell the others the change in plans. Get ready to start soon, Bunny.”

Katsuki walked away. Eijirou took the distance to collect himself. Gather his thoughts. Run through an impromptu script introducing himself and Katsuki to the stream. Explain the plan of the stream and the donation goals. Once everyone understood the plan, it was time to start the stream with Katsuki’s direction.

“Going live in three.”

Katsuki glanced at Eijirou, making eye contact and raising an eyebrow in a silent question.

“Two.”

Eijirou nodded. He prepared everything. Besides, he trusted Katsuki more than anything. It's now or never. For a good cause.

“One.”

The comments and donations came in quickly as the stream showed Eijirou sitting on the bed center stage. His signature grin was the only thing familiar in this situation. Gone was the grimy hero uniform. Instead, the lewd bunny costume took priority in the live chat. Many of which were quick to praise.

“GOD HAS BLESSED MY EYES”

“i need to thank the team for planning this event”

“RIOT PLS JUST A MOMENT BETWEEN YOUR LEGS”

“oh i just know he would look pretty on his legs”

Eijirou tried his best to read the chat but it was too quick for him to read it all. What he did catch had him flushed.

“Hey, everyone! Thank you for buying tickets and tuning in. You can refer to me as ‘Bunny’ and I’m here to be your exclusive Easter entertainment today,” Eijirou introduced himself to the camera. It felt awkward. In most media appearances, Eijirou had someone to talk to on camera, but now it was all him. “We are here with The Lighthouse Foundation to promote safe and healthy sex.”  

Eijirou read the teleprompter as it slowly scrolled, keeping him on topic before he got too deep in his head. “The Lighthouse Foundation is a charity focused on helping victims of sex crimes and trafficking. In addition to your initial ticket purchase, you can make donations during the stream for the charity, and if you meet certain donation goals, we have gifts to thank you for your generosity.”

The other monitor showed the live feed. Eijirou sat in the center of the frame. His legs tucked underneath him. He didn’t even realize his position when they started the live show. He simply focused on getting comfortable which meant sitting on his knees as most Japanese do. Through the camera to the live feed, seeing himself on the screen, Eijirou saw just how lewd he looks.

The way his thighs flexed. The contrast in size of his hip to his waist exacerbated by the bodysuit. Not to mention the seemingly permanent blush on his clavicle and cheeks. His hands resting on his thighs. 

Katsuki entered the frame with him. He stood off to Eijirou’s left with his face strategically cut off. 

“Joining me today is my Dominant, Zero,” Eijirou introduced Katsuki. “He’ll make sure that everything is done safely today while we have fun.”

“Our little Bunny is all pretty today, isn’t he?” Katsuki caresses Eijirou’s cheek, their cue of starting the scene. Katsuki trails his fingers down his neck before bracing his palm against Eijirou’s pulse.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Eijirou sees the chat moving as their patrons comment on the live feed. He can’t read any of it. None of it processes in his mind. Katsuki has his attention now. All he needs to do is follow Katsuki’s orders and everything will be alright.

“Thank you, sir,” Eijirou replies, lifting his chin to Katsuki. Red tracks red as he keeps eye contact. Katsuki has warm hands. Some days it feels like a brand. Most days Eijirou wishes Katsuki would leave his mark. “I wanted to look good for you.”

“Good job, Bunny,” Katsuki smirks. The lucid part remaining in Eijirou preens at the fact that no one else can see Katsuki’s face from here. “But, you have a job for Easter, don’t you?”

Eijirou nods. His mind drifts with the low timber of Katsuki’s tone. His vision spotlights onto Katsuki. A tug on his neck pulls him up onto his feet. In a swift motion, Eijirou is twirled around and facing the bed and mirror. He looks at himself in the reflection. His pupils blown out. A blush blankets any exposed skin to pink.

A familiar, warm palm sears itself on his lower back. Forcing his attention back onto Katsuki. They make eye contact in the reflection. Katsuki wears a confident smile on his lips. But it was the dark, heavy lust that lay in his eyes that caused Eijirou to shudder.

“Bend over.”

A simple command. Easy to follow. But the strength in Katsuki’s voice pushes Eijirou up into a floaty state.

Eijirou presses his chest and cheek into the duvet. His face turned to the mirror because he could see Katsuki there.

“How many eggs does our Bunny have to lay today?” Katsuki sits next to his hips. He absently plays with Eijirou’s tail plug. It wiggles back and forth in him. Eijirou whines from the stretch. A loud crack sounds as Katsuki spanks Eijirou’s bare cheek. The redhead took too long to answer. “How many?”

“T-ten!” Eijirou stutters. His skin tingles from the hit. Warmth radiates from the area. He feels so dazed already. His mind is a beautiful mess of fog right now. The haze of sex and submission glaze his eyes with tears.

“Good job, baby,” Katsuki rubs the red skin in. He spreads the heat all over his ass. Eijirou feels his core clenched and shiver. He wants more so desperately. He wants to beg and cry for more. But Katsuki hasn’t given permission for Eijirou to beg yet.

“Thank you, sir,” Eijirou barely remembers his manners. He wants to be a good bunny for Katsuki. Always good for Katsuki.

“Perfect, Bunny,” Katsuki praises. A soft grin sits on his face when Eijirou shivers from just his words. Smug confidence sits so well in Katsuki. It has Eijirou leaking pre through his bodysuit. “He’s very pretty bent over, Rigger,” Katsuki addressed the live chat. Eijirou forgot all about the broadcast. “Next, we’re gonna stretch our little pet here for the eggs he’s gonna lay. We don’t want it to hurt him.”

Eijirou is already breathless. He’s so dizzy from how turned on he was. Only Katsuki could get him this high so quickly. Faster than any drug. More potent than fentanyl. More addicting than nicotine. Eijirou feels delirious to have Katsuki take control from him.

Katsuki picked up a lengthy dildo from off camera. He shows it off to the camera and Eijirou can clearly see it in the mirror. It’s long and decently girthy. He clenches at the plug in him still. Katsuki might be talking to the stream again, but Eijirou can’t focus on the words. All he hears is the blood rushing through his ears. Drool collects on his tongue. He wants it so bad.

“Baby, stop clenching. I need to take out the plug to fit this in you,” Katsuki chuckles at how eager Eijirou is. The redhead hides his face in the duvet. The tail plug pops out and lube covered fingers replace it. Eijirou moans from the digits pressing into his walls.

Katsuki is meticulous in liberally lubricating Eijirou’s hole. Two fingers quickly becomes three then four. Katsuki patiently reads and answers questions from the chat that fly past Eijirou’s ears. It makes him impatient. Katsuki’s attention is split. It doesn’t matter that Katsuki is answering questions about the donation goals. It doesn’t matter that Katsuki is biting his lips to stop from groaning at Eijirou’s tightness.

“Zero,” Eijirou whines. He wiggles his ass for more. He can take more. He wants — needs — more. A press into his prostate makes him moan into the bedding. “More, please.”

A spank lands on his ass.

“Your manners, Bunny,” Katsuki corrects him. “That’s not how we ask for things, is it?”

“No, sir. I’m sorry, sir,” Eijirou slurs as tears spill out of his eyes. He broke a rule. He’s a bad bunny. Zero is mad that he broke a rule. “Can I have more, please?”

“Good job. You can have more,” Katsuki praises. Eijirou drinks the praise like water. He’s drowning and falling deeper into this floating headspace. The one that doesn’t let him think. One that doesn’t need him to think. Katsuki fits the silicone head into Eijirou’s hole once it is sufficiently lubed. He slowly thrusts it in. “You need to remember your manners, Bunny. I don’t like having to correct you.”

“Yes, sir.”

Once the dildo is seated to the base and all nine inches were inside him, the sound of bells play from the speakers. And a robotic voice follows it. “Congratulations. We’ve reached ten thousand dollars raised for the Lighthouse Foundation meeting our first donation goal!”

“Look at that, Bunny. Your pretty hole reached ten thousand dollars. You know what that means?”

Eijirou fights through the fog in his mind. It’s hard. He’s so deep in this blissful haze and he doesn’t want to leave. But, his Dom asked him a question. He needs to remember their plans for the stream. 

“I-I need to…my hands…get cuffed?” he stutters his way through. The foggy haze sits heavy in his mind. It’s like he’s sinking into a soft mattress. Katsuki’s gentle, slow pumps don’t help Eijirou sort throught the daze he’s in.

“That’s right, bunny. Keep that in you if it falls out you get punished. Hands behind your back,” Katsuki fully sits the fake cock in him and leaves to grab the cuffs off camera. Eijirou follows the orders given and lets his chest and cheek press into the bedding while he crosses his wrists just above his ass.

Unbeknownst to Eijirou, the live feed has two scenes on right now. One of them was focused on his twitching hole, the precum dripping from the front of his suit. The other scene showed his face from the view in the mirror. It shows the drool piling on the comforter, the dazed, far-away look in his tear-filled eyes, and the way he bites his wet swollen lips. His mic picks up all the whimpers and bitten moans he lets out.

The live chat moves at a mile-a-minute praising Bunny, suggesting positions and toys to use on Kirishima, and what they were doing to themselves while they were enjoying the show. All of which Katsuki has been ignoring for the sake of keeping it normal for Eijirou to stay in that pretty headspace of his. Also because the chat is expectantly filled with degeneracy.

Katsuki’s heeled loafers click when he walks back. The cuffs in his had red fluff lining the inside and the metal was gold to compliment Eijirou’s tan skin.

“You’re such a perfect pet, Bunny,” Katsuki clicks the cuffs around the crossed wrists. The camera picks up the way that Eijirou’s arousal twitches at the praise. His eyes roll from the way his core tightens at the cold cuffs and the praise. “Let’s take some pictures of you, Pretty. Keep that cock in ya, okay?”

Katsuki lifts the camera still hanging around his neck and snaps photos of the scene in front of him. He captures Eijirou’s expression and the stretch of his wet hole. He carefully frames every photo to seal this moment forever.

“The photos will be used for the adult charity calendar Red Riot will be doing this year,” Bakugou talks to the audience. Every shutter sound clicking through the air makes Eijirou clench, but the address to their many viewers makes him moan loudly. He forgot there is an audience of people tuning into the show. All of them watching Eijirou as he teeters on the edge in bliss. “...all the proceeds will go to The Lighthouse Foundation.”

As Katsuki finishes his script on advertising the calendar, he takes off the camera and sets it somewhere off screen. He presses on the dildo to reinsert what slipped out as Eijirou clenched down.

“‘You should’ve used a thicker dildo for Bunny.’ Well, a thicker one isn’t needed for the eggs we’re going to use,” Katsuki neglects Eijirou once more as keeps talking to the chat. Saying aloud some of them for Eijirou to hear as well. He feels the bed dip when Katsuki sits down next to him. “Here. They get thicker as we go but they start off as wide as this one here. If we stretch him too much at the start, our bunny won’t be able to feel anything.”

Katsuki shows off the set of silicone eggs all attached by a string with a loop at the end for safety. All of it the signature vibrant red of Red Riot. They’re all about the size of a chicken egg, but each has its own texture of bump, ridges, and scales.

“‘Bunny is so well trained. So pretty.’ He is. My perfect pet, Bunny,” Katsuki agrees as he starts to grind the dildo into Eijirou’s prostate, making him moan loudly. “‘Free that poor cock I need to see how red it is’ Do you want that, baby? Wanna get your cock free?”

Eijirou tries to answer but all that comes out is a whine. The toy sits there and keeps that fuzz over his mind and like gauze filling the space where his mind should be. He can’t really pay attention to much. He hears Bakugou talking to people, but the daze muddies the words before he can process them. All he can focus on is how full he feels and how good it feels. All he can think about is how much he wants to cum.

The speaker speaks again. They reached the next milestone, twenty-five-thousand dollars. What do they do for this goal again? They went over this. He can’t remember.

“Congratualtions on reaching the goal. The prize for your generosity is our pretty bunny gagged on a bit,” Katsuki announces before Eijirou can drop and panic. That’s right his owner can take care of him. He’s just a dumb pet. All he needs to do is be good. “Let’s move you, Bunny. Let the audience have a better view.”

Katsuki pulls Eijirou up by the elbow. He turns the dolled-up bunny boy around forcing him to sit on the dildo. His weight presses the toy deeper into him. The cuffs are taken off of him, letting him move freely, but he doesn’t dare to without permission.

“Bite,” a silicone bit gag is in his hands and he positions it in front of Eijirou’s lips. A single word. A command that Eijirou follows blindly like a sheep to a shepherd. “Lay down,” Katsuki’s voice takes authority. A shiver runs through Eijirou’s spine. He lays on his back with his hands at his side, gripping onto the sheets tight. Katsuki’s stern eyes leave no room for disobedience. The handcuffs clink as Katsuki picks them up. “Hands above your head.”

Taking a stuttering breath, Eijirou crosses his wrist above his head. The metal of the cuffs are cold against his skin. He flinches at the touch feathering his clothed cock. His hands are restrained to the headboard.

“Cute,” Katsuki chuckles before turning to their camera crew. “Switch to overhead.”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

Fuck. It’s so hot.

The command Katsuki has – the composure and authority he wields like a spear – is so arousing. Eijirou whines through the gag. Drool leaking from his lips. He can’t get any harder, but his body tries to. The overwhelming feeling of awe and submission overwhelm him. His ass throbs for more. He needs more.

The shutter of the camera continues as Katsuki takes more photos. Is he talking to the audience again? Eijirou can’t tell. His vision can’t focus. 

He can’t focus.

Katsuki knew exactly how to keep him on edge. Eijirou realizes his strong need to cum. He just needs to release it all. He needs to just cum.

“Look at him. He’s a gorgeous fucking mess isn’t he,” Katsuki addresses their audience completely ignoring the debauchery of Eijirou. “I haven’t done much, but he’s fucking gone.” He reaches to pull out the dildo making Eijirou whine at the loss. His hole gapes, twitching – begging for anything to be filled. “As much as I love spoiling my pretty pet, we should move onto the main event.”

Anticipation makes Eijirou’s toes curl. Obedience keeps him on the edge of falling into bliss. He relaxes in his restraints and drool cover his lips. 

Katsuki makes a show of lubing up the silicone toys. Whether it was for the camera or for Eijirou, he doesn’t know, nor does it matter. The slick sound reaches Eijirou’s ears, and his hole twitches in need.

“Just making sure it goes smoothly for my pretty bunny,” Katsuki’s tone holds an edge of possessiveness. Eijirou’s eyes roll. He feels so wanted. It's euphoric having Katsuki controlling the situation. It’s liberating to just let go. No more maintaining his golden boy grin. “Open eyes, baby. Let me see those gems.”

When did he close his eyes? How long have they been closed?

The first egg stretches Eijirou’s rim causing his eyes to cross even as he opens them wide at Katsuki’s demand. A whimper slips past the gag, and a hand caresses his thigh in comfort.

“One.”

The next one glides in smoother.

“Two.”

Static buzzes just under his skin. 

“Three.”

He keeps his eyes open because he’s a good bunny.

“Four.”

They’re entering him in a steady rhythm.

“Five.”

His vision blurs with tears.

“Six.”

He’s so full.

“Seven.”

The tears slip down his cheeks.

“Eight.”

He needs more.

“Nine.”

Wanna cum. So close.

“Ten. So perfect, Bunny.”

The hazy veil over Eijirou's mind lifts a little as Katsuki removes the bunny ears to card clean fingers through his hair. How long have they been there? Time seems to slip away as he just floats with a pleasant fuzz covering his vision.

“Look at the camera,” the hand cups Eijirou’s chin, lifting his gaze to the correct lens. “Isn’t he a beauty, extras. Ready to give it all with just a brush of my fingers.”

Eijirou moans loudly through the gag pulling his lips when fingertips lightly stroke his neglected cock through the fabric of his bodysuit.

He’s right there. Just a little bit more. He’s so close.

“Time to lay your eggs bunny. You don’t want it to be a sad Easter do you?”

Oh, right. Eijirou needs to lay his eggs. He bears down. There’s resistance as his hole wants to keep the eggs in. Even his body protests the thought of being empty. But Eijirou is a good pet. He’s a perfect bunny. So, he listens because Katsuki knows exactly what he needs.

The width of the toy struggles to keep Eijirou open. His rim suckles the silicone. The textures rubbing his walls – against his prostate – makes it nearly impossible to keep his eyes open.

Pop.

Eventually, his hole loses the battle. And like a rehearsed musical, Eijirou cums. He sings and his spend shoots through the fabric still confining his cock. His legs tremble. Eyes roll back when convulsing walls push out the next egg, and he’s brought back to the edge again only to fall off it. 

Eijirou can’t tell the orgasms apart. The end and start of another blend together. All he knows is that he’s stuck in this cruelly pleasurable cycle where he cums forcing his hole to push an egg out forcing him to cum again repeating again and again until he’s empty. 

He’s blind to the cameras and their crew, deaf to Katsuki addressing the end of the stream, and mute when he should thank his fans for donating to charity. All of it fly out the window.

Basking in his afterglow, Eijirou nearly falls asleep feeling safe knowing that Katsuki will take care of him. Maybe he did black out for a bit. He can’t really tell.

Katsuki’s voice brings him out of his haze first. 

“Eijirou.”

The husky voice caresses his warm skin. 

Oh. No, Someone is running his hands along his thighs and massaging them. 

He doesn’t feel the stiffness of a bodysuit soaked in dried cum. Katsuki must’ve undressed and cleaned him.

“Eiji’ come back to me.” 

A chaste kiss presses itself on his lips. His lids are heavy, but the fog over his mind lifts gently. Eijirou tries to follow his kisser for more.

“Slowly. That’s it.” 

The warm hands move from his thighs to his arms running along them, over his shoulders, then running fingers through his hair. Eijirou slowly blinks his eyes open, breathing deep. 

“Welcome back, Ei,” Katsuki softly says. He wears a soft smile and gently brushes his hair back. “I sent everyone back, so we go at your pace. Whenever you want to leave.”

It takes Eijirou a bit longer to process the question than he would like. He nods, not yet wanting to talk. He is still a bit floaty, but Katsuki keeps petting him, grounding him. Minutes pass and he’s not sure it reaches an hour before he wants to be home. to be surrounded by the items in their home.

“Home, Kats. I wanna go home.”

“Alright, sit up for me.” Katsuki stands in front of Eijirou, grabbing the folded Dynamight hoodie off to the side. The blond patiently waited for him to figure out how to move his limbs. The heavy weight of his legs doesn’t match the strength he has in them. “Easy. Take your time.”

“Okay,” Eijirou slurs, his tongue feeling heavy in his mouth. Slowly his senses come back one by one. “I can put it on,” he says once he sits up, “I wanna.”

Katsuki hands the hoodie over, only helping when the redhead tries to put his head through an arm hole. The hoodie fits big even for Eijirou, so it definitely isn’t the blond’s. He hasn’t seen this design before, so it must be new. Next comes the pants where Katsuki holds the waistband for him to put one shaky leg in at a time. Eijirou leans onto the blond with his hands on the other’s shoulders.

“There. Ready to go home?” Katsuki says after pulling the sweatpants up the redhead’s legs. “Do you wanna walk with me to my car, or wait here for me?”

“With you. Don’t wanna be alone,” Eijirou slurs slightly. He still isn’t fully present, but he was aware.

“Alright.”

Katsuki slips his hand around Eijirou’s. It was warm and slightly damp. He loves when the blond holds his hand. He interlaces their figure together.

The blonde starts talking about random things. Their growing grocery list. How nice the weather was getting. Upcoming plans. They are topics that Eijirou will normally talk about during Katsuki’s aftercare. Oh, that’s what this is, isn’t it?

The soft rise from subspace to the gentle cuddling. Soft clothing. Katsuki is his Dominate, and he takes such good care of him. Before Eijirou didn’t even know that he could drop so deep into subspace, but he knows how good it feels now.

Katsuki opens the passenger side door of his car and places his hand above Eijirou’s head as he gets in. His heart swells with affection.

The blond drives smoothly. The speed is lower than what he normally drives. The turns are slow and steady. Eijirou knows it's for him, and his heart beats a bit quicker. He’s fairly present now, but he doesn’t want to let go of Katsuki just yet.

Eijirou is aware of his feelings. He has pushed it down for so long trying his best to not let it get in between their friendship. He doesn’t know what he would do if he lived without Katsuki anymore. If it is even possible for him.

Katsuki opens Eijirou’s door. It seems that while he was stuck in his head they made it back to the house they are renting already parked in the garage next to his motorcycle. The blond holds out his hand, and nothing in the universe can stop him from taking it. They walk into the home hand in hand with Eijirou tugging them towards Katsuki’s bedroom.

“You don’t want anything to eat, Ei?”

“I want you to drink some water and get some rest, ‘Tsuki.”

Eijirou keeps the part of how clear his head is to himself. The way the blond held made him feel precious, not fragile, like a sturdy diamond. He loves that the other showed him off to the world. Love that he claimed Eijirou in front of the camera. But in the privacy of their home—in Katsuki’s bed under the cover—remains the majority of their partnership. Something that only they will see.

“Katsuki drink please,” Eijirou directs, holding the large metal bottle still filled with cold water. “I’ll drink some too, promise.”

Katsuki gives in and wraps his lips around the straw while letting Eijirou hold the bottle. He takes large gulps of water as if just realizing his thirst. The redhead passes the bottle to him so that he can feed the former water.

Eijirou pulls them both down and under the cover and somewhere in between the hoodie comes off.

“That’s a new design, right?”

“What? The fucking hoodie?”

“Yeah! I don’t have that design and I’ve bought all of your merch.”

“It’s just some stupid thing.”

“And you got it in my size?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Laying down chest-to-chest, smiles present in their voice, and their legs are tangled together.

Kirishima Eijirou leans in to kiss his partner, Bakugou Katsuki.

[robinmylove]

if you think Jason is stupid you die. if you think Jason is less capable you die. if you think Jason isn't acrobatic you die. if you think Jason is a dom daddy you die.

[lowkeylizzi]

see jason todd is a switch but he much prefers being with tops this is his dilemma as u can see

[lowkeylizzi]

for i envied the arrogant

Kirishima Eijirou x Bakugou Katsuki

Tags: smut, fantasy au, dragon!kirishima, ftm!half-elf!bakugou, bakugou also has a vagina cause i say so

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Growing up together, Katsuki and Eijirou know a lot about each. Moving in and out of the other's space like it's a sense. A sword attacks knowing that his shield will cover his blind spots. With every battle together, Katsuki can trust the dragon to cover for him. But what happens when the shield cracks? What happens when the sword falls for it's shield?

Katsuki has known Eijirou since he was an egg. He was a gift for the newborn heir. The crimson flight had gifted the Bakugou tribe their Prime’s firstborn to be a shield to the Chief’s firstborn of the barbarian tribe. 

The ultimate shield for the greatest weapon.

When the Barbarian child’s voice changes, the pair must live with the dragons to learn the culture. At eighteen, they were to be exiled only to return once they found mates. Those were the strict agreements for the two tribes in order to maintain balance in their alliance beyond symbolism. The two were to never be separated. 

The two of them have been attached at the hip since Katsuki’s first memory. There isn’t much to say other than how much they understand each other. The amount of trust that he has for his dragon is immeasurable. It’s seen in the easy way that they trust each other. 

The Fates have used their threads to create a grand tapestry. The weave tight. It’s not finished and won’t be for a long while. Different colors have made an appearance. Bits of green, pink, blue, yellow, and more make their presence known in the tapestry, referencing their friends who have made impacts onto their personalities. But the Fates intertwine the red and orange threads. 

Together the threads create art. It’s them. They’re art.

*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*

They’re surrounded.

Poachers locked them in while they were traveling through an allied kingdom. They approached while they were resting and attacked when their guard dropped slightly. It was roughly fifteen men against the two of them. They were prepared to fight beasts.

Dragons, elves, beastmen, and other magical species are accepted into society of the Nitimini Kingdom ruled by the Todoroki Dynasty, but some humans see them as a threat or attempt to enslave them. Slavery is illegal but it doesn’t stop nobles from having them.

Half of their enemies have been downed. Katsuki doesn’t know if they’re dead, but he can’t find it in him to care. He uses his sword to strike down another. Eijirou has his hands full dealing with the archers.

“Katsuki!”

A body slams into his back. Eijirou lets out a roar of pain next to his ear. Fear fills Katsuki when Eijirou’s weight slumps against him. He takes on as much as he can.

Taking advantage of the injury, their enemies surround them. About four of them remain. Katsuki makes for a poor shield. He can’t protect Eijirou like this.

He has to take them all down at once.

“Benedictione Domini Ignis, favillae ad mandatum meum saltant,” Katsuki summons his mana forward. By the blessing of Lord Ignis, may the embers dance at my command. Orange magic circles light up under the feet of their enemies. “Howitzer Impact!”

A concentrated explosion blows up the poachers leaving ashes in their place. Katsuki falls to a knee from exhausting so much mana at once. They needed to move. The sound of explosions and mana will attract monsters.

Eijirou groans when Katsuki shifts him. His wing has an axe stuck in it right at a joint. The barbarian can see bone. Thankfully it wasn’t the webbing of the wing that was injured – that would compromise Eijirou’s ability to fly. The large wound is severe. It will take weeks to fully heal.

“You idiot! You fucking dumbass. Why would you take the hit?” Katsuki scolds. He doesn’t yell despite the rage covering his worry and fear. Eijirou’s been injured before – although rare – and Katsuki has nursed him back to full health. “Dominium Vejovis, quaeso, subvenio,” he chants summoning his remaining mana to his fingertips. Lordship Vejovis, please come to my aid. The God of Healing answers his call. Another golden magic circle comes at his call right at Eijirou’s wound. Katsuki goes to remove the axe at the same time the healing spell is casted. His only healing spell. “Healing Touch.”

The axe is removed without mess. Blood vessels heal with a bright light and muscle fibers begin weaving to form flesh to cover bone. But Katsuki has an infinity with Ignis the fire spirit, not Vejovis the light, healing spirit. So while Eijirou is stable now, he’s not safe. He can be transported at least, and Katsuki desperately needs to move. With his mana depleted, he’s fucking cold.

Eijirou doesn’t wake in the time that it takes Katsuki to crudely bandage the open wound. Scanning his body reveals a bump on the back of his head. The handle of the axe must have knocked his head making him lose consciousness.

Katsuki has trained with Eijirou since they were toddlers. He’s developed a lot of strength and muscles from fighting beasts and men alike. Needless to say, Bakugou Katsuki is not a weak man by any means.

But while Katsuki is strong, Eijirou is stronger, bulkier, and taller. Eijirou is heavier.

Carrying a dragon as a barbarian half-elf would be impossible by most normal means without wind magic. Katsuki only goes for indisputable victory.

He readjusted Eijirou to his back. The barbarian stands up taking care to lift with his knees.

“Dumb. Fucking! IDIOT!” he stands with the last…yell of encouragement. Eijirou is loosely secure in a piggyback. Grumbling with every step towards the nearest town according to his mental map. They were going to bypass the place since there was no need to restock their supplies and this region didn’t have many monster hunting quests. “Goddamn dumbass.”

(He’s not clear who he's talking to. The unconscious Eijirou for taking the hit instead of using his shield spell, or himself for using up so much mana at once that he feels weak. Maybe he’s cursing his past self for deciding to camp outside at sunset instead of trekking the extra two hours in the dark to town to sleep in a bed for once.)

The hike takes nearly double the time it should’ve with Katsuki carrying the heavy dragon. It’s well past lunch, and his only motivation to keep going even on an empty stomach is the heartbeat he feels on his spine and the breaths on his ear.

They’ve visited this town a few times. It was a perfect midway point for a night's rest in the region. The first time was an escort quest from a merchant to pass south through this area. They were guards to ward off bandits. They had mostly come through this region for escort quests. Merchants avoided sleeping in the wilderness when they could. 

In much less words, Katsuki was familiar with the town from staying in it.

However, this time they were travelling back to where they originally took the quest for the first time. It was also the first time they camped outside in this region. Everytime, they stayed in the village. Katsuki decided they were going to camp out. They didn’t need to restock for supplies. With winter close meant that most animals were heading for hibernation. There was no risk of monsters, and Eijirou’s mana warded off most of the beast. Nothing to fear.

What a load of bullshit that was.

*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*

Ha makes it to FatGum’s – a tavern on the outskirts owned by a retired adventurer – and the old man quickly ushered them to a room, hands them a few healing potions, and brings warm food for Katsuki insisting he eat.

So, after much convincing, he eats with a spoon in one hand and Eijirou’s in the other. It’s during this meal that Eijirou wakes. Slowly with a groan, he eventually opens his eyes and squeezes Katsuki’s hand back.

“Where are we?” he groans and brings his other hand up to rub at his eye. Relief crashes into Katsuki like a bull. It’s overwhelming and underwhelming at the same time. “Is there food?”

“You fucker!” Katsuki laughs, covering up the tears in his eyes. “Food is what wakes you?!”

“How’d we get here?” Eijirou moves to sit up before wincing and grabbing his head. “Fuck.”

“Slow down, idiot,” the blond leaps up to his feet. He helps the dragon sit up, props the pillows behind the dragon, and shoves the healing potions into his hands. “Here, fuckin’ drink this. I carried your heavy ass here, how else did you think we got here?”

“Katsuki, are you ok?”

“I’m not the one that’s lying in bed and was knocked out in pain, stupid.”

“But are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m exhausted, but I’m ok. Don’t do it again.”

No matter how hard Katsuki glares. It doesn’t matter how angry or mean he was to Eijirou. The dragon just wears a soft smile. It's like he’s not phased by the fact that he was nearly killed. It’s like he expected it, and Katsuki is driving himself up the wall trying to ignore how easy it was for Eijirou to sacrifice himself.

“Fat brought food for the both of us. Now, fucking scooch I wanna get in bed,” Katsuki ran out of mana long ago. Adrenaline practically carried him to Fat’s. He needs to sleep to recover some of it at least. He doesn’t have energy to argue with a stubborn dragon right now. Barbarian rage is running out, and he feels like an empty mana stone, useless.

“Sorry that you had to use so much mana on just me,” Eijirou moved over and grabbed the tray of still warm food via the fire magic circle engraved onto wooden dishes. “Get as much rest as you need, xinh đẹp.”

Pretty.

“Ain’t your fucking fault. And don’t call me something I don’t understand, shitty scales,” Katsuki grumbles as he gets settled. Living with the dragons at a young age doesn’t mean he learned spoken dragonic, especially when no one was willing to teach him.

It wasn’t that they didn’t want him to learn the language, but dragons were very protective of their culture. Most dragons instinctively know how to speak the language to them; it wasn't something to learn. It was something you grew up in. A lot of dragonborn spoke common as their primary language as well, so there wasn’t much need for him to learn. Katsuki was really only taught the rituals and the roles of dragons in a community. It wasn’t all that different from the way that the barbarians lived. So naturally while Katsuki did pick up a few words here and there from the elders, he is far from fluent.

Eijirou starts eating after a huff of amusement. He wraps his tail around Katsuki’s calf, the warm scales a welcomed comfort. Katsuki knows his pointed ears are pink. He can’t fucking control it even as he shoves an arm under his pillow and faces away from the dragon.

He’s still fucking pissed off at the dragon. Why can’t he just take care of himself better? Why didn’t he just use his magic to summon his scales instead of blindly shielding Katsuki?

Fuck, he’s exhausted.

“Wake me up only if the shitty place is burning down.”

“Of course, Katsuki.”

The tail tightened its grip. And if Katsuki turned around to wrap his arms around Eijirou’s waist while he was asleep, they didn’t mention it – just like they never mention the tail.

*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*

As if things couldn’t get worse, they’re snowed into the inn.

While the duo took a much needed respite for Eijirou to recover what Katsuki couldn’t heal, it only took two days for the bite of winter to finally sink its teeth in. The turn of the weather was the main reason they were heading back south. The warmer south meant that they were less likely to be snowed in a cave. It didn’t mean they were free from the cold, but they were safe from the snow.

The last minute quest paid too well for Katsuki to refuse. He liked the extra gold padding their pockets for the winter. More money meant less time stuck out in the cold. He’s lucky they got stuck at Fat’s. The old man wouldn’t take Katsuki’s money when the snow fell overnight, preventing them from leaving. Fat always got a soft spot for Eijirou, and Katsuki’s not above using it.

The snow hasn’t stopped since it first fell.

Any thought of leaving the tavern is hopeless.

Everything is fucked.

The only good thing out of the whole situation is that Eijirou is healed and rested to fly south when the sky clears. But Katsuki is going stir crazy. He feels like he’s losing his mind. 

Things are still tense with his dragon. It’s not like they’ve been acting differently with each other. But that’s the issue. Katsuki’s still fucking pissed while Eijirou thinks that he did his duty, and they’ve been cuddling without ever addressing the issue at hand. They’ve known each other for too long to hide anything from each other, so Katsuki knows that Eijirou feels the same tension. They’re both too stubborn to actually acknowledge anything though.

(He feels on edge. The anticipation of a fight makes him jittery. He’s fucking anxious, but his hubris won’t let him speak to his partner. 

Katsuki almost doesn’t want to ever talk about it because it’ll be an argument. He argues and fights on the regular, but arguing with Eijirou is always painful. It’s a certain type of pain that feels like an ache or longing, but definitely has the stabbing misery of being forced to torture oneself.)

They return to their tavern room with a double bed barely fitting a grown man and a large dragon. Bellies full with Fat’s greasy breakfast, Eijirou lounges on an armchair in the corner watching Katsuki go through stretches on the limited floor space. The steady rhythm of a dragon’s tail swaying matched the ticking clock in the blond’s mind.

Katsuki finds stretching relaxing. At least, it should be releasing the tense muscles. The movement is a way for him to exercise in a confined space. 

It doesn’t work. He’s on the verge of exploding.

Days of being snowed in. Days of avoiding issues. Nights with Eijirou wrapped around Katsuki, but not in the way he fantasizes about.

“Hey. ‘Tsuki, can you oil my scales?” Eijirou’s voice interrupts the loud taunts in Katsuki’s head. Vermillion eyes narrow on the half-elf’s tight muscles even when relaxed.  He doesn’t need Katsuki to do that. Eijirou had already done the task on their second day after the snow fell. “I can’t do my back alone.” It’s a lie, but they both ignore the truth hiding underneath. “You also keep it clean.”

“Fine.” 

Katsuki’s reply is curt. Poorly hidden irritation buzzes through Katsuki’s bones. He gestures towards the dragon to sit on the floor before rummaging through their packs for the bottle of skin-and-scale safe moisturizer. 

When the blond faces Eijirou once more, wide eyes match a wide grin. Eijirou sits in front of the chair he once occupied. He’s stripped of everything but his loin cloth. The dragon’s tail wags quickly at the thought of Katsuki’s hands on him.

Stop thinking, idiot. That’s not true.

Taking his spot in the upholstered chair, Katsuki spreads to thighs wide to accommodate Eijirou’s broad frame. 

Fuck.

Eijirou’s wings are spread, and Katuki applies a thin layer of the oil before rubbing it in. Eijirou groans from the feeling. Some light passes through the dragon’s patagium. The muscles twitch occasionally at Katsuki’s firm touch as he slowly, methodically, moves to his spine.

Eijirou's tail curls around the blond’s calf, growing tighter the closer he reaches the sensitive base of a dragon’s wing.

It’s erotic. It doesn’t matter how many times he’s done this for Eijirou, but Katsuki can’t ever build a resistance to this. His heart pounds quicker against his ribcage disturbing the taut tripwire threatening to force another argument between them.

A low rumble pierces the thick tension in the air. Katsuki feels it under his fingers. His heart beats quickly, rushing blood loud in his ears.

It’s too much. Overwhelming in a bad way. Katsuki knows that he should stop and talk first. Talk their emotions out. Sort their different beliefs and feelings before it goes too far. 

But not for the first time, Katsuki is terrified of losing the comfortable connection he has with Eijirou. That’s not to mention the alliance their relationship holds between two nations. It weighs heavy on his shoulders. It sews his mouth shut even as his heart pounds at his ribcage being to be let out.

So, Katsuki moves over to Eijirou’s other wing, oiling the scales and delicate membrane. Katsuki bites his tongue and keeps his two feet planted firmly on his side of the imaginary line drawn in the sand.

Eijirou’s tail tightens its grip on Katsuki’s leg. It trails upwards towards his knee. The scales are warm.

Arousal sits heavy in Katsuki cunt. He gets wetter with every groan his dragon lets out. His clit is hard and throbbing. The flexing muscles are firm under his hands. Eijirou leaves his emotions on his sleeve for Katsuki to read. No matter if they were on the edge of an argument or not. He can tell the dragon was trying to hold back his own excitement in the midst of Katsuki soaking his linens.

“Katsuki,” Eijirou whines when the blond reaches the tender scar on his shoulder. Just like that, a bucket of ice cold water dumps itself on Katsuki. Discomfort takes the place of the heat in his gut. Guilt weighs heavy in his mind instead of lust’s dizziness.

Katsuki pulls his hand back like he was burned. Like his fingers were daggers on soft flesh.

“That’s good enough.” His voice cracks, breaking the veil of indifference he desperately holds together with sap and gum. “I need to piss.”

Katsuki stands to move away quickly, but he forgets about the heavy tail holding tight on his leg. Eijirou catches him in his lap before he can truly fall and harm himself.

“Talk to me, Katsuki.”

Words he’s terrified of hearing. They will lead him down a path of hurt because there was no way that Eijirou would let Katsuki go without talking about their feelings, and Katsuki isn’t confident that he’ll be able to without starting an argument. He is bound to start a fight. 

“Let me go, Ei.”

“Just tell me what’s wrong. I can’t fix it if you don’t talk to me.”

Katsuki struggles against the arms and tail holding him down, but there isn’t much can do against the dragon's strength. He feels the hot, smokey breaths whispering on his shoulder. The man against his back only desires for Katsuki to be vulnerable, but that is the single most difficult thing for him to do.

They sit there in silence. It could be minutes, hours, or days – though Eijirou would never let Katsuki miss a meal – he’s unsure how much time passes. The tension worms its way into Katsuki leaving him tense in the warm embrace. His thoughts racing for a way to explain himself – to explain his unkind anger. Anxiety eventually loses the painful battle to anger.

“Do you think I’m too weak to take a hit or something?” Katsuki sneers at the implication. The rational part of him knows, trusts, the dragon would never think of him like that. But rage cares not for logic. It brews a strong liquor, and not much will make its way past the drunk haze of fury. “Why the hell did you tank the attack? Why the fuck did you do that? There’s no prize for hurting yourself, dumbass!”

“Is that all?” Eijirou replies with a gentle tone, but Katsuki only hears the false mocking his temper filters over it. Eijirou grips tight and turns the blond around to make eye contact. Katsuki lets it happen, too frustrated to really fight being manhandled right now.

“Ha?! You’re fucking idiot!” Katsuki spits in his dragon’s face. His emotions bubble over, boiling hot and burning everything it touches. “Are you even thinking? You think you’re doing me a fucking favor by getting hurt like that? What? Can't you use your shitty abilities or something! Spent all that damn time training and you can’t stop yourself from getting hurt?”

Katsuki knows he hit a sore spot, and he doesn’t even need to see the hurt in Eijirou expression to know it. He still does as Eijirou tightens his grip not letting Katsuki escape like he wants, not letting him run away like he always does when it gets too much.

Eijirou takes the verbal abuse having no self preservation apparently. The dragon steels himself to be Katsuki’s punching bag, letting him rage and fight even though it hurts to have his efforts be dismissed.

Katsuki so desperately wants his dumb fucking mouth to stop because he knows the venomous claws it digs into the one thing he swore to never hurt. Placing blame where it doesn’t need to go out of self preservation – although Katsuki knows he’s self destructing.

“Do you have any idea how much it fucking hurts seeing you like that?” Katsuki’s voice breaks. Tears gloss over his eyes. Years of being in love with his partner finally reach beyond the capacity of being contained with the help of his anger bubbling the pot of emotions. “Do you know how much I panicked seeing the only person I’ve ever fucking loved passed out in a pool of blood?”

Eijirou’s eyes widen in shock at the unintended confession. Katsuki’s anger admitting to things that he has kept hidden for years. 

“Do you know how much it hurts to be the one covered in your blood?” He weakly punches the broad, scaly shoulders punctuating every word. “It fucking hurts when you don’t think about yourself, dumbass– fucking– idio–”

Chapped lips meet bitten ones. They cut off Katsuki’s ramblings. He moves from hitting to tangling his fingers in crimson strands. Clawed hands move smooth legs to wrap around sturdy hips. Suddenly, Katsuki is in the air with hands gripping onto his ass and Eijirou as his only anchor.

“My turn to speak, Katsuki,” Eijirou whispers against the blond’s lips. He undresses Katsuki. Careful to not leave a scratch like a worshiper cleaning his deity’s statue. “I’m your shield. I should be the one protecting you from hits. You should be able to trust me to take hits and come back.” Eijirou lays Katsuki down and covers him with his body. His glowing red eyes promise safety. “I’ll always come back to you.”

Katsuki mewls at the kisses trailing down his neck. Eijirou nips at the tender area under the blond's pointed ears. The dragon leaves his mark as he trails down the elf’s body. A long forked tongue swirls around one of Katsuki’s nipples. The pink bud is shy to come out, but Eijirou’s patience wins out repeating until both peak with pride. Katsuki groans with his hands gripping onto the red horns directing the dragon downward towards his needy pussy, and Eijirou obediently follows his rider’s command.

“I’m sorry for hurting you like that. Let me show you my apology, my prince,” Eijirou growls into an already soaking cunt. His tongue swirls its way into the wet hole as if trying to spell out the apology. When he groans, Eijirou’s nose grinds into Katsuki’s clit.

“Eij- Ah!” Katsuki can’t break the eye contact Eijirou established. How can he when the dragon presses on his sweet spot with every thrust he makes with that long tongue. How can he when Eijirou asked him so sweetly to watch. “I’m close- Fuck!”

Those words unlock something. Eijirou throws the blond’s thick thighs over his shoulders, and his arms hold Katsuki against his face. He slurps the slick messily all while hitting at that specific point pushing Katsuki closer to the edge. His legs tremble, and his eyes roll. And all he can do is hold on for the ride. 

Eijirou moans when the slit clenches his tongue. He presses his warm palm on the blond’s navel letting his thumb swirl around the hard clit. And like opening a tap, Katsuki squirts on his dragon’s face. The orgasm washes over him like a wave and it doesn’t truly stop until Eijirou pulls back. 

Katsuki’s still quivering when he pulls Eijirou up to kiss the slick soaked lips. Shaking hands unties the loin cloth still stupidly hiding the dragon’s cock.

“Fuck. You’re big.” Katsuki swallows at the girth in his hand. He traces the ridges on the dragon dick wet from precum. The knot is already starting to swell. “Need you in me fucking yesterday, Ei.”

The head catches on Katsuki’s glistening hole before thrusting home hitting his cervix. They both moan at the tightness. The stretch burns nicely as Eijirou kisses him. It starts with slow grinding as Katsuki gets used to the length and girth. It progresses into shallow thrusts. Eijirou gently rocks them. They’re liplocked, swallowing the other’s moans when Katsuki flips the both of them over.

“Too fucking slow, Eijirou. I'll show you why I’m the dragon rider.”

Katsuki straddles Eijirou before properly bouncing. His ass slapping on the thick scaly thighs. He gropes the big pecs that have been taunting him for years.

Eijirou wears a hazy look on his face. He’s starstruck at the image of Katsuki sweating and moaning on his cock. And the blond feels nothing short of a god as pleasure sings in his veins. He knows he’s a divine image right now: hickeys trailing down his body, face flushing with blood, blonde hair standing like a halo, and sweat dripping down his plush chest.

Eijirou grips Katsuki’s hips, sure to leave a belt of bruises. Sharp nails digging in the meat of his ass. Skin meets skin with every hit downward. The only thing breaking that rhythm in the room is the growls Eijirou lets out as his knot meets dripping lips and Katsuki’s groans when the head kisses his cervix. 

He’s close again. Fuck, he’s gonna cum again already.

Ever the expert in Katsuki’s body already, Eijirou strums his thumb against the twitching clit like he’s playing an instrument.

Katsuki’s cunt responds to the call with a clear jet all over red scaled abs, and he stops moving as he cums. His pussy contracts around the length inside him.

“That’s it, baby. Keep riding. Show me how good you are,” Eijirou groans, his hands grip hips once more, grinding Katsuki down against that swelling knot. It doesn’t quite pop in yet. Katsuki walls tightens at the thought of it. Eijirou’s tail slithers its way up between Katsuki’s tits before it taps at his lips asking for entry. He grants it with open lips and drool. “Suck it, love. Get it nice and wet.”

Eijirou plants his feet down and begins thrusting up meeting Katsuki’s movements. He moans around the hard scales. The thick muscle gags him when he tries to swallow more.

A finger makes its way down his crack to his taint gathering slick to bring to the puckered entrance just below the thrusting cock. Eijirou massages his rim to relax. Katsuki can’t help but move to play with his own nipples pinching and rolling them. Ecstasy buzzing under his skin like static. 

“Fuck, good job, baby. Play with yourself for me,” Eijirou encourages. And Katsuki wants so badly to put on a show for the dragon, so he does. 

Grabbing his full pecs, Katsuki uses them to squeeze the heavy tail sitting between them. He makes sure to let drool slip past his kiss-swollen lips. Eijirou groans with a dark look in his eyes. He’s a wet mess by the time Eijirou rewards him with a finger stretching his ass.

Katsuki cums again. It’s sudden and unexpected with his back bowing and head thrown back. His scream muffled the tail down his throat. Eijirou takes it as a sign to add another finger past his rim, and Katsuki has to let go of his tits to hold himself up.

“Plea – ah – please gimme more. Ei! Yes–,” Katsuki babbles when Eijirou pulls the tail from his mouth. He’s not sure what he’s begging for, but he’s sure that he wants more of Eijirou. “More – oh fuck – please.”

The dragon sits up and wraps his arms around the blond. The wet tail thrusts past Katsuki’s rim at the same time Eijirou kisses him. Moaning around the dragon’s tongue, he rolls his hips getting used to pleasurable burn stretching his ass.

Eijirou gently rolls Katsuki on his back again, taking care to not break their kiss. Thrusting his cock deep and hard. He alternates with his tail making sure to reach just as deep in his ass.

“This pussy is mine. This ass is mine. You’re mine,” Eijirou growls, fangs barring.

“Yours, all yours. Fuck, make me yours!”

Eijirou bites the junction of Katsuki’s shoulder. Mating venom seals a spiritual bond between them. Euphoria sends its fireworks through them both. Katsuki sprays when Eijirou pushes his knot in locking the lovers close. Hot cum fills the blond’s womb. 

“Stop. I can’t- Fuck!” Katsuki sobs when Eijirou grinds the knot deeper, pulling his tail out at the same time. He squirts and trembles, not able to stop cumming until his stomach bloats with dragon cum. 

They’re both catching their breath when they make eye contact again. Crimson meets scarlet. Katsuki laughs at himself.

“I love you, Eijirou.” Katsuki brings his hands up to caress the sunkissed cheeks, smile gracing his lip. Saying words that used to burden him so easily now. “Sorry for being so stupid. Sorry for yelling at you. Sorry for saying things I don’t truly mean. Thank you for putting up with me.” Eijirou presses soft kisses to the half-elf’s cheeks, nose, forehead, and anywhere he can reach while holding himself up. “Love you, Ei. Now say it back.” 

“Love you, Katsuki.” Eijirou giggles and nuzzles into Katsuki neck grooming at the already healed bond mark. “I would’ve kissed you quiet sooner if I knew it led to this.”

“Shut up, stupid.”

“I thought you didn’t mean calling me that.”

“I don’t. Doesn’t mean you’re not my stupid baby.”

“Hmm, my smart rider.”

Eijirou purrs when he rolls them onto their side tail thumping against the mattress. Sweet nothings are exchanged when the knot finally shrinks enough to be tugged out but won’t slip out without permission.

“Ei, get me in the tub so I don’t make more of a mess here,” Katsuki says. Clarity hits him at once when he feels the cum start to drip out of him. It feels good, but he really doesn’t wanna sleep in a cum soaked mattress.

“As you wish, love.”

Grunting, Eijirou lifts them both up and towards their private bath area. The bathtub, already filled with hot water, is kept warm by magic circles carved into the wood. Pulling the knot out, a flood of cum spills out with it until Katsuki’s abs lay flat again.

“I’ll clean it baby. Don’t worry.” Eijirou presses a kiss to blond hair. He sets Katsuki down on the short stool.

“You better. I can’t feel my legs.” Katsuki reaches for the shampoo and soap only for the dragon to grab it.

“Let me do it.”

“I’m fucked out, not helpless.”

“I want to do it. It’s for me, baby.”

Katsuki relents to the red dragon letting him lather and massage the shampoo in. The pampering is nice. Unfamiliar to the barbarian royalty, but it’s relaxing. He’s dozing off into Eijirou when they’re being rinsed off for the final time and all ready to soak in the bath.

“Ei, where goin’?” Katsuki sleepily asks when the dragon moves away from the tub instead of joining him in the big bath. The tub is one of the main reasons they stay in this specific room despite only having one double bed.

“Just cleaning the sheets, gem. I’ll be right back.”

“Leave the door open.”

“Okay.”

The answer is good enough for Katsuki to let him go. The half-elf dozes in a state of half awake listening to Eijirou shuffling in the room. He says something. Too quiet for Katsuki to catch, but a spell is casted and dragonic mana buzzes with use. That’s odd. Eijirou hates casting spells. Manipulating mana is hard for his dragon to conceptualize which is why Katsuki is their spellcaster and Eijirou is their close-range fighter.

It intrigues Katsuki enough for him to open his eyes only for Eijirou to come into the bath area and join him in the bath. The water is already nice and warm but with a fire dragon coming in it steams hotter. Katsuki relaxes even further into Eijirou form. If melting was a possibility, he would.

“What spell?”

Eijirou looks at him in shock like a puppy being caught stealing snacks. “You heard that?”

“Hmm.”

“I bought a grimoire at the market in the town where we dropped off the client.”

“That’s where you went?”

“Yeah, I thought you would like it. It has a bunch of spells meant for household chores.”

“Huh?” Katsuki is confused. When did Katsuki say he wanted spells like that?

“Yeah, you’re always saying how I should learn how to cast, and I mean, I like the way I fight right now. So when I saw the book, I thought it was perfect, because I didn’t wanna learn any spells for fighting, and you hate the way we smell when we camp out too much. There are laundry spells, so I thought I would use it-”

Katsuki’s kiss cuts Eijirou off. “Thanks, Ei.”

“Of course, baby. Just wanna take care of you.” Eijirou’s tail wraps around Katsuki's waist. Purring rumbles through them. “Made a nest and everything for you too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, you can nap while I get us something to eat from Fat.”

“Food again?”

“Yeah! We missed lunch.”

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@batfamilyzine THEY LOOK SO GOOD THANK YOU FOR ALL THE HARD WORK!!

[nivora128]

I suggest we, from now on, WILL use these words to describe Jason. No more angry reckless broken disobedience. No more angry annoying full of rage ugly stupic dumb brutal.

Angry WARM AND WONDERFUL

Reckless TOO BRAVE TO BECOME A MAN TOO GUTSY TO DIE LIKE THAT

Disobedience SUCH A GOOD BOY MUST HAVE REALLY LOVE HIS MOTHER

Annoying HELPFUL

Ugly PAINFULLY HANDSOME CHARMING AND MYSTERIOUS CUTE AND GRACEFUL AND PRETTY BOY

Leaps before he thinks  SMART AND READY 

Stupid dumb brute strength THE GREAT BATTLER A MASTER COMBATANT QUICK AND FAST AND AGILE AND GOT SKILLS

Ontologically evil kid HE’S A GOOD KID DEEP DOWN ALL HIS PROBLEMS AND HE STILL TURNED OUT SO GOOD

Batman’s greatest failure HE WAS THE BEST SOMEONE WHO WILLING TO DO WHAT BATMAN CAN’T WHEN THE WORLD NEEDS IT

Not Dick and an acrobatic and wasn’t ready to become Robin He has performed so well with the Batman that he has been invited to work alongside the Titans from time to time. An above-average athlete and acrobat. Robin is also adept at various forms of martial arts. His training is ongoing and his skills improve regularly. He can handle himself in hand-to-hand combat and has also developed keen deductive skills.

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peak cause i hate jason todd slander

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It's Manly to Pick Dare

Kirishima Eijirou x Bakugou Katsuki

Tags: fluff, truth or dare, secret relationship (kinda)

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Eijirou "convinces" Katsuki to come down for the class sleepover, and they have fun playing party games. But, why is everyone forcing them to do dares together?

It was Saturday. That meant Katsuki was playing his usual charade of not wanting to go to their weekly class bonding sleepover at the threshold of his dorm. That also meant that Eijirou was giving him puppy eyes and begging him to join the sleepover with him.

“C’mon. Katsuki, please. Come hang out with me.” Eijirou pouted while holding both of Katsuki’s hands. They both knew that Katsuki already had his stuff ready for the sleepover. It was just something that they liked doing. Katsuki liked making Eijirou ‘convince’ him, and the other liked indulging him. “C’mon, I’ll even throw in a kiss for you.”

“Fuck it. Fine. I’ll go.” Katsuki rolled his eyes as he turned back into his room to grab his folded blanket and pillow. His lips briefly pulled into a smile as his back was turned to Eijirou. It disappeared when he faced him again. “Let's head down. I want a couch just for us.”

―୨୧⋆ ˚ ❀

Arriving at the common room, it was only them and their class representatives preparing snacks and drinks. They claimed one of the couches for themselves. Bakugou threw his stuff on half of the couch, claiming its entirety for the both of them.

“Bakugou, you should let other people sit there too. Please move your stuff for your classmates,” Iida waved his hand in his signature robotic motion. Momo could be seen shaking her head. 

“Fuck off, Prez,” Katsuki responded by manspreading and throwing his arms onto the back of couch. Eijirou took the space next to him, smiling apologetically to Iida. “Their fault for being losers.”

“Iida, forget it! He always does this,” Denki came down the stairs with Hanta next to him. They started setting up their futons and the girls’ futons next to the couch and passed Eijirou some snacks.

“It’s just routine at this point,” Hanta chimed in while setting up the bluetooth speakers for Kyoka to DJ later that night. “No point in arguing if the outcome is going to be the same.”

“It’s the principle of it. I can’t be a good class president if I don’t at least try,” Iida shifted his focus to Kaminari and Sero. “Try to keep the music down so that people can still talk with each other.”

“You got it, Class Rep!”

Mina and Kyoka both join their group on the floor. Well, Katsuki and Eijirou were still on the couch. Eijirou leaned into Katsuki’s side while he started munching on some snacks. Katsuki had his arm on the couch behind him. The rest of their class were joining them in the common room setting up in a circle for sleep and activities. 

The class was debating on what to play. Eijirou was politely listening and giving input when asked, but Katsuki tuned them all out in favor of watching him and feeling the warmth along his side. Movement caught his attention, so he started listening to the conversation without contributing to it himself.

“Let’s do something that’s in every teen drama!” Hagakure stood presumably waving her hands based on the way her sleeves moved. “Like, what if we play Spin the Bottle or Seven Minutes in Heaven?”

“That sounds so fun!” Mina agreed, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “We should definitely do Spin the Bottle.”

“It’s highly inappropriate. We are students of UA. We shouldn’t be participating in activities that would require us to engage in inappropriate relations with our peers,” Iida said.

“Yeah, but we’re also teens, Class Rep,” Denki backed up the girls, surely with his own motives. “We gotta let loose sometimes.”

“Chill a bit. A little kissing never hurt anyone,” Sero fist bumped Denki, then leaned back on his palm. “Besides, we're overdue for some normal teenage activities.”

“What if we do Spin the Bottle, but instead of kissing we play Truth or Dare?” Yaoyorozu compromised, ever so eager to play the mediator.

“But, it’s lame when someone picks truth,” Denki whined. A few hums and people nodding added to the collective agreement. They spend so much time together, truths would seem a little useless to ask some questions. “It would only work if we only do dares. We’re heroes in-training. It’s just bravery and trust.”

“How manly,” Eijirou spoke under his breath. In Katsuki’s opinion, Denki was just trying to make an excuse to just force people to do dares. However, if Eijirou says it’s manly, then it’s fucking manly. 

“I think we’re all good with playing Spin the Bottle replacing kisses with dares!” Uraraka chimed in. Asui nodded along with her. Deku and Todoroki both gave thumbs up. Apparently, those were the final pushes that Iida needed to agree to the game.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. Why didn’t they trust my idiots when Deku’s nerds regularly broke laws?

Eijirou giggled at him, picking up on his line of thinking. He patted Katsuki’s thigh in sympathy and left his hand there. Katsuki felt the warmth through his sweatpants. The weight was comforting. He wished he could hold it. To intertwine their fingers. To feel him skin-to-skin. But he knew others would focus on it. Urges like this made him wish he didn’t value his privacy.

“I wanna go first!” Mina reached for the bottle. It was a glass bottle that they either found or begged Yaoyorozu to make it for the ‘true teen drama vibe.’ Katsuki wouldn’t know, nor would he care to know.

Mina spun the bottle. Either in her excitement or something similar, Mina lost control of her quirk and left some slippery acid on the bottle and the floor beneath it. Katsuki scrunched his nose. It better not land on him. He was not touching that.

It landed on Eijirou. He grinned and bumped his fists together in his signature pose.

“Bring it on, Meens!”

“I dare you to sit on Blasty’s lap!”

Eijirou sat on his lap, and Katsuki instinctually rested his hands on Eijirou’s hip. Eijirou grew taller than him over the course of the year. Only his eyes were above Eijirou’s shoulder. There was a pause like the class was waiting for something to happen. 

“That’s it?” Eijirou asked, breaking the quiet.

“Uh, yeah…” Mina trailed off. Her tone gave off that this wasn’t the reaction that she expected. It confused Katsuki. Isn’t this what she wanted? “For fifteen minutes?”

“Fifteen?”

“Yeah.”

It was awkward. Why were they so surprised that Eijirou did her dare? He was brave and never backed down from a challenge. Katsuki was infatuated for that reason since the ‘unbreakable horse’ declaration.

Eijirou briefly left to spin the bottle after it was wiped of whatever fluids was left on it from Mina. Once he sat back into Katsuki’s lap, Eijirou signaled to Hanta to start the timer for them. The bottle chose Uraraka to take Eijirou’s dare. 

“Come at me, Kiri!” Uraraka stood with her fist clenched in the space in front of her, ready to take the dare head on. 

“That’s the spirit!” Eijirou said before pausing to think of a dare. “I know you’ve been working on your upper body strength in our workouts, so I dare you to do five push-ups with someone on your back. Easy, right?”

Uraraka paled at the dare. The two of them were workout buddies, but clearly Eijirou overestimated the amount of weight she could press if she was making that face.

“Tsu-chan, could you get on my back for this?”

“Hell yeah! You got this Uraraka!”

Eijirou was so cute. Always so supportive of their classmates. So quick to praise them. To encourage them. He was always so humble too. Katsuki regularly forgot that the redhead didn’t have a strength quirk. Not without any reason either: Eijirou regularly punched straight through concrete with his bare fists with only his quirk to protect his skin. Hell, he could even keep up with Sato – someone using a strength-enhancing quirk – while they were training. 

Fuck. Katsuki was gone for Eijirou. 

“Five! I- I did it.” Uraraka finished her dare. Katsuki had no idea how long that took. How was he supposed to care when Eijirou was in his lap?

“Nice, bro! I knew you could do it!” Eijirou high fived Uraraka before she moved to spin the bottle. She touched it with all five of her fingers before spinning it. Afterwards, Uraraka placed her hands together, fingertips touching.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes. Did she just use her quirk? Was there some shit going on? Before Katsuki could dwell longer on his suspicions, the bottle pointed at him and Kirishima.

“Bakugou! I dare you to braid Kirishima’s hair. I bet you don’t know how,” Uraraka goaded. 

“Hah? It’s fucking easy. What did you think, that I couldn't do it?” his hands were already carding through the loose red hair. It was silky with the new treatments that he made Eijirou get. The redhead pushed into the gentle touch. Katsuki was quick to section them out and weave two dutch braids into the red hair. He put his hand out for Eijirou to hand him the hair ties that he had around his wrists at this point of the day.

It wasn’t until after that he realized that the room was silent except for Eijirou’s humming, which Katsuki wasn’t sure that he was doing on purpose. Looking at the rest of the class, he saw various expressions of shock, horror, and curiosity. The last one primarily came from the girls. Those that interacted with Katsuki regularly wore horror on their face, and the rest were shocked.

“What? I did the fucking dare.”

“Uh yeah. You did…” 

They continue to stare at Katsuki like there was a new limb on him.

“I can’t believe you just did that with no complaints,” Deku murmured, but with how quiet the room was, it was heard loud and clear.

“What’s that supposed to fucking mean?!”

The only thing stopping him from lunging at Deku was the fact that Eijirou was still in his lap. He was too comfortable to jostle Eijirou.

“I–I just mean that you don’t typically agree so quickly. You would at least put on a facade of not wanting to do something before doing it. Kacchan, you like always do the things we ask of you, but it’s normally filled with you complaining and insulting us—”

“‘Tsuki! I’ll spin the bottle for you, ok?” Eijirou interrupted before the nerd could dig himself a bigger hole. It’s not his fucking fault that everyone else makes doing tasks for them unbearable. Doing things for Eijirou never felt like he was doing something for the other like he was lesser. Eijirou always made it feel like they were doing it together. He always made it easier for Katsuki. “Hagakure! Better prepare yourself. Katsuki always has tough dares.”

“Do your worst, Bakugou!”

Katsuki smirked. Lips stretched to that familiar moment before winning a fight.

“Take a shot of my hot sauce.”

Hagakure sat there for a moment just silent. The girls sitting next to her all rubbed her back sympathetically. A shot of normal hot sauce was already painful. A shot of Katsuki’s hot sauce was a death sentence to the normal palate. 

During this moment of silence for Hagakure’s taste buds, a timer went off. It prompted movement from Hanta to turn it off, and at the same time, Eijirou went off to the kitchen to prepare the shot since he was the only other person who knew how to handle the hot sauce without burning himself.

“What? Too chicken?” Katsuki provoked the frozen girl to react. While Katsuki was goaded the most into doing things, no one in Class A could turn down a challenge.

“N–no! I’m just mentally preparing myself,” Hagakure said. Eijirou’s timing was almost comedic. He came in with gloves holding a metal tray with a tall glass of milk and a small shot glass half full of one the spiciest hot sauces on the market. Katsuki had to order it from America. “Oh, God.”

“Put on the gloves and then only let the glass touch your lips,” Eijirou placed it on the floor in front of her, so she could go at her own pace before he had to take the shot glass to be cleaned again. “Chase it with the milk right after. It will still burn after, but you won’t die.”

Hagakure followed his instructions and downed the shot. She drank half the glass before pulling back for air. Even without her facial expression, Katsuki could tell how much pain she was in.

Eijirou took the shot glass to wash and came back with another glass of milk and a small bowl of greek yogurt for the suffering girl. Once those were delivered, Eijirou came back to sit in Katsuki’s lap.

“Hey. The timer already went off, Kiri,” Kaminari uselessly pointed out. They all fucking heard the timer, it was dead quiet when it went off. “You don’t have to sit in Kacchan’s lap anymore.”

“I know! I heard it!”

“...”

Both Denki and Hanta stared blankly at Eijirou and Katsuki, a dumb expression on both of their faces. What’s their fucking deal?

“Fuck! It hurts so much. How do you eat this on a weekly basis, Kiri?” Hagakure was holding the metal spoon to what Katsuki thought was her tongue. “Okay, let me spin the bottle.”

The bottle was spun, but it was clear that Hagakure stopped it with her own hand because she hovered over the bottle. The bottle was pointing at Katsuki and Eijirou.

“Bakugou!”

“You fucking stopped it with your own hand, Gloves!”

“Nuh uh, you didn’t see it.”

He couldn’t refute that. He didn’t see it because she’s fucking invisible. He couldn’t even get out of his seat because Eijirou was sitting in his lap. And he couldn’t just disrupt Eijirou’s comfort like that. Katsuki resorted to just grumbling and glaring at the empty space of her head.

“Thought so. Now-” Hagakure took in a spoonful of the yogurt before continuing. “Since it technically landed on the both of you ‘cause Kirishima didn’t need to stay in your lap anymore.” Another spoonful. “I dare the both of you to pass an egg using spoons. But! You have to be holding the spoons in your mouth.”

“Where the fuck are you getting this from?” Katsuki asked after exchanging glances with Eijirou. The other got up from Katsuki’s lap and went to the kitchen to retrieve the spoons and egg. 

Something was going on. Katsuki and Eijirou had collectively done half of the dares. Everyone was targeting them, and he didn’t know the reason. Katsuki got harassed because their classmates thought it was fun to antagonize him, but they normally didn’t bother Eijirou like this. 

There was another thing that confused him, but it didn’t bother him. 

Why are all our dares involving each other? 

It was weird but not too odd. Katsuki and Eijirou were obviously fine with it, but it was odd that everyone, well the girls at least, were ganging up on them.

“I saw it on a game show! It looked fun! Now hurry up!”

Eijirou sat back next to Katsuki with two plastic spoons and an egg, one of the spoons’ handles already between his lips. He held the other spoon for Katsuki to take in his mouth.

“I’ll start with the fucking egg,” Katsuki scrunched his nose at the feeling of plastic in between his teeth. Eijirou placed the egg in the bowl of Katsuki’s spoon.

It was more difficult than he expected. Tilting and maneuvering the spoon using his head was disorienting. Having to coordinate the spoon and also keeping an eye for Eijirou’s spoon was frustrating, especially since Eijirou kept moving away. Irritated, Katsuki grabbed the other’s jaw to hold it in place before looking up to glare at amused red eyes. 

Katsuki heard the girls squealing. Looking over to the sound, he saw Mina and Denki taking pictures. Some of the guys were chuckling and laughing at their antics as well. He felt a hand on his knee. Eijirou took his attention back. It was Katsuki’s mistake to give it to others in the first place.

I just need to get this done with. 

With his hand on Eijirou’s jaw, Katsuki tilted their spoons towards each other and then gently passed the egg from one spoon to the other.

Pulling away, Katsuki turned to the class to raise an eyebrow. He was being smug, but they thought that he couldn’t do such a simple dare.

“Bro, you can spin the bottle and give the dare,” Eijirou said once he pulled the spoon from his mouth and held both the egg and the spoon in a hand, already reaching for Katsuki’s spoon as well. He walked to the kitchen before Katsuki could retort. 

Eijirou was the only person who could say “bro” and made it sound like “babe.”

Spinning the bottle got it to land on Denki. 

“Fuck.”

“Hey! What does that mean?!”

“It fucking means that I ain’t got a dare for you,” Katsuki confessed, rolling his eyes as well for the drama. There wasn’t much Katsuki could think of that Denki hasn’t already done ‘just for the giggles’ or some shit like that. 

“Lame! Thought you were the best, Kacchan,” Denki taunted. “The best can’t even come up with a dare it seems.”

Kaminari Denki wanted a death sentence. Katsuki felt his eyes twitch as his lips curled into a scowl. Eyebrows scrunched together in anger, and a glare took the space beneath them.

As if he had a sixth sense for Katsuki’s anger limit, Eijirou came back at that moment. He sat right up against Katsuki, an arm thrown over a shoulder to pull them flush together. It weakened the rage just a bit, but Katsuki was still fucking pissed. Taking a deep breath, Katsuki relaxed his expression on the exhale and put on a small — very fake — smile. He took pleasure in the fear on Denki’s face.

“I dare you to call Aizawa using your best impression of him.”

Blood drained from Denki’s face. Hanta patted his back out of sympathy. Mina cackled at his demise. Iida attempted to stand to refute this dare, but both Deku and Uraraka pulled him down and shook their heads. Denki had to do the dare.

Since moving into the dorms, every single person in their class had Aizawa’s number for dorm maintenance issues, for emergencies, for accidents, and for when they leave campus. Aizawa would never decline their call even if he was out on patrol. There was trust to not prank call their teacher.

“Kaminari, could you ask him to fix the leaky faucet in the dorm kitchen?” Yaoyorozu requested. Katsuki had to give it to her; she’s not the smartest in the class for no reason. If there was a maintenance request, it was no longer just a prank call.

Denki nodded as he shakingly dialed their homeroom teacher.

“Hello,” the tired voice rang through the speaker. 

“The kitchen sink has a leaky faucet. Could you fix it?” Denki repeated the request. His voice had matched the cadence and rhythm their teacher spoke in. It had a raspy element to it as a result of trying and failing to deepen his tone. “That’s all.”

A long sigh. A tell of disappointment.

“I can. Next time leave the voice out of it.”

The call hung up before Denki could say anything else. The room was silent. The unspoken new rule formed: Don’t disappoint Aizawa even for a dare.

Denki spun the bottle. It fucking landed on Katsuki.

“I dare you to wear a cheer uniform and lay your head in Ei’s lap,” Denki rushed out. It was payback for the fear from earlier.

“I’m not wearing a fucking skirt!” Katsuki exclaimed. It was the first time that night that he pushed back on a dare. He noticed Hanta, Mina, and Uraraka sigh in relief? Why were they relieved? “I don’t even have a fucking cheer outfit!”

“You can wear mine!” Mina volunteered before running up to go get it.

“Boo! Don’t be lame!”

“You’re ruining the vibes right now, Blasty.”

“Kaminari did your dare. Yours isn't even that bad.”

The class argued with him over completing the dare, and Katsuki argued back. Somehow the fuckers got him to agree to wear the dumb outfit. (It was Eijirou’s puppy eyes.)

Katsuki returned from the bathroom standing in front of his class. The cheer uniform fit perfectly. It was a little loose at the waist, but his chest surprisingly filled out the tank of the uniform. The glares from Mina told him that she wasn’t happy that he filled out her outfit. Katsuki felt the other girls also stare at his figure in envy as well.

“I hate how good that looks on you,” Mina stated. “Why is the waist so loose?!”

“Fucking fuck off, Pinky!” Katsuki cursed them out for the last time before turning to Eijirou. They made eye contact for a few beats before Katsuki looked flustered. Eijirou had this look of awe and wonder. Too fucking soft for the blonde to fucking deal with head on. “Sit on the floor. You’ll be more comfortable that way, right?”

“Okay,” Eijirou nodded. He looked like he would do anything that Katsuki asked. He moved to sit on the floor with his back resting against the couch, a leg outstretched for Katsuki to lay his head. The other leg was propped up with his arm resting on it. 

Laying on the floor was safe because his skirt was at eye level. He felt warm with how flustered he felt, face flushed as he laid down his head on Eijirou’s thigh. The limb flexed before relaxing to be a plush cushion. He looked up only to see Eijirou already looking down at him with a soft, affectionate smile. His eyes were filled with an arrangement of emotions. Fondness. Awe. Love. 

It was overwhelming in the best way. Katsuki felt so seen. Appreciated and cared for.

“Hey.”

“Hi!”

Katsuki spoke first. A single word. A greeting. Filled with so much emotion that only Eijirou could even hope to decipher. Said so softly like he didn’t want to break the bubble that surrounded them.

Eijirou replied soon after. One word that was said with so much excitement. So much enthusiasm. Like he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be in this situation. Like he couldn’t hold back how happy he was to love and be loved by Katsuki.

The moment broke when the people around them yelled with fear.

“What the fuck?!”

“What are you guys?”

“Get it, Bakugou!”

“This can’t be reality, right now.”

“Not like this!”

Katsuki turned to his peers, still laying in his beloved’s lap. He glared at all the faces contorted into a mixture of shock, horror, and fascination.

“Guys! Stop being so dramatic! It’s not like it's weird to flirt with your boyfriend,” Eijirou laughed at their reactions. “We’ve always been this affectionate. It’s nothing new.”

Somehow that just made it worse. It got louder. People yelled over each other to be heard, questions thrown at Katsuki and Eijirou. Encouragement and congratulations intertwined with the people who were mourning their eyes.

“When did this happen?”

“I’ll never be free.”

“How?”

“I knew it! You two are too cute!”

“I’m happy for you two.”

“Who confessed?” 

“Where did you have your first date?”

Katsuki just rolled his eyes and tugged Eijirou down for a kiss. As bitten lips met his chapped ones, he ignored the chaos that he created around them.

[lowkeylizzi]

do u think the reason why jason cant get over his death (well duh) is bc he couldn’t even get rest after dying (well duh pt2) lying as he heard the ticking count down is wasn’t just suddenly quiet and the pain was all gone. no it was a cacophony of sound that made his brain injury worse and it didn’t go away.

the pain was written into his very soul that wasn’t allowed to rest because he wasn’t supposed to die yet.

the fates didn’t plan for jason todd’s death. they didn’t know what to do with a severed thread, not cut with scissors but gave under stress.

so to wake in a coffin in pain still after an indefinite time in tortured state of his final moments and force to break a coffin and dig his way out with just his bare hands and an ornate buckle. all that pain only to find out you’re not even in your dad’s family plot buried next to the woman who lead you to that limbo of anguish.

yeah i’d go catatonic and latch onto the lies coming from the heir to the demon who finally mad the pain go away and let me feel something again even if it was rage

[lowkeylizzi]

See the Meaning of It

Kirishima Eijirou x Bakugou Katsuki

Tags: fluff, marriage proposal

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Double shifts are hell, and Eijirou just needs to get home to Katsuki. It's their daily life. Their routine, but he keeps falling deeper and deeper in love.

It was a mistake taking the train back to their apartment. Eijirou nodded off several times as he stood there. Thankfully, he showered at Fat’s agency. He will be collapsing in bed next to his lovely boyfriend when he gets home.

He won't take a double shift ever again. Two hours in the office dealing with nonemergency calls and requests before a 6 hour patrol followed by 6 hours on standby during which is when he’s in the office doing paperwork. It isn’t even the work that was grueling, but not being able to see his boyfriend for so long is painful.

Eijirou suggested that they move in together after graduation. The best suggestion he made by far. It allowed for them to spend as much free time as possible with their busy schedule and let them grow their savings as well. A simple one bedroom apartment with a large open concept living, dining, and kitchen allowing space for Eijirou to host squad hangouts and Katsuki to stress cook their meal prep.

Ah. He misses Katsuki so fucking much.

Given how late it is, it’s unlikely that Katsuki is awake. Hopefully, Katsuki’s peacefully in their bed. Eijirou had already texted him earlier after patrol. It wasn’t enough though. He needs to hold his lover in his arms and never let go. To bury his face in his blonde, fluffy hair. To smell the strawberry shampoo mixing in with the bittersweet scent of nitroglycerin. Eijirou needs his senses filled with Katsuki and never to leave that bubble.

The call for his station pulls him out of his dream. Jolting him awake from his dozing. In his head, he praises Katsuki’s judgment in picking a slightly more expensive place due to its proximity to the station. The walk is not even 10 minutes but the cold night air still sends goosebumps along his skin. But with Katsuki’s quirk giving him a higher body temperature, he doesn’t even get the chance to cool down. It’s always warm next to him. There’s no worry of cold or goosebumps.

Reaching the apartment door, Eijirou makes quick work of the lock and walks in. He takes off his work boots, drops his duffle in the coat closet, and then proceeds into the rest of the home.

The spicy scent still lingering from when Katsuki cooked dinner. It has Eijirou sighing from relief. His shoulders drop. He’s home. He can crawl into bed with Katsuki and hold his heart in his arms.

Dragging his feet through the living area, Eijirou is dead on his feet. His body was aching before, but now that he’s relaxed, he’s a lot more aware of it. In the corner of his eye, he sees a pile of blankets on the couch. That’s odd. His lover is normally meticulous about keeping the living room tidy even when they don’t have any guests. He’s even more confused when he walks over and recognizes some of the thicker blankets they kept in the guest room. Looking closer he realizes it’s Katsuki. The holder of his heart bundled up in a cocoon of blankets. Fucking adorable.

Eijirou grips his shirt just above his heart. How dare his Katsuki be so cute at night when he’s such a menace terrorizing the street villains during the day. He’s gonna get cavities for having sweet treats at night like this. His heart stutters like they’re still highschoolers.

A book lies under Katsuki’s chin. He has been reading this fantasy romance manga of a dragon and his rider. With their schedule, it's a bit difficult to read. Well, at least it is for Eijirou. Long shifts of fighting, rescue, and paperwork – his longest shift was  eighteen hours just last month due to a power plant accident – leaves him too exhausted and overstimulated for even some light reading, the words blurring together. Katsuki, always more diligent than anyone, prefers to read to wind down from the stress of work – even after a train derailment disaster Eijirou would be massaging Katsuki’s swollen feet while the other cradles a book for light reading. 

Eijirou kneels on the floor next to the couch. He picks up the manga making sure to place the homemade floral bookmark on the page Katsuki left off. (Eijirou gifted the bookmark to Katsuki randomly one afternoon along with a new shoujo series that took weeks to pick out. What is money good for if not to spoil his lover? Katsuki spoils him all the time with his attention.) Eijirou runs his fingers through fluffy blonde hair. Like routine, the contact between them makes all of the stress and labor worth it.

Don’t get him wrong. Eijirou loves being a pro-hero. Loves saving people. It’s just hard to remind himself the reason why he became a hero when at the end of the workday his reward is fatigue, pulled muscles, joint pain, and cameras in his face blaming every move as a mistake.

In this little bubble of their home, Eijirou can feel his muscles loosen. The aches and pain fade away to the background. He doesn’t have to be an impenetrable wall here. No, here he can watch his sleeping lover’s relaxed face. He can count the breaths and run his fingers through blonde hair. It doesn’t last for much longer though. Thin eyebrows scrunch before they relax again. Katsuki woke up.

“Don’t you already have a picture you can stare at?” Katsuki mutters sleep dragging his voice deep. In contrast to his words, the blonde presses his head into Eijirou wide palms. “You eaten yet?”

“Hey,” Eijirou softly smiles. The greeting causes Katsuki to scrunch his nose. Eijirou bites his lips to stop himself from cooing. Eijirou hasn't eaten yet. But he can’t tell Katsuki that or else he’ll get up from the cocoon he made. And they both had a rough day today. But also Eijirou can’t lie to Katsuki at all. “I missed you today.”

“Not what I ask, Puppy,” Katsuki growls, annoyed that his question was being ignored. Red eyes blink open to sleepily glare at Eijirou’s guilty smile. “You didn’t eat, did you?”

“No, I haven’t. I spent my dinner break writing reports.”

“I told you to stop leaving them until the last minute, dumbass.”

Eijirou tries to placate the blonde with more pets and caresses. As much as Katsuki loves to deny it, physical affection is their mutual love language. The blonde loves little touches in public and everything else in the privacy of their home.

A yawn interrupts Eijirou’s attempt to reply. A reminder of the exhaustion that sits in his bones. It’s probably what prompts Katsuki to move from his cocoon. It starts with a stretch of his arms before gracefully moving off the couch to the kitchen. He doesn’t say anything as he leaves Eijirou sitting on the floor of their living room.

“‘Tsuki?”

Katsuki doesn’t dignify him with a response. He reminds Eijirou of a cat most days. He’s graceful, self-sufficient, and high maintenance. Sometimes, he slow blinks at Eijirou in lieu of an “I love you, too” when the redhead declares his love and devotion.

(Okay, that may be an exaggeration.

But, Katsuki has these feline eyes that make Eijirou swoon and cave to his desires, and it’s especially strong when the blond has this soft look on his face with the corners of his lips delicately curving into a small, delicate smile. It’s not Eijirou’s fault that time slows when Katsuki looks at him like that. He’s blinking like he’s innocent. Like he doesn’t hold Eijirou’s existence at his fingertips.)

“Just come and eat the food I made you, Sugarpie.”

It’s really not fair that Katsuki is this sweet.

Eijirou stands to his full height – a proud 193 centimeters (6’4). (He’s taller than Katsuki’s 188 centimeters (6’2). Only one of them kept growing after graduation, and Eijirou loved the pout it put on Katsuki's face. That perfectly kissable pout.) Bumbling towards the sound of his lover, he takes a seat at the island for an extremely late dinner. Katsuki places a plate of hayashi rice in front of him before seating himself in the barstool next to Eijirou. Their thighs press into each other. The seats are close enough that Katsuki could probably lean into Eijirou’s side, but they both ignore that fact.

The warmth of Katsuki next to him comforts Eijirou. It's like an anchor keeping him here in this blissful dream. But it's not a dream. It’s his reality.

Somehow Eijirou’s luck gave him this reality. No, that’s wrong. His greed gripped onto this reality. Deep down he knows that he’s the one that saw Katsuki and just knew that he had to have him. From first sight, he was attracted to the other man.

A confident smirk on that pretty face as Bakugou Katsuki walked into UA on their first day. He was so sure of his own power and skill. It was as intimidating as it was hot.

(Eijirou’s attraction was briefly stunted by Katsuki’s mouth that first day they met. He was still determined to befriend the Demigod of Arrogance though. A decision he’ll never regret.)

Eijirou stole the blonde’s attention and got himself addicted to having it. It felt like he discovered the golden apple from the gods. The forbidden fruit from Eris herself that caused the Trojan War. Eijirou will never let Katsuki go. 

It may be unhealthy, but fuck healthy. They’re happy and not hurting. It’s theirs. They save lives and experience near death everyday. He’s allowed a vice. He’s allowed this greed.

“Good?” Katsuki leans into Eijirou’s side. The blond traces shapes onto the bare skin of his thigh with his fingers. He’s falling asleep again.

“It’s so good. So yummy. I don’t think you can make anything bad,” Eijirou giggles when the fingers on his thigh slap him before resuming. The hayashi rice reminds him of home. Of bruised knees and mud on his face. Of helping his grandpa in the peanut fields. “It tastes like my mama’s…did you ask her for the recipe?”

“Yeah…” Katsuki’s reply comes out muffled due to him turning his face into Eijirou’s shoulder. “Been busy, so I…just wanted to…”

I’ve been busy, so I just wanted to show you that I still love you. 

He fills out the rest of the sentence for Katsuki. The blonde hair hides his face from Eijirou, but the pink ears are still visible. It’s really not fair how sweet he is. Eijirou’s heart can’t take it. He still feels like they’re dumb sixteen-year-old skating around the crushes they have for each other. He’s been waiting for the honeymoon phase to end and it never has.

“Marry me,” Eijirou states. It’s not a question. It’s a demand.

Katsuki finally pulls back laughing. His face is flushed still and the grin across his face has to be something gifted from Aphrodite herself. It’s his ugly laugh. One that makes him close his eyes. It’s Eijirou’s favorite sound. It’s his genuine full belly laugh. “What the hell, Ei! Popping the question ‘cause I made you good hayashi?”

“Yeah,” Eijirou’s tone is serious. He intertwines his fingers with Katsuki’s fingers still on his thigh. “I wanna marry you because you asked my mama how to make my favorite dish growin’ up even though you hate asking things from people. I wanna marry you because you stayed up past your usual bedtime waiting for me to come even though I had to take the last train so it’s like one in the morning.”

Katsuki’s face is stained pink from ear to ear. His eyes were eyes and glassy. He’s quiet, but Eijirou’s greed pushes him to continue.

“I wanna marry you because you make me food even though I can cook for myself because I know you had a full, busy day. I wanna marry you because you call me sweet things like sugarpie and puppy even though you used to call me stuff like shitty hair and rock for brains because I know you associate faces with attributes not names,” Eijirou could go on forever, but the food is getting cold. He would never waste Katsuki’s love by letting it get cold even if it still tastes like ambrosia. “I wanna marry you because I’m greedy for your love. I need to marry you because I love you.”

Katsuki lets out a breath like he fell and knocks his air out. His brims with emotions collecting into tears like it always does when he’s overwhelmed.

“You can’t fucking beat me to proposing!” Katsuki says when he finally finds his voice again. Relief fills Eijirou – he wasn’t out of line proposing. However, confusion follows quickly after. That’s what he’s worried about? “You don’t even got a ring and shit and I’ve been planning of the best way to do it and shit-”

“Wait, you have a ring?”

“Just got one. Wasn’t gonna propose until we were more free though,” Katsuki’s pink face deepens into red as he reveals his cards. He stands up and walks to the box of dusty protein bars that Eijirou hates but Katsuki gets for the macros. He pulls out a black velvet ring box. “I was running through the plans with your mama and mom over the phone when I got the recipe. Got their blessing and all that a few months ago.” He gets quieter and quieter with every sentence until he’s seated back at Eijirou’s side leaning into him to bury his red face in a sunkissed shoulder. He slides an open ring box over until it sits next to the plate of hayashi rice starting his speech. “Was thinking about taking you hiking to that mountain cabin we like and proposing to you there.”

In the ring box sits a thick gold band. It lacks a main gem, but the design carved into the metal is intricate. Vines of roses twisting in a pattern that wraps around. It’s bracketed by small rubies all around the ring. It’s beautiful. 

Oh. This is how Katsuki felt.

Love surges in his chest, and his face is definitely getting pink.

“Guess we’re fiancés now, huh?” Eijirou presses his lips into blonde hair. Katsuki’s caramel dipped strawberry scent fills his lungs, and he wishes could breathe it for the rest of his life.

“Still taking you to the cabin, fiancé,” Katsuki lifts his head to make eye contact. “I’m still gonna have the better proposal. You may have been faster, but I’ll win.”

“It’s not a competition, Katsuki,” Eijirou gently knocks their foreheads together. He’s smiling at Katsuki’s pout. He can’t help himself when those lips pout in front of him. 

“Marry me, Katsuki.”

“I’ll marry the fuck out of you, Eijirou.”

Eijirou seals their lips together. It always starts soft. A gentle press before one of them craves more. It’s inevitable. It moves on with a swipe of tongue, progressing to a lip between sharp teeth, and culminates to an exchange of spit. Eijirou just fucking gulps it down like Katsuki is an spring oasis in a drought.

Best friend, boyfriend, fiancé, or husband. In the end, none of those titles are good enough to explain what Katsuki is to Eijirou.

“Finish your dinner. I’m fucking tired,” Katsuki pulls away first. They’re both out of breath, but Eijirou follows his lips blindly. The blonde smirks at his antics. “It’s cold. Eat.”

“‘Kay,” Eijirou pressed his lips to Katsuki’s forehead before continuing to eat the still warm meal. Katsuki rests his head on his shoulder. He grabs Eijirou’s left hand and slips the gold band onto the ring finger.

“I’ll marry you so hard that I’ll win.”

“I’ll be the winner, fiancé.”

[lowkeylizzi]

Red Riot is on the Scene

Kirishima Eijirou x Bakugou Katsuki

Tags: fluff, social media au, secret relationship

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Red Riot is beloved by many. The nation's grandson. From old to young. To locals and foreigners. Many love Red Riot and his work as a hero. But no one can love Red Riot like Bakugou Katsuki loves Kirishima Eijirou.

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A Journey to Being the Manliest Hero

An Exclusive Interview with Red Riot Interviewer and Written by: Kobayashi Ryota

Pro-Hero Red Riot, affectionately nicknamed “the nation’s grandson,” has risen through the ranks quickly after opening his own agency. Debuting on the scene at rank twelve, the chivalrous hero now sits at number eight on the hero charts just seven months after his solo debut. He has soared through the popularity polls. 

His team ups with Explosive Hero: Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight (shorthand to Dynamight) have served to push the both of them up the ranks as well. Their team ups have led the public to feel more safe and have more security in the heroes. 

Despite the lower crime rate, Red Riot has shown time and time again that he is ready at a moment's notice for any trouble and rescue. He is extremely resilient and reliable. His coworkers have nothing but praise for Red Riot. 

In an interview with Hero Weekly , Everything Hero: Creati spoke on Red Riot’s work ethic stating that: “Red Riot has a strong sense of heroism. He’s constantly helping the community. He’s a reliable ally. I can always count on him to have my back.” Red Riot is known for how compatible he is with multiple heroes. Not just in his quirk and his handling of it being flexible making it able to work with a lot of offensive and defensive heroes. His demeanor and personality has also made him extremely pleasant to work with. Even acting as a buffer between heroes with known bad history!

In our exclusive interview with Red Riot, we talk about his time at UA, working as a sidekick with FatGum, and establishing his independent company. We also talked about hobbies to workout routines to personal relationships. The interview occurred at our office on the 26th of June. He had arrived with coffees for our staff. He was extremely considerate and had come in on time. Our correspondence was extremely amicable.

“Your debut into the Hero scene was quite a memorable one. Do you have any thoughts of the event? Emotions at the time? Or, critiques from a more experienced perspective?”

Red Riot: Oh, man. Really taking me down memory lane right now. It’s been nine– No! Ten years now since Red Riot has debuted. I was such a chubby cheeked baby back then. I think I was fifteen back then. It wasn’t my first time encountering a villain even back then, but it was the first time that I fought alone. It was frightening. I was just a child fighting all the scary villains that the adults in my life before UA would run from. I have so many issues with my first takedown that I now know in my experience. But the one advice I would give to fifteen-year old Red Riot is to have confidence in those that believe in your abilities. They see and know things that you aren’t willing to see.

“Speaking of UA, your time at UA was highly controversial. Due to the kidnapping and later one the one-sided reliance on the students to defend the school, many question the integrity of the administration. What are your thoughts as not only an UA alumni but also now as a hero advocating for quirk therapy in children and adolescents?”

Red Riot: Wow, not holding back anything are you? It wasn’t unusual for hero students to be working under pros and it still isn’t. What was unusual for my specific class was how often we were targeted by villains, and how early UA felt pressured to train us and give us experience in order for our class to defend ourselves against threats. I think that UA did its best to protect their students.

(Red Riot had to pause for a few minutes. It seemed as if the emotions of his time at UA was too overwhelming for him to properly gather his thoughts.)

Red Riot: I do hold a little resentment towards the HPSC of that time and UA for the trauma and scars that our developing bodies had to endure. While a lot – if not all – of the peers in my class were extremely manly and kept persisting to be on the frontlines. To do our part as heroes – in training or not – in this fight against evil incarnate. Villains who have been targeting us since the start of our time at UA. But, we were kids. We had this idealistic view of being heroes. We weren’t ready for the weight of preventing the collapse of society on our shoulders at the age of sixteen.

“You often team up with other heroes. Many of those heroes leave with only praises for your personality and work ethic. How about you? What heroes do you often enjoy working with?”

Red Riot: I think that I mostly attribute that to my time with FatGum. I was a sidekick, but he always treated me as an equal. I was never the sidekick who got the paperwork or left alone to deal with the aftermath of the scene. FatGum was the best mentor that I could ask for. He truly showed me how to work with other heroes and set a good example on what it means to lead a team or even when it's good to step back and let someone else lead. The hero scene has a lot of egos and prideful people all standing next to each other trying to be the most noticeable. I just try to work with people and push when I need to.

“You never answered our question.”

Red Riot: Oh! Sorry about that. Um, I think in terms of work ethics and the like. Uravity is one of the best in that sense. She is always helping the community. Fundraising for her foundation for Quirk Therapy for At-Risk Youth and scholarships for poor students to be able to afford uniforms and tuition for more elite schools such as Shiketsu. As for who I enjoy working with the most…Well, I’m sure you already know. We certainly don’t hide how much we enjoy working with each other despite having independent companies. Dynamight has been by my side since our first year at UA together. From the sports festival to the apprehending villains just yesterday, ‘Might and I have always been good partners and have worked together for many years. Fighting alongside him is a song and dance, but it's never boring. Fighting next to Dynamight is like instinct. It just feels right.

“It seems like you have a close relationship with Dynamight. You two do anything other than herowork?”

Red Riot: Oh man all the time. We’re housemates! We do a lot together actually. Anytime that we’re off duty we’re next to each other.

“That’s surprising! Many would figure that Dynamight prefers his free time spent alone. What do you guys normally do together?”

Red Riot: He definitely loves his time alone. We do all sorts of things. Most of the time we just like spending time in the same room. He’ll meal preps and I’ll be reading a book at the kitchen island or something. Just soaking each other’s presence. But other times we bake together. Or we watch movies! We try to have at least one meal together everyday though! Either breakfast or dinner but we eat together once a day and that’s when we talk about things.

“Sounds like you guys spend a lot of time together. Is that the secret to jumping into the top ten in just seven months?”

Red Riot: Oh god. It’s definitely a part of the reason. Having someone cheering you on – and they know the pain and struggles – is so encouraging. I am honestly so shocked and grateful for the rank that I’m at. I only have my fans and community to thank for constantly supporting me from my debut to my time as a sidekick and then now as an independent pro-hero.

“Can we hear more about that? How is it as an independent pro?”

Red Riot: Being independent has had a pretty steep learning curve. I don’t have a boss to fall back on. I am my new boss! And the boss of my lovely team! It’s intimidating for sure and was the reason why it took me so long to set up my new company. Thankfully, Dynamight has been super great and supportive. He’s been teaching me all the ins and outs of being a boss and I'm so grateful. But other than administrative stuff, everything’s been great! I’m still working with my fellow pros and it’s been all around better for me now that I’m setting my own hours.

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Eijirou came home to their apartment smelling of what could only be savory heaven. 

Katsuki and Eijirou’s day off would finally line up tomorrow. The first one after the ranks were announced. They were tired and swamped with work. They still had their daily meal together, but it would be nice to just spend time together. Sitting next to his husband on the couch while they watch some stupid sitcom. Katsuki’s feet on his lap so that Eijirou can rub and massage them. Yeah, that's life.

Turning the corner from the entryway to the kitchen, Eijirou saw Katsuki at the counter plating up their dinner, probably because he heard Eijirou open the front door. Today’s menu was nikujaga.

God, he loves Katsuki.

“You gonna keep staring or are you gonna come and eat dinner?” Katsuki spoke without even turning to him, still plating the pickles and other side dishes. The nikujaga was saved to be dished out last, so that it would be piping hot by the time that Eijirou was ready and sat at their dining table.

Eijirou really married the perfect man. The prettiest, sexiest, most competent, manliest man is his husband. It wasn’t a shock. It was like they were fated. The way that they fill each other’s flaws, yet there was so much understanding between them. They could only be perfect for each other.

“Love you so much. Let me put my bag away, and I’ll be good to eat, baby,” Eijirou popped into the kitchen to kiss Katsuki's temple and then left for their bedroom. 

Dropping off his duffle, Eijirou noticed their bed. It was freshly made, something that only happens when Katsuki washes their sheets and puts a new set on. It wasn’t surprising. They did laundry often due to Katsuki’s quirk. But Eijirou wanted to help with the task tomorrow since it was a day off. Another thing that he noticed in their bedroom was the projector being set up. Looks like movie night was happening in their bed tonight. He still hoped Katsuki would let him still massage his sore muscles.

Katsuki was already sitting with the dining table all set up. The scent of the food made saliva pool in his mouth. Eijirou knew how to cook, but Katsuki treated even his hobbies as a passion project, so something simple as nikujaga tasted gourmet and michelin-star-worthy. 

“Smells so good, babe,” Eijirou practically answered alongside his stomach with how loud it was growling as well. Katsuki ducked down hiding the blush and smile that was on his face. It wasn’t enough to hide the pink on his ears though.

Katsuki was so reactive to Eijirou. From words to touch to looks, anything about Eijirou made him blush from pride and love.

They started eating. Eijirou took the first bite, and Katsuki followed after the moan of approval from the former.

“There was so much fucking armed robberies recently,” Katsuki surprisingly started the conversation. “Not enough for it all to be connected, but it was at the same rate before the war, after All Might. Hawks called and said there was an uptick in activity with the underground.”

“Think someone or something is finally filling the power gap that All for One left behind with his defeat?” Eijirou asked. He was busy with public appearances since the rankings dropped, and he made his debut into the top ten. 

It wasn’t that he’s neglecting his hero work. Just he had a horrible attention span. Always better with conversation than a stack of papers meant to catch him up on the latest meeting with the Hero Public Safety Commision. Hawks was adamant that they didn’t miss any public appearances though. That having mass panic because a bunch of heroes were in meetings and couldn’t make their appearances in interviews would only state that the HPSC and pros were scared of something that would happen.

Something that the old commission did was that they would call all the heroes in at once to explain everything to make sure that everyone was on the same page. But after the war they learned that it only signaled to AFO and the League of Villains that the heroes found something. And that they were going to act. Of course, having moles also helped with it but it gave them a hint when there was a few hours of a day where no heroes could be found patrolling in a country overflowing with heroes and sidekicks.

Basically, Red Riot has been in high demand as not only a top ten pro but also as a hero beloved by the public.

His schedule was packed to the brim with interviews, variety show appearances, and magazine photoshoots. He barely fits in enough hours for the minimum patrol hours. The press tour of breaching the top ten ranks was exhausting even Eijirou could feel his social battery running on empty soon.

“Probably. Hawks was anticipating something like this would be happening,” Katsuki spoke in between bites. “You would know if you read the docs.”

“You know I can’t sit down long enough to read, baby,” Eijirou whined, completely breaking the serious tone they had talking about work. It was hard to not bring their work home. They had been heroes since they were sixteen. “Besides, I've been stuck in interview hell since the rankings dropped. You know that, sweets.”

“Oh, I know,” Katsuki deadpanned, but his twitching lips gave him away. His eyebrow raised, and Eijirou knew he was in trouble for one of his answers. “You’ve been to every possible interview haven’t you.” 

A pause. Because the holder of his heart loved being dramatic.

“Housemate?” Oh, fuck. Katsuki read that interview with Hero Weekly . Eijirou gave the most PR-rehearsed answers when it came to questions about their relationship. Both of them agreed that staying private was better for the both of them.

It was also really funny how their fans would ship them together, but mainstream media are adamant they are best friends.

“Kats, please,” Eijirou sighed, but the smile on his face showed just how amused he was at his husband’s antics. “They’re non-answers, you know that. We were both media trained at the same time.”

“Eiji,” Katsuki responded softly, lovingly. A smirk broke the neutral facade taking a more teasing tone. “Are you sure? Cause I’m pretty sure you just confirmed our relation in every way but explicitly spelled out.”

Katsuki’s eyes drooped in that drowsy, seductive look that alway made Eijirou cave. If Eijirou’s puppy eyes were killer, making you cave to every request, then Katsuki’s feline eyes made you fold like origami.

“Uh,” Eijirou blanked out. His focus was solely on Katsuki and him alone. The half-eaten food cooled on his plate. “I-I just said things we did when we were friends.”

“Eijirou, did you ever even find a closet to be in?”

“W-what!?”

“Like is it fucking impossible for you to hide all that gayness,” Katsuki dropped the pretense of seduction while Eijirou laughed his lungs out. A soft fond smile as the former rolled his eyes. “Like honestly, Ei. Our friends thought that we were dating the entire time we were friends with each other. Casual was never a fucking option for us.”

“No, it wasn’t,” Eijirou leaned across the table to press a kiss to Katsuki ring. “You were always it for me.”