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t0wnspersonb · 4 years

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Day Off (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader)

Word Count: 2,158

Warnings: FLUFF, bad language, suggestive language, my shit writing lmao

Summary: You hardly ever got to spend time with your husband, so when he has a day off, well, your heart can’t help but be entirely full. Especially when you see him interacting with your children.

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Anonymous said:

Hello💜💜 I was wondering if you could make an fluff/smut imagine about where Bakugou where the reader is his beloved wife they both have kids and just shows how their daily lives are. Btw I’m a huge fan of your imagines🥰

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I hope you enjoy this request anon! I didn’t do smut this time around, but here is some fluffy papa Bakugou for you! Also thank you so much for your kind words! I’m so glad you like my shit writing lol.

I always enjoy writing fluffy shit like this lmao. I love Bakugou with all my fucking heart and I hope you guys enjoy this too!

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You loved your family, you would do anything for them, the unconditional love that you held in your heart was something that would never be questioned.

But sometimes, you loved your alone time just a tad bit more.

Like now.

The house was clean, the house was quiet; and you actually got to enjoy a nice hot cup of coffee, fresh and incredibly delicious for your sleep deprived senses.

You were an early riser, maybe it was because of all the morning training and runs that Bakugou had forced you to do when you guys were younger, or maybe it was because when you had kids you had realized that there just wasn’t enough time in the day to get everything done.

Quite possibly it was the latter.

But everything was done, the laundry, the dishes, sweeping and mopping, you had gone to the grocery store yesterday, a surprisingly pleasant trip since the kids were actually behaving for once.

You owe it to your husband, who had gotten off of his hero duties early yesterday and had helped you around the house, and he was off today.

The first time in a long time.

You probably should’ve lingered in your shared bed just a little longer, you hardly had alone time with the explosion hero as it was, but… you had been dying to read the new book that you had gotten weeks ago. Bakugou could handle waking up alone for one day, right?

“Are you fucking kidding me? You shit nerd, how long have you been doing this?” his familiar gruff voice sighed from the entrance of the living room.

You glanced up from your book, a small smile tugging at your lips as you took in his sleepy figure.

Bakugou’s blonde hair was even more disheveled, his sweats hung low on his hips, one of his large hands was underneath his shirt, absentmindedly scratching at the skin that stretched across his sculpted stomach.

You took a lot of pleasure in the fact that you got to see the most popular pro hero so domestic, so casual.

His ring caught the morning light streaming through the window, glinting beautifully as he stretched out his muscular arms above his head, his shirt rising up, exposing the lower half of his stomach to your greedy eyes. His biceps bulged out beautifully against the sleeves of his shirt.

You also took pleasure in just staring at your husband, that beautiful specimen of a man was all yours.

“What time is it?” you asked.

“Almost 9.”

“Hmmm. Since 4:30 then?” You pondered, placing your bookmark between the pages, and closing the book completely, placing it on the coffee table.

Bakugou made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat as he padded off towards the kitchen.

You laughed softly to yourself, following after the muscular male.

“Stop fucking staring at me.” Bakugou grumbled, vermilion eyes sliding over to you briefly as he drank down his glass of water.

“Can’t a wife just look at her husband?” you asked innocently, he walked over to you, his hands coming down on either side of your face, squeezing your cheeks together tightly.

“Not when the wife ditches her husband in the morning to read a stupid fucking book.” he sneered.

You laughed, grabbing at his much larger hands, and pulling them away from your face.

“I’m sorry Katsu, what can I do to make it up to you?” you teased lightly.

You shouldn’t have asked.

A wicked smirk stretched across his face. “Get on your knees.” his voice was husky, commanding as he stared at you, daring you to challenge him.

You could feel your lips part at his words, a pink blush beginning to dust your cheeks.

It had been a long time since you -

“Mama?”

The moment was gone completely, the wide smirk that Bakugou wore turned into a deep scowl.

“Good morning baby.” you cooed turning to look at your small child. He was the spitting image of Bakugou, but he was the sweetest boy, completely unlike his father.

He rubbed at his small eyes before they landed on Bakugou, a sweet smile stretching across his face.

“Papa. Up.” he held out his little arms, urging Bakugou to pick him up.

You could see the scowl visibly melting away from Bakugou’s face, replaced with a gentle one as he gazed at his son.

It was hard for Bakugou, being able to spend time with his children, despite how rough he was, how crude his words could be; he was a wonderful father, a wonderful husband.

You were entirely lucky.

Bakugou easily swung his child up into his muscular arms. Your son sighing in happiness as he rests his head against Bakugou’s broad shoulders, his thumb coming up to rest between his lips.

The sight of the two of them together melted your heart completely, clenching tightly in your chest as Bakugou pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your son’s head.

“Papa’s home today?” Another familiar voice spoke. You turned to see your daughter staring at Bakugou in curiosity.

She was the oldest, and the spitting image of you, except… well her personality was entirely her father’s.

“Why don’t you guys go watch some cartoons while I get breakfast started?” you hummed.

“Come on you shit stain.” Bakugou ruffled his daughter’s hair, urging her out of the kitchen into the living room.

You and your daughter frowned, you at the fact that he just called your child a shit stain, and her because he messed up her already messy hair.

“Your breath smells like shit Papa.” your daughter said, tone annoyed as she shoved his hand away from her head.

You sighed tiredly, hand resting on the side of your face.

“Oi, you aren’t allowed to curse.” Bakugou scolded, a large tick mark appearing on his forehead and he grabbed your daughter’s head pushing her out of the kitchen.

You could hear their loud bickering fading into the living room, causing you to sigh deeply once again.

But a smile twitched on your lips, it had been a long time since you guys got to enjoy the morning together like this.

When you had finally finished cooking breakfast you went to go grab the rest of your family.

Your heart melted at the sight. Bakugou held both kids in his arms, your children looking incredibly small as they cuddled up against their father.

Despite the fact that your eldest and Bakugou always fought, she was a daddy’s girl through and through. Bakugou’s fingers combed through her unruly hair absentmindedly, while his other hand rubbed up and down your son’s back.

Their eyes were glued to the TV as some anime played.

You cleared your throat, all three pairs of eyes flickering to your form.

“Breakfast is ready.” you smiled, watching as your little girl climbed off of Bakugou padding past you towards her seat in the kitchen. Bakugou lifted up your son, easily carrying him into the kitchen and setting him down on his highchair.

“What should we do today?” you mused as you guys began eating, Bakugou was feeding your son, making a disgusted face when he spit the food back out.

“I need new shoes for school mama.” Your daughter said, mouth full of food.

Bakugou made another disgusted face, handing your daughter a napkin.

“Wipe your face brat, and don’t talk with your mouth full.” He lectured.

“Can we go to the park today?” her eyes lit up, ignoring her father completely as she tossed the crumpled-up napkin at his face.

“Don’t throw shit at me! Don’t ignore me either!” he growled, a tick mark appearing on his face once again.

“I’m trying to talk to mama, and you keep interrupting, annoying papa.” she snapped back.

You sighed. “No fighting you two. We should be able to go to the mall today....” you trailed off, trying to remember if there was anything important you had to do today.

“I need more workout shirts, and new training gloves. Damn Deku borrowed mine and never returned them.” Bakugou said gruffly.

“Then I guess we can all go on a trip today.” you smiled. “Let’s finish up and start getting ready.”

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You almost forgot what it was like to bring the entire family out, it had been too long since the last time you guys did something like this.

Needless to say, you were already exhausted.

It took forever to get everyone out of the house. Bakugou did his best to help get the kids ready but… between the constant fighting with him and your daughter and your son's endless crying about not wanting to go and not wanting to put on pants, and Bakugou’s attempts at intimacy as you got ready... well, you wanted to get this over with already.

“What do you think?” your daughter asked, pointing her toe out, the Uravity themed shoes on full display for you.

“Very pretty, do you want those ones?” you asked.

She nodded excitedly.

“Why do you want round face’s shoes? Why not mine?” Bakugou grumbled, staring down at his daughter accusingly.

“Yours are ugly papa. I don’t like the colors. Uravity is my favorite hero.” She said face blank as she stared at the blonde male.

This was definitely a sight to see, considering that Bakugou had your son perched on his hip and he was glaring down at the small girl who was glaring right back at him.

“Huh? Ground Zero isn’t your favorite hero?” he barked.

“No. Uravity is.”

“Well mama’s favorite hero is Ground Zero.” He smirked, eyes flickering over to you.

“Actually, Red Riot is my favorite hero.” You teased, soft laughter escaping your lips as your husband’s face fell at the mention of his best friend.

“Let’s go over here!” Your daughter said excitedly, the conversation completely abandoned as she took sight of the toy store across from the shoe store you guys were at.

“Hold on. I still have to pay.” you said in amusement, walking over to the cashier.

Bakugou stood next to you, one of his large hands resting on the small of your back. When you had finished paying and began trailing after your excited daughter, he leaned in close.

“You’re getting punished for saying that.” Bakugou growled near your ear.

“Is that a promise?” you challenged, ignoring the blush in your cheeks and the pleasant twist that occurred in the pit of your stomach.

“You can count on it.” he growled, a smirk playing on his lips before he walked off to catch up with your daughter.

You were definitely looking forward to it.

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You sighed loudly as you sat down on the park bench.

“Here.” Bakugou handed you one of the drinks he got from the vending machine, his eyes never leaving his children that were now playing on the playground equipment.

“Did you have fun today?” you asked, resting your head against his shoulder as he took a seat beside you.

“No.” he snorted, and then his expression changed, his eyes softening completely, his face relaxed. “It’s been a while since we got to spend the day together.”

His large fingers found your own, intertwining together tightly. “Thank you.”

You glanced over at him curiously. “For what?”

You could see a soft blush coating his cheeks. He was embarrassed. It wasn’t anything new though, you knew your husband well enough to know that he was terrible at verbally expressing his feelings.

“You’re a good mother, and a good wife. Thank you for always taking care of the kids… and me.” he grumbled.

Your expression softened, your heart warming completely. It was rare when Bakugou praised you like this, again, he was terrible at expressing his feelings verbally, especially something so gentle and heartfelt like this.

“Of course, Katsu.” you beamed at him.

He scoffed at your expression, but reached for you, cupping the side of your face as he stooped low, pressing his mouth against yours carefully.

You hummed low in your throat; eyes fluttering shut as you kissed him back. Sweet and gentle, incredibly warm and full of love.

“Ew. You actually let papa do that? That’s disgusting.” You broke free from the kiss and turned to see your daughter staring at you guys in disgust.

You laughed softly at her comment, Bakugou on the other hand…

“Aren’t you supposed to be watching your brother?” he asked, eyebrow twitching in annoyance.

“No wonder Deku is the number 1 hero.” Your daughter muttered to herself before turning to walk away.

“What the fuck did you just say you shit?” Bakugou growled, standing up and swooping down, easily throwing your daughter over his shoulders.

She squealed loudly, contagious giggles escaping her lips as Bakugou jogged over to the playground. He scooped up your other child, swinging him around rapidly.

A soft smile twitched at your lips as you watched them.

You loved your little family.

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dnarez · 3 years

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Giving Siblings To A Son

Summary:

Shouto fights with his wife and is told to go to a Inn by his friends, the Inn is know to make wishes come true.

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Shouto was happy with his life, he truly was.

He was the number 3 pro hero of Japan, had a beautiful wife, that is also a pro hero, no one less the Momo Yaoyorozu, who was his crush since 2nd year and girlfriend on his last.

A sweet son who had the name Shouya, that just completed 3 years, his gray hair, a mix of his white side with her black one was truly the cutest shit he's ever seen.

But now after his mother's birthday he was reminded of how good it was to have siblings, they were friends for your whole life, he wanted that his son would also have this, maybe someone to talk to when his son couldn't tell him or his wife, the image of both being friends brought warmth to his heart.

But when he thought about it, he realized his sexual life with his wife was dead, after having their son she simply stopped searching for him, and when he tried to she always had an excuse, Shouto had to "take care" of himself alone for a little more than 3 years, 4 if you count the pregnancy, maybe if he tells her that he wants another one it will help this problem that he discovered recently.

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"You want another child?'' she looked at him through the mirror.

"Yes" he smiled a little shy''On my mother's birthday that was on the weekend I noticed how me and my siblings are close right now, even if we had a hard time showing affection before, now I know that they truly love me, I want Shouya to feel that, I'm not saying that I don't love him!" he said the ending quickly getting more and more embarrassed, to the point that his ears and cheeks were pink.

Momo was silent for a few seconds, then she went back to putting makeup on "Shouto... how many do you want?" she looked at him apprehensive.

His blush covered all of his face "I want 3 more" he looked down to his hands.

"I can't believe..." she turned around, and he saw his beautiful wife angry "ARE YOU ALSO TRYING TO MAKE WEAPONS WITH OUR SONS!? I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO BE DIFFERENT FROM YOUR FATHER!"

Shouto quickly got inside the bathroom and closed the door behind him when she started to scream "I don't know what you are talking about, I just want my son to have friends for the rest of his life, friends that will always have his back" he frowned, how could she compare him to the shadow of the man his father once was, not only insulting him but the good man his father is today.

Momo finish her makeup and goes to him, poking him with her pointer finger "Is that your excuse!? I don't want to end up crazy like your mother!"

"My mother isn't crazy! And my father is a good man now, what he did will never, and I mean NEVER be forgotten, but he did his best to be the better man he is today, why are you attacking me like that!? I love our son more than anything, even more than I love you!"

"Are you doing this because we aren't having sex anymore? Because if that's it I advise you to stop, I don't want any more children, and we won't be having sex anymore" Momo opens the door and put her red dress on "Now finish getting ready, our classmates are waiting"

As she walked away, leaving a heartbroken Shouto, she didn't even look back at him.

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"I punched him straight in the face!" Bakugou said proudly.

"What else wound you do?" Kaminari pointed out.

"Probably make the villain fly after being barbecued" Sero joked, making the whole table laugh.

Shouto smile at that, but he wasn't paying much attention to the guys, even if their table had only guys, and by the looks he was receiving from an ash blond and a green haired dude, he guessed that some of his friends noticed it too.

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"Okay, what the fuck happened? Why do you look like some dog that was kicked from the moving van?" Bakugou asked his friends as the three of them were alone on the parking lot.

"I had a fight with Momo before coming to this party... she said some pretty... aggressive things..." Shouto looked down to his glass of wine.

"Like what?" Izuku got closer with his on glass of wine in hand.

"... Like my mom is crazy, and compared me to how my father was before..."

"Why did she say that? What were you two talking about?" Bakugo nudge Shouto with his elbow.

Shouto gave him a small smile, after so many years Bakugou still had a hard time with showing emotions, but he did little things to show that he was trying to comfort his friend. "I told her that I would like to give brothers and/or sisters for Shouya... she accused me of wanting more children to be weapons for me... And that it was only an excuse to have sex"

Both Bakugou and Izuku looked at him shell shocked.

"THAT BITCH!" Bakugou received an angry glare from Shouto at that "DON'T YOU DARE LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!!! IZUKU HELP ME!"

"This is kind of an intimate question but... how long has it been since the last time you two... you know..." Izuku blushes

"Fucked"

"Kacchan no!"

"Since she got pregnant with Shouya"

"WHAT!?" both screamed at the same time.

"Isn't it normal?" Shouto tilted his head

"NO! IT FUCKING ISN'T!!!" Bakugou shouted.

"Shouto, do you do any type of skin ship with her? I know that you do like physical contact more than any other type of demonstration of love" Izuku put his hand on his friend's shoulder.

"No, she doesn't let me hug her, and I can only kiss her cheek before going to bed, and only in front of our son"

"You don't even fucking cuddle when you sleep? Even I do that with Eijiro" Katsuki crossed his arms, looking more pissed than normal.

"She sleeps in a separated room since getting pregnant, I didn't want to stress her when pregnant, so I didn't ask for her to explain, and after our son was born I step up to taking care of him more than her, since she always looked so tired..."

"Oh my god... you are literally the perfect husband and she simply- okay fuck her, you need to divorce her"

"Kacchan! Don't say that! This is his relationship, you know how Shouto his influenceable, don't put those ideas on his head!" Izuku slapped Katsuki's shoulder.

Bakugou huffs but nods in understanding "Maybe you should do something for her to notice what she's loosing"

Izuku put his hand on his chin and nods "That is a better option, you cook her meals every day, also does your son's bento, clean the house when you can, always lend her your ear for her, when she's tired you play with your son and don't let him close to her to let her relax..."

"I know a good place, since you like traditional Japanese style, It's a place with a lot of hot springs, I think you will like it, no... I'm sure of it, Me and Eijiro went there when we got time last winter" Katsuki took his cellphone from his back pocket and after a moment Shouto felt his vibrating.

"Hot Spring of Wishes" he read it out loud.

"Oh! That place is very well know for its secrecy, they can grant wishes by a price, but no one tells who grant their wishes, you said you went there, why is it Kacchan?" Izuku looked from Shouto to Katsuki.

"It was last year winter, when the biological family of my daughter wanted her back, they had a firm case, and the judge was known to not support gay marriage, much less adoption, so we both went there and made our wish" Katsuki looked up to the moon and sighed "We wouldn't have won if it weren't for that place, I'm sure of it, I can guarantee that your wish will be granted... well if you can pay the price"

"What was the price?" Izuku asked.

"I can't say, one of the gueixa that works there has a quirk called Seal, they will know when you broke the promise to not say specific things about that place, they say that if you break the promise the person that realize your wish will come to you and get what you wished for back to them" Katsuki frowned and looked at them nervous "If I tell you something like, who granted my wish, what the price that I paid was or one more thing that I can't even tell you, that person will come to my house and take my daughter with them"

"But you are the number 2 hero, how could them do that, it isn't even legal, and you should be able to spot it... right?" Shouto asked looking apprehensive.

Katsuki shook his head "No, that person is strong enough to take over the world, they don't do it because they don't want to"

Izuku and Shouto looked at him alarmed "So what does it stop some villain to go there and wish for the worst??" Izuku asked while flailing his arms around, almos spilling his drink.

"They have to accept your wish, after you go there, you are sent to your room, and while you take a bath at the hot spring, a woman will come to you and ask what do you wish for, after you tell her, she will go back inside and talk to the wish granter, they decide if your wish is good enough for them, they like the way things are, and they also have rules for wishes, you should go there and ask for your wife to appreciate you more, maybe ask for her to agree to have another child with you"

Shouto nod and look back at his phone, the pictures of that place were beautiful, and taking a break did sound good. "I have accumulated sick days, I will spend a week there."

Bakugou nods "Just make sure to leave enough bentos to your son for the whole week, your wife won't remember to do his lunch every day"

"But I do his every morning to be fresh and tasty... I don't want to send him with just a sandwich, a pack of grapes and a juice box, I like to cook him a proper meal every day... this is a problem..." Shouto frowned at his cellphone home picture, of him and his son smiling at the camera.

"I can do it for him, just tell me if he doesn't like something" Katsuki evade Shouto's thankful look.

"Thank you, you are a good friend" Bakugou nods at him, blushing.

...

The car trip was good, but exhausting, Momo was glad... too glad that he decide to take a one-week-long break.

"Welcome, I hope you have a very pleasent stay, and that all your wishes come true" a woman in a white kimono and with an empty white mask appears in front of him, her hair was the typical black japanese hair.

Shouto had reserved the whole inn for himself, being a top pro hero can be tiring, so a place like this where he could do as he wished with no worries was relaxing. "Thank you, please lead me to my room"

The woman took him to his room "Diner will be ready at 21h, the hot spring is always open, since it's only you this whole week, you can feel free and walk around freely, the hot spring has an area where the water is blood red, please don't go there, only if you are invited you can go there" The lady say as he goes into the room with his bag in hand.

"Thank you very much" he bows and she bows back.

...

The hot spring was perfect, as he let his muscles relax inside the hot water he started to hear someone walking to him.

Shouto looked atound and saw a woman with a black kimono, a black veil, but he could see the e/c of her eyes, her hair was down, the humid air didn't seem to change anything on her.

"What do your heart wish for?" She said by his ear, giving him goosebumps all over.

"I would like for my wife to agree to have another child" he looked at her eyes, but the veil was obstructing his view of the rest of her face.

"Just one more?" The woman tilted her head to the side.

He shook his head "No, I want three more, I already have one"

"Hmmmm... a lot of people come here for infertility, other people come here to try and find love, and you have money, power, a powerful quirk, a lovely wife and a healthy child, tell me, why should I accept your request?" She put her hand on his shoulder.

"Since I have everything else I can give you anything, it doesn't matter the price" Shouto's were filled with determination.

She chuckles and shakes her head "I don't need money, this inn per night is pretty expensive, I don't want power that is unnecessary, I don't need love my servants will always follow and obey me with their own free will" she gets up.

"Wait!" He also gets up not carrying for his nudity "please! I really want to give siblings for my son!" She stop and look down to his dick.

"Big..." she looks back at his face "I will accept ypur request, the price will be for you" she points at him "to impregnate me" she puts her hand on her chest.

"WHAT!? I will not cheat on my wife!" He took a few steps back.

She bows to him "Then have a nice stay mister Todoroki, your wish was denied for not being able to pay the price, if you change your mind go to the other hot spring, the one with red water" she goes inside the inn again leaving him alone.

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You knew he would come to you, they alway come to you.

After the dinner you went to your spot on the bloody hot spring.

The thick water was scary for other, but you knew it was just the trees that had roots inside this pond, which made the water red and thick with it's sap.

As you relax in the water you hear steps coming to you making you smile "I didn't think you would come"

Shouto stop a few feets before the water "I don't have other choice... do I?"

You look back at him, and seeing your face makes him shy, you were beautiful, your lips curving into a sly smile, your eyelashes, your cheek bones, everything in you was attractive to him.

As his eyes went down accompanying a drop of water that went from your cheek, down to your neck, then your collar bone, going around your right breast until your nipple where it stay hanging, but his eyes went further down, stopping at your hips, the thick red water didn't allow him to explore more with his eyes.

You did the same, exploring him with your eyes, he had afew scars on his body, fine legs and body, but a certain feminine touch on his face, just like a doll, his dick started coming to life from seeing your body, and you could feel your core pulsating with need. "Let's go to my room, it will be better than you coming into my water" you got up and stepped out the hot spring reveling the rest of your body to him.

You see him gulp and his dick pulsate once, all to your eyes, you lick your lips and go to him "say, do your wife have big breasts? Would you prefer if mine were bigher like hers?" You say as you press then on his chest.

Shouto shook his head "too big, can't grab it all... it's annoying" he doesn't take his eyes off of gour body.

"Hmmm... so you prefer the normal sized cup, that's good, would you like to take a hold of them? Since you said that hers was annoying, I hope that I can satisfy you"

He nod and you take a step back, letting him grab your chest.

Shouto looked to be hypnotized by your body, you were smaller than Momo, also had smaller chest size, which is probably the normal size, your eyes looked at him with desire and want, something that he never saw in Momo's eyes.

You sigh aroused by the way he squeezes and pull at your breasts.

He watches tour facial expressions and massages your chest the way it gets more reactions from you, having you whimpering and giving small moans "Shouto... more"

Hearing you say his name and ask him so lovely, has him succumb to his desure as his head goes lower and he start to suck on your nipple.

"Aaaah!" You shout surprised "I told you we were going to my room!" You blush from his sudden advance.

'So many pretty faces, her sounds are extremely addictive... more... I want to see and hear more' Shouto close his eyes as he lightly bites on your right nipple and pinches the left one.

"Can't you- ah... wait? Just a little?" You pit one hand on his shoulder and pets his hair with the other "my workers will see us if we do it here"

At that Shouto releases your nipple with a wet pop, and lick his lips "Where?"

You sigh and nods to the inn "the red door"

He picks you up suddenly making you yelp surprised, but he just start to walk in to the inn... naked.

You whistle in a loud and long way, and hear a lot of doors closing to the way he was going.

"Was that a order?" He looks at you for a moment and then looks back at front.

You nod "It is, this way I ordered them to go to their roomsand not come out until further notice"

"And why did you do that?" You hug his neck to stabilize yourself, which makes your chest brush against his.

"We are both naked and walking to my room, I have enough jokes going around on my inn, I don't need anymore"

He nods and give you a small smile "let's finish this"

Shouto takes you both to the red door, which is where he puts you down, you open the door and let him in.

Your room was the only one with European style, the rest of the inn was in traditional Japanese style.

You walk to your bed and open your arms to him "come here, let's have some fun~♡"

Being called to have sex in a cute way, your open arms ready to embrace him, this is everything he wants to do with Momo, the reactions you give, the moans, he wanted to be his wife that embrace him fully, but instead he has to search for affection in another women's arms "Can you-... "

You watch him going back to being shy and tilt your head to the side, but don't lower your arms "do you want to request something?"

"Would you please call me Sho? And... what do I call you?" He looks away from you and tries to cover his dick with his hands, which he fails.

"You can call me anything you like, my name doesn't matter, okay?... Sho"

He blushes and nod as he stop covering himself and walks to you.

You put your hands on his chest and the back of his neck "Please kiss me Sho"

He grows and kiss you, his hands explore your body slowly, going to your hips then to your butt where he gives a squeeze, then back at your breasts where he goes back to massage it.

You lick his bottom lip and he open his mouth to you giving you access to his tongue.

The feeling of his slight cold hand going around your warm body making you go crazy with him.

Your tongue tasted sweet on his mouth, Shouto lays you down on the bed slowly, not stopping his hands, but breaking the kiss to breath.

The scenario in front of him has his dick pulsating and dropping precum on your thigh 'she wants me like I want her, so pretty, what do I call her? I want to mame this person so that she can temporarily be mine, just for this week...'

You put your hand on his cheek "what will be my name Sho?" You ask sweetly, as your hand goes and grab his dick "Sweetie? Maybe Honey? Dear? Or your wife's name? You can call me anything that you want"

"T-then..." his hips jerk on your hand as you slowly start to masturbate him "Love..." you look at him surprised and smile "Yes... you are my love"

He close his eyes and kiss you again, going straight for a small tongue fight, that he won easily.

Your hands, both go down, one of them jerking him off, and the other fondling with his balls.

Shouto moans into the kiss 'Momo never did something like this every time we had sex it was about her, she didn't let me fondle with her breasts, or explore her body with care, she would just use lubricant om herself, I would fuck her, and after I came she would take care of herself, not letting me touch her anymore'

You break the kiss and push his shoulder until he was laying down on the bed, you got yourself between his legs and licked his balls, yoi see the goose bumps on his legs, and just now notice that his pubic hair is also half white and half red.

He watches you with a lot of interest 'Momo only went down on me when I begged her to, and would always look disgusted, I would feel very unwanted and gross after, but... she is-!' Shouto's thoughts were cut by your mouth wrapping around the head of his dick.

He groans as you take more of him on your mouth, you facial expression shows pleasure, like you are sucking a delicious lollipop, and it makes him feel wanted, like you want to taste him and give him pleasure.

You bob your head up and down, taking more of him each time, being careful with your teeth and brushing your tongue on his more predominant veins, which hives you more breathy moans and groans.

He fit so well on your mouth, and his moans plus his dick om your mouth has you aroused to the point of feeling your slick on you lower lips.

Shouto trows his head back when your nose brush against his pubic hair after taking all of him in. "LOVE! My love! I'm gonna cum!" You quickly take your mouth off him which he whines at the cold air and the way his sick slap against his skin, all wet with your saliva, but the way you looked at him, like you were famish, made his dick throb in want.

You lick you lips and raise to your knees, you incline yourself a little backwards and open more your legs "Can you help me get ready? You will be the biggest I ever had" you open your lower lips and gives him a little show, your slick all ovee your thighs, showing him the effect of sucking him.

Shouto eagerly nods and give you his hand "sit on my face, please"

You do as told and as you sit on his face he starts immediately.

Circling your clit with the tip of his stiff tongue, then he relaxes it and goes in circles again around it, going from slow to fast, to slow again, loving the way your body flexes and relax under his treatment.

"Sho! Your so good at this!" Hearing you compliment him makes Shouto wants more of it, of everything you can give.

Your taste is intoxicating, so different from his wife, you taste sweet with the normal bitterness of the human fluid, since he wanted more of it he put his tongue inside you and moved it around collecting moew fluids as you moan throwing your head back and calling his name in such a lovely way.

You wiggle your hips trying to feel more of him, Shouto had an idea, he cupped both your clit and your entrance with his mouth and sucked on it, making you moan loudly and your body shivers from the sensation.

"W-wait! If you do it like that I will come!" You say trying to raise yourself from him, but he hook his arms around your thighs and pull you closer, now he was sucking only on your clit and he started circling it with his relaxed tongue.

It was too much, thhe sucking, the licking, so much so that he made you cum on his tongue, and as you did it, he lapped on your juices drinking it all, until you were too sensitive and was constantly trying to get out of his grip.

Shouto releases you and you fall back on the bed "Your wife is really lucky, you do an excellent job with your tongue" he hovers on top of you and smiles at you.

"Yes, you're really lucky my love, but I'm more, since I have you all to myself" the way he caresses your face makes you realize that he wants to act like you are his wife, not his actually wife that gave birth to his son, hut it's as if he wants to pretend just a bit, that he isn't neglected by the person he loves, so you let him.

You smile back and nuzzle his hand "We are both luck my husband, my Shouto" you hug his neck bringing him in, and you feel tears falling on your face as he passionately kiss you.

He holds you close and dearly as if you are very delicate and precious "my love, I know this is sudden but... let's have a child, one of our own, they will have your beautiful hair, my eyes, maybe a mixture of the two of us, how about it?"

You nod playing along "Then today is a good day, let's have a child that has your hair and my eyes, let's build our family Sho!" He sobs at that and nods opening your legs and trusting his hips against yours, making the head of his dick press against your entrance.

You hug his waist with your legs and pull him, the head pops in and you both shiver from it "More... Sho" you bring his face to yours and kiss his scar "please Sho, I want more of you" he looks back at you like you are a goddess and kiss you passionately while lightly trusting into you, until he got totally inside of you.

"There... but... you are so tight! I won't be able to hold back for long, my love... I'm sorry"

You shook your head "it's fine, this way we can build our family sooner, please Sho, I need more" you wiggle your hips up, and sifhs at the sensation of being full.

He nods and start to move, the feeling of your walls squeezing him, and how hot and wet you were, so perfect, so sweet, just for him, so he takes what he wants, and trust into you making you moan at him.

Again... and again, he went deeper and faster with each trust, his arms got tired from holding himself up, so he let his face fall between your breasts without stopping his hips.

You carve your nails into his back and moans sweetly in his ears, nothing fake and loud, just quiet but showing that you loved the feeling he was giving you.

You feel him biting down on your neck and that make you yelp, but it turns into a moan when he brush against your G-point making your whole body shudder.

"Here?" He trust against it again and draw blood from his back with your nails "ah, you do like it here, go on love, feel all my heart and soul being poured into you" he nibbles on another place and keep trusting there.

As your pleasure rise you aslo bite and mark him all over his body "Sho! That way you will really get me pregnant!"

"But... that's the point... right?" He goes deeper with a strong trust and hits your womb, it hurts but it's the kind of pain that you like it.

The pleasure keeps building up, to the point that a little more will make you cum, and you do when you feel his mouth around your nipple.

Your back arches but he doesn't release you, but instead keep trusting, hearing you moan and quenching around him is driving him crazy.

Shouto frantically trusts into your sensitive pussy without a break, feeling so much off you, your smell, your taste, your sounds, how you wrap around him tighly like you don't want him to go, so perfect, his wife... is really perfect.

He cums inside of you, but keeps hiving shallow trusts into you.

You sigh relaxed and he gently lay you down on the bed, but doesn't pull out, instead you feel his shoulders trembling and feel your chest getting wet, you look at him and raise his face to yours, you see him crying and sobbing. "Hey! What's up? What happened??" You pet his face lovingly and caresses his cheek under his scar.

"Momo... I'm sorry! I'm an awful husband! What the fuck am I doing??? I-I just- please don't let go off me... please" he buries his face on your chest once more and you pet his head.

"Don't worry, it will be our secret" you kiss the top of his head and keep petting him.

The other workers giggle, both pregnant with the last winter wishes, glad to have another powerful child on their way.

#shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #shoto x reader #todoroki shouto #mha shouto #shouto x you #smut #oneshot #ao3 fanfic

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jean-kayak · 3 years

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So...ahaha...*holds out credit card* Head cannons of Aizawa, Hawks, Bakugo, and Shinsou reacting to seeing their chubby black twin babies after a long day of work? The babies have their dad’s hair or eye color but they got the skin and hair texture of their Mama. 💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💥💥💳💥

This is the cutest request in the world anon

🧣This mans just wants to crash on the bed

🧣This particular day at work was really taxing physically and he's literally running on fumes

🧣He can barely make it through the door without passing out

🧣Poor guy doesn't even have enough energy to announce that he's home, and he loves his students, but they're definitely bigger than a handful

🧣He toys his shoes off, and he can only make it to the couch, sitting down and letting his head fall back

🧣You already knew how hard his day was because you barely heard him come in, so you carefully sneak into the living room, your twins in your arms

🧣He jumps slightly when he feels the light weight on him, lifting his head up to see his kids sitting on each of his legs

🧣His demeanor changes instantly, a sleepy but wide smile appearing on his face

🧣"Da!" your daughter says, the only thing she can manage right now while your son yells "Sho!" picking it up from hearing you call your husband by his first name

🧣He brings them closer to him, peppering kisses on their faces, making them shriek happily, the tired look in his eyes replaced with immense happiness

🧣He watches them laugh and smile before they both start to reach for each other, messing with each other's hands

🧣And he huffs softly, both of them the spitting image of you, and the same thought of being so lucky to have them and you in his life plays in his head once again

🧣You lean down and he's meeting you halfway, both of you exchanging a quick but loving kiss, and your kids start rubbing their eyes

🧣You go to reach for them, but he pulls them closer to his chest

🧣"What're you doing?" he whispers before he yawns, his eyes red with fatigue

🧣"You're tired, baby," you respond, and he shrugs as he moves them to lay on his chest, both of them snuggling into him

🧣"So are they. I can stay here for a while." You give him a soft look, your kids already out like a light as your husband yawns again, his eyes drooping

🧣You hum softly before you kiss all of their foreheads, Aizawa's breathing already slowing and evening out

🐥He actually came in through the door this time, so tired, he didn't even realize it

🐥So, he's surprised when he doesn't immediately see his kids when he walks in

🐥Worry sets in instantly, but then he hears small gasps, and he looks up to see them sitting in front of the balcony, which is where he usually comes in

🐥They jump up quickly and run over to him. "Daddy!" The tired frown on his face is gone immediately, and he's crouching down to their level, picking them up in his arms

🐥The girls wrap their tiny arms around his neck, their wings flapping wildly, and he rubs his face in their curls, his body relaxing

🐥"What were my birdies up to today?" he asks, setting them down, and they start to bounce on their feet excitedly, their curls doing the same

🐥"We learned how to fly!" one of them practically yells, and he responds with a dramatic gasp

🐥"No way!" He looks up when he hears your chuckle and your footsteps

🐥"I told them they had to wait for you if they wanted to go outside."

🐥"I can fly higher than she can!" Both of you laugh softly, and this of course starts a competition of who can fly the highest

🐥He holds his hands out when they show him, both of them sticking their tongue out in concentration as their feet slowly and shakily leave the ground

🐥He takes a step back as you keep your hands out, ready to catch them, and he has them fly towards him

🐥You clap your hands when they reach him, and he cheers excitedly before lifting himself off the ground as well, spinning them around

🐥They both giggle loudly before sets them back down before helping them with steadying themselves

🐥"Look, Daddy, mines are glowing!" She yells, making her sister say the same thing, both of them turning around and proudly showing him

🐥And he enthusiastically "oohs" and both of you figure it partially comes from your quirk

🐥For the rest of the night, he helps them, catching them before they can hit the ground, encouraging them, and giving them tips

🐥They all end up tuckering themselves out, and you find them sitting in his lap, sleeping against his chest

🐥Keigo is asleep as well, his wings curled around them protectively as he sits on the floor, his soft snores filling the room

💥He was very, very close to punching a wall when he got home, his day at work making him way more than irritated

💥But what he doesn't do is slam the door because ain't no way in hell you allow that especially now that you have kids

💥He actually got home really late, stuck with paperwork to fill out, so he's very careful and quiet with taking his shoes off

💥He actually freezes for a second when he hears your footsteps, and he turns around, the anger seeming to vanish when you walk towards him with your twins in your arms

💥"They didn't wanna go to sleep until you got home," you whisper, and both of them rub their eyes

💥Bakugou smiles softly, stepping forward to brush the curls out of their faces, carefully pushing up the masks that match his hero suit onto their foreheads

💥"Hey, you little monsters," he starts quietly, taking the both of them out of your arms. "It's past your bedtime."

💥"We wanted to show you our suits," your son says, and you straighten out their clothes, revealing his suit, which is just a big t-shirt with the outline of his suit on it

💥He chuckles softly, the smile on his face widening. "They look awesome," he compliments, and they bounce tiredly in his arms

💥"We wanna be like you," your other son says, and Bakugou feels his heart swell as he walks the both of them into their room

💥"You guys are gonna be better than me," he replies, making them smile as they curl further into him

💥He goes to put one of them in their bed, but he grabs into him tighter so he won't let him go

💥"You gotta go to bed, bud," he tells him

💥"You haven't told us a story yet," your son says, his words obscured by a yawn

💥You give them a fond look, knowing he's already given in, and he manages his way on the bed, leaning against the headboard

💥"Well, today, I had to take down this villain, with no help from the sidekicks, tch." He rolls his eyes, making you do the same

💥"But I took him in down in an instant. Just one explosion, boom!" he whisper yells, jolting them slightly

💥He's not even halfway done and they're already asleep, Bakugou already on his way out

💥And later, when you're definitely sure he's asleep, you take a picture and make it your new lock screen

🟣Work seemed to be more stressful today even though he wasn't even there for long

🟣All he wanted to do was lay down, a headache already starting to form as he walks through the door

🟣He rubs at his head with a heavy sigh as he hears a pair of footsteps running towards him, and two pairs of arms wrapping around his legs

🟣"Daddy! You're home!" He winces slightly at the high volume, but smiles nonetheless, crouching down to his daughters' level

🟣"Yeah, I am. How are my babies doin'?" They nearly tackle him to the floor with hugs, and he wraps his arms around them, a body relaxing sigh coming out of him

🟣"Don't yell so loud, he has a headache," the other one scolds, and her happiness turns into a frown when she pulls away

🟣Both of them place a small hand on his forehead. "Are you okay?" she asks softly

🟣He chuckles before grabbing both of their hands, placing a soft kiss on them as he nods

🟣"Yes, I'm okay. Thank you for asking," he tells them earnestly, and all of their attention shifts when you call his name, walking into the living room

🟣"We have to be quiet because Daddy has a headache," she informs you, and you respond with a quiet apology

🟣"I see. Well, we can make it feel better," you say, and they look at you in confusion as Shinsou stands

🟣You plant a kiss on his forehead, making him hum softly, leaning into your touch, and they gasp softly before making grabby hands at him

🟣He laughs this time, picking them both up and lowering his head, so they can plant a wet kiss on his forehead

🟣"Do you feel better?" they ask and he nods

🟣"It's like it was never there."

🟣They look at him with wide eyes full of pride before they ask if he wants to color with them

🟣He accepts and he sets them down before they run towards the coffee table, which is covered in crayons and paper while you slide him some medicine

🟣He sits in between them, coloring with them and helping them with some of the things he can't draw, their curly pigtails bopping every time they look up from the paper to show him what they drew

🟣"Does your head still hurt?" one of your daughters asks, and he squints for a second

🟣"Not as much, but maybe one more kiss for good measure," he lies, but he doesn't feel the tiniest bit guilty when he feels them do it again

🟣"I love you, Daddy," she tells him. "I love you, too!" her sister says, making sure to keep her voice down

🟣And he brings them closer to him with his arms, planting a kiss on their forehead. "I love you too, kiddos."

A/N: You really out here making my baby fever worse anon 😐💀

#aizawa shouta headcanons #keigo takami headcanons #hawks headcanons #bakugou katsuki headcanons #shinsou hitoshi headcanons #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha

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redhawtriot · 5 years

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Shinsou Shits (Bakugou x Reader)

Tip Jar ☕- Not expected but always appreciated💞

Well, I fucking watched the Heroes Rising Movie today and just when I thought that I couldn’t love the feral ass Bakugou more than I already do—

BAM!!

Straight in the feels.

Also, Thank you so much anon for requesting this and appreciating my writing! PS I totally outed myself as a person with random ass ships in this peice LOL

HnM💕

Hey I’m big fan of ur writing and I have request for Baku x f!reader prompts : 4 and 5 pls: “I really don’t think children are in my future.” “Well… that was almost cute.”

Bakugou and you were on what you liked to call the “Shinsou Shits” duty—the painstaking chore that you and your friends often drew lots, or played “rock, paper, scissors”, or “nose goes”, or performed some other desperate measure to get out of doing.

You loved Mina and Shinsou to death—and would happily take a bullet for either one of them; however, this type of cruel and usual punishment could have even the strongest of wills wishing to bite the bullet.

“Why are ya’ talkin’ to the air, weirdo? There is nothing there, you know,” little Kanjo Shinsou sneered at the scared boy from atop the playground slide. His wild, purple mane crowded to one side as he tilted his head into a questioning glance.

The terrified boy under fire clenched his shaky fists, “Y-yes there is… you’re there!” he threw a quivering finger toward the other side of the playset where another Shinsou was approaching the group. A devilish flare emitted from his golden irises as he neared with a smirk.

Kanjo didn’t even bother throwing a glance toward his twin brother as he chastised the little boy, “How am I there, if I am here, stupid?”

“T-there must be two of you!” the little boy squeaked as his eyes flew back and forth from the brothers.

“Two of me?! Ha!” The younger twin, Kaijou Shinsou threw his little body upon the slide to sit next to his brother on the tube, “Did ya’ hit your head this morning, or somethin’?”

The two boys gave eerily synchronized giggles as they both looked down upon the frightened boy.

“HEY!” you frantically called out from across the park, “Kaijo! Kanjo! Get down off of there right now!! You’re gonna fall!” you desperately pleaded.

Kaijo’s voice was the first to squeak up “We won’t fall, Auntie!” his face fell into an annoyed expression as he turned away from you. His aunt, Y/N just had to ruin all the fun and call them both out by their names.

“You could always come make us get down!” Kanjo teased before sticking his tongue out at you. Your eyes instantly narrowed into sharp slits. Never have you wanted to violently snatch somebody by the tongue so badly.

Kaijo seemed to be rallied up by his bother’s bravado, “Yeah, come and get us!” he sang, his black encrusted eyes darting to his older twin for approval.

All of a sudden you heard a series of explosions go off, before the flash image of your husband flew past you— rocketing toward the top of the playset, “LISTEN TO YOUR ELDERS, YOU DAMN BRATS!”

The children hardly had anytime to react at all—let alone scream— as Bakugou grabbed the both of them by the backs of their shirts and yanked them from the top of the slide. The man plopped the two kids onto the sand at the foot of the playset on their bottoms, “Now, don’t get up there again, or else,” he glowered over them.

The two children looked absolutely terrified, “Y-Yes, sir.” “Yes, Uncle Bakugou!”

Of course as, soon as Bakugou turned his back to walk back toward the park bench where you were sitting, the twins’ respectful demeanors had already fully melted away, replaced by their usual plotting smirks, and soon enough they were already on their way to torturing another kid.

You stood in awe as you watched Bakugou proudly march back toward the park bench that the two of you had claimed for the evening, “Wow. I wish they listened to me like that,” you breathed before plopping yourself back down onto the bench.

“You just have to show ‘em who’s in charge,” Bakugou replied with a small, pleased smirk, “Better yet, I should have just let the little shits fall down. Maybe then they’d learn their lesson,” he crossed his arms as he sat down next to you on the bench. You noticed that he scooted himself a bit closer to you after realizing that he was a little too far.

“Jesus, Katsuki. They are just four years old!” You argued with a laugh. The man only scoffed in return as his face hardened into a glare at the playground. Suddenly something caught his attention again at the top of the tall tube slide—two somethings to be exact.

“HEY!” He loudly barked, causing the twins to jump a little on top of the tall playset. Your heart fell down to your toes as you noticed little Kaijo loose his balance on top of the tube.

“I THOUGHT WE TOLD YOU TO GET—”

Kaijo’s small body suddenly fell down to the bottom of the playground wih a loud ‘thud’ as the sand aggressively displaced itself around him.

“KAIJO!!” both you and Bakugou were already on your feet; however, it was Kanjo, who reached his brother first as he desperately slid down the pole of the playset,

“Kaijo!” he quickly reached down and hugged his brother into up into a sitting position, “Are you okay, ‘bwuther’?”

Kaijo’s yellow irises, seemed to be a little dazed until he shook his head, sand flying out from his messy, purple mane as he refocused his mind, “Y-yeah, I’m okay!” he smiled brightly, leaving you to give a deep sigh of relief. Suddenly, your heart was filled with pride as the older twin helped his younger brother up and began dusting the sand off of him.

“Awh…” you leaned up against Bakugou to ingest the touching moment as a sweet smile graced your expression.

Suddenly an evil glare reappered within Kanjo’s eyes, “Let’s go put sand in that girl’s doll’s head!”

“Woah! You’re so smart Kanjo! You have the bestest ideas!” Kaijo gave a gleeful laugh, before the two ran off toward the swing set to meet their next pig-tailed victim.

“Well, That was almost cute…” you grimaced as Bakugou angrily marched to catch up with the two menaces. He swiftly redirected their schemes toward something less sadistic and returned to you back on the bench not too long afterward.

You gave a deep sigh, “You’re such a natural, babe. But me? They don’t even take me seriously at all. Even just watching you do all of the babysitting is tiring. Jeeze, I… I really don’t think children are in my future,” you frowned as Bakugou’s eyebrows fell even deeper together.

“Shuddup,” he exclaimed as he threw an arm behind your shoudlers to rest on the back of the bench, “You’re gonna be a great mother.”

As soon as the words left this mouth your heart squeezed into your throat, “W-what…?” the two of you had never even mentioned having kids… ever! What did he mean you were going to be a great mother? He wasn’t planning on leaving you or something was he??

“You got sand in your ears, too? I said you’ll be a great mom,” he repeated as his gaze stayed fixated on the Shinsou twins on the see-saw, “Our kids won’t be as terrible as these brats though.” He decided.

The two of you sat in a thick silence for a few beats before you found the courage to speak up, “I didn’t know you wanted kids, Katsuki,” you half-whispered as your throat was still constricted from the shock of his words.

Suddenly, your husband turned his head so that his gaze could meet yours. The setting, evening sun ignited even the slightest embers in his warm, crimson eyes. They seemed to be scanning you up and down as if he were searching for a hidden message in your expression. His eyebrows very seriously furrowed together as he regained heavy eye contact with you, “Of course I want to give you a Bakugou,” his low voice softly reverberated in your ears. His eyes never fell away from yours as he stared at you.

An instense chill fluttered from the base of your neck, down to your toes, back up to your heart as if it were trying to defribillate your shocked being. C’mon, heart! Work again, dammit!

“OH my GOD!” you gasped as your face flushed into a deep heat, “D-d-don’t say it like that!!” You hid your overwhelmed, flame-filled face in your hands as Bakugou roughly stood up—startled by your suddenly stunned aura.

“WHAT?! Say it like what?! How the fuck else am I supposed to say it?!”

Kaijo and Kanjo Shinsou: the sons of Mina Ashido and Hitoshi Shinsou. Quirk: Acid Trip: they can use the vapors of the acid secreted from their palms to selectively alter the mind state of their opponents. Their vapors give off a severe, disorienting psychedelic propertythat leaves their opponents easy to influence. My OCs from a lil “next gen” project I’m workin on.

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notaburgler · 5 years

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Morning meetings are such a drag... Endeavor x assistant Fem!reader SFW

His shadow passed your desk, each thump of his massive boots echoing along the hardwood floor, “Good morning, Satan,” he grumbled. Oh that cute little nickname he had for you… Such a sweet boss.

“Good morning Mr. Endeavor,” you greeted him with a smile and a small wave for the three interns trailing behind him like ducklings. “I’ll be in your office shortly to go over your schedule for the week.” You were sure your chipper tone was almost as annoying to him as you were, both facts he made obvious by immediately storming away.

It wasn’t that your boss hated you. On the contrary, he absolutely needed you — and he hated it. He’d forget his head at home if it wasn’t attached to his neck, and he despised knowing that someone as tiny and weak as yourself would always remember it. You didn’t even have a useful quirk. You were just some college graduate who managed to snake their way into a job as a receptionist at his front desk. He clearly didn’t think you would stick around as long as you had, especially with how difficult he was to deal with at times. But five years later, you had unintentionally taken control of his entire schedule.

You grabbed a green smoothie and pulled out his schedule book for the day. Picking up your tablet, you made your way to his office, ready to fight. You originally had his schedule downloaded to his phone, but the man is so technologically inept that he had no idea what was going on when he looked at it in the morning. Paper copies only for the top hero Endeavor.

You wrinkled your nose as you passed the thermostat, giving it a menacing glare. No matter. A quick adjustment and you were off to ‘ruin his day.’

“Damn it,” he growled. You could only guess that he had hoped you wouldn’t make good on your threat.

You held out his schedule book, already open to the proper page, knowing that otherwise he wouldn’t even glance at it. “We will start the morning with a staffing meeting, and you need to stop touching the thermostat.”

“I get too hot!” he snarled, slamming his hand to the desk.

You gave him a beatific smile, as if you hadn’t had this conversation before. “Turn off your flames when you’re in the office.”

He huffed in response. You went on. As you glossed over his day, you reached for the can of Red Bull on his desk. Lifting it by the rim with a smile and direct eye contact, you dropped it in the garbage. “You know these give you kidney stones.”

He snarled as you replaced the energy drink with the green smoothie. “This is much better. And it prevents this from happening again.” You held up your phone, showing an image of Endeavor curled up on the floor in the fetal position.

You didn't bother playing the video, he knew what it was and the last thing he would want was his young interns to hear him crying in pain. It would be thoroughly humiliating. And you, some demon woman spawned from the depths of hell, had a video of just that to use as blackmail.

“Who is that? And why did Endeavor call her Satan when we showed up?” The green-haired intern called Midoriya asked quietly.

Endeavor’s intern and son Shoto sighed, shaking his head before dropping it into his hands, “Endeavor is stubborn, and his assistant, Miss (Y/N), makes sure he follows his schedule.”

You kept going about his day. “You have a meeting with other heroes, a lunch meeting with a tabloid paper to get them off your back, more meetings, and finally patrol. He sunk lower into his seat with each meeting you mentioned. God did he hate meetings. Even worse, meetings with the media.

“I don't like talking to the tabloids — cancel it.”

“No.”

“Just who is the boss around here?”

You stopped reading and glanced up. He hated that look. You were so calm and so sweet on the outside. It actually played to his advantage. Most of the time you were at his hip with his schedule book, coordinating his day and making sure that he wasn't going too far off schedule. Not many knew how much control you had, and if they did, he would be in for quite a headline in the news the next day.

Side by side, you stood at about his lower chest. He’d smirk with crossed arms when you'd try to get sassy. He even bought you a step stool to keep in his office as a joke. When you got mad and wanted to glare him down, you could stand on it and nearly be at his eye level. He still eclipsed you, even on the stool, but it made him chuckle and reminded him that he could crush you at any second if he so desired.

You let your glare fall and went back to your list of things he needed to do that day.

“Endeavor is afraid of some twerp like her?” The third intern, Bakugou, clearly thought Endeavor should be ashamed. But, there was a calmness about the pro hero. Like he had dealt with her for so long, he didn't even get upset. He just pretended to listen then did as he pleased.

With a sharp tap of your nails on his desk, you caught Endeavor’s attention once more. “Did you hear that last part?” you inquired sweetly.

He tilted his head and rolled his eyes in response. You knew he hated how you had taken over. All he wanted was to go fight crime and leave the boring shit to the staff he hired. He often grumbled to the effect of “why do I have staff if no one is doing all of this shit?”

“You have patrol from one to three. I need you back by four for an interview— and you will be there.” As his flames sparked and burned higher, you pulled your face into a stern grimace. “Don't you flash your flames at me!”

He rolled his eyes again. You relaxed your face at that, knowing he was internally cursing your very existence.

“Miss (Y/N) plans and executes Endeavor’s entire day and week to the second. If it wasn't for her, he'd probably starve.” Shoto mentioned under his breath, earning himself a glare from his father and a tiny flicker of flames.

You smiled, catching Endeavor’s attention again. “I've preordered your meal for lunch today and no, you won't be able to bribe the staff into getting you a big steak. You promised you would watch your red meat intake after your doctor's appointment, so I got you that chicken dish you like.” He grunted, seemingly mollified you got him some form of meat and not the dreaded salad.

“Oh, and don't bother looking for the candy stash in your top left drawer. I already confiscated it and won't be giving it back until you get down to your normal weight and BMI.”

Shoto let out a small chuckle at his father’s thunderous expression.

“This girl is scary.” Midoriya noted, taking out a notebook to scribble down all the information he could on Endeavor.

“I'm also not taking the lock off the training facility until you can prove to me that you are getting a good night's sleep and eating well. You overwork yourself and end up dehydrated and malnourished. People depend on you to be in top shape and we can't have you passing out, again, because you haven't eaten all day. Eat a protein bar, drink a bottle of water, sleep for eight hours, and I'll unlock it for you.”

Shoto’s eyes glinted. You guessed he was enjoying this more than his friends knew. If only you’d been around when he was growing up, he might not have quite the daddy issues he does. You keep his father grounded and maintaining a healthy lifestyle, practically forcing him to take care of himself. You could only hope your interference would help Shoto realize he wasn't the only one Endeavor was hard on. He was just as strict with himself as he was his son. If only the boy’s mother had shown the same ability to keep Endeavor in line, his childhood might have been vastly different.

With a pointed sip of his green smoothie, Endeavor tapped the touchpad on his laptop a little harder than necessary. He frowned, clicking faster. Just as you were about to call him on his electronics abuse, he gritted his teeth and puffed out his chest. “Unlock the Wifi.”

You turned away, ignoring his request in favor of double checking his schedule for the day. It was going to be long and those kids would be trailing him. “I'm not invoicing the city for this morning’s villain attack and subsequent defeat. You are behind on your pro bono hours and now that you are the number one hero, you have more to do than normal.” You glanced back and flipped through a few pages in his schedule, “I have added more times where I expect you to do pro bono work to keep up appearances.”

The three students exchanged glances. You imagined they hadn’t realized how busy a real top hero was. Meetings and events to promote. A personal assistant to keep them on track. Countless sidekicks to take on the little work that the hero was above doing or couldn't get to. It was all amazing. A hero’s day wasn’t just comprised of fighting villains and catching the bad guys. It was bound to be a rude awakening to the real world that they hadn’t seen the last time they were out with heroes.

As Mr. Aizawa had made clear, this time around, the work would be more rigorous. It would be closer to the real thing than any of them had experienced. They anticipated fighting villains and late night patrols. They anticipated getting beaten up and tossed around only to have the hero they worked under rush in to save the day. What they didn’t anticipate was sitting in a boardroom for three hours going over profits and losses and how to make up revenue. No, being a hero was more like owning your own business. They had to track expenses and factor in labor costs. A lot of work goes into being the top hero, and most of that work was behind a computer. It was no wonder why Endeavor was so annoyed. None of them would be thrilled about meetings and public appearances.

They had spent a little time working on interviewing skills, but they didn’t think they would be so important. Midnight tried to press the issue, but each student, the present three in that room included, didn’t care much about the political part of hero work; an important, albeit annoying aspect of the job. Not even the number one hero was immune to the force of the media. You made that painstakingly obvious to the trio as you went over the approved questions you would give the reporter at the lunch meeting.

“Unlock the wifi.” He demanded again, this time his voice showing his irritation.

Again, you continue on with your rant, not paying any mind to his demand. He did this every morning. He would sit on his phone, not paying any attention to your debrief. You masterfully solved the problem by changing the password every day before he arrived and only giving it to him when you were done.

You turned and placed your hand on the growing stack of papers on the corner of his desk, “Procrastinating will get you nowhere. All of these papers need your signature and to be filled out completely by the end of the day; No exceptions.”

You finished your briefing and looked to him for questions. He stayed silent not wanting to drag this on any longer than it already had.

“Oh and Mr. Endeavor, Sir.” Your usual bubbly and happy go lucky demeanor got a bit more serious, “The doctors called… about your wife.”

Shotos attention was undivided. Once he heard doctors and wife in relation to his father, he stopped relaying information to Bakugo and Midorya about the unusual relationship between his father and his assistant, and focused solely on you.

You saw his face go white, “Don't worry Shoto, it's nothing serious.” You hoped your smile would calm him down, “It's just been a minute since someone made an appearance.” Your glare burned holes through the flame hero.

He hated that glare. And he hated this topic, especially in front of Shoto. He felt a bit embarrassed about visiting his wife more often now. He’d leave her flowers, of course, you would go pick them up for him.

“I'll go see her later. I've more pressing matters-”

You cut him off. “You know, I think you have time tomorrow. I'll schedule a visit for you.” You smiled.

He grumbled at your reaction. This was not the time or place for this subject. But thank the holy heavens this briefing was over.

****

Your day went by quick. Endeavor had been showing his son around the small changes made and his classmates followed. You couldn't help but notice that the other two boys had been getting neglected in his training. You called over Shoto to have him help you, much to Endeavors dismay. This forced him to spend some time training the other two and not focus solely on his own prodigy.

The end of the day arrived and as your boss left, you stopped him, “Those papers?” You asked with a tilted head and a cute smile.

“I'll have them done later.” In public, he puffed his chest and showed a more dominating side not shown in private.

“This is when it gets… interesting.” Shoto whispered knowing that the assistant respected her employer a bit too much to cause a scene in front of the people that thought of him as the sole ruler of castle Endeavor.

“I need them done today.” You repeated your earlier demands.

You really didn't ask for much. All you needed was for him to complete the tiniest of tasks you needed from him and to be where he needed to be at the time he needed to be there. It wasn't hard. As a matter of fact, all of his speeches- if he even does them- were all written by you. All of his interviews were arranged and practically directed by you. You write the questions they would ask, you write the answers he would give- or at least a readers digest version. He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, so you’d have to make sure that they were questions he could answer on the fly.

He was clearly irritated that day. He started his day in a foul mood, and it was no shock to anyone he would end it that way or worse.

“I said I'll get it done later.” He yelled having raised his voice at you for the first time in years, “I know you think I can't live without you, but I'll have you know, I'm perfectly capable of doing all of this myself. I use you to make life easier on me. Don't go thinking that you aren't replaceable.”

You looked at him like a deer in headlights. To think that he would say such a thing after all you had done. You had got him coffee and scheduled appointments that were not even work related. You spent countless hours calling tailors that could cater to his massive physique and wouldn't take forever. You picked up dry cleaning and went grocery shopping. You found the restaurants that served a healthier version of his favorite meals since he requested that you make sure he stopped gorging on junk food and garbage like instant ramen.You woke up in the middle of the night to do nothing about his kidney stones and just watch him writhe in pain on the floor until they passed. All he wanted was moral support while he squirmed and cried for hours. He trusted you. Maybe even loved you, to a certain extent. So these words, they hurt.

“You can do it alone, huh?” You gripped the papers in your hands tight, turning your knuckles a ghostly white.

“Fine!” You tossed them in the air, letting them rain down on him like a baptism of clerical duties, “Do it yourself!” You huffed, grabbing your purse and jacket to storm out. “I don't get paid enough to deal with this shit.”

Every single eye in the building was on you as you stomped to the elevator. Endeavors flaming shoulders were like ice cubes compared to the heat your rage was putting off. People parted like the Red Sea as you made way through the many desks and cubicles. If you had any strength, the force at which you pushed the elevator button would have crushed the whole pad and destroyed it entirely.

You waited, tapping your finger to your forearm. The stares from everyone were noticeable, how could they all not stare? This was a big commotion in the office. Everyone thought you and Endeavor had such a good relationship. You bickered, of course, but mostly it seemed the two of you had an understanding.

The door opened and without hesitation, you stepped on- or tried to. You were tugged back gently by a large hand, your body staying in the elevator door, stopping it from closing. His tough face donned a pout. His flames had been extinguished. He tried to stay tough, not wanting to show weakness in front of his staff, but he knew he’d have to eat crow.

“Can I help you?” You asked with sass.

“Please,” He looked to the floor, “Don't le….”

You heard him. He tried to hide it, but you heard him. The question was: Was it enough?

“I'm sorry Mr. Endeavor, I can't quite hear you.” You cupped your ear with your free hand.

“Please don't leave.” He said louder, standing tall and gaining his composure.

He was so damn stubborn. This was your chance to finally get him to stop acting like a goddamn child and realize that he needs to take some accountability for his own Hero agency. That means not having someone holding his hand all day to get him to do his work, even if it wasn't hero work.

You tilted your head implying what it was you wanted to hear. “I'll take your morning debriefs more seriously.” He said with a sullen tone.

“And?”

“And we can discuss a significant raise if you keep helping me the way you do.”

“And?”

He’d catch on in a second.

“I'll go get those papers done.” He sighed, having been defeated by a midget in a dress, “Right now.” He let go of your arm.

You looked up at him with a cocky grin on your face and walked back to your desk.

You sat down and organized the papers you had thrown and glanced to the three boys standing shocked at what had just happened, “Like a fiddle.” You smirked, going back to your duties and watching his defeated form pass your desk and back into his office.

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cutesuki--bakugou · 5 years

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Always

Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (OC)

Story Rating: Explicit

Genre: Fluff / Hurt / Comfort / Romance / Domestic

Story Warnings: Topics of Depression / Anxiety / Body Image / Eating Disorder / Suicide, cursing, sex, alcohol

Chapter 1: Always, I’m Alone

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Chapter Rating: Teen Warnings: Cursing, Children Tantrums, Parental Distress Words: 2,499

Bakugou, even though most people wouldn’t expect it of him, liked routines and consistency in his life. He had a schedule of how and when he did things, and though events could throw it off like an illness or injury, he still stuck to them the best he could. This included things that weren’t necessarily something that could be scheduled, but that he was used to occurring when he did certain things or came to certain areas. When he arrived home after a busy day at work, he was always greeted by his children, who came running up to him the instant they could hear the door opening. Then, a welcome home kiss from his wife before they began to prep dinner and the night would settle on from there.

It was something that he greatly enjoyed, to come home to his family and finally relax after a difficult day. Oftentimes, on days that were horrifically stressful like the one he had today, it was something that he looked forward to, wanting to just cuddle up on the couch for some TV or reading with his family. That is what he expected, what he had planned on happening, but the instant he walked through the front door, he knew that his usual daily comfort was going to be disturbed.

Loud, horrific screaming and crying could be heard through the entire house, and Bakugou was surprised that he hadn’t heard it from outside. From the severity of it, he knew that it was his two-year-old daughter, who had an attitude that could match his and a set of lungs that could break glass. Behind the tantrum that he was familiar with, he could hear the softer crying of his son, and though the four year old was more timid than his sister, he could still throw a fit fiercely enough to even bother his ever patient and calm mother.

At first, Bakugou though that something was wrong, his instinct to run in and protect his family foremost in his mind. That is, until he finally heard his wife, trying to calm the children.

“I know, baby, but we just can’t go today.”

“You promised, you promised!”

“We will have to go a different day, there’s no more time--”

“You’re a liar! Liar!”

Frowning, Bakugou left his belongings at the entrance and was quick to step out of his shoes, ignoring his slippers in favor of reaching the kitchen faster. Even as he entered, his presence was ignored, with his lovers back to him and his tiny daughter still screaming, latched to her legs as she held their son on her hip. Just from his first immediate glance at his wife, he could see that she was a complete mess, her white hair half fallen out of the high bun she usually sported and still in the same pajamas she had woken up in. It seemed as if she hadn’t had a moment to herself the entire day, but this wasn’t the first time he had seen her like this.

Koge took to being a parent faster than Bakugou could have ever hoped to, and though he hadn’t meant for it to happen, much of the responsibility caring for the children had fallen on her. Over and over, she told him that she didn’t mind, that she preferred to stay home with the children and stop working. But lately, there had been a frustration that he could see and feel, just from the way she acted with the children and even with him. They had yet to talk about it, as when he attempted to, she would blow him off and say that nothing was wrong. She would persuade him with a gentle smile and tender touch, claiming that she was just tired, and he would leave it at that.

Maybe that was the problem. Had he been wrong in not pushing the subject, to dig deeper and find out what was causing this change in her attitude? Now, as Koge placed her son onto the counter, reaching up to rub her face with both hands with slumped shoulders, Bakugou knew that he couldn’t keep out of this for another second.

“Natsuki!” Bakugou barked in the authoritative father voice that he had almost perfected. “That’s enough, stop screaming and pulling on your mother’s pants like that!”

Startling the child out of her fit, Natsuki turned her teary gaze up towards him, her cheeks flushed and wet with tears. “D-Da! Mommy lied!” Releasing Koge’s legs, Natsuki quickly dashed over to her father, clutching onto his pant leg instead. “No park!”

“All this screaming is because you didn’t get to go to the park today?” Bakugou squatted down, picking up the toddler before standing. “Your mother did not lie to you, Natsuki--”

“She did!” Natsuki squealed in a high pitched, pained voice that made Bakugou wince. “She promised! She did, did, did!”

“I said that’s enough. You won’t be going to the park at all this week if you keep this up. Utsuro, how long has this been going on?” As he questioned his lover, he came up to stand beside her, a bit shocked at the state of his son. “What the hell happened today?!”

Crying as well, Matsuki sat on the counter as Koge worked to clean a small wound on his forearm. It was a familiar, light burn mark that Bakugou could recognize, as it had come from the child's freshly developed quirk. Although he had at first been very excited that his son ended up with the same quirk as him, the timid nature of the child had caused a lot of problems, as it would go off any time he was upset or nervous. Even now as Koge worked to put ointment on the burn, his palms were crackling and popping. What was worse, was that he was covered head to toe in what looked to be paint, as if it had exploded all over him.

Koge only spared her husband a quick glance, a small shake of her head further displacing her messy hair. “His quirk went off while he was painting, and he panicked… So it just went off more and exploded stuff all over the place. He ended up burning himself on top of that…” As she spoke, her voice began to quiver, and a rare shine of tears appeared in her eyes. “Natsuki’s been screaming like this all day, over every little thing. Neither of them has taken a nap-- Ah, dang it!” As she moved to pick up the box of band aids, she instead knocked it off the counter, sending the contents all over the flooring.

As if that were the final straw, Koge didn’t even bother to bend down and get them, instead hiding her face in both of her hands as she took in a trembling deep breath. Bakugou’s heart ached to see her like this, as she was normally a very composed and emotionally stable person. There was something more bothering her than just a frustrating and bad day, but finding out why would have to wait.

Moving Natsuki over to his opposite hip, Bakugou placed his hand on Koge’s back. “Koge, why don’t you go take a break, I’ll deal with this.”

“I can’t leave all of this to you, Katsuki,” Koge shook her head, wiping her eyes before any tears could fall. “He still needs bathed, and the living room needs cleaned, there’s laundry and I haven’t done anything for dinner--”

“Hey,” Bakugou interrupted her with a soft caressing of her cheek, pulling her eyes off the scattered bandages to instead look up at him. In that moment, he could see how absolutely defeated she was, exhausted and pushed to her limits. With a gentle stroke of his thumb against her flushed cheek, Bakugou kissed her forehead. “I got this. Go upstairs, take a bath, and just relax for a bit, okay? I’ll take care of it.”

After a moment of contemplating, Koge gave a timid nod, looking over her son with obvious worry before she turned to leave. Before Matsuki could get upset, Bakugou stepped to stand in front of him, blocking his view of Koge as she left the kitchen. “Alright, you little squids, you get to deal with me, now.”

“D-D-Daddy,” Matsuki struggled to speak between his sobs, jumping from fright as his quirk went off again. “I-I-I can’t s-stop! M-My arm hurts!”

“I know, squid, it’s okay. Hey, Natsuki,” Squatting down, Bakugou stood his daughter in front of him, glad that she had at least stopped screaming. “Daddy needs your help.”

“I don’t want to!” Natsuki crossed her arms defiantly over her chest. “Meanie!”

“I am not a meanie. You had better stop talking to me like that, your little butt is going to be in time out. You know better than to talk to me and your mother like that. Don’t you want to help me make your brother feel better? He really needs our help right now, Natsu.” Picking up the band aid box beside his feet, he waited as Natsuki glanced up at her brother, shuffling about on her feet.

“He blew himself up.”

“He did. That’s why he really, really needs our help right now. I really need your help, too, because I can’t fix him without you.” Bakugou handed her the band aid box, which she took, holding it up to her face to peer into it.

“Daddy, there’s no band aids!”

“I know! Look, they’re on the floor. Why don’t you help me get them all up while I help Matsu feel better? You’re super-fast, you can do it, right?”

“I can do it! Very fast!” And with that, Natsuki began to pick up the band aids, shoving them haphazardly into the box. Giving a sigh of relief, Bakugou picked one up that was closer to him, wanting to finish helping Matsuki quickly. Still hiccupping with fresh tears running down his cheeks, Matsuki looked up at him, waiting as Bakugou gave his hands a quick wash in the sink beside him.

“D-daddy, my tummy h-hurts…”

“I know, squid. But it’s okay.” After drying his hands, Bakugou used a q-tip to place a little fresh ointment over the wound. “It’s not too bad this time, kiddo. Just a little mark. Were you painting?”

“Yeah… It wasn’t going good, anyways…” Tears no longer falling as the conversation distracted him from the injury, Matsuki reached up to wipe his face with his uninjured hand, though he only spread the still wet paint further across his cheeks. “I had messed it up already before I blew up everything.”

“Let me guess what you were painting… Me?”

Matsuki cracked a small smile, giving a shake of his head. “No.”

“No, not me? Okay…” Grabbing some gauze, Bakugou placed it carefully over the wound, before working to secure it with the bandage he had grabbed. “Then… Mom?”

“I painted her yesterday, Daddy, you remember?”

“Oh, that’s right, that’s right. Natsuki, babygirl, hand me another band aid?” When one was plopped into his hand by the highly focused toddler, he used it to secure the gauze as well. “Okay, if not me and not your mom… Not Natsuki, either?”

“Nope!” Now happily kicking his feet, Matsuki’s smile grew, as if he were just itching to tell what he had been painting. “It’s not a person.”

“Not a person, huh? Oh, I know.” Bakugou gave a sly smile, poking his finger into some of the still wet paint on his son's shirt. “All this blue paint… And some purple. Ah! A whale!” With a light poke, Bakugou plopped the glob of paint onto Matsuki’s nose, making the young boy burst out into giggles.

“Yeah! Daddy, how did you know?” Matsuki carefully slid off the counter with Bakugou’s help. “I didn’t give you any hints.”

“I’m just that smart, kiddo. Why don’t you go upstairs to your bathroom and take these clothes off, okay? Then I can wash the paint off you.” Bakugou gave Matsuki’s fluffy blonde hair a playful ruffle, sending him off.

“Daddy, Daddy!” Natsuki tugged on his hand to get his attention, holding up the box of band aids towards him. “I’m done!” Taking the box from her, Bakugou gave the top of her head a few pats, allowing her to hug his leg while he put away the items for the first aid back into the plastic box. “I’m sorry for yelling, Daddy.”

“Okay, Natsu. But I’m not the one you need to apologize to. When Mom comes out, you apologize to her, too. Promise?”

“I promise, Daddy! I go help Matsuki, okay?”

“Good girl.” As his daughter dashed away, Bakugou let out a heavy sigh, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose and rub the corners of his eyes. Although he had promised to take care of everything tonight to let Koge have time to herself, he could stop this constant heavy worry that had settled on his shoulders. He wanted to go comfort her, to find out exactly what was wrong and work out every detail to try and make things better, but for now, all he could do was give her time to recover and take care of the children.

What the hell is wrong with you, Koge… You can’t keep letting everything boil out of control like this and hide when you’re upset. How am I supposed to help you if you don’t tell me this shit?

Resting his elbows on the counter, he took a moment to contemplate his options. He knew that what she needed the most right now was time. Time to think, time to recover, time to herself, and just more time in general to get caught up on things. He felt ashamed with himself for not giving her that time more often, having been focusing so hard on his career lately that he didn’t take more than a day off a week. There were more factors in place besides his own selfishness in wanting to work so much. No, he had to work that much to support them while she was staying home. Yes, it was manageable for him and he didn’t mind it, but it was obvious that his increased hours and workload were taking more of a toll on her.

Still, he felt a sinking in his gut that told him that Koge was being dragged down by something more than just exhaustion. That feeling told him that he needed to be there for her, so pulling out his phone, he began to make his way towards the living room and up the stairs. As the phone began to ring, he held it up to his ear, walking slowly and talking quietly so he wouldn’t be noticed by those upstairs.

“Hey Mom… Yeah, not bad. Yeah. Hey, I need a favor… Can you watch the kids this weekend? Yeah, I’ll bring them tonight… Like two hours…”

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dantesilvadraws · 5 years

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Determined Ch. 1

Fifteen years ago Bakugou Katsuki left to become the hero he always wanted to be. Even if that meant leaving Kirishima Eijirou and their pup behind. Kirishima Katsumi grew up hating the hero Ground Zero for leaving and hurting his father. Now that Ground Zero has returned to his home city, Katsumi wants to hunt him down and avenge all the pain he caused his father, Eijirou.

Warning --- OMEGAVERSE

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“What a fucking joke.” the young teenager scoffed as he sat crossed legged on the living room floor. His bright red eyes stared straight onto the television screen. On the screen was a beaming, anthropomorphic lioness newscaster talking pridefully about a local hero who was returning.

The teenager scratched at a bandage on under his right eye, and cursed at the words the woman said, “This is the most fucking --”

“Katsumi.”

Katsumi froze, and slowly turned to look over his shoulder at his father who was standing at the entrance of the living room. The young teen laughed nervously, and ran a hand through his shoulder length black hair with natural blond tips.

“What’s wrong, Dad?”

Katsumi’s father sighed, he set the bowl he was holding against his hip and uttered a single word, “Language.”

“But I heard you curse on a news website once!” Katsumi argued, “During the Red Riot and Deku interview.”

Eijirou blinked a few times, surprised that his son had been watching the interview -- if Katsumi had seen that, then how many articles had he read? How many reports had he seen?

Eijirou regrouped and pulled himself back, “Yeah, I did say shit but I was describing something to someone, but you’re -- you, what are you, why are you cursing?”

Katsuki pointed at the television.

“Hm?” Kirishima stared at the television and heard the newscaster saying, “You heard right, the explosive hero, Ground Zero is returning, right here to his hometown.” the image on the screen cut from the newscaster to a few candid photos of a dusty blond, who was so familiar but only a memory. The woman continued to speak over the photos, “A few of our viewers sent in these photos, showing that yes, he has arrived in town safely and will begin his new life here, under a new hero agency.”

Katsumi watched his father’s face change from the upturned eyebrows and frown of concern, to a gentile, hopeful smile...and his eyes were looking at something past the television, something Katsumi couldn’t see.

“Hey, Dad!”

Eijirou blinked away and turned his attention to his son. Katsumi had his bandaged hands balled into tight fists. He growled, and declared, “As soon as I see his face, I’m kicking his ass.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Eijirou shook his head and took a few steps back from the television, “But if you do manage to get your hands on him, go easy on him.”

Katsumi wanted to say a few more colorful things about Ground Zero, but he stopped himself and allowed his father to return to the kitchen. He frowned and changed the channel on the television. He then reached over toward the back of the room and began scrolling through his phone while listening to anime playing in the background.

As Eijirou made his way back into the kitchen, he heard the sound of the anchor’s voice change into a high pitched animated one. Even though Katsumi likes to think he is an adult, that young teen is still very much just that -- a young teen. So full of emotion. So full of energy. So full of determination.

Eijirou, now behind the stove, began to pour the batter into the pan. As he watched the batter bubble in the pan, he began to recall the past -- he thought way back -- fifteen years back, to the last time he saw Bakugou, Katsuki.

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Eijirou was sitting on a park bench while Bakugou was standing and staring into the sunset. It was his last sunset here, and tomorrow when the sun would rise so would the next chapter of his life. A life without his boyfriend, Kirishima.

“So, you’re really going to leave, huh?” Kirishima asked with a frown, his eyes lingering on a bandage located at the bend of his arm. It was because he needed some intravenous medicine since they just discovered he was --

Bakugou turned around to face Kirishima, the light of the setting sun gave him a fiery aura. It illuminated his outline in a way Kirishima would never forget. Bakugou’s eyes were sharp, and his lips trembled with an answer that he knew his omega already knew. It was right in front of him.

If Bakugou faced Kirishima, his back would be turned toward the sun and the bright future he always envisioned for himself. But if he faced his future, he’d have to leave to Kirishima.

“Will you hate me if I leave?”

“Katsuki, why are you asking me something like that when you’re just going to leave anyway?” Kirishima’s voice was softer than it should have been, it quivered with a sadness that was inevitable.

Bakugou shut his eyes and squeezed his hands into fists. He looked so much like the child throwing an emotional tantrum that Kirishima had met three years ago and not the man that was about to leave him.

“Eijirou…” Bakugou spoke his omega’s name in between his teeth.

“Listen, I won’t hate you,”Kirishima admitted, placing a hand on over his stomach “I should but, I’m just not the type to do that. But I can’t say the same about our pup.”

“Come with me then.” Bakugou suggested, taking a step forward. “Give up the kid and come with me.”

“We’ve talked about this.” Kirishima stood up, “I’m not getting an abortion or giving it up!”

“And I don’t want it!” Bakugou argued, “We can’t take care of a kid, you know this! There is no way we can raise a child and be the heroes we want to be! Just imagine all the lives we can save, Eijirou, it doesn’t make sense that you’d want to give up saving those lives all because you knocked yourself up.”

“Excuse me?” Kirishima could feel his skin begin to harden as the anger within him rose, “I didn’t get myself pregnant! You’re the one who knotted and --,”

“I bet you wanted this to happen!” Bakugou accused, “You wanted to trap me here with you because you know you’ll never be as good me and you wanted to bring me down with you!”

Kirishima gasped and suddenly all that anger that was beginning to rise up within him was turning into sadness, “What...no, do -- do you really think that?”

“It’s the truth, isn’t it?” Bakugou continued, “I’ve heard about this happening to others! You omegas are just fat whores who trap their alphas to keep them from reaching their dream!”

Kirishima didn’t say anything back, he turned away from Bakugou and ran home.

It was all so long ago, and in that time, Bakugou did become a great hero. Eijirou also became the hero he always wanted to be, it rough at times, but he did succeed. Bakugou had decided not to be in his child’s life, even if he had a son or daughter, or if the kid had been adopted or aborted. And all those years, Bakugou never bothered to contact Eijirou nor did Eijirou ever try to contact Bakugou. They had decided to live their lives independent of each other.

Katsumi walked into the kitchen, he watched as his father flipped each pancake onto the plate.

There was a piece of Eijirou that still had feelings for Bakugou. He’d sometimes think back to before their last fight. He’d recall how sweet Bakugou could be, and how he was only sweet to him. How Bakugou would say he loved him, and how gentle those dangerous hands could be on rainy days.

Katsumi knew that Ground Zero had broken his father’s heart, and now it was up to him to seek vengeance. He decided he was going to break Ground Zero’s arms and legs.

“That smells really good Dad.”

The sound of his son’s voice snapped Eijirou back to the present.

“Thank you.” Kirishima said, “Now go wash up, dinner is just about ready. Oh, and there is a letter for you on the table, I think it’s from UA.”

Katsumi’s eyes glanced down at the table and saw an unopened letter. He took it in his hands and saw that it was addressed to him, Kirishima Katsumi. He tore open the envelope and quickly skimmed through it.

Eijirou watched Katsumi’s eyes dart from side to side across the letter, a ball of nervousness began to grow in his chest with every passing second.

When suddenly Katsumi grinned, showing his pointed teeth and he exclaimed excitedly, “I did it, I got in!”

Eijirou thought he might faint from the excitement, he took Katsumi in an embrace, lifting his feet off the tile floor.

“I’m so proud of you, Katsumi!” he kissed the young teen on the forehead, “You’re going to do so good!”

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waywardfacegarden · 5 years

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bleeding out

so, i made a thing :)

set after chapter 190/191 on manga with minor spoilers (i think) so! beware anime-only watchers!

i wasn’t planning on doing this but then i watched this video (which is amazing and heartbreaking btw, go and watch it) and i started sobbing and writing this... why...

anyway, let me know what do you think c:

On ao3 :) The fic under the cut c:

"I am proud of you, son."

"So, I want to become a hero you are proud of."

"A hero you are proud of."

Words echo in his shattered mind, over and over and over and over again, like the click of a clock's hands, constant, endless, overwhelming.

"Ugh."

Frankly, it is torture. Shouto runs a hand through his hair, drops his arm over his eyes, sighs. His head throbs, punctures, buzzes; and he is so, so tired. So, so, so exhausted. It feels like he hasn't slept in weeks.

The memory is still fresh in his mind. His father's face telling him that, the way his own chest contracted with something he couldn't explain (if it was disgust, surprise, hope, confusion, or all in one, or something else, Todoroki had no idea); as well as his father's flames on television, burning, burning, burning, the way he had shouted, without recognizing his own voice, without recognizing where all those feelings were sprouting from, without knowing why the hell he was scared of all things (hell, he was talking about the man who appeared in his nightmares, the man whose simple gaze made him nauseous, the man who, for so long, only tormented him and who, honestly, still seemed to be chasing him some way or another), without understanding why he was so hopelessly relieved, his legs finally giving in after he knew he was alive— that Endeavor, that his father, that that man, was alive.

Everything was so alive in his mind, stirring again and again along with the words, bleeding in his chest, in his mind.

But there was all that too. The memories. The vivid image of his father looming over him, the feeling of his own knees on the floor, his own fingers scratching the wooden boards at his feet, the pain in his stomach, the itching of vomit burning his throat, his insides. The trembling of his body so, so small and so, so fragile, crumbling at the fatigue, the pain of his bones, the ache of his muscles. The sensation of boiling water on his face, not only burning his skin, but also his own soul, his will, his mental and emotional state, breaking the last of hope within him; filling him with hate, hate, hate.

"Ugh."

Todoroki drops against the counter, the cold marble feeling like ice on his back. His stomach is starting to twist.

He can see his mother's face, wild eyes looking at him with hate and revulsion. The world around him begins to spin as he collapses on the ground, the knot in his stomach clenching. His chest tightens, the sound of a boiling kettle echoes in his ears, and suddenly he has trouble breathing.

"Oh." Someone says, but Shouto can barely hear anything other than the sharp, shrill screech of the teapot, which is getting louder and louder. “It's you, half and half. Why the fuck are you sitting there in the dark, you almost—”

Everything spins, everything spins, everything spins, and it's dark, and he can't breathe. He can't breathe, he can't breathe, he can't breathe. He is vomiting on the floor, his father looking at him disapprovingly; he is standing in the frame of the kitchen door, his mother looking at him with unfocused eyes, full of hate, and the damn teapot doesn’t stop bursting in his ears.

"Ah." Todoroki complains again, his body curling up, shrinking.

"Oi, you...?"

Suddenly, there is an icy hand on his forehead, removing the hair that sticks on his skin thanks to the sweat that is beginning to accumulate, although Todoroki barely registers it in the middle of the chaos. The teapot...

"Holy shit, you're burning up."

Another hand on his shoulder. "Fuck. Todoroki, look at me.” The hand on his shoulder squeezes, the hand on his forehead lifts his face. "Todoroki." The voice breaks and cuts through the strident sound of the kettle, and then the fierce crimson eyes appear right in front of him. "Fuck." His chest hurts, hurts, hurts; he barely can breathe. "Todoroki, look at me, breathe."

Todoroki looks at the eyes in front of him.

“Focus on me, okay? Breathe with me.” The voice is firm enough for Todoroki to focus on it. "Alright? Breathe with me. Shit."

"Ugh."

"Shouto." The hand on his forehead moves to his cheek, his thumb brushing against his jaw. It's Bakugou, in front of him, frowning. “Breathe; you're okay. Everything is fine.” Shouto looks at Bakugou, concentrates on his hands, grabbing him carefully (steady, unwavering), even if he is being too firm. “For once in your life, pay attention to me and concentrate. Focus on me, okay? Focus on my voice.” Todoroki does what he is told, because all of a sudden the kettle has stopped whistling, and Bakugou is the only thing in front of him. "You're okay. You're on a dirty kitchen floor, and you look like shit, and it's three damn in the morning, but you're fine. Everything is fine, so breathe.”

Bakugou keeps talking, until Shouto calms down and feels like he can breathe again. Until all he can hear is Bakugou's voice, soft and low but so Bakugou. Until he can feel the ground again under his feet, and look at Bakugou's frown in front of him, wrinkling his face inches from his.

After Bakugou checks that Todoroki is breathing normally again, he presses his fingers against his forehead one more time. "You're still hot." He mutters, the frown on his forehead still not disappearing. He moves back from where he is kneeling in front of him, and stands up.

"Come on," he says, and offers a hand at Todoroki. When Todoroki stretches to take it, Bakugou takes him by the wrist and helps him to his feet. Todoroki stabilizes, resting his back on the counter behind him, while Bakugou moves to turn on the light.

Todoroki blinks one, two, three times to adjust his eyes, while Bakugou sighs. "Holy fuck." He murmurs, and moves silently through the kitchen, behind Shouto.

Todoroki closes his eyes and breathes. What the hell just happened? God, that was horrible.

“Here.” Bakugou's voice makes Todoroki to open his eyes, just in time to see how the blond takes his wrist and places a piece of damp cloth in his hand.

Todoroki blinks at his hand, then at Bakugou, and again. Bakugou rolls his eyes, as if Todoroki was stupid, but he doesn't seem angry, even if he doesn't stop frowning. He points his own forehead with his thumb, “Put it on your forehead for a while. It should help you get the fever down.”

Todoroki blinks.

"Oh." He says.

He has fever? Is that why it is so hot in there? Is that why his throat is so dry?

Bakugou crosses his arms and treads impatiently with one foot. That's when Todoroki realizes he is barefoot. "Well, dumbass?" Bakugou's frown deepens. It's so strange how he doesn't look angry even like that. “Are you going to do it or do I have to do everything for you? Are you a baby?” Well, that sounds more like Bakugou, Todoroki thinks, as he presses the cloth against his warm skin. For some reason, it makes Todoroki feel calm. Although, even so, Bakugou's voice has no hostility in it. Not like Bakugou's voice is hostile all the time, but it is much more intense when he is trying to pick up fights with him.

He closes his eyes again, pressing the cloth over his forehead, and breathes. He drinks in the nightly sounds around him, in Bakugou's bare feet steps, and the other sounds he is making while moving around the kitchen.

Shouto isn't quite sure how long he stays like that, but after a while, Bakugou nudges his leg with his foot.

"Oi."

Todoroki opens his eyes. "Hm?"

Bakugou gestures at the door, "Come on," he says, and moves.

For some reason (probably because Bakugou gives him peace of mind, or because he partly has an ugly sensation in the pit of his stomach, frankly terrified that whatever happened before can happen again, and it would be so much better not to be alone—), Todoroki follows him, without protesting a bit, into the living room, partially illuminated by the huge windows that let the moonlight through.

Bakugou sits cross-legged on the floor at one end of the small table there. That's when Todoroki realizes that Bakugou has a bowl in one hand and a cup in the other; he leaves them on the wooden surface and raises an eyebrow at him.

"Sit down, idiot," he sighs, as if Todoroki was really stupid. Although, again, without any heat. In fact, Bakugou is being incredibly gentle. Or, maybe not gentle, but... nice. In his own way.

Todoroki obeys then, and once he does, Bakugou pushes the bowl and steaming cup towards him. Todoroki blinks. The cup smells good. Like honey and peppermint. It must be tea. Todoroki blinks again. He doesn't remember hearing the sound of a kettle, which means that Bakugou left the lid open on purpose so he wouldn't hear the hiss of the steam. Todoroki blinks one more time. Somehow, Bakugou knew...

Also, the bowl has soba. Judging by the fact that it isn’t steaming, it must be cold soba.

Cold soba.

Todoroki lifts his head to look at Bakugou, who has his arms crossed against his chest and is looking away with a frown and tight lips.

"Um." Shouto says, blinking, a little (very) dazed and bewildered.

Bakugou looks at him through the corner of his eye before looking back at whatever is so interesting on the wall.

He must know instantly what Todoroki is thinking, because he says, "You told Baldy a long time ago, dumbass."

Oh.

That’s true. Although, to be honest, Todoroki didn’t remember that.

How does Bakugou remember that? Well, it is a fact that he has a good memory, but…

"Aren't you going to eat?" Bakugou snaps suddenly, seeing that Todoroki is still sitting there without doing anything other than staring at him.

"Oh. Right.” Todoroki says, takes the chopsticks, gives thanks for the food, and starts eating.

Bakugou looks at him, seeming satisfied that he is finally eating, and then he moves to lie on the floor, arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling, saying nothing more.

It is strange that Bakugou isn’t talking (not that he is talkative or a social person. His social skills are even or worse than Todoroki’s, which is… saying something —he likes to think he’s better than Bakugou at it, though—. But, even so, even so, he usually talks around Todoroki, even if only to bicker with him); but, honestly, it is strange that Bakugou is even there with him, it is strange that Bakugou has cooked for him, and it is strange that he is there at 3 in the morning. Bakugou is usually one of the people who goes to bed early and sleeps his eight hours of sleep, as it should be.

Todoroki frowns. Why was Bakugou there in the kitchen?

Why is him here now?

Now, well, that sounded too rude. It is not as if Bakugou showing any kind gesture was something completely unprecedented, Todoroki has seen him show concern and be nice to others countless times after all, even if Bakugou himself would never admit it aloud. He has seen him give tutoring sessions to several of his classmates, answer questions about class, help in the kitchen (he even cooked for Kaminari, Sero, Ashido and Kirishima once; and when Shouto found out and gave him a quizzical look later, Bakugou only said “they wouldn’t shut up about it”, mostly irritated. Shouto replied something along the lines “oh” and they left it there), give some advice in training for some classmates (in a very professional way —Todoroki would be lying to say he wasn’t impressed, but he wasn’t quite surprised either— even with the ‘idiot’ at the end of the sentence because Kaminari or Kirishima wouldn’t get what he said at the first time). And even if all of that was done so that it seemed like he was reluctantly doing it, letting go of insults and looking irritated, Todoroki knew better.

After all, Bakugou had been incredibly... good company in the extra courses of the provisional license. Sure, he still told Todoroki not to walk in front of him, and sure, he still said insults and got annoyed once in a while. And he was as wild and intense as ever (not like it bothered him. It had grown up in him somehow. He had gotten used to it). But he also waited for Todoroki in the mornings when he was late, with nothing but a “you have no sense of time at all? We’re late already, idiot” and a frown, he came back with him at the dorms (he even shared his umbrella twice with him when it started raining because Todoroki had forgotten his, which, in his opinion, was huge progress between them. Not counting the growl of "God, Todoroki, if you didn't have your head glued to your body...", but it wasn’t that bad of a experience), he would take Inasa off him when he turned out to be too much, he would help him with some extra work (giving him notes, or writing them in the margins of his notebook and post-its because "Todoroki was useless and couldn't take proper notes", so he could remember important points of the lesson or see his mistakes in the exercises), and helped him to bandage himself up because "what the hell, Icyhot, what the fuck is that?", "you don't bandage up something like that; you definitely don’t do it like that", “you're going to get that infected, you stupid moron," and "you're seriously hopeless/useless."

So, yes, Bakugou was actually very nice (in the absence of... a better word) in his own way if he thought about it, so that wasn't exactly what surprised Todoroki.

Nor that he was a good cook, he already knew that before too.

But there was something. Not that Bakugou is being especially gentle with him, no. He's being kind, yeah, but in a Bakugou kind of way. But there is something different in the way he is treating him. In his eyes. There is something in the way he helped him stand up, his fingers taking his wrist carefully; something in the way he checked so Todoroki wouldn’t hear the kettle whistle; something in the way he was looking at him; something in the way his fingers pressed and brushed against his forehead, touch almost soft, almost gentle; something in the way his frown wrinkled at telling him to breathe with him; something in the air that hangs between them right now.

And his expression. His expression looking at Todoroki in the kitchen, giving him the damp cloth. His expression as he saw the window and told him to sit in front of him. His expression when Todoroki started eating.

There was something.

Something there, in full exposure, open in the air so Todoroki could see it even if Bakugou didn't want to, but Todoroki couldn't decipher it. He only remembers seeing it before when he mentioned to Bakugou that there was another way to educate children than using brute force, when he had exhaled heavily, shook his head back and then looked at Todoroki with something besides irritation.

"Well, teach me then." He had said, without protesting more.

It was the same something in his expression.

The same something when Bakugou had taken a look at him knowing that Endeavor was in the audience, the same something when Bakugou had taken a look at him after his dad said the phrase that still echoes in his head.

"How is your head?"

Todoroki blinks at where Bakugou breaks the thread of his thoughts, lying on the floor, an arm over his closed eyes.

“Uh?” Todoroki looks at his hand, that still holds the chopsticks with soba halfway to his mouth. "It’s good." He answers, touching his forehead with his other hand. "Good." He repeats. "I don't have fever anymore, I think."

"Hmph."

Todoroki takes a look at Bakugou. His chest goes up and down along with his breath. He is wearing baggy pants around his hips and a plain black t-shirt with a skull in the center. Todoroki almost smiles. That is, until he sees the small strip of skin exposed between the hem of his pants and his shirt.

Hm.

"Bakugou?"

Bakugou growls, without removing his arm from his eyes to look at him; Todoroki takes it as a "what do you want, idiot?" and goes on:

“Why were you in the kitchen?”

Bakugou keeps silent.

One second, two seconds, three.

Twenty.

"Ba—"

Bakugou sighs, and then answers something that sounds like ghskejdrlfm.

Todoroki blinks.

"… What?"

Bakugou exhales heavily, as if being there hurt him physically. He peeks out behind his arm and growls, louder than usual, "I said I forgot, asshole."

Todoroki blinks again.

Huh?

"You forgot?"

Bakugou huffs, exasperated, and sits down so he can look at him properly. "Well, you scared me to hell, asshole, how the fuck was I supposed to remember after that?"

"Oh." Todoroki puts his chopsticks on the bowl. That’s true. He suddenly feels really bad. "Sorry." Bakugou looks at him with incredulous eyes. He is sorry, though. He lost control there. He doesn't even know what happened. Everything escalated so fast...

"What the fuck?" Bakugou says, then. "No."

Todoroki blinks. "Huh?"

Bakugou makes a frustrated sound in the back of his throat. “Don’t be fucking sorry, idiot.” Then, in a quieter tone, he adds, “It’s not something you can control, anyway.”

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Bakugou gives him a look while Todoroki stares right back. Then, as if he could read Todoroki's mind, he quirks an eyebrow.

"What?"

How does he know that Todoroki wants to ask something, it's just scary, and Shouto doesn't want to ask. Is he so easy to read?

"What was...?" Todoroki starts saying and looks at the kitchen. When he looks back, Bakugou is looking right at him, seeming slightly surprised. Or confused.

“You had a panic attack.” He answers Todoroki's unspoken question and leans back a little. Shouto observes the way he is sitting, with his legs forming an L, feet touching, one knee against his chest while the other falls on the ground forming a square with it, one arm hanging over the raised knee, his other arm stretched out behind him, the palm of his hand on the floor. Bakugou looks at him, looks at the table, leans forward and back again. He looks to the side, looks at him again, shrug a single shoulder. It's kind of weird how Todoroki just paid attention to every one of his movements. “Sometimes they just happen.” He continues, after shrugging, “It's normal.” He shakes his head, as if saying ‘eh’, and adds, “Really shitty, but normal.”

Todoroki looks at him, without answering, and Bakugou seems to read him easily again (did— did Todoroki grow up a new quirk that makes his thoughts visible on his forehead or something?); he makes a vague gesture, moving the hand hanging over his knee in the air. “You know, they’re episodes that give you extreme anxiety or fear, usually triggered by something. They don't last long, but you feel like it's been forever. You have dizziness or cannot breathe or your chest contracts. Basically you think you’re gonna die but you're fine. It must have happened because of the stress you went through.”

Todoroki blinks, listening carefully while Bakugou recites everything calmly, as if he were reading it from an encyclopedia or something.

"Oh."

"Yeah." Bakugou looks at him intentionally. “So don’t be sorry, you moron. It's not something you control, and it's horrible too.”

"Oh," Todoroki repeats, and Bakugou snorts, looking mildly amused.

"Dipshit." He mutters, and turns his head to look out the window.

Todoroki starts thinking about how problematic it should be to help someone in that state, and also about how Bakugou was leaning over him, being so careful, with such a kind voice, spilling concern in the middle of a firm and determined tone. He starts thinking about the wrinkles between Bakugou's eyebrows, the way his hands felt grazing over his forehead and digging on his shoulder, bringing him back to earth, there, to the ground. The way he acted so fast and practical.

And then he's opening his mouth and babbling before even thinking about what he’s saying.

“I didn’t know. I'm so sorry you had to—”

"You wanna die?" Bakugou growls, looking back at him with an annoyed expression, "If you say sorry one more time, I'll kick your ass."

"But—"

"I'll. Kick Your. Ass.”

"Sorry."

"Todoroki."

"Ahh." Todoroki goes, not knowing what to say, because that one was really accidental.

“You fucking moron. You’re hopeless.”

Todoroki doesn’t argue with that, but he feels like he should be offended, so he leans over the table to pick at his arm with one of his chopsticks.

"Ah, gross."

Todoroki smiles softly, amused at Bakugou's extreme reaction, who scowls at the stick like it is the very cause of everything bad in the world. Shouto takes the other chopstick and uses them both to take a bit of what is left of soba in the bowl.

Bakugou makes a face, grimaces as if he had eaten something sour. "Ugh, you're so gross. You just put that on my arm. And then on your mouth."

"Are you saying you're grubby or something?" Todoroki says, eating another bite, pretending innocence.

Bakugou looks sincerely offended at the comment and Todoroki tries to hide his smile behind the chopsticks.

It doesn’t work.

"You fuck." Bakugou says, sounding outraged, "you fuck."

Todoroki shrugs. Bakugou shakes his head like Todoroki was a lost cause.

An hour later (according to the clock hanging behind the television), Todoroki had finished eating, and was lying on the table, his face into the crook of his crossed arms, dozing off while Bakugou stared silently at the window.

Everything was so quiet and silent, and Shouto could fall asleep at any second.

That is, until Bakugou speaks again.

"That sure was something, huh?"

"... Uh?" Todoroki pops open one eye, half sleepy, and moves his head so he can look at the Bakugou’s seated frame.

He is not looking back, however, with his eyes fixed on one spot in the clean glass.

“The show your old man put up in the morning. Going as far as using All Might pose at the end…” Bakugou trails off and clicks his tongue.

Todoroki blinks. He has to know. Bakugou has to know. If he didn’t, he wouldn't…

"How...?" How do you know? How do you know that my panic attack has to do with that? Todoroki doesn’t say it, unable to formulate exactly the question he wants to ask is, but something on his face must indicate something, because when Bakugou turns to look at him— and continues looking at him for a long fifteen seconds later—he reacts. He exhales through his mouth, leans back, and looks at the glass wall next to them. He stares at it for a while, and Todoroki tries to decipher what is going on in his head when Bakugou finally speaks again.

"It wasn't that hard, idiot." He says, without muttering, but in a voice so low that Todoroki can only hear it because they are less than a meter away. "You should’ve seen you in the morning."

Shouto lifts his head off the table to look at him. Bakugou's profile is much softer than it appears to be with his usual expressions (a scowl and a mocking grin or a half-diabolical or murderous smirk). While he has a strong jawline, his other features are much softer: he has a delicate-shaped nose, small lips, thin eyebrows (even if he’s always using them to scowl), soft cheeks and—despite the fierce and wild color—his eyes have a small, thin, pretty shape, framed by long and thick blonde eyelashes (Todoroki can even see them clearly from his place, shining there along with his skin in the pale moonlight). Bakugou Katsuki has an elegant and soft face, polished and dainty features. Todoroki wonders what people would think if they could see him as calm as now all the time.

Bakugou's voice cuts right through the air, startling Todoroki out of his stupor, reminding him why he was looking at him in the first place.

"You looked..."

His crimson eyes look away from the glass, the moonlight projecting on his face, on his neck, on the skin that peeks out of his collarbones, his voice spinning in the space between them.

The words hang in the meaair, meaning nothing at all and, in fact, meaning everything. They are dense, somehow, and Todoroki feels something swirling in his chest, heavy and loaded. He has no idea what it is, and it is not exactly a pleasant feeling, but it is... something. Something.

Always something.

Todoroki's eyes flick from where he was looking at Bakugou's half-bare shoulder to his face.

Bakugou's expression when he looked at the glass was... different. More... softer—or not soft but serene, relaxed. Maybe it's the light, or the angle, but everything in him seems more… open, exposed. Todoroki assumes that the reason is probably because he himself is exposed. Much more than him, probably. He feels open to the outside, like someone just turned around his skin to leave it hanging there, as if everyone could read what he thinks, feel what he feels.

And maybe it is like that.

At least, that's how it feels when Bakugou looks right at him. His eyes penetrate into his, his hair becoming a little softer in the light, and his expression changes again. He doesn’t seem annoyed, or angry, but more like he wanted to read something on his face. The way he looks at him makes Shouto wobble a little mentally. Bakugou has always been insightful, and very observant, and Shouto knows that; but the way he is looking at him now is as if he knew exactly every horrible, terrible thing that Todoroki has suffered in his entire life, that Todoroki has thought in his whole life, that Todoroki has felt all his life.

It is an overwhelming, suffocating sensation that burns and opens and tears him from the inside, and Shouto has to stop looking at him before opening his mouth and saying something stupid.

He feels so exposed. He can still feel Bakugou's eyes on him, following his movements, the way his hands grip at the cup that has long stopped smoking, his fingers curling around the handle.

Of course, the cup is empty, and Bakugou knows it. So it's ridiculous.

Bakugou's eyes doesn’t let go and, involuntarily, his fingers twist. Contract.

The silence grows, expands, swirls, and Todoroki's head starts to spin.

"You looked..."

What? Terrified? Lonely? Sad? Overwhelmed? Tired?

All of the above?

The truth is that it doesn't matter, whatever it is.

Somehow, that sums up everything without saying anything. What happened in the morning, their encounter in the kitchen. This moment. Probably his entire life.

"Do you want more tea?"

Todoroki looks up so fast that he can almost hear something creak in his neck. "Uh?" He says, somewhat higher than normal. A little because he doesn't understand, a little because Bakugou's voice surprises him (again) and a little because he really, seriously doesn't understand.

Bakugou raises an eyebrow at him, the corner of his mouth pulling to the side. "Do you want more tea, you deaf dumbass?"

"Uh."

Bakugou raises the other eyebrow when Todoroki only stares blankly at him. He uncrosses his arms, stops leaning back and stands up, shaking his head with his eyes closed. When he opens them again, there is something similar to amusement glinting there, as if Todoroki’s social ineptitude to talk was somewhat funny.

“You’re seriously a dipshit, Todoroki.” He says, despite not a sign of real bite in his voice. Then he leans down, takes the cup from Todoroki's stunned hands, and presses the fingers of his other hand against his forehead, under his bangs. "Well, at least you don't have fever anymore."

Shouto blinks, with an expression that must be comical. Ridiculously wide eyes, heat creeping slowly at the tips of his ears, lips parted like a fish.

It's ridiculous. Frankly. There is no other way to describe what he is feeling. Bakugou did the same thing with his face just inches from his no more than an hour ago. Why does Todoroki feel like his heart is going to rip, tear and burst out of his chest?

Probably the lack of sleep.

Bakugou pats Todoroki's head—like he is a dog or something, as he walks behind him and goes to the kitchen to refill his cup of tea.

Shouto doesn’t know how to explain it, but the sensation in the pit of his stomach is agitated, churning over and over and over and over again, spilling like ink, falling in chains, cascading, pouring into every part of him.

He doesn't know when he stands up, or when he takes Bakugou's wrist in his hand. He just does it.

He is acting on instinct.

He remembers the way Bakugou looked at him before in the kitchen, with—subtle but there—care and concern, the way he knelt in front of him and helped him breathe. The sound of his voice, his fingers digging into his shoulder, barely touching his forehead.

Todoroki's fingers twitch on Bakugou's wrist.

"Bakugou?"

Everything moves in quick motion before him. The feeling of Bakugou's hands, Bakugou's look, his words. The food. Soba so, so good. Hot, sweet tea; the comfortable feeling in his stomach and throat after drinking it.

Bakugou's profile in the moonlight.

It's like riding a roller coaster, although Todoroki has never been on one. The emotions at the tip of his mouth plummeting at full speed, bursting into the pit of his stomach, spinning, spinning, spinning. His heart hammering in his throat, in his ears, in his head.

"Hm?" Bakugou is standing in the corridor, even if he can move with the loose grip Todoroki has on his arm. He doesn’t, though. He stays there. Todoroki's nails dig in his skin, but Bakugou says nothing more.

Todoroki's chest tightens.

The way Bakugou looks at him is with understanding. He looks at him that way because he understands. Understands what Todoroki feels, what Todoroki thinks. Somehow, Bakugou knows. Somehow, Bakugou recognizes, even if he doesn't know the details, that Shouto's carrying things, carrying so many things reaching, spiraling out of his control.

Bakugou understands. Bakugou understands.

Todoroki's fingers contract, squeezing Bakugou’s wrist. "Bakugou?" He tries again, and Bakugou looks over his shoulder at him.

Crimson, fire, ethereal eyes fixed on him. With that.

That something.

Todoroki’s lips give in, and he smiles softly, so small and subtle that it is barely noticeable, that it is barely there. But Bakugou looks right back at him, and Todoroki knows. Somehow, he knows that Bakugou knows. He knows of the warmth that sprouts in his chest, expanding, bleeding out to every corners in his body.

"Thank you."

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emeraldwaves · 6 years

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Title: What We Lack Part 10 Pairing: Kacchako, Deku/Melissa, Todomomo Rating: T Word Count: 4,079 Read on Ao3 Summary:

Quirkless.

They’re the last people anyone expects to have a child without a quirk.

Neither of them can fully wrap their heads around it, but Ochako knows Katsuki is struggling far more than her.

Thank you to @its-love-u-asshole for beta-ing

Full fic under the cut

His hands shook as he held the unopened letter in his hand. His future, the entire path of his life rode on the answer inside of it. He took a deep breath, his eyes fixated on the envelope, as if he could see through it.

"You're being kinda dramatic, Shou," Sayuri said, raising her eyebrow at him.

"Sayu... be nice. I'm sure you'll be just as nervous when you apply to high schools," Ochako said softly, placing her hand on Shouhei's shoulder. "It's going to be okay sweetheart-"

"Just open the damn thing!" Katsuki hissed, slamming his hand on the table.

"Katsuki!" Ochako gasped.

"Shut up, Dad! I bet you took forever to open yours!" Shouhei snapped, glaring at his father.

"Yeah, right," Ochako rolled her eyes. "Knowing your father, he probably tore the letter open with his teeth."

"Gross!" Sayuri giggled. "You would do that." She wrinkled her nose and nudged her dad in the side.

"Shut up, all of you and let Shouhei open his freaking letter!" he said, folding his arms over his chest.

"You were the one who was pressuring him to open it faster!" Sayuri said.

"I'm going to open it in my room if you all don't shut up!" Shouhei snorted, shaking his head.

He tucked his finger under the back of the envelope, pulling up on the sealed down flap. He yanked the paper out, tossing the envelope aside as he began to scan the letter. "U.A. is... proud to welcome Bakugou Shouhei.... to class 1-A!"

Ochako immediately cheered, throwing her hands up as she wrapped them around her son, snuggling him so hard. "The same class as us and everything!! Oh my boy!" she said, and cupped his cheeks, pulling him into a large hug. "I knew you could do it! You're going to be amazing!"

"Thanks, Mom," he said, a huge smile on his face. "I wasn't too worried either."

"We'll have to celebrate! Tomorrow, Katsuki and I will get home early and we can all go to dinner together!!" she said, bouncing up and down. "I'm so excited!" Ochako danced about, clapping her hands together. "I'm so proud of you!"

"Great fuckin' job," Katsuki said, letting his hand fall onto Shouhei's shoulder. "I knew you'd kick ass. You're my goddamn son. I knew you were going to do just as great as your mother and me."

"Thanks Dad."

For a moment, Sayuri watched the scene take place. Her mother cupping Shouhei's face, her father with the widest smirk she had ever seen... Did she even belong here? She would never experience this to the same level... sure, her parents would be proud of her when she finally got into high school, where ever she chose to go. But she would never be a pro-hero, she would never be in the same classes her parents were in...

She bit on her lip, trying to swallow her jealousy. She should be happy for her brother, focusing on celebrating his successes, one day she would have her own... She just hated being the odd ball, the only one of them to be on the outside. It was as if someone put up a piece of glass between her and them, and she was simply watching her family life play out as if she wasn't around.

"Well, Sayuri?" Ochako asked. "You don't have anything to say to your brother?"

"Huh!? Oh... Sorry! Spacing out... oops. " She laughed and leaped forward to hug him. "Congratulations, Shou..." she said quieter. "You're gonna kick some major ass, for both of us!"

"For both of us!" Shou nodded.

The four of them laughed for awhile longer, Katsuki and Ochako sharing stories of their first year. "I really hope it won't be as eventful for you, Shou," Ochako sighed. "There were too many things that happened in our first year."

"Even if it is, Shou is gonna kick ass. No villain will hold my son back," Katsuki hissed.

"Well, please do not get kidnapped like your father did, I think I will have a heart attack if you do," Ochako whined.

"Oi! I ended up being fine!" he snarled. Both Sayuri and Shouhei had heard the story plenty of times, but it always changed depending on who was telling it. Katsuki often talked about All Might's heroic end, while Ochako, Uncle Deku and Uncle Eijirou talked about how Katsuki never would've been okay if the small group hadn't sneaked out of the hospital. Though admittedly, Sayuri had a difficult time imagining Uncle Tenya and Auntie Momo doing anything remotely against the rules.

She would probably never know the true story, but she loved when they talked about it.

To her, her parents were incredible; absolutely perfect. Her mother was flawless, her quirk unique and obviously difficult to master. And her father was number 1, though occasionally Uncle Deku and Uncle Shouto would beat him. For as long as she could recall, the three had been at odds.

But to her, Katsuki would always be the image of a true hero.

"I should probably go finish my homework," Sayuri admitted, at the end of one of Ochako's rushed, but excited stories.

"Okay sweetheart," Ochako nodded.

"Good girl. Get your work done and get to bed early."

"Okay, Dad," she said, rolling her eyes. Sometimes she forgot how much of a nerd her father could be.

"I gotta go call Yuuta and see if he got in too!" Shouhei said, pulling his phone from his pocket.

Sayuri stepped into her room with a sigh, letting the door shut behind them. On her nightstand stood her parents’ figures and she looked at them with sad eyes. Would they ever care about what she chose to do? Even if she followed in Melissa's footsteps and helped create technology to assist heroes, would her parents find that as amazing as her brother?

She looked down at her hands. Having her father's quirk would've been so cool. She would propel herself through the sky and explode stupid bullies who were rude and...

Clenching her fists, she let them drop to her side.

She had to stop dreaming about having a quirk when she knew it was never going to happen.

Yuuta stared at his brother, biting down on his lip. He trailed his finger over the top of the envelope and Arata let out a sigh, watching the nervous movement. He prayed they both got in... or if one of them got in, he prayed it was Arata.

"How about you both open on three?" Momo suggested, gently touching their shoulders. "I'll count."

"Good idea," Shouto nodded, looking between both his boys.

"One, two three, go!" Momo cheered, and both boys tore the top of the envelope off.

U.A is proud to welcome Todoroki Yuuta into class 1-A.

He blinked, reading the sentence again. Todoroki Yuuta was certainly his name, so it wasn't wrong. He thought for sure he was going to fail.

1-A... the same class as his parents.

His lips slowly pulled into a smile. "I-I got in!" he said, "I got in! Class 1-A" he repeated, as if he needed to say it to believe it himself.

"Our old class! That's wonderful Yuu!" Momo said and leaned over to kiss the side of his head. "Arata?"

Arata stood, clutching the sheet of paper between his trembling hands, his chest heaved with his deep breaths. "This is fucking stupid," he growled, slamming the paper down on the table as he stormed off towards his room.

"Oh... Arata... " Momo said, frowning as she started to walk after him. "Sweetheart, it's okay," she called out, stopping short when he slammed the door to his room directly in her face.

"Arata!" Shouto called out. "There's no reason to slam the door in your mother's face. We can discuss this." His tone grew more calm as he continued to talk.

Yuuta bit down on his lip and leaned forward to grab Arata's paper. Had he really not gotten in? There was no way... Arata excelled at the physical tests and Yuuta was certain he must've done well on the written exam so... why-

He paused as he read the words on the page.

U.A is proud to welcome Todoroki Arata into class 1-B.

The B-class. It wasn't technically any different than class 1-A, both of them learned the same things and were required to take the same classes, but... maybe because it wasn't the same as their parents... Arata felt it was lesser?

"A-Arata!" Yuuta called out. "Did you read your letter wrong?"

He probably hadn't... but he wanted to reassure his brother. He made his way towards his door, holding his letter.

The door swung open and Arata reached out, yanking the letter from Yuuta's hands. "I read it just fine."

"Then... why are you upset?"

"Because I..." he glared at Yuuta and shook his head. "It's none of your damn business!" he hissed and slammed the door once more.

"...Arata..." Momo whispered, gently placing her hand on the door. "Please talk to us. We're your family we want to help. We should be celebrating together!"

"What did it say, Yuu?" Shouto asked, looking to his other son.

"He's in. He's in class 1-B."

"Ah..." Shouto sighed. "This is nothing to be upset over, Arata. The A class and the B classes are the same."

"Please come out, we should be celebrating!" Momo repeated softly. Once again, they were met with complete silence.

"I'm... going to call Shouhei..." Yuuta said, feeling the awkward tension in the air. He didn't wish to upset his parents any more.

"That's fine," Shouto nodded, gently stroking down Momo's back.

"Maybe tomorrow then… we can...!" she said, looking disheartened.

"I'll speak to Arata and we can celebrate during dinner tomorrow," Shouto said. "Let's... give him his space for now." He sighed, looking at the door. Yuuta slowly backed away, listening to his parents continue the conversation. This was supposed to be a momentous, happy occasion... so why was Arata so mad?

"It seems Arata has some anger he needs to work through," Shouto whispered, and Yuuta listened in closely from down the hall.

"I just don't understand where it's coming from. The B class is exactly the same... he should be happy," Momo said, distress clear in her voice.

Yuuta hated seeing his parents like this, but it wasn't worth it to try and argue with Arata when he was in such a horrible damn mood.

He gently placed his own letter back down on the table. Hopefully they could all celebrate soon.

"Arata got MAD!?" Shouhei yelled, his voice echoing through the night as they sat on the slide in the park. Yuuta lay against Shouhei, letting the other boy gently stroke through his hair.

"Shh, Shouhei!" he giggle and Shouhei gently nudged his head.

Ever since the exam, they'd been like this, closer and more willing to touch. Yuuta liked it.

They met in the park, a little while after finding out they would share the same class through their high school experience. The park had become their secret meeting spot over the past few weeks. Normally they swung on the swings, or hid out in the hollow turtle, but tonight, Yuuta was happy to be lying closer to him.

He always felt more distressed when his brother was so unhappy.

"My parents are really upset," Yuuta said softly. "He won't come out of his room and explain why."

"Do you know why? Sayuri seemed a little upset too. She disappeared to do homework tonight damn fast. But that's typical of her, she always gets a little weird when quirk stuff comes up."

"That makes sense..." Yuuta said softly. "I would be sensitive too if I was her... But Arata has no reason to be upset. The B class and the A class are the same... we're going to have different teachers but... it'll be the same," he says softly.

"Maybe you should talk to him?" Shouhei suggested, gently rubbing at his neck.

"That's the thing... Arata has barely been talking to me lately. He just seems like a giant ball of rage..." Yuuta puffed out his cheeks, frustrated with his brother.

"Yeah... that's weird. He's always been more energetic than you, but he seems really pissed lately. I mean he even told on us for sticking up for Sayuri," Shouhei scoffed. "How is it that you're so damn perfect, and your brother is a fucking nightmare?!"

"Shou-kun! He's not a nightmare... he's just... closed off right now. I wish I could figure out why."

"Yeah... it just sucks... I mean we should all be fuckin' celebrating!" he sighed, leaning back against the slide.

Yuuta turned his head and snorted. "We can still celebrate!"

"But I know you, you're gonna be all 'meh', if your brother isn't happy about it too."

Yuuta pouted. "Well... but... I'm still happy you and I are in the same class."

Shouhei pushed himself up, smirking as he leaned in towards Yuuta. "Hell yes!"

"S-Shou!" he blushed and leaned back, almost falling off the end of the slide before Shouhei grabbed his arm and pulled him back, their noses almost touching. "Th-Thanks..." he breathed.

"Think... I could celebrate by kissing you?" Shouhei whispered, his brown eyes flicking down towards Yuuta's lips.

His breath hitched. He would've been a liar if he said he hadn't considered kissing Shouhei before. He just... never expected him to ask.

"O-Okay..." he muttered and Shouhei immediately closed the space between their lips, gripping his arm hard. His lips were dry, but Yuuta didn't mind as he pushed back against the kiss. Shouhei was playful, nipping at Yuuta's lower lip as he brought his hand around his waist, kissing him deeper.

Yuuta thought his heart was going to explode right out of his chest. He could feel his flames desperate to crawl out of his palms, the excitement in his bones rising.

"Wow..." Shouhei smirked. "I should've done that way sooner."

"Sooner?!" Yuuta exclaimed. "I mean I don't want to act like I haven't wanted to kiss you, but sooner! Of course I did think about it from time to time but I was really nervous you would take it the wrong way and-"

Snorting, Shouhei clapped his hands around Yuuta's cheeks. "Calm down, Yuuta. You always overthink shit!"

They both laughed. "I-I know..." he muttered. "But it was good! The kiss I mean!"

"Good!" Shouhei smirked and leaned in to kiss him one more time. "Then I can do it whenever I want!"

"Well we should be careful about PDA-"

"Oh my fucking god, Yuuta, you're lucky you're the cutest little shit," he snorted and cupped his cheeks.

"Okay, okay. I just meant we should also focus on school."

"Right! I gotta practice so I can kick your ass at the sports fest!" Shouhei smirked, squeezing Yuuta's cheeks.

He paled. "The sports fest?"

"Yeah! You know-"

"No, no... I know but ... I don't wanna have to fight you!" he said distressed. "Or Arata!" The whole concept sounded awful. If he was face to face with either of them... could he use his quirk against them?

"Oh man, kicking your brother's smug ass would be fun too!" he smirked.

"Shou-kun!" Yuuta said, playfully hitting him.

"It's gonna be fun, you need to stop worrying! I'm sure once we move in and shit, Arata will lighten up too," Shouhei sighed, leaning back. This time he pulled Yuuta with him and two lay together on the slide.

Maybe Shouhei was right... maybe he did worry too much. He tried to focus on the boy in front of him, instead of worrying about things currently out of his control.

Sayuri leaned back against her desk, kicking her feet up. "This is so dumb, school is almost over anyway," she sighed. "Can we just have our break for fuck's sake!!?"

"Sayu-chan... I don't think you should be sitting like that. You know you're just going to get in trouble," Kazu said, leaning forward to speak in her ear.

"Oh, come on, Kazu-kun! No one is looking! People don't give two shits about me."

"Bakugou-san, please put your legs down. It is inappropriate for the classroom," their teacher’s smooth tone cut through the classroom and Sayuri immediately pouted, groaning.

"This is stupid."

"I don't want to say I told you so..."

"You know you sound like your fucking Mom when you say shit like that Kazu," Sayuri hissed under her breath.

"Well... you kinda sound like your dad so..."

"Ugh," she groaned and yanked out her notebook, scribbling in it as opposed to paying attention. She was so over middle school and she still had two more damn years left there. Shouhei was so damn lucky, getting to go to high school.

Not that she could imagine high school would be any better for her.

During lunch, she immediately turned her chair around. "I'm counting down the weeks," she scoffed, tapping her foot against the ground.

"I know," Kazu chuckled. "To be honest, I'm pretty excited too."

"Yeah..." she said, yanking her chopsticks apart.

"Oh Mom wanted me to ask you if you planned on coming to the lab at all during break?" Kazu said. "I was planning on helping her with some projects and she suggested I ask you too."

Sayuri's eyes began to sparkle. "Projects!? Hero projects!?"

"Well, presumably that's what it would be-"

"FUCK YES!" she yelled, cheering her hands up towards the sky.

Kazu snorted, laughing hard. "I guess I'll tell her yes."

"Ugh yes please," Sayuri rolled her eyes. "My brother got into U.A yesterday, which is great, yay, I'm happy for him, but... it's all my parents are talking about and planning for and I can't listen to it anymore."

"Oh, congrats to Shou-kun!" Kazu smiled, but immediately pursed his lips. "But... are you okay, Sayu-chan?"

Twisting her lips, Sayuri let out a long sigh. "I mean... define... okay. I'm happy for my brother... but I think you know I'm tired of being the quirkless kid."

"Yeah but, you do amazing things too!" Kazu chuckled. "And you'll continue to do amazing things. Just look at my Mom!"

She blushed, feeling guilty. She really tried her best not to talk about her quirklessness, especially around Kazu. He was sensitive to it too, because of both of his parents... however, sometimes it was hard to hold back the emotions bursting inside of her.

Besides, there were somethings she didn't know how to explain. How could she tell Kazu she was concerned her father judged her quirklessness, when she knew all the awful things he'd said to Uncle Deku, Kazu's dad?

"Yeah! I know!" she said, and waved her hand quickly. "It's just hard when your parents are two of the greatest heroes and my brother is on track to be one too and I just..." she sighed. "I'm... really looking forward to working with you and your Mom over the break." She forced herself to smile. She was legitimately excited, it was just... different.

Kazu, however, immediately smiled and pulled out his notebook. "Great! I have so many ideas of what we could work on! Lemme show you some of my favorites. We don't have too much time though, so we shouldn't dawdle!"

He began to explain various techniques and thoughts he had and Sayuri continued to listen. She honestly did enjoy watching Kazu get so excited about his ideas, and admittedly she was excited too. Being around Kazu and his mother especially, always made her feel better.

Arata slung his bag over his shoulder, his heart pounding in his chest. The words on the letter were burned into his mind.

U.A is proud to welcome Todoroki Arata into class 1-B.

1-B.

What a fucking joke.

And of course... of course Yuuta was in class 1-A. Just like their parents were. Perfect Yuuta.

The thoughts only made him walk faster.

it didn't make sense to him. He was supposed to be strong. He used his quirk often; The crystallized, hot fire dangerous and interesting. Yuuta, on the other hand, rarely used his quirk. Sometimes his blue flames would erupt from his palms and Yuuta would freak out, like he was scared of it. He hadn't done that as much lately, not since he and Shouhei started getting closer.

Shouhei was probably in 1-A as well. The only kid of the Bakugous' who had a quirk? Of course U.A. would take Shouhei.

His parents kept trying to reassure him 1-A and 1-B were the same, the only difference was they would have different homeroom teachers. But it didn't matter. He should've been in the higher class... he should've been better than Yuuta and Shouhei and everyone...

Yuuta hadn't even left the damn starting line during one of the tests.

It made him so angry. He watched his father and mother all over the news, constantly saving people, working so hard to do the best they could. His grandfather was mentioned often too. Him and Yuuta were legacy heroes... it should've been both of them in the first class... but no... of course they would split them up.

He hated how the anger boiled inside of him. He saw how frustrated his father looked and how his mother looked like she wanted to cry. He supposed he was the disappointing child.

And right now he was about to disappoint his father even more.

He didn't want to be weak... not anymore. He wanted to be as good as his father... better even. He wanted to prove to his parents and the world he was meant to be a Todoroki.

He swallowed, glancing down at his phone when it buzzed. He'd been looking at the map here and there, but he was purposefully avoiding his texts.

[Text from: Dad]: Where are you? Your mother and I want to speak to you. We're very proud and happy. We should be celebrating.

That was why.

After staying in his room all day yesterday, he decided to slip away after school. Of course, he forgot they said they planned on having a celebration dinner, mostly because he had absolutely no desire to participate in said dinner.

He also noted he had an unread message from Yuuta and far too many from his mother.

[Text from: Yuu]: Maybe we should talk? Just me and you? I promise I won't say anything to Mom or Dad.

Yeah, Yuuta was the last person he wanted to talk to.

[Text from: Mother]: Sweetheart, you didn't walk home with Yuuta. Did you go somewhere?

[Text from: Mother]: It's okay if you did... just want to make sure you're okay.

[Text from: Mother]: Arata?

[Text from: Mother]: If you need space... I'll be happy to give it to you. I just... want to know why you're so upset. Please talk to me.

This many texts wasn't exactly giving him space, but he did feel bad she was so worried. His mother always worried too much, and he did understand why. His father mentioned once or twice how difficult it was for them to actually be conceived. On top of that, being heroes in the spotlight made their kids targets for potential villain attacks. Still, Arata wished she would relax from time to time.

It had been years since he'd been to this neighborhood, and he praised everything for phones because he was certain he would've gotten lost by now. He reopened his map, double checking he was going the right way.

When he finally arrived outside the house, he took a deep breath. He felt his stomach flip flop with a mix of excitement and fear. He was going to be better... he was going to get stronger.

He opened the small gate, letting it creak shut behind him. Taking a deep breath, he pressed his finger against the small doorbell.

Within a few moments, he heard footsteps as the door slowly opened. There before him was his grandfather, Todoroki Enji, Endeavor.

"...Hi Grandpa..." he muttered, bowing his head. "I-I know I haven't seen you in awhile-"

"Arata?" Enji's voice was booming, and Arata forgot how much of a presence the man held. His brow furrowed.

Arata turned his eyes towards his grandfather, and quickly bowed again.

"Please!" he begged. "I want to be stronger! Please train me!"

#kacchako #todomomo #bakugou katsuki #yaoyorozu momo #todoroki shouto #uraraka ochako #bnah #boku no hero academia #future au #quirkless daughter #oc kids #an oc pairing #what we lack

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kirishii-gay · 6 years

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The Tale of Little Red Riot - KRBK

lMy piece for the @bnha-halloween-bb ! I did a piece with Al0e.V3ra, and you can see his art here!!

Word Count: 6.2k

Summary:

Kirishima Eijirou, aka, Little Kirishima Riot has been raised by his grandmother his entire life after his family abandoned him a child. His grandmother, Recovery Girl, was a traditional healer in the village and raised Kirishima to do the same.

Kirishima often had to take care of various animals that came in, whether it was the two-toned haired Vampire, Todoroki, the son of Count Endeavour, or ghouls or other animals. Kirishima had been warned about one creature, however.

The wolf.

The shifter that was destined to come and attempt to live out the tale of 'Little Red Riot'. But when Kirishima meets Bakugou Katsuki, it seems he's all bark and no bite, and is not as bad as he seems.

READ ON AO3 HERE -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/16409561

Once upon a time, there lived a small little boy at the tender age of four. Despite what was happening around him, his eyes were bright with hope, their red shining happily, and the boy was always seen smiling. Flashing rows of sharp teeth with the same twinkle in his eyes, as if no wrong existed in his little mind.

The boy smiled, even as his family waved him goodbye and shut the door in his face. He smiled even as he wandered the streets of the small town. He smiled wider when he saw a wolf on the side of the road, and stopped to pet the creature, his bright beaming grin never fading. His red eyes were wide, his hair falling over his face in soft black bangs. He pets the animal with care, tenderness, his small hands running through the fur with a strange gentleness, as if he had nothing to fear in the presence of such a creature.

Meanwhile, a small, wrinkled old woman made her way down the streets of the town, moving slowly. Her hair was drawn back into a bun, and her wrinkled lips were curled into a closed-mouth smile. Her name was Chiyo, but she called herself Recovery Girl, and she was well known as the town’s healer. Chiyo lived in a small cottage just to the borders of the forest, a common meeting place for animals, and the cottage was an open sanctuary to all animals. Creatures of every kind would go to the cottage in need of healing, vampires, ghouls, ghosts, and she would welcome them with open arms. So when she saw this little boy, kneeling on the ground, dirt grazing his knees as he petted the wolf with no fear whatsoever, she felt compelled to do something. Which is why she approached the boy with a small smile as the wolf ran away. The boy giggled and ran after the wolf, before looking up at Chiyo with wide eyes, stopping in his tracks. “There’s no need to be scared, little one. My name is Chiyo. Where are your parents?” Chiyo asked, her voice gentle. The boy looked slightly puzzled and looked around, as if trying to spot his parents. “Mummy let me play outside. She waved goodbye and said I could play,” The boy explained, and Chiyo frowned slightly. It was starting to get dark out, it was not a safe place for such a young child to be in, alone. “Would you like me to take you back to your parents?” Chiyo offered, and surprisingly, the boy shook his head. “Daddy and Mummy don’t want me to come back. It’s ok. I can keep playing here,” The boy explained, with a bright expression despite the true meaning of what he just said. A cool gush of wind passed them, and the boy shivered slightly. “It’s cold. And I’m hungry.” Chiyo’s expression dropped. This child had been abandoned by his family. Wandering the streets alone, where anyone could come and take him, where anything could happen to him. How could someone be so heartless? And for a human child, too. It was extremely dangerous. The human town was right next to where the supernatural creatures lived. If a vampire got their hands on him, if he wandered into the forest alone… Chiyo couldn’t let that happen. “What’s your name?” She asked with a gentle smile. “Ei-...Eijirou.” “Ok, Eijirou. If you’re feeling cold, we can go back to my cottage and play there. It’s very warm, and you can have something to eat, too.” Chiyo offered, and Kirishima beamed. Chiyo held out her hand and Kirishima took it with a smile, and she took him back to her cottage.

The walk is slightly long, following a creamy, dusty pathway that leads through the forest and to a cottage. The cottage was fairly large, made out of a chestnut coloured wood, coated by the tufts of trees and small bushes that surrounded it. There were small steps that led up to it, and the door was fairly large and had an entrance for animals to come through. There were several windows, decorated with silk-soft curtains that hung down over them. The cottage was comfortable, small, and large enough to fit two people, luckily. Chiyo opened the door and let Kirishima inside, who looked around at the room in awe. To the left of the room, there was a small kitchen with a pantry filled with food for all creatures. To the right, there was a huge couch with plush, fluffy cushions and a flickering fireplace. A small door led to another room, the main bedroom, which held Chiyo’s queen sized bed, and to the left, there was another door leading to the spare bedroom. Kirishima looked around in awe as Chiyo took off her coat, placing it on the coat hanger nearby. She looked up, and saw one of her handmade hoods hanging on one of the hooks. It was fairly large, much to large for her to wear herself, and was a deep maroon. Chiyo reached up and tugged the hood down, before holding it out to Kirishima. “Wear this, Eijirou. It’ll keep you warm,” She said, as she placed the hood around his shoulders and did up the button on the front. The hood hung down over his head, covering almost half of his face, and the hood itself was so big that it slid down to the floor below Kirishima, like a cape.

Kirishima giggled, pushing the hood up slightly, revealing his face again. “It’s red!!” Kirishima cried, way more enthusiastic than Chiyo thought he would be.

“Yes, it is! Do you like the colour red?” Chiyo asked, and Kirishima nodded enthusiastically. “It’s my favourite colour!”

“How about we call you that? From now on, you’ll be Little Red. Okay?” Chiyo offered, leaning down to ruffle his hair. “Okay!!” Kirishima chirped, and Chiyo smiled.

The night finally arrived, and Chiyo tucked Kirishima into bed, the fluffy blanket brought up just below his chin, and he beamed, his red eyes wide as he made himself comfortable in the huge bed. Chiyo brought up a chair beside his bed, holding a large book in her hand, one filled with hundreds of fairy tales she would read every night. Kirishima was excited, she could tell from his eyes, so she cleared her throat and begined the story. “Once upon a time, there lived a small girl in a house beside a forest.. Every time she went out into the village, she would wear a red riding cloak, so often that everyone started calling her Little Red Riding Hood.” Chiyo began, holding the book out to where Kirishima could easily see the pages. His eyes brightened as he looked at the image, and he pointed to it with a smile. “That’s me! That’s me! I’m Red!” He chirped, and Chiyo laughed.

“One day, Red decided to visit her grandmother, who lived in a small cottage in the woods. She packed a small basket filled with treats and goodies. The baker warned her to be careful in the forest, because there could be wolves there.” “If I’m Red, you can be my grandmother! And this is the cottage!” Kirishima continued, heavily invested in the story.

“But on the way to her grandmother’s house, she got distracted and stopped to look at some flowers. She didn’t notice an animal creeping in from the shadows. Suddenly, a wolf appeared beside her.

‘What are you doing here, little girl?’ The wolf said, in the friendliest voice he could.

‘I’m on my way to see my grandmother, who lives in a cottage in the forest.’ Red replied.

Little Red Riding Hood then realised how late she was, and waved goodbye to the wolf to go to her grandma’s house. However, little did Red know that the wolf was already there, waiting.”

Kirishima’s eyes widened ever so slightly, and he stared at the page, waiting for Chiyo to continue. Chiyo turned the page, clearing her throat before beginning to read. “Red unlocked the door, and went inside. The wolf jumped, pulling the covers up to his throat. ‘W-who is it?’ He croaked in the best grandma voice he could.

‘It’s me, grandma! Red! My, you sound awfully sick,’ Little Red Riding hood ran up to the bed, before noticing the wolf’s ears. ‘My, what big ears you have!’ ‘All the better to hear you with, my dear.’ The wolf replied.

‘My, what big eyes you have!’ ‘The better to see you with, my dear.’ ‘My, what great teeth you have!’

‘All the better to eat you with!’ Red finally realised that the person in bed was not her grandmother, but rather, the wolf! She ran across the room to the door, crying out for help at the top of her lungs as the wolf chased after her.’

Kirishima was leaning forward now, his eyebrows turned upwards in fear. He’s completely engrossed in the story, living through it. “What’s going to happen to Kirishima? What about her grandma?” Kirishima asks, and Chiyo smiles comfortingly. “Don’t worry. She’ll be fine, and so will her grandmother. But Eijirou, you have to be careful. There are wolves in the forest, and there’s one for your story, too. I’m the grandmother, you’re Kirishima Riding Hood, so there is a wolf. You have to be careful. Promise?” Kirishima nods, looking down at the page again.

“I promise.”

------------ Times change quickly, years go by in the blink of an eye, and now that day reading in bed seemed like so long ago. Kirishima’s now seventeen years old, a bright, happy teenager with hair the colour of precious rubies and eyes that put the gem to shame. He never took the hood off the day Chiyo gifted him when Kirishima was four, except now, the hood fits him perfectly. Kirishima wears it proudly on his shoulder, the hood drooping down his back or hanging over his head.

The fabric is warm, comforting, it hugs him and coats him in a permanent feeling of ease and safety. Kirishima also proudly wears a handmade dress from his grandmother, complete with fluffed short sleeves, an apron around his waist, a basket in his hand, filled with first aid material. The dress is comfortable, and it’s a physical version of his grandmother’s care for him, with the hours she spent making it. Chiyo’s grown old, however, her healing work lives on. She taught Kirishima everything there is to know about healing before retiring, leaving the cottage in his hands. Kirishima’s familiar with almost all the animals in the village, the same as Chiyo, if not more. He gets along with all creatures easily, all of them immediately falling in love with his friendly words and comforting smile.

Today, Kirishima’s on his way home from a visit to the marketplace. He adjusts his hood as he walks, a permanent small smile on his face, a slight skip to his step. Kirishima’s basket is resting on his left elbow, he takes it everywhere with him now. Chiyo used to the same, she’d pack treats and first aid materials, all snugly fitting in the basket, and now Kirishima did the same. And it came in handy, as Kirishima often ran into animals on the way.

Kirishima looks up to attempt to see how far his cottage is, when he hears a small whine. A distressed one. His healer self immediately kicks in, and he turns to the direction of the noise, listening. Another small whine comes, as well as a grunt and growl. Kirishima turns on his heel, running off track into the woods. He pushes past the trees, moving stray branches out of the way until he reaches the source of the sound and his eyes go wide. It’s a wolf. Kirishima’s veins immediately course with fear, flashbacking to each warning about wolves flashing in his head. The creature in front of him is huge, sandy, ash coloured fur. It’s lying down, expression twisted in pain, a section of its fur on its leg stained red. It seems that Kirishima’s big heart overcame his fear, because he pushed the thoughts out of the way and crawled down to the wolf. “Hey... are you ok? I’m going to help you, okay? Trust me.” Kirishima’s voice is gentle, as usual. He lifted his hand to try to get the wolf to sniff his scent, to trust him. The wolf, however, jerked his head up, teeth snapping, and Kirishima pulled his hand back, getting slightly started. However, he took another deep breath.

“I’m trying to help you. Please, just trust me. I’m not going to hurt you.” Kirishima wasn’t sure if the wolf could understand was he was saying, he wasn’t sure if animals in general could understand what he was saying. But the wolf made a small noise before dropping its head back on the ground again, giving Kirishima permission. Kirishima smiled gratefully, reaching into his basket to pull out his first aid kit, rummaging through it to find the antiseptic with the least sting. When he located the small bottle, he poured a bit on a small towel before pressing it to the wound carefully. Kirishima heard the wolf let out a noise of complain, thrashing its head and grunting. Kirishima winced, pulling the cloth back, waiting for a moment before applying it again, waiting for the wolf to get used to the feeling before rubbing carefully. When the wound was clean, Kirishima bandaged the wolf’s thigh.

Kirishima stood back, and the wolf craned his head to look at the work, then turning to Kirishima before slowly standing up. Kirishima knew that the wound wouldn’t heal like that, it’d need continuous treatment. Kirishima debated for a minute, before deciding to take the wolf back with him. He had space, of course. And it was the right thing to do. Kirishima reached for a treat in his basket again, pulling out a small treat and holding it out to the wolf. “I’m going to get you to come with me, just so I can take care of your leg. You’ll be safe, don’t worry.”

The wolf grunted again and eyed the treat, snapping his head forward to grab it and eat it, his teeth narrowly missing Kirishima’s hand. Kirishima laughed slightly, then got back up, dusting himself off. He picked up his basket again, and started walked back towards the pathway, making sure the wolf was following him in the corner of his eye. The wolf was limping slightly, due to the pain in his leg. Kirishima kept walking carefully, his eyes on the wolf, which caused him to trip a few times over various objects on the road (twigs, leaves, rocks-- easily avoidable). Soon, his snug little cottage was in view, and Kirishima went up the steps leading to the doorway. He unlocked it and stepped inside, immediately comforted by the familiar warmth of his home. The wolf soon followed, stepping inside. Kirishima went over to the large, plush chair and tapped on it, encouraging the wolf to come. He did, and made his way over, climbing up on the furniture before settling down, resting his head on the armrest and curling himself on the soft mattress.“Here.” Kirishima says, taking off his hood and wrapping it around the wolf carefully. “I’m going to give you food, then I’ll heal your leg.” The wolf lets out another grunt. Kirishima looked through his fridge, and got out some raw meat and some dog treats. He’d never treated a wolf before, but he’d treated dogs. That’s kind of what a wolf was, right? A big dog? With sharper teeth, maybe. Kirishima laid the food on top of the armrest on a small plate, so that the wolf could eat it. And it seems Kirishima chose correctly, because he immediately dug into the food presented to him. While the wolf was distracted, Kirishima got some more disinfectant and put it on a small rag, moving slowly. He unwrapped the bandage, and the wolf moved in discomfort, but didn’t object. With a small exhale, Kirishima fully exposed the wound, and pressed the rag to his leg. The wolf snapped his head up and let out a large cry of pain, knocking his plate onto the floor with a clatter. He ran off the chair immediately and bared his teeth at Kirishima, growling, his eyes wide and aggressive.

Kirishima’s heart was beating at a hundred miles per minute, trying to find a way to calm down the wolf and survive at the same time. After all, ‘killed by aggressive wolf’ didn’t seem like a pleasant way to die. Kirishima held up both his hands in defeat, stepping back, trying to remember what his grandmother had taught him. “Hey, hey, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m sorry. I just want to treat your wound.” Kirishima went on to his knees and held out the rag, not looking away from the wolf. “Could you please let me help you?”

The wolf’s growls ceased, and he eyed Kirishima again, before relaxing, his teeth no longer bared. Kirishima let out a sigh of relief, and pressed the rag to the wound again gently. This time, it was fine, but the wolf’s fur pressed against the wound. Kirishima moved his hand back, expecting the wolf to lash out again, but instead the creature just hissed in pain before letting out a frustrated grunt. Then, he flashed white, and Kirishima looked away, squinting. But when he looked back again, the wolf was gone. Instead, there was a man. A man no older than he was, visibly around 19. He had the same sandy-ash blond hair that the wolf did, except his hair spiked around his head. His eyes were the same piercing Kirishima, and his body was a cream-like colour. He was built-- extremely built, with lean muscles and-

Oh. My. God.

Reality suddenly dawned in on Kirishima, and his eyes went wide, expression shocked. He blinked once. Twice. Pinched his arm. Nope, still there. The wolf was actually a shifter. Shifter, meaning a creature who was both a wolf and a human, and could switch between forms at will. “Wait, wait, wait, you’re a shifter?!” Kirishima squeaked, more of his shock dawning on him because as well as the wolf he was previously treating suddenly transforming into a human--and a very attractive one-- he also had no clothes. Right, when shifters shifted they were naked, right. Ugh, god. Kirishima quickly reached to the chair and grabbed his hood, throwing it over him and covering his naked body. “Fucking looks like it, doesn’t it?” The shifter grumbled out, and Kirishima was immediately taken by surprise before he realised he was just answering Kirishima’s external cry of shock. “Why the fuck are you wearing a dress?”

Kirishima was slightly taken aback, looking down at his dress, slightly self-conscious before he rubbed the back of his head. “I--..uh, my grandmother made it for me.” Kirishima paused again, slightly awkward. He was trained to help animals. How the hell do you talk to humans? Kirishima cleared his throat. “Anyway. I’m Eijirou. Eijirou Kirishima. B-but I usually am just called Red, it’s basically my name.” The shifter let out a snort and gestured up to his hair. “Heh. It matches.” Kirishima’s cheeks immediately burned. “What’s your name?” Kirishima pushed again, slightly frustrated that his introduction hadn’t hinted at one back. The shifter eyed him again, and those eyes were captivating, god. “..Bakugou. ‘M name’s Bakugou. Katsuki.” Bakugou finally mumbled, and Kirishima nodded. “Ugh..’re you gonna fuckin’ heal me, or what? Stupid fuckin’ human.” Kirishima quickly snapped back to normal and nodded, grabbing his basket and running towards Bakugou. He pulled up the hood just enough to reveal the cream-peach skin of Bakugou’s leg, and then the wound. Oh god. It looked even worse on human skin. “Oh wow...this doesn’t look like it was a bite from a predator. How exactly did this happen?” Bakugou grumbled, letting out an annoyed sigh. “...Hunters. Fuckin’ group of humans who hunt monsters were tryin’ ‘ta kill me. I got caught in one of their traps, caught my leg.” Kirishima winced and lightly ran his fingers over the wound, watching the wolf flinch in slight pain. “Okay, it’s easier to look at without the fur in the way. I’ll put more antiseptic on it and bound it.” Bakugou tensed for a moment, before nodding again, and Kirishima was able to carefully treat the wound. His touch was gentle and careful, looking at up Bakugou to read his expression for signs of distress, but in the end, was able to heal him well. “Okay, so uh... you’ll need to come back every now and again. Just to check up on it! Haha…” Kirishima was slightly nervous. Again, animals were a breeze to look after. He was an awkward mess around other humans. Bakugou eyed him suspiciously for a moment. “..Yeah. Thank you.” The shifter mumbles, and Kirishima immediately beams, his face brightening up before he laughs and shakes his head. “You don’t need to thank me! I’ll see you soon, yeah?” Bakugou grunted a reply, before slowly shifting back to a wolf, and disappearing into the woods again without another word.

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Bakugou began to slowly come back to the cottage every now and again, to Kirishima’s delight. Today’s one of those days, where Kirishima has just returned from a quick visit to a nearby village to find Bakugou in his half-wolf form, curled up in one of the recliner chairs. Upon getting to know Bakugou, Kirishima finds out that he actually has three forms. Fully human, fully wolf, of course, then a hybrid. A human form, but wolf ears and his tail. He’s sleeping, tail curled around his body to give him warmth, which means he’s obviously been there for a while. It’s a routine, now. Bakugou comes back, Kirishima checks on his wound, feeds him, maybe talk if Kirishima’s lucky, Bakugou leaves. “Bakugou, I’m back!” Kirishima makes his way over to the chair Bakugou’s in, and ruffles the top of his head. Bakugou groans, and scrunches up his features, a sign that he’s officially been woken up. Kirishima moves back while Bakugou lifts his head in a yawn, rubbing over his eyes and huffing. “Took you long enough, shithead.” Kirishima chuckles, Bakugou’s usually grumpy when he just wakes up. “Why do you keep coming back here, Bakugou? Your wound’s all healed now…” Kirishima has a coy smile on his face, because as much as Bakugou argues, Kirishima knows the shifter comes here because he enjoys Kirishima’s company. “I told you, idiot! ‘S not because of you! Food, no predators, and ‘s warm from winter. Shut the fuck up.” Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest, huffing in annoyance again. He keeps on tugging at the hem of his shirt every now again, having still not gotten used to the concept of clothing. It took a lot of painful time for Kirishima to convince Bakugou to please wear any sort of clothing when he shifted. And with a lot of bribery and meals, Bakugou reluctantly agreed. “Okay, okay, drama queen. Maybe I should’ve left you in the woods that day.” Kirishima paused for a moment, thinking. Bakugou had never told him the full story of what exactly had happened in the woods that day, why he was being targeted. “Hey Bakugou, what actually happened in the woods? With the hunters?” Bakugou immediately tensed, looking up at Kirishima, before he let out a sigh, turning his head away. “They’re a group of human hunters who work with monsters to hunt down other monster parts n’ sell ‘em to get rich. Apparently the claws from a Shifter ‘re a rare item, so they were tryna’ kill me. Got chased by a guy named Shigaraki Tomura, ‘s been fucking at my neck for so damn long. Annoying as hell.” Kirishima went quiet, looking down for a moment. Bakugou looked up, and clicked his tongue. “‘S why I was so aggressive n’ shit when you tried to help. ‘M not that good with people.” Kirishima’s heart sank with empathy. God, he had no idea. That would be so... ugh, so hard. “What’ll you do if they come back?” There was always the possibility. Kirishima’s heard stories about the hunters, and they’re not one to give up easily. The thought of them coming back, and finishing what they started... it made Kirishima’s stomach drop. Not only because of his love for animals. Sure, he’d fight to protect anyone. But Bakugou? Kirishima couldn’t let anything happen to him. Kirishima didn’t know what he’d do if something did happen to him. The shifter clicked his tongue, again, and turned his head away. “‘F they come back, ‘ll kick their ass. Simple as that. Don’t get your fuckin’ panties in a twist.” Stay away from wolves, Eijirou. They’re dangerous. Like in Little Kirishima Riding Hood, they’re a mean and nasty creature that you can’t take care of, or they’ll eat you up. I can’t let anything happen to you, so you have to promise me, okay? That you won’t get hurt. Promise me, Eijirou.

I promise.

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Meanwhile….

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Three pairs of footsteps trudge through the forest, slowly, and it’s as if the sky shrinks back as they walk, it’s like the dark follows them like a dog on a leash. Lead by Shigaraki Tomura, the leader of the group of human hunters, draped in fabric and two sleek black gloves on each hand. Followed by the unnamed alchemist, Dabi, and Shigaraki’s companion, Kurogiri. Shigaraki leads, eyelids drooping and scratching the underside of his chin as he scans the forest around him. “The mutt got caught around here... find the trap. Kill him... we need to get his fur... bring it back to master.” His voice was quiet, deadly, like the uttering of the reaper upon deathbed. Shigaraki’s steps were slow, and he turned his head, looking around the area for that damn blond wolf he was after. He’d been chasing it for so long now... too long. Shifters were hard to find, they were rare creatures, after all, and if he let another one slip through his fingers? Master would not be happy. “Tomura... you might want to come here.” Kurogiri said, and something told Shigaraki that he wasn’t going to be bearing good news. Shigaraki pushed past the trees, moving Kurogiri out of the way to get a view of whatever he was looking at. Shigaraki’s eyes went wide, and he scowled, his eyebrows knotting together. The trap was there, well enough, its metallic silver teeth bared and tight chain tied. But the mutt was nowhere to be seen. Crimson, cherry blood stained the metal, and Shigaraki’s vision flashed Kirishima. “He got away...” Shigaraki hissed, and Dabi let out an annoyed sigh, before shaking his head. “Are you an idiot?” Dabi cocked a brow, and stepped closer, and Shigaraki’s pupils dilated in anger. “Wow, you really are. He didn’t get away. Look at the way it’s open. Someone let him go.” Shigaraki snapped his head back to the trap, analysing it carefully. And sure enough, it was wrenched open. He bent down, looking around it for a clue. And beside the trap, there was a small piece of torn, red fabric, as well as sugar-sweet crumbs from a sweet of some sort. A light bulb flashed in Kurogiri’s eyes, and he took the fabric from Shigaraki’s hands, turning it carefully. “I know where he is. This fabric, it’s from that animal healer, Recovery Girl. She lives in a cottage, just outside the village.” Shigaraki got up, slowly, turning back to Kurogiri, cracked lips stretched into a dangerous grin, his eyes widened sadistically. “Take me to her.”

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Kirishima and Bakugou were walking side by side after a quick trip to the village. Kirishima’s basket was stocked with new treats, and he could tell that it was taking Bakugou every amount of self control he had not to eat them. Bakugou had shifted back to his wolf form upon exit for the sake of comfort, and was whining, his stomach growling.

“Just be patient, you can have some food as soon as we get back! It’s not lunchtime yet.” Bakugou let out a grunt of annoyance, but let it go, and continued walking. The sooner they’d get there, the better. The two followed the familiar, sandy path that lead to their cottage. Bakugou came back so often that it was basically like he lived there. And there was no complaints on Kirishima’s side, quite the contrary. He was the one to tell Bakugou not to leave. Suddenly, Bakugou stopped in the middle of the path, as soon as the cottage came into view. “Bakugou? What’s wrong-...” Kirishima looked up to his home, and his throat went dry. Three men stood in front of his door, clearly older than him. They looked dangerous, and were holding knives, a bat, a familiar looking trap taken from the forest.

Kirishima’s heart began to pound a million miles a second as he finally realised exactly who these mysterious men are. The leader, scratched and peeling skin, face hidden behind a hood, piercing red eyes and a wide, sadistic grin behind stretched cracked lips. Shigaraki Tomura. The main leader from the group of human hunters. Kirishima stepped forward, pushing Bakugou behind him. “Well, well, well, I was expecting the old woman, but her grandson? Now, this is fun!” Shigaraki’s eyes were dilating, and fear coursed through Kirishima’s veins, his throat dry. Even though he was absolutely frozen with fear, only one thought repeated in his mind. Protect Bakugou. Bakugou snarled, trying to move forward, but Kirishima promptly cut him off, shaking his head. His eyes were blazing with intensity, and upon seeing that, Bakugou’s eyes went wide in shock. “Hey, hey, you don’t have to get hurt. All we’re after, is the mutt.” Shigaraki whispered, revealing a sharp dagger as he walked forward, and Kirishima let out a noise of surprise, but stood his ground. “I’m not going to let you take him. If you want to take him, then you’re gonna have to go through me. Take me instead.” Kirishima ignored Bakugou’s noise of protest, and he sucked in another breath. “My grandmother taught me everything about healing! I know everything there is to know! And besides...” Kirishima trailed off, before crossing his arms in front of him. He clenched his eyes shut, praying that it would work, and sure enough, something rippled through his arms right upon command. His skin turned jaggered, travelling down his skin one after the other, like dominos. And in less than two second, both of his hands were hardened, jagged and sharp, a human shield. “You’ll have to go through me.” Kirishima repeated, his voice sharp, and Shigaraki stepped back for a moment in shock, before laughing. “You really think a protective ability will be able to stop us? If you want us to go through you, then get ready to die!” Before Kirishima could even process the next move, Shigaraki ran forward and swung. Kirishima narrowly blocked, getting skidded back in the process. Bakugou yelled out and stepped in to join the fight, beginning to shift forms, back into his human one. Kirishima acted upon instant and grabbed Bakugou, throwing him as far back as he possibly could before again, blocking another hit by Shigaraki. Kirishima’s blood was pumping through his body fast enough to give him a headache, his hardened arms starting to weaken. No. I have to stand my ground, I have to stand my ground, and keep him safe! It’s my job, as a healer! Kirishima looked back up at Shigaraki, who aimed another blow to his torso. Kirishima wasn’t able to harden fast enough and the air was stolen through his lungs, and he fell to the floor in a cough. He skalily stood up again, and hardened his arms as the next blow came. Kirishima swung back between hits, his hood getting tore and mangled off his shoulders, his basket forgotten, dress tearing. He didn’t focus on Bakugou, all he could think about was taking them down, getting them out of here.

The other man finally stepped in with a coarse laugh, before holding up his hand and immediately setting light blue flames into the air. Kirishima’s heart stopped. “You really think you stand a chance? Step away from the fire unless you want to get burned, little boy.” He taunted, and Kirishima squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. His eyes were forced open when he felt a searing pain in his stomach, Shigaraki had thrown another punch while he was distracted. Kirishima fell to the floor, coughing blood. The two men loomed over him, and Kirishima’s facade dropped. He looked up in complete and utter defeat, fear paralysing him, taking over his body like a virus. Kirishima couldn’t move. He couldn’t move a muscle. Not even as the two lifted their hands to land the final blow, he saw the flash of blue and the sadistic, dilating pupils and he couldn’t move. But he didn’t have to. As soon as the blow hit Kirishima was sent crashing to the floor, crying out in pure pain. He heard a roar, a familiar, throat wrenching bellow that merged into a growl. Kirishima was able to make out the shape of Bakugou in front of him before his vision went black. ------------------

“Kirishima.”

“Oi, Kirishima. Get up.” “God, you’re such a fucking idiot-ugh, wake up!” “Kirishima. Oi, Kirishima. Fucking hell, Kirishima! Please...” Kirishima opened his eyes, blinking slowly, scrunching up his face in discomfort. His eyes go wide as his memories flood back, and he sat up in a hurry. Bakugou was kneeling in front of him, and he looked absolutely awful. His pale skin was now blue-purple, scattered with bruises. His lip was split, blood caked his face, mixed with the spattered brown dirt. Both of his eyes were bruised and black, and he looked on the verge of passing out. Kirishima’s eyes began to water and he scrambled forward, taking Bakugou’s face in his hands. “Bakugou! Oh my god, Bakugou, what happened? Where’d they go? Are you ok? They didn’t hurt you too bad, did they? I’m so sorry, I’m so, so sorry-” Kirishima rambled, and Bakugou winced in pain, his eyes drooping, his body falling in Kirishima’s hand. When he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse and quiet, lidded with pain. “You... passed out. They left, fuckin’ cowards. God, you scared me so much, you’re such an idiot...” Bakugou trailed off, his body going completely limp, his eyes fluttering shut. Kirishima caught him, immediately letting out a cry of surprise, completely panicking. He had to take care of Bakugou, he had to get him medical treatment and had to do it now. Kirishima moved Bakugou into his lap, cradling him close to his chest and rushed back to the cottage as fast as he could. Kirishima ran inside, his body straining to carry Bakugou in his sore state, but he couldn’t care less. He placed Bakugou down on the bed, his heart pounding like a drum inside his chest. Kirishima cradled Bakugou’s head, pressing Bakugou’s forehead to his, whispering It’ll be alright, I promise it’ll be alright.

Kirishima didn’t sleep that night.

He stayed up in a buzz, completely and utterly panicked. Kirishima pulled out every book he had, every bit of first aid he could find to try and help Bakugou. Kirishima’s eyes prickled with tears when he caught sight of Bakugou’s wounds, big and ugly, scarring his picture-perfect skin. Kirishima bit his lip, knowing that he couldn’t let that stop him, and went over to treating the next wound. At that point, the moon began to rise into the sky, exchanging the light for night. The cottage was lit by moonlight, and Kirishima wasn’t tired, at all. He had to make sure Bakugou would be ok. He had to do anything to make it okay. Kirishima finished treating all of his wounds, panic still pounding in his chest. He pulled back the blankets, gently tugged out the plastic he’d placed underneath Bakugou before covering him gently with a thin blanket. Kirishima sat himself in the chair opposite the bed, curling up in it as best he could, pulling a spare blanket over his body.

He tried to sleep. But sleep never came.

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“Kirishima. ‘S that you?” Kirishima’s eyes shot open in the chair, and he looked up to see Bakugou sitting upright in the bed, groaning as he pulled back the blanket to take a look at his mended wounds. Kirishima let out a happy cry and ran out of the bed and to Bakugou’s side, tears forming in his eyes. He wrapped Bakugou in a hug, gently, and Bakugou lets out an annoyed groan and struggles and wrenches in his gasp, causing Kirishima to laugh. “Oi! Get off me, you fucking idiot!” Bakugou hissed, but Kirishima just laughs again, the tears starting to freely fall. Bakugou goes quiet. “Oi. Why’re you cryin’?” Kirishima just shook his head with another laugh, holding his hand to his eyes to wipe away the tears before turning to Bakugou with a smile. “You saved me, Bakugou!” Kirishima exclaimed, letting go of Bakugou. “The big bad wolf, saved me.” Kirishima marvelled, stepping back. Bakugou looked at him in complete and utter confusion, and Kirishima just laughed again. Laughed because they were safe, they were here, it was okay. Little Red Riding Hood, saved by the Big Bad Wolf. And that was a story to tell.

#my writing #bnha halloween #red riding hood!kirishima #wolf!bakugou #kiribaku #gah this was so fun to write!!!#and i love the art to go with it ;;w;;

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kaijoskopycat · 6 years

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I found bnha episode one of season 3 to be very inspiring in the ways of skin tight swimsuits and competition. Accompanied by @drawverylittle‘s art. <3

Rated M for Mature. Heh

~~Kirishima~~ “Bakugou!”

Kirishima slams the heel of his palm against the door after ringing the doorbell for a third time. When he had received the text from Midoriya about spending a day doing some training at Yuuei’s pool he knew Bakugou was going to decline in his usual angry, vehement manner. But Kirishima had promised Bakugou would show. And Kirishima is a man of his word.

“Baku—“ He swings his arm forward and nearly takes himself with it when the door opens.

Bakugou’s mom, quite literally a spitting image, female version of Bakugou himself, stands before him. Her disheveled, pointy blond hair sticks up every which way and she sports a grin that could rival Kirishima’s.

Kirishima likes her. He counts himself lucky that she likes him too when she shouts over her shoulder, “Katsuki, you come down and answer the fucking door when someone calls your name!”

“Fuck off!” Bakugou’s voice is distant, but clear and vicious nonetheless.

“Don’t make me come up there, ya little punk!” His mom turns and beckons Kirishima in, slapping a hand against his shoulder. “How did a nice kid like you end up with a oaf like my son for a friend? He doesn’t deserve you.”

Kirishima chuckles. “I don’t know about that.” He shrugs. “Sometimes I think I don’t deserve him.”

The smile on Bakugou’s mom’s face softens. “You’re too good.” She gently pushes him toward the staircase. “His door will be unlocked for you. Go ahead.”

With a smile and a nod of thanks, Kirishima bounds up the steps, hefting his backpack up on his shoulder as he finds Bakugou’s room. Even though he knows Bakugou is aware that he’s inside, he knocks on his bedroom door before opening it. Just in case. Bakugou has ruined one too many desk chairs because of Kirishima.

“Dude, why didn’t you come down?” He crosses the room and throws himself on Bakugou’s bed. The springs squeak in protest and squeak again as he rolls onto his side to watch Bakugou peer at him from across the room. “Your poor mom had to listen to me shout and bang on the door like that.”

Bakugou scoffs and gives a dismissive wave of his hand. “It won’t kill the old hag to get out of her chair every once in a while.”

“Your mom is anything but old,” Kirishima counters. In fact, Bakugou’s mom is younger than his. And she must have a world of patience to put up with Bakugou, despite her tough exterior. “But now… the real reason I’m here—“

“I’m not going to the fucking pool.” Bakugou’s frown is so deep Kirishima wonders if it hurts his face.

“Come on, man,” Kirishima groans as he rolls onto his back, staring at the glow in the dark stars stuck to Bakugou’s ceiling, the aftermath of a brief obsession with astrology that Bakugou is too lazy to remove. “I told everyone you’d come along.”

“Tch,” Bakugou rolls his chair over to the edge of the bed and shoves af Kirishima’s side. “Should’ve thought twice before lying like a jackass.”

With a heavy sigh, Kirishima rolls off the other side of the bed to let Bakugou flop down in his place. He walks around the bed to grab his backpack, tugging out the school supplied swimsuit that he had yet to put on. It’s made of a stretchy, lycra material, likely to look poured on like a second skin. It wouldn’t have been Kirishima’s first pick, but he never complains about free stuff.

He glances at Bakugou as he tugs at the stretchy material. A light bulb flickers on in his mind and a grin spreads across his face.

“Oi, Bakugou?”

“Hah?”

“You mind if I use your bathroom to change?”

Bakugou lifts his head off the bed, eyes narrowed. “What the fuck do you—“

“Swimsuit.” Kirishima holds up the swimming gear as proof. “Kinda forgot to change at home.”

“Swimsuit.” Bakugou repeats dumbly. His lips twitch before he falls back against the mattress. “Do whatever the fuck you want.”

Kirishima snorts and leaves the room.

The swimsuit is even tighter than he expects it to be and does little in the ways of hiding what is beneath, but Kirishima has never been self conscious about his appearance. He gives himself a once over in the mirror before nodding his approval and finding his way back to Bakugou’s room.

Bakugou, who sits at his desk once again, chokes on the water was drinking when Kirishima walks in.

“You’d think they’d give us more comfortable swimming gear,” Kirishima comments, tugging at the waist and letting it slap back against his hip. “Oh well. Guess I shouldn’t complain if it’s free, right?”

“You can’t fucking walk around looking like that,” Bakugou growls. “You’re… you—“

Bakugou actually wheezes when Kirishima bends forward to grab his backpack off the ground. Kirishima smirks before turning to face Bakugou, a small smile playing across his lips.

He still has one more card to play.

“Well, guess I’ll get going.” He shrugs his backpack onto his shoulder and lifts a hand in a wave goodbye. “Sucks you won’t be coming. I was looking forward to swimming with you.”

“Shut up,” Bakugou grumbles with a roll of his eyes. “We can go some other time, asshole.”

Kirishima brightens up, his heart skipping a beat or two. “Shame you won’t get to race against Midoriya and Todoroki. I’ll just let them know you weren’t ready for defeat yet.”

He swings around the corner and swiftly bounces down the steps, pausing at the front door to nod goodbye to Bakugou’s mom. He hesitates only a few more seconds before Bakugou comes storming down the steps, swimsuit on, his eyes ablaze with challenge.

Kirishima grins widely. “So you’re coming then.” It’s not a question. Obviously Bakugou has already caved.

“Fucking Deku!” Bakugou roars, shoving past Kirishima and kicking the front door open. “Fucking half-and-half bastard. I’ll kill them if they think they can beat me in anything!”

Bakugou has already turned onto the street when Kirishima pokes his head back into Bakugou’s house. He waves goodbye at Bakugou’s mom who lifts a hand to wave back, a smile on his face.

“You tell Izuku I said hello.”

Kirishima nods. “Will do.”

“And Kirishima?”

Kirishima glances over his shoulder one last time.

“Don’t let him blow up too much.”

Kirishima snorts and smiles wide. “I won’t.” He bounds out the door and has to run to catch up to Bakugou, but he doesn’t care. It’s all worth it.

“Bakugou, wait up!”

He’s still a man of his word.

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~~Bakugou~~

Everyone else leaves before them. Kirishima insists on staying behind with Bakugou. Insists on walking him home once they’re done washing the chlorine off their bodies. Insists on taking advantage of the fact that they’re alone. The shower takes much longer to end than initially anticipated. Bakugou is barely under the spray when Kirishima tugs him around the corner and pins him against the wall. The kiss is bruising and Bakugou snarls against Kirishima’s mouth, glancing his tongue on the tip of one of Kirishima’s sharp teeth. Kirishima’s hands are at his wrists, carefully concealed beneath a strong layer of his quirk. He knows Bakugou too well. Kirishima’s hold gradually loosens, his quirk slowly disappearing when he realizes Bakugou is reciprocating the kiss, isn’t letting sparks fly. In fact, Bakugou is the one controlling it. He isn’t about to let someone take over for him like this. His tongue pushes through Kirishima’s lips, caressing the roof of his mouth to make him shiver. And Kirishima groans for him, ruts against the front of his body. Bakugou smirks and tugs his hand out of Kirishima’s grasp to thread his fingers through Kirishima’s wet hair. It hangs down around his face in a fashion he never allows himself to wear on a daily basis, but it’s a look Bakugou secretly loves. He gives Kirishima’s hair a pull to expose his neck and the sound of encouragement Kirishima makes goes straight to Bakugou’s cock.

He jerks his hips forward and Kirishima glances up. Bakugou glares at him. He knows what Kirishima felt. What he feels pressing against him right now.

“Oi, Bakugou.” Kirishima’s mouth is on his neck now and Bakugou shudders when it moves lower. “I think you might’ve stolen my quirk.” He tilts his hips forward for emphasis.

A flush burns Bakugou’s cheeks. “Shut the fuck up,” he growls, yanking on Kirishima’s hair.

It doesn’t have the intended effect.

Kirishima groans against Bakugou’s skin, his lips pressed over Bakugou’s collarbone, never ceasing in their movement. He’s at Bakugou’s chest now, his tongue flicking at a pert nipple. The feeling is like an electric shock to his groin and Bakugou’s knees tremble against his will.

“Fucking…”

“Mm…” Kirishima hums in acknowledgement, trailing kisses down Bakugou’s abdomen.

Bakugou knows where this is going. “Kirishima, if you fucking dare to—“

Kirishima does dare and he beats Bakugou’s protest by forcing his fingers between the tight, wet fabric of Bakugou’s swimsuit and giving a rough tug downward. Bakugou’s cock springs free, already hard, and wet with more than just the water from the pool and the shower.

“See?” Kirishima, now on his knees, smirks up at him. He releases his hold on the swimsuit, leaving the wet material snug around Bakugou’s upper thighs, limiting his movement. “Quirk thief.” He runs his thumb up the length of Bakugou’s cock.

Bakugou shudders and bares his teeth. “Stop with your fucking commentary, shitty hair. Or I’ll—“

Kirishima flicks his tongue against the tip and Bakugou draws in a sharp breath.

“You’ll what?” Kirishima asks, his eyes glowing from between the wet strands of red hair that dangle across his forehead. He has his lips on Bakugou now, mouthing up the shaft, trailing his tongue against the skin. “Stop me?”

Fuck…. no. He wouldn’t stop Kirishima now even if Kirishima begged him too. “Just…” Bakugou’s fingers are back in Kirishima’s hair, gripping, caressing through the damp strands. “Keep those fucking teeth covered, bastard.” Kirishima chuckles and gives a mock salute with two fingers before his hand caresses down Bakugou’s abdomen and his mouth closes around the tip. And it’s so good.

True to his word, Kirishima keeps his teeth carefully concealed behind his lips. He hollows out his cheeks and drags his lips slowly, torturously, up and down the length. His hand works at what he can’t accommodate and Bakugou feels every thread of his control pulled taut. His body aches in the best of ways and when Kirishima groans in his own contentment, the feeling snaps a few of those cords and rips a deep moan from the back of Bakugou’s throat. “Fuck… Kirishima,” Bakugou’s grip tightens. He can’t possibly be crumbling this easily. There’s no fucking way he’s handing the reigns over to Kirishima like this. His traitorous hips surge forward, deeper into the heat of Kirishima’s mouth, but Kirishima doesn’t choke. He opens up to Bakugou, swallows harder around the tip to relax his throat to allow Bakugou to push further, to give him more. And somehow that’s still a measure of control lost and he hates it. Hates that his hips betray him. Hates how his body trembles and he can barely hold back the moan swelling at the back of his throat.

“Kiri—“ He slaps a hand over his mouth, muffling the sounds that slip through as Kirishima’s lips graze his hips. He’s taking Bakugou so deep…

“Fuck!”

Bakugou’s thread snaps. He yanks on Kirishima’s hair, forcefully pullin his lips off of him. The cool, outside air hits him and he shivers as he pulls Kirishima up to his face. He registers the look of bewilderment before tugging Kirishima around the corner and crushing their lips together.

Kirishima barely hesitates before his arms twine around Bakugou’s neck. The deep groan from the back of Kirishima’s throat vibrates through Bakugou’s body like sound through a tuning fork. He backs up into the wall, his lower back arching against the shower wall and suddenly a warm spray of water cascades over them.

“Ah…” Kirishima gasps as he pulls back to look up into he spray. He laughs. The sight and the sound brings a tightness to more than just Bakugou’s lower body.

How dare that messy haired bastard look so damn good.

With a deep snarl, Bakugou rushes in for another bruising kiss. He lets his hands drop to Kirishima’s waist to tug the soaking wet suit down his thighs, giving him the same restraint he left Bakugou with earlier.

Kirishima is hard, the length of him pressing against Bakugou’s stomach, brushing against Bakugou’s still painfully hard cock. And the feeling, the briefest glance of warm skin on skin brings a full body shudder straight up Bakugou’s spine.

Suddenly he’s arching into Kirishima. He doesn’t know when his hand curled around the both of them, but he knows the friction of his cock against Kirishima’s from the motion of his hand is enough to bring the most wanton, breathy sounds from Kirishima’s lips. And Bakugou swallows everyone, thinking of each as his own private little victory.

He thinks he may be overheating. It may be the water. The proximity. The flush on their bodies and the intimacy of their actions. He doesn’t care. He just wants the boiling warmth in his stomach to overflow and when Kirishima finally gasps, “Fuck me, Katsuki,” Bakugou is done for.

He buries his face in the crook of Kirishima’s neck as he comes. Kirishima cries out when Bakugou sinks his teeth into his neck to muffle the rasp of a groan. But the score of his teeth has Kirishima bucking wildly against him and Kirishima’s bliss is soon to follow.

Bakugou is selfishly glad Kirishima didn’t try to muffle the strained gasp he releases when his pleasure peaks.

They stand like that for a few more minutes. Bakugou’s hand falls limp at his side. The shower water continues to rain down on them and their suits stay tight around their upper thighs, locking them in place.

He doesn’t know what to stay. Is he supposed to speak after this? Is he supposed to offer to pull up Kirishima’s fucking skin tight swimsuit? Is he supposed to kiss him again? To let him know that he hasn’t known that kind of blissful release until then?

But it turns out Bakugou doesn’t have to think that hard. Kirishima finally lifts his head, his red hair hanging in loose, dripping strands over his eyes. He grins and tilts forward to steal a kiss and Bakugou kisses back because he can. Because he won’t lose to Kirishima even in something as trivial as this.

“Well,” Kirishima says, his eyes cut to the nonexistent space between them where their hips are still pressed tightly together. “Here I thought we were supposed to be washing up, not getting ourselves dirty again.”

Bakugou rolls his eyes and presses a palm over Kirishima’s face to shove him backward. “Shut the fuck up.”

Kirishima’s laughter and his smile is enough to bring that tightness back, but this time it settles in his chest. He doesn’t know what to make of it, but he doesn’t think he needs to dwell. After all, Kirishima has always understood exactly what he needs.

#bakushima #kiribaku #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #bnha #boku no hero academia #;drabbles #drawverylittle #i had a need after that episode #kinda sorta dirty kay?

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 4 years

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Soulmate Change

Soulmate marks can change if something happens that's big enough to make them do so.

Like say... telling your soulmate to jump off a roof.

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Soulmates are the way of things. You have a mark that shows an important part of who your soulmate would be. These marks would glow to your soulmate upon first seeing them (and knowing what they were.)

Bakugou Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku are soulmates. Izuku was born with a mushroom cloud in orange on his right shoulder while Katsuki had a green fist on his lower back.

The boys were best friends instantly. They did everything together.

“Gonna be hewoes!” They would cheer. Soulmate heroes were fairly common. They made the best teams.

Katsuki’s quirk came in, explosions on his palms and they waited to see what Izuku’s would be. Something about his hands they assumed.

But there was nothing.

Quirkless they diagnosed him as.

At first, it didn’t seem to affect them.

Then Katsuki began telling him to stop being stupid. He couldn’t be a hero. He was weak. He wasn’t going to be a good one.

The bullying came next. Being shoved around or the occasional burst on fire on his skin.

Izuku put up with it though. A part of him believed in soulmates fiercely. He wanted to believe his soulmate would be his friend again. That they would face the world together.

And then…

“Take a swan dive off the roof.” It echoed. It echoed in his mind and screamed in his soul throughout the day. He kept hearing it as he fought a villain, as All Might praised him. As he was handed a quirk. As he spotted the green vase on All Might’s lower arm and convinced him to come to see his house. As his mom dropped a pan and All Might gasped at seeing the hairbrush on his mom’s neck. Later the brush would make sense. In a way.

But his mind focused on those words.

Swan dive off the roof.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to rage.

Instead, he made a choice.

One thing about Marks was that they could change. It wasn’t that common. Maybe eight cases or so a year? Or more but eight would make the news. Izuku had only ever known that his teacher’s mark had changed.

But they could. When something happened that shattered the soulmates’ trust and belief. When something happened that made them unable to accept their soulmate anymore.

Some of the cases to make the news had the soulmate of a villain testifying against them, and it would always focus on the devastation of the villain as they saw the mark had changed.

Take a swan dive off the roof.

Izuku goes to sleep with a mushroom cloud and wakes up with a blue engine on his arm.

“Izuku…” breathes his mom upon seeing it. All Might- Toshinori- looks confused as he sits there, having spent the night on the couch. “What happened?”

“... he told me to take a swan dive off the roof and pray I had a Quirk in the next life.” Something smashes and Toshinori stiffens while his mother looks broken.

It’s simple to change it. The people look confused at him changing it until they figure out they met young.

“It’s why we say people should separate the kids if they’re soulmates,” the social worker who is documenting their case tells them. “Kids change as they grow up. Teens to but I’ve found teens tend to be a bit more stable in their souls at age sixteen and on.”

“So it’s more common then we know?” Asks Izuku.

“For kids? I’ve seen about twenty in my six years change because they were kids.” Explains the woman. “We need to know what happened though kid.”

“He told me to take a swan dive off the roof and hope I got a Quirk in my next life.” The woman freezes.

“... well fuck that kid then.” She looks angry and Izuku feels a bit of gratitude to this woman, for taking his side.

He doesn’t have to bare his mark he’s told. He’s underage.

So he doesn’t. He keeps long sleeves and works out. He cleans a beach and learns history from Toshinori who is over all the time and eventually moves in, hand in hand with his mom.

He doesn’t think about his mark.

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Bakugou Katsuki has known his soulmate since they were children.

He wants him as far away from heroes as possible.

It’s easy to discourage him. Make himself scary. Be a bully. Torment him.

It hurts to do so. It kills him inside.

But he wants his soulmate safe.

(And a small part laughs in joy at the sight of him on his knees. Crying. His soulmate shouldn’t look down on him and he does and he hates it.)

His mom finds out though, after the slime attack.

“You told him to jump off a roof you brat?!?” She screams and he shouts back, explaining himself.

It doesn’t help it.

“You stay the fuck away from Izuku Katsuki.” She tells him and closes the door behind her. He glares but decides to listen.

The slime attack should have put Izuku off. It should have. His scolding should have done the rest.

He’ll be safe.

(“You didn’t tell him?”

“No. He deserves to find out the hard way.” It’s cruel. Mitsuki knows this.

But she does it anyway. Her son hurt his soulmate enough for the mark to change. Her son told him to kill himself.

She knows the school praised Katsuki, put him on a pedestal. He had the strongest quirk in school after all. They let things slide. And maybe she did to.

But words and actions have consequences. It was time he learned that.)

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He gains One for All a week before the exam and it hurts when he breaks his arm but it’s enough for them to know he needs to figure out how to hold it back. He analyzes and analyzes, figuring out where to focus it and how.

He breaks his finger the day before the exam but it’s enough.

He’s a late bloomer they tell the doctor. Toshinori speaks up and says he has a strength quirk to, one that hurt him pretty bad because his body wasn’t ready and suggests that why his took so long.

They let them think what they want. Hisashi has left Inko for his soulmate before she’d known she was pregnant. He hadn’t sent her anything, and she didn’t want it anyway.

Toshinori claims to be All Might’s secretary in his own agency, and they can say they had met after Hisashi had walked out, that he’d been early. That Inko hadn’t been sure, that Toshinori hadn’t seen the brush on her neck and she hadn’t seen the vase.

Both put on brilliant blushes at the look and Izuku gags because that’s not an image he wants in his head, thanks.

But it’s enough that they ignore it when they put it down and soon he’s sitting in an auditorium, trying to ignore… trying to ignore the blonde next to him.

He’s quiet and doesn’t mutter, not wanting Katsuki’s attention. He wants to focus on himself and what’s going on first.

It’s later though. At the entrance to the fake city, he sees it. The boy who’d stood up during Present Mic’s speech.

He has engines in his legs.

He tries not to puke.

Instead, he focuses on doing well. He’s not the best. He holds back, knowing his quirk is to much for him.

At least he holds back until the zero pointer. He can’t let someone get hurt. He doesn’t care it’s a test and there might be safeguards.

It’s a robot. And there is always a possibility of malfunction.

He throws himself at the robot and smashes it. He breaks his arm, his legs. He doesn’t care.

He falls and is saved.

He’s barely aware of his sleeves missing, of the engine shown on his arm.

He’s barely aware of someone seeing it.

He’s barely aware of a choked gasp, and people whispering at the engine.

But he knows it happened.

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Iida Tenya isn’t sure what to think. He stares at the boy on the ground with the engine on his arm and thinks, it explains the fist.

He wants to focus, his mind is going a million miles an hour as he thinks things through.

But his mind keeps going back to the engine. He boy is taken to the infirmary to sleep off his healing and Tenya decides to wait for him.

A green-haired woman and a skeleton thin man are there. The man is in an ill-fitting suit and the woman looks worried and stressed.

She sees him and her eyes frown, taking him in before she sees his legs.

A look is on her face then and the man stares at him too.

“Toshi-“

“Go see Izuku,” he says. “I’ll talk to him.” The woman nods and the man walks to Tenya who hesitates. “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. You’re an Iida aren’t you?”

“Ah! Yes sir!” Tenya says nervously. “You know my family?”

“I’m All Might’s secretary.” The man explains and oh that is… wow. “So, you’re Izuku’s soulmate.”

“Ah… yes. If that is the boy who broke his arm.” Tenya looks at this man, who must be his soulmate’s father, and is quietly utterly terrified.

“... it’s not private so I’ll tell you but Izuku’s mark Changed to the engine.” The man says and Tenya feels his heart stop.

What? His… that…

“I… how…”

“That is private but know that Izuku might not be ready to date anyone right now.” The man tells him.

“Ah! I do not wish to date currently sir! I simply wish to get to know my soulmate!” Tenya shakes his head and he puts all his thoughts away while the man studies him a bit more. He nods.

“I see. Tell you what-“ he hands him a business card. “That’s my number. Call me later and I’ll give your number to Izuku. He can decide. It might be easier not to be face to face for a while.”

Tenya agrees. He also needs to think about this.

His mark has never changed. His soulmate’s has.

It's a bit of a bitter thought.

-0-

Izuku texts his soulmate a week after the exams. When the whispers surround him and he just wants to die.

My school sucks. Is all he texts.

Perchance why? Is texted back.

Everyone thought I was Quirkless forever but it turns out my Quirk needed a certain amount of power to activate. But anyway Quirkless means bullies.

The answer back was horrified but it did compel them to speak more and more. Eventually, it became phone calls and long chats.

The real test was three months after the exam when they met up with their families.

Izuku might have fanboyed. A little.

… a lot.

But they took it in stride.

Tensei found it cute and teased his brother’s soulmate gently as the boy blushed and stuttered. He backed off when Tenya shot him a look, standing in front of his little soulmate a bit.

Time goes by after that and then one day, visiting and sitting on a pier of a beach, Izuku speaks.

“My old soulmate told me to take a swan dive off the roof and pray for a quirk.” Tenya drops his orange juice and turns, eyes wide, to stare at Izuku. “It’s why the mark changed. It’s why it’s taken me so long…”

“I won’t leave you,” Tenya tells him. “I won’t do that, I swear. I would…”

“I know.” Izuku smiles at him. “I know. But… I’m not ready for anything but friends.”

“Me either,” Tenya admits. “I’d like more but I wish to wait as well.” He reaches out though, taking Izuku’s hand and the green-haired boy squeezes it. They smile at each other again.

It’s just right for them.

When they go to UA, they go together, getting in early. That’s when they see Katsuki. He’s there early too, sitting in a desk and smirking. Izuku freezes. Tenya’s fists clench. But they keep their distance.

(Katsuki wants to demand what Izuku is thinking being here. Why isn’t he talking to him? Why isn’t he going near him? Why? Why? Why?)

When it’s testing time… that’s when it happens. Izuku uses his Quirk and grins- he hadn’t hurt himself- and Katsuki snaps.

“What the fuck DEKU?!” He roars, charging at him, ignoring the flinch Izuku gives. He’s caught by their teacher but he doesn’t care. “You fucking liar! I’m your damn soulmate and you haven’t said shit-“

“No, you’re not,” Izuku speaks. And then he rolls up his sleeve and…

It’s gone.

The mushroom cloud.

It’s gone.

Katsuki freezes, eyes wide.

“Wha… no it couldn’t… it couldn’t change…” he breathes. Izuku looks at him and he looks terrified, but his eyes glance to someone behind them (that’s an engine, his soulmate found another that fast?) before he straightens his shoulders.

“Why wouldn’t it? How long have you tormented me? Bullied me? Said cruel shit to me? Why wouldn’t it change when you stopped being the Kaachan I knew as a child?” Izuku asks and his words feel like bullets.

“... you were Quirkless. I wanted to protect you, make myself scary so you wouldn’t…” Katsuki breathes (but it’s not the full truth and he knows it like Izuku knows it by the way his mouth slants).

“Actions and words have consequences,” Izuku tells him before he walks away to grab onto a different hand.

The teacher lets him go and Katsuki stands there. His body is shaking.

What…

What had he done?

#bnha #soulmate au #iideku #fanfic

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So imagine this; baku gets into a really intense fight with a villain, and it's so bad that he's presumed dead and has temporary memory loss. Little did baku know kiri was waiting at home with news: he's pregnant. Baku obviously isn't dead, and he comes back once he gets better, surprised to find out he's a father. Whether he comes back at the end of kiri's pregnancy, a few months after the baby's born, or even a few years after he's born, cue a touching reunion between the little family ❤❤❤❤❤

So, I did imagine your little scenario, and came up with a fic for you!! :D Sorry this took so long – I hope the wait wasn’t to bad!!

Anyway, thank you so much for reading, and enjoying my work!! It really means a lot, and I hope this piece is to your liking!! Enjoy~!!

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[bakushima tag] [bnha omegaverse]

WARNING OMEGAVERSE

Bakugou stood outside the airport, staring at a city he had forgotten for years. He had been sent overseas to battle a villain who possessed a few dangerous quirks. One of which was the ability to inflict amnesia, which Bakugou had suffered from. It wasn’t until the defeat of that villian about a week ago, did his memories return.

After the initial attack, Bakugou had been admitted to a hospital which basically became his home. If the attack had happened in Japan, then, it would have been easy to identify who Bakugou was, but this happened elsewhere where there was a language barrier. Despite a few rough first weeks, Bakugou became accustomed to life at the hospital for years. For years he had no idea who he was, until in the middle of one night he shot up in bed from a sudden blaring headache.

He stumbled into the hallway and made his way into the bathroom. One of the nurses saw him and cautiously followed him. She lingered in the hallway until she heard him vomiting in the toilet.

“Do – do you need help?”

Breathing heavily Bakugou stepped out of the hall, he saw the nurse, shook his head but passed out.

When he woke up in the morning, he remembered everything.

Although, he no longer had a phone with any of the numbers of his friends and family he was going to do everything he could to get back to them. He had no choice but to rely on his memories, despite it being recently absent.

To his surprise, nothing had really changed while he was gone, but that was a good thing. It’d make it easier for him to find everyone – well, the first person he wanted to find was Kirishima.

Before the incident, him and Kirishima were in a dedicated relationship. They hadn’t bonded just yet, but were planning to. They already shared every heat and rut together, sometimes they used protection, sometimes they didn’t. Bakugou could only imagine how painful these past few years might have been for Kirishima.

As he stepped deeper into the city, the more he felt his heart beginning to tremor in search for a love he hoped did not forget him or moved on. He sniffed the air, the scent of his beloved omega had to be somewhere in this city. Against desperation, he decided to take his journey within the city slow. Although he wanted to see Kirishima as soon as he possibly could, he also wanted to observe his city. It might be interesting to see how things had changed since he’d disappeared. Not to mention he didn’t have much money for a taxi or to ride the subway.

He began to notice different posters and advertisements of heroes he instantly recognized. There was plenty of posters of Midoriya and Todoroki – and Kirishima.

There was one poster in particular that caught Bakugou’s attention. It was hanging on a large glass window of a coffee shop that he was walking by. He remembered that him and Kirishima had frequented that shop quite a few times, and even though Kirishima wasn’t there in person just seeing an image of him was enough to send his heart pumping.

He wanted to breathe in his sweet scent.

And hold him in his arms.

But after all these years – what, what if he had someone else?

He felt like smashing the window, but before he could he caught a scent. It was Kirishima’s scent, but, but not? The smell of home, but altered in some way that made him feel like he, like he was drawn to the smell. He instinctively wanted to protect whoever it was behind that scent and so, he needed to investigate.

As he reached out to open the door, someone on the other side pushed it out.

It was Midoriya and in his arms was a little boy with black hair and red eyes. Midoriya was smiling at the boy, saying something about his Dad being home soon.

And the kid was the source of the scent.

Fearing the worst, Bakugou frowned.

“Deku.” Bakugou called out, only to see Midoriya freeze in front of him.

The two stared at each other for a moment, when the little boy broke the silence, “Uncle, what wrong? Who is dat?”

Midoriya tightened his hold on the child, and glared at Bakugou, “Who are you?” he growled cautiously.

“Bakugou Katsuki.”

“You can’t be.”

Bakugou shook his head, he took his hospital identification card out of his pocket and gave it to Midoriya.

“I’ve been living in a hospital for the past few years,” he explained, “But as soon as that villain was defeated, all of my memories came back.”

The card stated Bakugou’s admission date as the same date he went missing, Midoriya then read out loud, “Quirk induced amnesia.” he peered up from the card, with tears in his eyes, “It’s you?’

“Of course it is.” Bakugou returned the card to his pocket and was about to ask for Kirishima when Midoriya spoke.

“You need to see Eijirou!” Midoriya said, “He should be home shortly, so we’re headed that way!”

Bakugou nodded and followed Midoriya down the opposite way of where he used to live. He was quiet as they walked, taking everything in around him – and that child. The kid peeked at him from over Midoriya’s shoulders with his familiar red eyes. He – he looked like – and he smelled like – no no no NO!

“Deku, who’s kid is that?”

“Um,” Midoriya paused for a second, and to Bakugou it looked like he was afraid to answer, instead he pointed at an apartment building, “Eijirou lives right up there, we should hurry, I think he’s home.”

“Don’t avoid the question!” Bakugou growled.

“Let’s just get into the apartment first.”

“No, why don’t –,” Annoyed, sparks began to shoot out from Bakugou’s hands and he was prepared to give Midoriya a good slap.

The kid interrupted him with a laugh and declared, “Me too! Me too!” he patted Midoriya on the shoulder to put him down, which he did.

“Look look!” the kid ran toward Bakugou, he held out his hands in front of him and little sparks ignited.

“Izuku, are you letting Katsu talk to strangers?”

“I’m not, look who it is!”

Bakugou, reacting to the voice and his instincts, lifted up the pup and sat him on his hip, and called a name that was almost erased completely from his mind, “Eijirou?”

Kirishima stared at Bakugou, his eyes wide with tears, “Izuku, is – is this real?”

“Yeah, turns out he’s been alive.”

“Dad, we have the same quirk!” the little pup said proudly, then frowned, confused, “Are you sad?”

“No.” Kirishima sniffed, “No, I just – I didn’t, I didn’t think he’d…”

Bakugou took a few steps toward Kirishima and settled a hand on his shoulders, smiling, “I’m sorry I was gone.”

Kirishima wrapped his arms around Bakugou and kissed him on the cheek, “I’m so happy you’re back!” he sobbed.

“Dad, what’s wrong?” the kid asked, still confused and worried for his father.

Kirishima beamed at his son and Bakugou wiped his tears away with his free hand, the omega then stated, “Can you tell him who you’re named after?”

“Yeah, my name is Katsu Bakugou and I named after my other dad who died!”

“Your other dad?” Bakugou repeated, putting together the puzzle in his mind.

“What’s your name?” the pup asked.

“You’re not going to believe this, but your other dad isn’t dead.” Bakugou explained, as the child smiled widely, “He was gone for a really long time, and everyone just thought he was dead.”

“How do you know?”

“Because my name is Katsuki Bakugou.”

#bnha omegaverse #bakushima #katsuki bakugou #kirishima eijirou #omegaverse

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