ps. idk I think kirishima would want someone either stronger or equal to him like the idea of a boxer thoughh🥹 i might not post trw bc i have a stupid test coming up💔 but if i have like 10-15 mins i can do pt 7 of my boxer choso seriess
Pro Hero Kirishima gets hit with a quirk that traps people in the last video game he's played, all while he's asleep.
Okay, I said I was gunna say no to my ideas a lot less this year and I can't stop laughing. I've had Pro Hero Kirishima and Shigaraki bro AUs before, and I've always really enjoyed the idea of them annoying eachother.
This idea spawned while playing raft with a bestie 😅
Thinking about pro hero!Kirishima being a gentle giant with a monster cock.
When he making out with his partner, he knows he can’t hide his erection, so he doesn’t try. Instead, he takes your small hand in his and places it around the imprint of his hard cock. It’s warm and large, filling the width of your palm as he guides you on how to stroke it through his stiff jeans, leading you up and down just the tip of his length.
“Feel that, babe? That’s all you, making me feel so good.” he sighs into your lips before kissing you. His tongue intermingeling with yours as his swallows your moans.
It’s driving him crazy how well you fit in his lap; one hand squeezing the plushness of your ass as his other inches yours up further, toward the cool metal of his zipper. The tip of your fingers grazing at the clothed base of his cock, making him throb.
He can’t wait to see how good it will feel when you have them circled around him, how your little hands would be fighting to make a fist around the girth of his cock. Your sweet throat straining to take him as you jerked the rest of his length with a greedy self-sabotaging need to make him cum while your already straining not to suffocate.
Kirishima breaks away from the kiss then, his tounge still connected to yours by a thin shiny string of saliva. He’s staring into your eyes, dumbly. Red pupils blown out like he’s seen something amazing.
It makes you giggle, half from amusement and half from concern. You hope you didn’t break him.
“Ei, are you okay?”
Kirishima lays you down while nodding. You’ve never heard him be so quiet as he launches himself off the bed. The anticipation having you clenching he stares down at you; his crotch only a few inches away from your face as he starts to undo his zipper, tugging down his pants and boxers until they’re just barely off. His newly freed cock flopping forward to deliver a rude slap to your face.
Your pro hero boyfriend apologizes sweetly as he grasps your chin and tilts it just so until your lips are a hair’s breath away from his leaking tip. The needing throb of his cock forcing you to give it kisses.
“Just need this mouth so bad, sweetie.” he growls. “You’re gonna open up and take it all, aren’t you?”
You dreamily sigh a yes, already slurping on the head as he groans and growls. His hands hooking in your hair to work you down further. Kirishima won’t stand to let himself cum until his balls are slapping against your little pink tounge.
I just want to be enough...
eijiro kirishima x f!reader
MHA: one shots part 2
SUMMARY: Kirishima and you have been dating for three years now and ever since you started dating him, you have noticed his behavior change. Since your first date, he has been trying to be better for you, trying to win against Bakugou who is an impossible match for some people. And it's starting to hurt him.
CONTENT: angst, pro hero au, fluff, not beta read, yearner!eijiro kirishima, upset!eijiro kirishima, dating au.
WORDCOUNT: 1011
WARNING: this doesn't follow the original plot line of MHA, there may be grammar and spelling mistakes since English isn't my first language. this is angst, read at your own risk. ai is not used in my work. holy mischaracterization.
have a fun reading y'all!❤️
Eijiro Kirishima, pro hero number 12, has always been like this. He has always been trying to get better even though he is already better. However during the process, he gets hurt. He always ends up getting hurt. Both physically and emotionally.
As Eijiro's girlfriend, you can do nothing other than just beg him to stop hurting himself but he never listens. His soft lies are nothing to trust, you learned that in the hardest ways.
And now you stand in front of him in your room, confronting him about an extremely difficult and dangerous operation he promised not to attend, but ended up joining to get a better ranking. Tears are spilling from your pained eyes, the paper of proof is crumpled in your grip. "You think you can just play with your life when you have people waiting for you!?"
Eijiro's hands try to reach for you, his own eyes are filled with unshed tears. He knows he messed up. "I'm sorry, babe, please just listen to me—" But you interrupt him with more pained and upsetting words.
No matter his statue and age, Kirishima has never been the type to hold his tears away from you. Although he used to. Back in high school, he would never ever show his tears to you because he used to think it was so unmanly of him but now he understands. He can cry, especially near you. "Your injuries just healed and you signed another death operation, you even tried to hide the contract from me!"
"I just want to be enough for you..!" Eijiro's voice makes you freeze, his hands tugging on his pajamas you got him. It has small blond Pomeranian prints on the red, soft fabric.
"Enough for me..? Eijiro you are already enough for me, where did you get that idea from?" Your voice softens after seeing his tears falling before you, his hands tugging on his t-shirt like a sad child.
"I'm not! And I want to be enough for you, better for you. I want to be someone you can be proud and show off. But I can't even get to the top ten." He wipes his tears along with his nose. "I want you to be able to go around and proudly say you are dating the number one hero Eijiro Kirishima. Not the weak, number twelve Eijiro Kirishima."
You can't even believe what you are hearing. You are proud of him, more than anything. You can always go around and mention you are dating him. You are never ashamed of him so why is he acting like you are embarrassed of him...? "How can you even say that when I am more than proud of you?"
You wipe your tears before continuing. "Eijiro... we started dating when we were still students at U.A. There were no rankings back then. No numbers, no fame." You shake your head while biting on your bottom lip to not let out a sob. It hurts you how much he has been hurting himself just to prove himself to you. "I didn’t fall in love with you because I thought you’d become the number one hero someday. I fell in love with you because you were just Kirishima."
"I just wanted Eijiro Kirishima, not number one. And I don't want this for you, this death penalty just because you want to be better for me." You raise your other hand to the paper contract and rip it into two pieces.
He wipes his tears with both hands as he just lets himself cry after your words. "I just—I just want to be enough for you..." He broke down. Right now, he is as vulnerable and weak as he can get.
"You are enough for me..." You slowly take him into your arms, he immediately buries his face into the crook of your neck, hands wrapping around your waist tight enough to leave you slightly breathless. He needed this for a long time... "I am always proud of you."
"I want to be better... I want to win more, I want to be the number one—for you..." Eijiro's voice is soft and muffled against your skin, the teared paper falls from your hand as you continue hugging him.
He pulls back just slightly to face you, his lips plant a gentle kiss to yours. "Don't be number one for me, because for me you are everything. You can be the worst hero in the world and you will always be my number one in this world." You whisper against his lips.
"I am...?" He asked tenderly.
"You are, Eijiro... and you will never be lower than what you are right now, if anything, you'll be more day by day." Your hand caresses his strangely plump and squeezable cheek that's wet from tears.
"You are so kind to me... it's like you are my angel," he murmurs as he leans into your gentle touch.
"There is no reason to not be kind to you," You shake your head while talking. Your words mean everything to him, he knows it is to reassure him that he is worthy of kindness and love. His eyes shine with something other than tears, but love.
Eijiro Kirishima is truly, madly, deeply in love with you.
"I love you, so much... Did you know that?" He asked, voice barely over a whisper.
You snicker quietly at his actually dumb question. Of course you know he loves you. You have known that since first year of UA, even when you guys weren't dating he used to make it extremely obvious.
"Like I can stay oblivious to that." You roll your eyes before planting a small peck to the tip of his nose. "I love you too, baby." You repeat his words but in a different tone.
"Gosh, I wish I could freeze the time and stay in this moment for years but that wouldn't be so manly now, would it?
Pairing: Alpha!Kirishima x Omega!BakugouSister!Reader
Warnings: Omegaverse, cheating? pregnancy,
Word Count: 5100+
A/N: I've been working on this one for so long, and I do really like it, if I do say so myself. The ending I feel is a little bit rushed but I felt that their stroy was completed and I didn't need to write anymore - Tiff <3
Summary: Kirishima was a strong alpha. Everything you could want a partner. There had been multiple times in which you had almost kissed, but you both knew what it was. Both of you are too afraid to speak about it. But what happens when the door is opened and somebody forgets.
Life always finds a way to screw you over, it was the constant fact in your life that you truly believed. You had a really strong quirk but your brother Katsuki was better. You got accepted into an amazing hero school Shiketau but Katsuki got into U.A. and worked under All Might. You had made it into the TOP 20 heroes after graduating but your brother was in the TOP 3. Your core unit of friends let their jealousy of your success take over and you were alone, Katsuki had a great amazing group of friends. Your first hero agency closed shortly after it opened, whereas Katsukis was booming. You were born omega into a family of Alphas. Although you spent most of your life comparing yourself to Katsuki, I mean how could you not, you were a year younger than him and almost identical in every way. You would do anything for each other.
That why when your friends abandoned you, Katsuki brought you along to all his friends' meet ups. Your agency failed? He brought you on as his sidekick. When you made the top 20 and your parents didn't bat an eyelid, Katsuki threw a huge celebration in your honour. You also helped him, you were his main translator for his friends, and of course you helped him hugely in his public image. Eventually when he realised his feelings for his childhood friend Midroiya, you basically set them up. You helped his group of friends, well your friends now. Mina with boys and fashion. Denki with how to navigate relationships. Sero with his art and Kirishima. Oh Kirishima… you guys were as thick as thieves. Always together, always talking and training together. There was always laughing, flirting, scenting and advice. Kirishima was a strong alpha. Everything you could want a partner. There had been multiple times in which you had almost kissed, or called each other up during rut/heat but never spoke during the calls only pants and whimpers but you both knew what it was. Both of you are too afraid to speak about it.
That's why it wasnt that surprising when Kirishima showed up to a hero event with some random omega on his arm. Katsuki stayed close to you that night. You both never spoke on the topic of you and Kirishima but you felt that Katsuki always knew that you were in love with him. A week or two after that event you decided it was best to distance yourself from Kirishima, he was in a relationship and in respect for the omega he was dating you pulled away. It had been months since the two of you spoke, let alone hung out with each other. It was like the two of you took it in turns subconsciously to go to friend hang outs or events. It was working well, until it didn’t.
It was late at night, and you were startled by a pounding on your front door. Jumping into action you ran to the door ready to fight whomever was on the other side. Without looking through the peephole you swung the door open, and raised your hand only to be met by Kirishima. Your eyes met, and you dropped your hand. The scent coming from Kirishima was one of sadness and desperation.
“Eijirou, what's wrong? What's happened?” You asked, bringing your hands to his face, turning it to yours as you scan his body for injury.
“I don’t know what I’m doing, I keep messing it all up.” He hangs his head low, tears falling from his eyes. You throw yourself into his arms, realising calming pheromones.
“Don’t be silly Eiji, I'm sure whatever happened with your omega we can fix it.”
“See that's just it” He replied, holding you tighter and breathing you in.
“She’s not my omega, you are, you always have been, and I keep on messing things up for us. So I broke it off with her and came straight here, you're so perfect for me and i-” Kirishima has stopped talking and started to kiss your neck, sucking on your pheromones spots. You allowed him and was so wrapped up in the thought of him actually wanting you. For a split moment you took a breath to assess the situation and could smell a scent in the air.
“Please y/n, I need you so much, it hurts me.” He whimpered and continued to kiss you.
“Eiji wait…… Stop…. For a moment….. KIRISHIMA” You hit the side of his head and he let you go, looking at you. His pupils were blown and you could instantly tell he was heading into a rut. You could feel your body react to his, you knew you shouldn’t do this but you wanted to, you wanted him so bad.
“Please y/n, let me be your alpha tonight?” He pleaded.
You looked into his eyes, and thought what was the worst thing that might happen? You walked to your bedroom door, Kirishima was frozen in place. Looking over your shoulder you say to him.
“So are you coming?”
Kirishima ran to you. Slamming your front door and tearing his clothes off, leaving them in pieces on the floor.
You awoke the next morning, limbs hurting but feeling very satisfied. Stretching your arm out you felt around for Kirishima but could not feel him, his side of the bed cold. The scent of him in the air was stale. Your heart plummeted, he ran, did he regret it? Why did he leave without saying goodbye or at least talk about what happened?
Your phone buzzed and you reached for it to see a message from Bakugou, telling you of a Lunch meet up that was happening.
After spending a few hours feeling sorry for yourself you decided to go and see your brother , not that you would tell him what happened but right now you needed family. Throwing the most random outfit together you left the house and made your way to the location.
Arriving a little bit late you made yourself known to the group, everyone said their hellos and returned to Denki story. You turned to Bakugou and he stood to hug you, he breathed you in and pulled back with a confused look on his face.
“Really, don’t ask” You say to him, and take the seat beside him. Bakugou simply nodded and sat back down.
After a few minutes had passed and the door to the cafe opened, in walked Kirishima with an omega on his arm, the same omega he had told you he had broken up with.
“Hey guys, I wanted to introduce you all to my Omega, Crystal.” Kirishima said to the group, and the omega beside him squealed. You reach for Bakugou’s hand and squeeze it tight, Bakugou leant forward blocking you from them. Kirishima noticed this and saw you.
“omg y/n, I haven’t seen you in so long.” He spoke and rushed over to you, hugged you tightly. You were very confused by this, “Damn y/n, you smell all like an alpha, we definitely have to catch up.” He says again and ruffles your hair. “And you smell like a liquor bar.” You say back so no one would look into your weird behaviour.
“Yeah, I went out last night, ended up on a bender and don’t remember the rest, Crystal found me this morning on the front door step smelling all kinds of awful.” He said, pulling the chair out that was beside you and jested to Crystal to talk to everyone. Kirishima had his eyes all over her, watching her talk to the group. She was getting on well with Mina. Kirishima put his arm around the back of your chair.
“So what’s new, who's this Alpha?” He asks you.
“It’s nothing, a mistake.” You respond, not wanting to engage with him further.
“Nah it can’t be, come on, don't be shy, we can all see the new bite marks.” He jokes, tickling your side. “BACK OFF KIRISHIMA.” you snap, everyone at the table had stopped and looked at you with pity.
Inside your omega was crying, she couldn’t believe this was happening. He abandoned us, never wanted us, used us, used us, dirty dirty dirty, not clean.
“I’m sorry y/n, I meant nothing by it.” He says and tries to get you to look at him. He reaches for your hand. You pull away, bad omega, dirty, not worthy, not wanted by alpha. You needed to get away from him, from this situation. Kirishima looks beyond you at your brother, Bakugou shakes his head as if to say he will sort you out.
“I need to leave, I have an appointment.” You say to the group, Bakugou goes for your hand, you grab it. Turning to Crystal and Kirishima, “So lovely to meet you, so sorry I have to run.” You force a smile onto your face, squeezing Bakugous for support, “Goodbye Eiji,” You whisper, and turn to the rest of your friends, “Bye guys, catch ya later.” You smile big and leave the group.
There was only one place you needed to be, and that was your nest and more importantly you needed to get rid of all the smell of Kirishima out of your house and nest. Much more important than that you needed to forget it ever happened.
Pairing: ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader
Word count: 4,670
Series Content Warnings: Little bit of a slow start... Graphic Depictions of Past Abuse & Trauma Response | Profuse Usage of Pet Names / All-around Softness | Bakugo Experienced Work-Related Trauma (causing near deafness, being put on leave from the agency, PTSD) | Eventual smut™ (will be tagged in individual chapters - to include but not limited to KiriBaku, HybridxHybrid, Hybrid heat trope, sex toy usage).
*Not proofread.
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Bakugo watched as the Director turned to see where he was motioning toward, watching as your form disappears down the hallway until you and the staff member turned a final corner at the end, completely leaving view. She stood silent for a moment, worrying Bakugo as her eyes were trained on the now empty hallway. Her silence stretched on and made Bakugo’s skin itch, until she turned to him with such a thoughtful look it stunned him.
“The puppy hybrid?” She questioned him, and he confirmed with a nod.
“Yes,” he stated simply, “she’s fond of Red Riot and his hybrid TetsuTetsu and I enjoyed her company during the event tonight – though I didn’t catch her name,” and as he trailed off the Director’s mouth quirked up in a slight smile.
“She doesn’t have one she has ever cared to share,” she mused. “Mostly she just accepts when people call her ‘Puppy’ or whatever else, honestly.” The sigh the Director let go at whatever thought was in her head left Bakugo curious, but he wanted to tread carefully. “I’m not opposed to this idea; she did just get sent back to us about six months ago which has been easy enough to navigate though she has gotten returned to us a total of seven times in the last five years since her initial rescue,” Bakugo waited for the Director to go on, watching with bated breath as she seemed to gather her thoughts. “She is well-mannered and easy to handle but she has been through some tremendously heinous things before her rescue five years ago, and it appears something happens in the homes she's adopted into where a precipice gets reached that cause the adopters to return her... we’ve been trying to uncover more of what may be causing this issue but haven’t been successful,” the Director’s voice trailed off into a whisper as she mouthed something to herself, Bakugo not able to pick up on the words. Her eyes seemed far away as she put her hand to her chin, massaging the skin thoughtfully before continuing. “I agree her being around TetsuTetsu would be a positive to have in a new home as they became quite close while he was here with her, she also did take a liking to Red Riot, and she seems to have gotten comfortable around you quickly. Yes, I wouldn’t be opposed to this at all but given her background you’re going to need to be more prepared – I would like for you to meet with her rehabilitation counselor, Hana, to go over her background and ensure you’re ready to take on this responsibility. I won’t tell you no, Mr. Bakugo, but I want you to have the full picture beyond this day so you can make an informed decision for yourself – and of course per our policy the hybrid will have the final say.”
Bakugo only nodded along to the Director’s speech, agreeing to meet with your counselor, he wanted to know more about you and be the best he could be for you. His thoughts were at war with himself wondering if what he would learn would somehow change his mind in taking you on, and the competitive drive to be your last home – to not fold like the weak extras before him who returned you.
Fucking cowards.
Bakugo was led by the Director to a different wing of the facility where he was going to have an initial meeting with Hana - your rehabilitation counselor - to discuss your past, habits, temperament and his prospective adoption of you. He waited on a small, uncomfortable chair outside of Hana's office as she had an existing appointment already. Five minutes turned to ten, turned to twenty before Bakugo's leg ceased to bounce with the opening of the office door.
“I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Bakugo,” Hana was a stout woman in her mid-thirties, Bakugo assessed, with shoulder-length mousy brown hair and equally kind brown eyes. Her smile crinkled her eyes, and puffed her cheeks in an endearing way that reminded him of how some grandmothers were drawn in his favorite manga's – always smiling, radiating kindness. He was instantly put at ease.
“No problem,” he responded, his tone of voice always coming off slightly confrontational no matter how he tried to soften it, “I appreciate you seeing me on short notice.”
“Please come in,” Hana motioned for Bakugo to enter, and he did. Her office was brightly lit by the large windows taking up a full wall, with a view of one of the many expansive and breathtaking gardens that seemed to surround the facility itself, like the one he spent time with you in the center. Bakugo was motioned to a seat, and he gladly fell into the plush chair across from Hana, who had a thick file on her desk with your photo pinned to it. “So, I understand you’re interested in our little Puppy,” Hana began, staring Bakugo down but in the least confrontational way.
“Yes,” Bakugo cleared his throat, words almost getting stuck with his nerves. “I’ve been able to spend some time with her, and I have regular contact with Red Riot and TetsuTetsu who she’s friends with – I feel like the benefits outweigh anything else...” Bakugo’s voice trailed off as she noted Hana thumbing through your file, red eye straining to see whatever was in there he could before he realized it was being presented to him. He took it, admiring the adorable photo of you on the front of the folder, before he thumbed it open and was stopped in his tracks.
Bakugo could hear Hana speaking but his ears flooded with white noise, her voice sounded faraway as he eyed the photos that appeared to be dated from your initial rescue.
So many of the photos documented your face and body, sunken cheeks, deep, dark circles and matted hair, blood dried and flaking on your skin and in your hair and fur. Tail matted and bloodied, nothing like the plush little cloud that followed you now. He thumbed through more photos as the bruises and lacerations across your body worsened, evidence of your malnutrition and abuse painted on your body and in your eyes.
Your eyes.
They looked so empty, so far away, compared to the glistening little jewels he could get lost in now. The way the light shimmered from within you through them, compared to the photos he was looking at, astounded him. A small scribble in red ink, in the margin of your first physical check-up stopped his heart.
Bait hybrid.
He could see the wounds across your body transform to fit the picture now the closer he examined them. How so many of them showcased the outline of different sized jaws, deep-set wounds from teeth that tore into you. Bruises that bled out into the shape of hands. In a few of the photos you had bruises consistent with being bound by the wrists and ankles, even a close-up of a deep burn around your throat where a rope would have once been. He read over the extensive notes, one of which being a transcription from a recording:
2:03 A.M. Entered the suspect villa through the front and rear entrances, encountered hostile human guards as well as trained fighting hybrids – all wolves – taken down alive and handed over to the OPS Team.
2:07 A.M. Descended into the basement area and found a hybrid chained to a wall with a rope tightly pulled around the neck. Appears to be a puppy hybrid, unmoving, possibly deceased?
2:09 A.M. Confirmed puppy hybrid alive. Signs of serious abuse, suspect bait hybrid within a larger hybrid fighting ring, released the puppy hybrid from the bindings, examined and took photos for records.
2:13 A.M. Puppy hybrid attacked one of the OPS Team, confirmed attempted head touch, possible sensitive area as demeanor has changed once the area is avoided.
2:34 A.M. Have confirmed residence cleared of all human and hybrid residents. All humans detained by OPS Team for arrest and conviction, all aggressive wolf hybrids detained by OPS Team for evaluation by hybrid specialists to assess for rehabilitation. Puppy hybrid sent with the Musutafu Rehabilitation Rep for assessment and consideration for foster program.
Bakugo had continued to read through your file, through the different times you were adopted and sent back – your interviews upon re-arrival regarding what happened in the homes was a topic you avoided speaking on. There were notes that you always ended up biting someone in the household but would never delve into the details of what triggered the event. Bakugo read in the interviews with the adopters that the incidents all happened when they would go to pet you, they had mentioned being able to have physical contact with you before, so they weren’t sure what had changed when it came to petting your head.
When Bakugo finally shut the file, he found Hana’s kind eyes regarding him carefully. He swallowed hard, the lump of anxiety lodged in his throat after seeing and reading the details of your past, it was all weighing heavily on him. You didn’t act like someone should after having gone through so much. He’s surprised even in your earlier interviews with Hana no notes were made mentioning any anger – why weren’t you raging at everything those bastards did to you? It almost appeared like you simply accepted it.
Accepted that life was filled with things like that.
“As you can see, Mr. Bakugo, our little puppy has been run through quite the gamut,” Hana started, accepting the file back from Bakugo’s shaking hand. “Her temperament is quite agreeable given the circumstances, but she does have habits that have caused issues in her previous homes,” Hana paused to regard Bakugo some more and continued. “Given what I have read regarding your situation and the needs for your foster pair based off what the Director has observed I agree with her assessment that you would be a good fit for our puppy – even more so with your ties to two others who would greatly help her transition back into a home. I would only ask that you give me weekly updates on her progress as she encounters new things in your home, that she still meets with me on a monthly basis until it is decided it is no longer needed, and I would appreciate you setting up some visits with Red Riot for her to spend time with TetsuTetsu – those two were thick as thieves when they were both homed here.”
Bakugo only nodded along, agreeing to any and every caveat needed to move the process forward with you. For someone so independent, so brash and unforgiving of himself and others, who prided himself on only needing to rely on himself, his instincts when it came to you were screaming at him to protect you. To show you a life beyond the scope of what you’ve been subjected to. To be the last home you would ever have, ever need, ever want. Something about your looks initially caught his eye – how precious, and tiny, you looked curled up in Kirishima’s arms, how easily he could imagine holding you the very same way. Something in him was inexplicably pulling him to you, and he only hoped you enjoyed talking with him enough to consider coming home with him.
Bakugo left the facility with high hopes, but an equally heavy heart.
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Three weeks had passed. Three long, insufferable weeks but Bakugo busied himself with all the required classes on hybrid rehabilitation and ownership; he even went to all his own therapies and treatments without so much as a grumble. Today was one of the days he was returning to the hybrid center to see you, under the guise of attending the center’s bi-annual adoption introduction event as a Pro Hero endorsement liaison – an event where the community members interested in adopting a hybrid can come and meet those up for adoption in a friendly and open environment, not unlike a picnic or field day.
He was dressed up in his hero gear, gauntlets heavy against his chest as he stood with his arms crossed. He was already briefed by the center Director, who stated that while you weren’t officially up for adoption at this time you would be attending the event in the interest of giving him more time with you in an informal setting, and as a test of your social abilities with strangers. Presently, Bakugo had been here since the first hour of the event set-up. He has seen a variety of citizens and Pro Heros alike come through and spend time alongside the adoptable hybrids, eating, chatting, playing games and listening to different informative chats with the staff as they set up spread out around the park on the center grounds they currently set up on. He hadn’t yet caught a glimpse of you but there’s no certainty you were brought down with the rest of the adoptable hybrids first thing this morning. The day was about halfway through as he waited impatiently, Bakugo assessed by the Sun’s position, red eyes scanning the area around him cautiously – he didn’t anticipate any trouble but given that the Director asked him to be here on an official capacity first, he knew there had to be a reason.
Bakugo began to walk around, his arms now at his sides, though still buzzing with ready energy. His demeanor relaxed, although you couldn’t tell from his features with his mouth set in a hard line and his eyes narrowed and sharp. He took in the sight of happy hybrids interacting with people unafraid of what the interaction would bring, could see how their eyes sparkled and crinkled with laughter as they ran around. His heart was filling up with such a light feeling seeing how happy everyone was to interact, and his hopes only lifted at the thought of at least one of the hybrids here finding a good match, and forever home. He wondered how it felt for them, to still have such hope and trust in others after what they each had gone through. He was staring fondly at some hybrids and humans playing a game of hacky sack when the back of his neck prickled with an odd feeling. His eyes darted around swiftly, taking in everyone as he tried to identify the cause of this uneasy feeling, his damaged hearing causing everything that he was once zoned in on to become muffled white noise – the high-pitched ringing becoming worse as the panic rose in his chest. The edges of Bakugo’s vision blurred as he tried to take in steady gulps of air, spinning around to see more of the area around him. That’s when he caught it – caught sight of you.
Or rather, you while stood in an uncomfortable lean away from a man who deemed it appropriate to hover so closely over you. Bakugo’s blood boiled as his palms popped and sizzled, his quirk threatening to activate, but he simply clenched his fists and stalked over to where you were, and for such a large and imposing man Bakugo certainly didn’t lack stealth as he quietly approached you both.
“You really are something special, a delectable little cutie,” this absolute piece of trash extra had the nerve to learn in and smell the hair on your head. “You know you're exactly what I’ve been looking for! The shelters and breeders in my area just don’t have any cute female hybrid companions,” the whiney tone of the off-putting man caused Bakugo’s anger to flare but he wanted to see where this was going and where you’d take it before he made a move he’d regret. “Society has moved into acceptance of human-hybrid relationships, but they just don’t offer any that are cute enough to fuc-! Aughgk!” Bakugo’s hand wrapped around the man and cut off his sentence with a gurgled choke the same moment you had turned on the man and sunk your canines into his forearm. The man’s hands came up to scramble and tried to pull Bakugo’s grip off his throat but to no avail, his arm where your teeth were still buried wiggled weakly to get you to let go.
“Release, Puppy,” Bakugo’s voice wasn’t harsh as it was directed toward you, but his tone left no room for disobedience and you let go, flattening yourself against the nearest tree to where you were stood. “Y’know, it’s people like you that make things harder for hybrids, scum like you make things unsafe for those who’ve already been through enough,” Bakugo’s anger was boiling to the surface, but it wasn’t a moment after he tightened his grip on the guys throat that security for the event came and gently touched the Pro’s shoulder, stating they would handle it from there. Bakugo relented only when he saw you still standing frozen in place, hiding against the tree a few feet away from the scene. Bakugo gave the pathetic man one last toothy, evil grin which caused the man to cower before he turned to you, kneeling on one knee to not look so imposing in all his Pro gear.
“Hey Puppy,” to anyone who knew Bakugo, they wouldn’t recognize the man who softened just as he did. Kneeled in front of you with a breeze-soft tone, cooing and holding his hand out for you to take; even when he rescued women and children he was as hard as ever, a regular criticism he was met with from the tabloids, and his own agency. “You were ready to fight, huh pup?” Bakugo’s voice held a humorous lilt, and your ears perked toward him as your eyes finally met his. “You did a real good job there, Puppy, didn’t need my help at all huh?” Your ears twitched like they wanted to flatten against your head, given your crestfallen expression, but they didn’t budge – cute little fluffy triangles Bakugo desperately found himself wanting to reach for if he didn’t already know your past triggers.
“M’sorry,” you mumbled out, slowly taking the hand Bakugo still had extended and when his fingers closed around yours, he pulled you gently to him. “I didn’t mean to bite,” your voice was small, and you began to shake in his arms, and he only pulled you closer, tucking your head beneath his chin and wrapping his arms tightly around you until the shaking subsided.
“It’s okay Puppy,” Bakugo assured you, “it’s okay to bite someone when they’re trying to hurt you. Standing up for yourself is okay.” Bakugo could feel you relax completely in his arms as he finally looked around him, seeing the Director, Hana and a couple other staff standing back from the two of you by about ten feet.
“I was told not to bite though,” you mumbled again, sighing as you rested your head against Bakugo’s arms.
“Listen to me Puppy,” Bakugo argued, “biting someone is okay when you have a reason – like defending yourself or someone else.”
“Have a reason...” you murmured more to yourself, but Bakugo caught it, just giving you a reassuring pat on your shoulder before standing with you in his arms, your nose nuzzling against the column of Bakugo’s throat sending an involuntary shiver down his spine as the cold touch ignited something within him.
“Mr. Bakugo, can you and our little Puppy come with me? The police who arrested the man want statements,” The Director spoke softly as she watched you, remaining silent as she lead you both back into the building.
“You up for that, Puppy?” Bakugo watched as you gave a small nod, still nosing at his throat and taking in small, rapid breaths. “What’cha doing there, hm?” Bakugo raised his eyebrows as he heard you whisper, ‘smell different’, and just continued with whatever it was you were doing rubbing against him, and he had to admit a certain comfort came from your cold nose against his warm skin. No more than an hour had passed with you and Bakugo giving your individual statements, he was waiting on a lounge sofa situated in one of the common rooms while you were in a closed office with the officers. Bakugo’s anxiety was back in full force with his leg bouncing a mile a minute, his heart beating furiously against his chest wall and his palms were sweaty and ready to set off, the acrid smell of blackened sugar giving hint to the quirk activation. Bakugo hadn’t realized he was disassociating until he felt a light pressure on his lap. His eyes refocused and brought him back to reality when he noticed you were sitting on his lap, straddling his legs as you laid your body against his, your arms wrapped tightly around him as far as you could go. “What’cha doin’, Puppy?” Bakugo grumbled, heart still hammering in his chest.
“TetsuTetsu used to hug me tight tight tight when I would have a bad dream,” you stated simply, “and you smelled like you needed to be hugged tight tight tight, too.” You just laid your head against his chest over his heart and Bakugo soon found his heartrate slowing down, even though he was certain you were too light to apply what he knew to be deep pressure therapy, his cheeks burned with a cherry tinge and his heart swelled at the sight. Though you lacked enough weight to successfully do what you were trying to do, your proximity to him calmed him all the same.
“S’good, Puppy,” Bakugo mumbled out softly and you beamed up at him as you tilted your head against his chest to meet his gaze, your fluffy tail thumping away happily behind you. “Did such a good job f’me.” Without thinking Bakugo had reached up of his own accord, and rough palm went soft against the silky top of your head, ears splitting away where his hand patted the crown of your head.
Snap!
A soft, almost indiscernible sound was heard, but even Bakugo picked it up as he zeroed in on you in his lap. Your body had frozen in its place, you weren’t even breathing as he took in the sight of you.
A small, broken rubber band was lying on the lounge sofa just beside you both, your breathing going from zero to a hundred as you began to take in panicked gulps of air. Bakugo looked up and saw one of your ears, normally cute little sharp triangles above your head, but now one was lying flopped against your head, folded over although he could see irritation and fur loss where the rubber band had been, presumably for a very long time. You went to scramble out of his lap, but Bakugo grabbed you and anchored you down against him, you were panicking and even tried to bite his forearms where you could reach but your little fangs couldn’t penetrate his Pro Hero costume, the gear made for battle and hits much stronger than your little bite force quotient*.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorryI’msorrym’sorrysorry,” your eyes were glazed over, far-away and deep in a memory as you shook in his arms, fighting to get out of his grip with an admirable strength even though it didn’t compare to the little force he was exerting to keep you in place. Bakugo could see the Director and Hana, who had still been standing nearby dealing with the police officers from earlier, frozen and watching the scene, Hana was stopped by the Director before she had a chance to intervene – the Director watched on with an intent gaze. Bakugo held you with one arm, holding you against him as he used his other hand to reach up and head toward the ear still standing up tall – you snapped and bit onto the guard that usually seated itself beneath his gauntlets, fangs trying hard to tear flesh enough to get him to release you, you shook your head gently but it didn’t do much to stop Bakugo as he touched your other ear and soon heard a similar snap with the small plastic ring, now broken, falling to the floor. You were growling now, not releasing his wrist guard as you glared at him, but he could see it in your eyes: fear.
“Puppy,” Bakugo warned, tone deep and steady. “Release.” You gave an indignant snort through your nose, the gentle puff of air hitting Bakugo’s face as he held you in front of him, a quirk to the corner of his lips giving away his amusement at your fight. His eyes soon narrowed, sharp and deadly, and soon you found yourself slowly unlocking your jaw as he pulled his arm away from you. With all the fight drained out of you at his command, Bakugo watched as your eyes began to well up with tears, which clumped your lashes and fell down your cheeks in fat streaks, your nose moistening as you sniffled and relaxed against the iron grip still holding you in place against him. Bakugo released his grip on you, and you just fell forward against him, sniffling and letting the tears fall unhindered. Bakugo’s arms wrapped around you loosely as he brought both his hands up around the back of your head, fingers normally clenched in fists or pointed at villains and firing off deadly explosions now gently rubbing the soft fur of your ears as he got a closer look at what irritation he caught sight of earlier and what he saw made his stomach turn. “Why did you have rubber bands on your ears, Pup?” His tone was so marshmallow-y soft it melted away what remained of your fight or flight and left you just feeling surrounded in the best of ways. Made you feel like you hadn’t felt quite enough before...
Safe.
“They said floppy ears were for filthy, cheap mutts, and they had spent too much money on me,” your voice got small as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth, tiny fang drawing a pinprick of blood. “They sent me to go get them cropped because Master would pull my ears too hard whenever he saw them, but I didn’t wanna go-” a choked sob cut off your sentence, but you drew in a breath as Bakugo carded his fingers through your hair, occasionally reaching back up to gently rub your ears between his fingers. “I didn’t wanna go again because the first time they put me to sleep I woke up hurting so bad, so instead I went to the market and took rubber bands from the flower bouquets and wrapped my ears with bandages to look like I went... the other hybrids who got their ears cropped were in so much pain I didn’t wanna be in any more pain, I’m sorry I bit you I didn’t mean to I-” your rambling cut off as Bakugo pulled you tightly against his chest, face smushed against hard muscle as he just applied all-over pressure and soon you found yourself relaxing in his lap.
“Nothing about you is filthy, or cheap, or wrong.” Bakugo stated simply.
You didn’t anticipate the reaction you had when you heard those words, but the second they left the blonde’s mouth you were sobbing against his chest, fisting his hero costume and shaking as he simply let you sit with all you were feeling. Bakugo had continued to look up and check in with the Director and Hana; Hana, who Bakugo noted, was recording the pair with her phone – probably for records and research purposes. Bakugo didn’t mind one bit if it helped you in the end to be understood more. The Director was watching the whole scene unfold, taken back by the days' events already and hardly expecting what came of it – but she knew it more certainly than she did the weeks before when Bakugo first mentioned his interest in you.
You two were meant for each other.
*Bite force quotient (BFQ) is a numerical value commonly used to represent the bite force of an animal, while also taking factors like the animal's size into account.
