#eijirou kirishima (mentioned)

[sincerelybubbles]

but just imagine washing kiri's hair

gently nudging him under the water, smiling softly when he ducks his head so a little stream of water trails onto your shoulder. it's quiet, neither of you feel the need to talk as you let the shampoo collect in your palm. it's cool on your skin and you later it between your hands before bringing your hands up to rake it through his hair. he bends his head forward further to allow you easier access.

it takes time, gentle hands and soft work to loosen the gel that holds his hair up every day. you do the work, easily and carefully, watching as his eyes droop. he's tired from working all day, from smiling and talking and charming, and now he's quiet, leaning down so you can drag your fingers along his scalp and work away the grime and thick product.

before you, he never let others mess with his hair, always sure that they wouldn't take the same care that he does to keep his hair healthy after all the bleaching. but, with you, he doesn't hesitate to say yes when you ask to wash his hair.

he rests his hands on your hips as you work, thumbs moving gently and without any ulterior intentions, just touching you and watching your face peacefully.

he nearly purrs when you move to the conditioner, detangling his hair with your fingers, pulling and soothing any spots where you might have tugged too hard at his roots.

he returns the favor when you're done, gently massaging your scalp with the shampoo, removing the shower head to gently rinse without risking the soapy water running into your eyes, and carefully passing the conditioner through your ends.

and, when you both leave the shower with pruned hands and sleepy eyes, he can't imagine a life without you.

[nagisa-666]

《BAKUGO! M! READER X BLUE LOCK》

《CROSS POSTED TO WATTPAD》

《WARNINGS!: Mentions of death, kind of crack fic, curse words, kind of explicit words, slight angst, lazy writing, crossover MHA x Blue Lock》

"SHUT UP YOU DAMN LOSERR!!"

Of course. Early to bed and early to rise makes (Name) a massive bitch.

You'd think that for a guy with such a good reputation among his fellow football players would have a good personality, wouldn't you?

No, turns out they were only talking about his skills. In real life, his personality is worse then trash. With anger issues, a superiority complex, and an inferiority complex, he also has a foul mouth that goes with his foul attitude.

"Who are you call a loser, PUNK?!" And Raichi, an equally hot headed football geek.

No, he's not a pokemon.

With how hot headed the both of them are, they're constantly butting head in disagreements, sometimes even getting into physical fights because of such disagreements.

Everyone is annoyed by it.

"YOU HEARD ME, SHIT HEAD! OPEN UP YOUR DAMN EARS FOR ONCE AND MAYBE YOU WON'T BE DEAF!" (Name) shouted incredibly loud, making everyone wince as he glared at Raichi fiercely, his red eyes almost glowing from rage.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, HUNK OF JUNK! YOU AIN'T WORTH SHIT!" Raichi fired back, showing off his sharp teeth with a scowl while (Name) scoffed, everyone in the room with them sighing annoyed.

"WORTH MORE THAN YOU, OBVIOUSLY!" (Name) snarled like a dog, eyes enlarged with veins showing while Yoichi sweated in the back, trying to hold him back before (Name) threw him back effortlessly. Damn. RIP Yoichi, you will be missed. But some were eyeing his muscle with faint blushes.

"SAY THAT TO MY FACE, BITCH!-" Pokémon bitch attempted to shout, before a someone got annoyed and interrupted.

The girls were fighting.

"OH MY GOD WE GET IT YOU'RE BOTH GAY SHUT UP!" Bachira shouted, quickly quieting everyone down as they stared at him in silent horror, some even praying for him as they waited for the blondes to explode.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, DUNCE FACE!-" The girls are back at it.

"Hey, Bakubro! How's everyone treating you?" Kirishima asked, glad that his calls are actually getting through.

(Name) actually scored enough goals to get his phone back, so he took the chance to call back anyone who was blowing up his notifications (his mom, shitty hair, dunce face, racoon eyes, soy sauce, and Deku, who he blocked before,) and of course the best comes first.

So he called Shitty hair back first.

"I don't care about them. How's Dunce face and Racoon eyes? Are they stealing my shit again?" He asked, getting straight to the point as he finished his work sheet, noticing how everyone slightly quieted down to hear the call.

"... Haha, no! In fact, I haven't seen them act this good in your room before!" He said, noticeably not talking in the beginning, as if he was staring at someone or someone was talking to him. He calls bullshit.

"They're stealing my protein powder, aren't they?" He said, voice bland and face stoic, just waiting for the other to confirm what he said as the other in the room sent glances to each other, sometimes even sneaking a peek at his face.

"Yeah man I'm sorry. But! Good news, I got the job! So I'll be able to pay you back when you get back! No worries! Oh, and Deku was trying to call you too! He wanted to asked what it was like to be with the best football teens in one place!" The red head chuckled, listening to the pink haired girl and the charge bolt boy thank him profusely before waving them off, waiting for the blonde boy to speak.

"Tell Deku that I ain't telling him shit. And tell the old hag that when I get back, I want some spicy tofu! Spicy enough it makes my taste buds bleed!" (Name) shouted, grinning his evil grin like he always does when he's hyped about something, which makes the red haired boy on the other end laugh wildly. (Name) can't wait until he gets home and is able to eat the spicy tofu his mom makes. The shit they call spicy tofu here isn't even spicy, it barely even burns.

(Everyone else is scared of what his definition of spicy is. The spicy tofu they give him looks like death.)

"Yeah, okay! Oh- sorry, your mom's calling us, I'm gonna hafta hang up!" Kirishima said, loud enough that those close enough heard him clearly.

"Kay." A loose reply.

"See ya, Bakubro!" Affection through words, Kirishima loves telling him that.

"Kay." Another loose reply. Man, he is so tempted to just hang up.

"Say it back!" Kirishima whined, making (Name) feel as though he was able to just see the pout and teary eyes he gets when he's joking around dramatically.

"No." Then he hung up.

"Hey, hot head, let's play 21 questions!" Bachira asked (more like demanded- but (Name) is the same, if not more stubborn-) dribbling a ball as he lightly treaded on the grass, playing with (Name) to pass time until one of them got annoyed.

"Fuck no." Sharp reply. (Name) didn't want this creepy 'monster' boy to know anything important about him. The way he kept talking about a 'monster' being in him and telling him what to do and who to talk to? Creepy. It's a miracle that he's even talking to him now.

"Aw, why not?!" Bitch boy Bachira whined, gaining a fake pout while (Name) scoffed, stealing the ball and running quickly, making a goal before Bachira got the the ball, continuing their 'conversation.'

"'Cause I don't fuckin' like you." Truer words have never been spoken. Whenn he dies, he wants 'my only regret is not flipping more people off' on his tombstone.

"Aw:(" (Name) wondered how the FUCK he said that out loud. Fuck, sometimes he wanted to put that boy in full body cast.

"Shut yo goofy ass up." Amazing. He's barely been talking to this fuck face for 5 minutes and he already wants to throw him under a bus.

"Anyway, let me go first! What's the color of your nipples."

"..."

"What's the color of your nipples."

"I'm fucking done with you. Get the fUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAK-"

"Hey, brat! You know better then to call me while I'm at work! I already know to make spicy tofu when I get home!-" Mitsuki said, answering her ringing phone with a rough voice as she began to change her clothes, looking at the ones her dear husband made himself with admiration.

"Excuse me, are you Bakugo (Name)'s guardian?" A sudden cold voice interrupted her, making her pause before looking at her phone, making sure it was (Name)'s number.

"Uh- Yeah? Listen, if he's in trouble just tell me where he is-" Suddenly feeling unsettled, she felt like something bad was about to happen. But that always happens with (Name). Sometimes he gets too mad and just beats someone up for being arrogant or something. Maybe he was in jail or something.

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but your son has been involved stabbing incident. He's in surgery right now.. We don't think he's going to survive." The cold voice said, and Mitsuki felt her heart drop. That couldn't be right. No, her little boy was always careful when out and about. Even if he was tired, he made sure that he knew where he was going and what to avoid. This had to be some elaborate prank his friends thought of.

"... Huh? Hey, if this is a joke, it's not very funny. Put him on the phone, let me talk to him." She demanded, putting her clothes back on before she stormed out, trying to find her husband frantically.

"This isn't a joke. He's at Musutafu hospital, Shizuoka Prefecture. I imagine you would want to spend his last moments together." Then a click and it went quiet.

"MASARU!"

"This morning the young football prodigy, Bakugo (Name) was discovered to have died at a local hospital in Musutafu, in Shizuoka Prefecture after being a victim to a stabbing by an unknown stalker. Witnesses and CCTV footage have said and shown that he was walking when a man wearing a black hoodie and sweats ran up with a knife and stabbed him in the stomach. Officials still do not understand why the man did this. In later news, we'll talk about the wake and funeral of this young star. Thoughts and prayers to his parents."

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[bakubunny]

brb daydreaming abt shota and chronic migraine!reader bc my head is bursting rn

[spacebunniesmha]

I love strong friendships. Like, I love romantic IzuOcha, but platonic IzuOcha is SO cool. Platonic bkdk & togachako? I live for it. Platonic KiriMina? YES PLEASE.

I love platonic relationships SO much😭

[yalocalfanficaddict]

TW; heres a prompt. Bokugo is having SH problems, and kiri catches him in the act. Then kiri ends up comforting bokugo and trying to help him get SH clean.

A little bit of angst for ya. ✨

Are you the same as the last Annon? I only ask because you spell Bakugou's name the same as the last Annon, haha! I don't have any ill-intent when I say that, only curious! Thank you for the angsty prompt, I hope I do it justice!! HOWEVER, THIS IS A SERIOUS ISSUE THAT I DO NOT WISH TO ROMANTICIZE!!! THIS WILL HAVE SH, HINTS OF ED ALONG WITH DISSOCIATION AND BLOOD!! PLEASE SKIP PAST IF YOU DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE READING!!

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Katsuki knows he shouldn't do it. He actually hates it. He hates how the idea plagues his mind, disrupting his thoughts. He hates how his fingers twitch in consideration and temptation, succumbing to his mind and not following his body's request. He hates the feeling of satisfaction when he knows no regular person should. He hates the anxiety that chokes him when he changes in and out of his gym clothes. He hates it all.

Every. Single. Bit.

But he can't stop, no matter how hard he tries. He always finds himself locked in his private half-bathroom at least once a week, falling back onto his worst coping mechanism.

This time, Katsuki paces around his room, doing everything he can to break the cycle. Katsuki digs his fingers through his hair, a frustrated noise tickling the back of his throat. "God damn it. Why is this so hard? I'm going to be the next number-one hero for fucks sake!"

Slamming the side of his fist against his desk, Katsuki grits his teeth. Knowing he would cave by the end of today, he burns holes through his glare at the drawer. I won't open it, he tells himself.

The ache in his chest claws at him, yearning for it.

I won't open it.

The thoughts in his mind hound him, desperate for it.

I won't open it.

The shivers breathing against his neck and shoulders anticipate it.

I won't open it.

Shaking his head, his face skews. Katsuki squeezes his eyes shut and backs away with a sharp sigh. He's better than this, and he knows it. There's no need for him to harm himself. He's perfectly capable of doing other things, but the idle scratching and picking at his left arm begs to differ.

Knowing there's no way for him to stop, Katsuki caves. Jerking the desk drawer open, he grabs what he needs before slamming it shut. Katsuki huffs as he perches on the edge of his bed, twisting his pocket knife open. I might as well do it where it's not visible instead of picking my fucking arm raw.

The cool steel glints in the evening light, casting a silver glow onto his complexion. He sighs, hiking up his shorts and peeling his boxer briefs back. Red lines trace along his flesh, jumping out at him from the stark comparison of his skin tone. Most have healed and are a soft pink, but the rest that scatter throughout his thighs are either faded white scars or dark red scabs.

Gnawing on the dead skin along his lips and the inside of his cheek, Katsuki alines the blade. Ten marks per leg. That's the limit he set himself if he ever wants to stop this. He hopes to limit himself to nine by next week, but that might not be possible.

An awfully too familiar sensation sneaks upon him. It's almost like his mind detaches from his body. The focus in his eyes slips into a haze-like stare, like sheer curtains drawing over them. His fingers and wrists work in mechanic order, never faulting or hesitating. The blade works along his thighs and hips like a bow drawing on the delicate strings of a cello.

How deep can he go before drawing too much blood? Katsuki has drawn blood several times after he worked up the courage to go further than only leaving red marks behind. How deep can he go before it's too late? Katsuki knows there's a crucial artery buried deep beneath his skin, but he's never reached it. How deep can he go before someone finds out? Katsuki has all but laughed a handful of times when not even Deku could figure out his strange new behavior.

Warm red leaks onto his free thumb, and Katsuki reaches for the tissue on his nightstand. Swiping at the ruby beads with one hand, Katsuki wipes the rest off of his thumb. He grabs more tissues and begins dabbing at the other leg. Thankfully, the cuts aren't as deep as he thought, so Katsuki keeps the Kleenex pressed against his wounds for almost five minutes.

Tossing the balls of bloody Kleenex in the trash bin, Katsuki comes back to his senses and off this strange high, realizing just how many marks he left on his body.

He sucks in a sharp breath, his clothes stinging the open flesh. "Holy shit. You fucking idiot," he hisses. Closed knife in his fist, Katsuki grips it until his whole hand begins to shake, pain shooting from his palm to his shoulder. Glancing down at his hand and the item inside, Katsuki raises his arm and chucks it across the room with a frustrated grunt. "God damn it all!"

The pocket knife strikes the wooden door with a sharp thwack! It clatters to the floor, leaving the room for Katsuki's agitated and labored breathing.

Slippers pad along the hardwood floor, and Katsuki instantly knows who it is on the other side.

"Damn," he whispers, realizing his mistake.

"Baku-bro...you good, man?"

He creeps over to the door and swoops down to retrieve the knife. Returning the knife to its original spot, Katsuki sighs before speaking up again. "Fine. A hundred percent good. Now go fuck off and go to bed."

Once he's positive that Kirishima has tucked himself back into his room, Katsuki curls up on his bed. Without much of a fight, he allows an all-too-familiar sense of shame to wash over him. Why should he be going to the extent of harming himself when he has it all? He has a proper family consisting of two parents, and his grades have never been better, not to mention that he's growing leaps and bounds with his quirk's potential. He even has Kirishima, someone he considers to be his closest friend.

Two faint knocks take him by surprise. That damn Kirishima just can't seem to leave him be. Katsuki gives one firm knock in return to assure that everything's okay. After that, it doesn't take long for sleep to claim him.

●•●•●•●

A shudder rips through his body as he steps into the showers. The warm water slips into the cracks and crevasses of broken skin, causing Katsuki to hiss at the sensation. "Fuck," he whispers. He clenches his teeth before any more sounds of pain can slip past.

Does he deserve the pain? The lines between yes and no are smudged like the dried blood along his body. He deserves it because of the foul, selfish desire growing enough to hurt himself over nothing. But he's tired, craving nothing more than to be held. Katsuki can't recall when such sweet and warm contact seeped through his skin and fizzled through his veins.

Tears nearly muddle with the water as unknown forces clench around his throat, making it a struggle to breathe. Wrapping his arms around his waist, Katsuki presses his back against the tile walls before his weak knees buckle, sliding to the pooling floor. His shuddering gasps echo through the showers, and no tear falls. He refuses. It doesn't matter how much the feeling suffocates him. Katsuki would blast his own arms off before shedding a tear.

And so he sits there, gritting his teeth, muttering profanities at himself, digging his nails into his sides.

He sets his plate down in front of Kirishima and almost gags at the food on his plate. Katsuki knows he must eat something, or his training and progress will be all for nothing. A fried egg and a single slice of toast fill half the plate.

"Hey man, how'd you sleep? It was nearly midnight when I knocked," Kirishima chuckles. A strange smile pulls at the corners of his lips. "I heard a clatter and thought it was weird to hear something from you so late—"

"I knocked over a book on my nightstand in my sleep,"

Kirishima hums before taking a bite out of his own breakfast. "Alright, bro," he says around a mouthful of sausage.

The two boys pick away at their breakfasts in silence. Peace finally settles over Katsuki like a familiar blanket he lost long ago. After battling with himself to the point of self-destruction, Kirishima silences it all. Kirishima mutes the thoughts that plague his psyche in hell-inducing, nightmarish ways. Kirishima shuts down the programming in his mind that encourages dangerous actions.

"Thank you," his voice cracks from how low he whispers.

"Huh? What for, dude?" Kirishima clears his plate with Katsuki hot on his heels.

Katsuki stays silent for a moment, contemplating his words. Why did he even say 'thank you' anyway? It doesn't matter. He needs an excuse to bring meaning to the rather hollow words. "You're the only shitty person in this world I would bother to call close."

"Aw, thank you, man! You're my best friend, too!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, you weirdo," Katsuki grumbles, but this time a hint of playfulness sneaks into his tone.

Katsuki and Kirishima work their way back to the dorms, chattering away about their plans for the weekend. Well, it's more Kirishima nattering away while Katsuki listens in silence.

"—and Kaminari and Sero are planning another sleepover. Do you think I should go?"

He shrugs. "I'm not your damn mother,"

"Oh, right," Kirishima chortles. "I'm thinking of maybe going, but Ashido's going through another break-up with Uraraka, so I might have to hang with her again—you know how they get."

He nods.

"Well...whaddya think?" Kirishima asks as Katsuki clicks the button for the elevator. It doesn't take long for it to chime open, swallowing them in as Kirishima presses the button that leads to their floor. "Should I or should I not go?"

"Do whatever the hell you want. I don't care."

"Oh, right," Kirishima grins. "And uhm, do you want to watch a movie or something?"

The elevator's jaws open up and spit them out, leaving the boys to make their way back to their rooms. A movie would be...perfect, but Katsuki still hasn't taken out his trash. Removing any and all evidence from last night should be one of the first things he should do.

"No, I need to finish some more homework and tidy my room."

Kirishima raises a brow. They stop at Katsuki's room, and he watches him unlock the door. "You? Needing to tidy up your room? Who are you, and what have you done to Bakugou?"

He shakes his head with a low snicker. "At least my room is always cleaner than yours."

"Hey!"

"It's true,"

The silence only confirms what they both know.

Katsuki steps into his darkened room as Kirishima calls out, "I'll see you later, then. Right?"

"Sure," he grunts out.

Not bothering to switch on a light or open the curtains, Katsuki eyes the brimful trash bin under his desk. Despite eating his fill and spending time with his favorite person, his energy is somehow more limited. So he merely stands there, staring at it before drifting into space. What feels like TV static and muted chatter rustles in his ears, and for a moment, his world detaches.

Katsuki lets his head finally fall to gawk at his hands. They tremble as sweat begins to moisten his upturned palms. The same feeling of being strangled slips around Katsuki like an invisible rope hitching around his throat.

Sleep, he blinks back his trembling waterline as he wipes his hands on his pants. I need sleep. Maybe that's all it takes to feel better. God, I'm such a fool if I'm wrong. Scratch that. Delusional might be a better word...

He rips off his turtleneck and flops onto his bed. Curling up, he doesn't bother to throw on his messy covers.

This pain Katsuki's in is brain-numbing, chest hallowing pain. It's swallowing him up.

And he doesn't know how to escape it.

Katsuki wakes up to the sound of rapid knocking. Peeling his eyes open, he can't even register the slurred conversation he just had until a weight settles on the side of his bed.

"Hey man, y'good? It's nearly supper time, and you haven't come out since this morning," Kirishima's voice is warm and inviting. After a stammer pause, it quickly shifts to trembling, fearful. "Uhm, mind telling me what those red lines are on your hips there, bro?"

He's fully awake as he jolts to an awkward sitting position. Reaching for what blankets he can, he covers himself from the waist down. He must have cut himself a little too far up last night. "The fuck you staring down there for?"

Hands pull up in defense with a lowering head. "Sorry, I'm sorry, dude. It's just a bit concerning when you've been acting the way you've been for who knows how long."

"What the hell?" Katsuki feigns ignorance with a scoff. "You think I would want to hurt myself? Kirishima, let's be real here. Why would I do that?"

Kirishima bolts up and waves his arms in Katsuki's direction. An irritated noise rumbles the back of his throat. "You don't think that I wouldn't notice, Bakugou? I've seen how much you've cut back on your food and how you'd stare off into God knows where! I've seen how much more silent you've become, only flipping people off when they frustrate you. I've been waiting to see if this is just one big phase, but the idea of what you might be doing terrifies me. Bakugou, please tell me anything's wrong...don't suffer alone."

Words on the tip of his tongue swallow back into his gut. He's fine. He has a plan. A plan to limit himself week by week until he doesn't cut himself anymore. At least, that's what he tells himself. The notion of carving into his skin once more raises an excited feeling in his simmering veins while nausea churns, fuelling the civil war some might consider his mind.

"I'm fine, Shitty Hair. I was training a while ago and scrapped myself—there's nothing to worry about."

Kirishima sighs, squaring his jaw. "Fine, but please come down to eat something tonight. Everyone else is done, and the food's almost cold."

Katsuki nods, "Yeah, yeah. Sure."

He leaves the room, and Katsuki immediately swings himself out of bed. Fingers curling around his army knife, he creeps into the bathroom with a strange buzz of giddiness. Kirishima almost discovered the slashes on his legs and hips, so what if he ventures out further to see if he can get away with more. Just a little more, nothing too serious.

With the weather growing colder, everybody has been wearing long sleeves and jackets. If Katsuki treats the self-inflicted wounds just right and cuts just shallow enough, they'll be healed with close to no scarring by spring.

Locking the knife into place, Katsuki lifts his forearm up and bends it to face him. The seamless and unblemished skin stares back at him, practically challenging him to do it. Can he actually commit to it? He twists his wrist up and down, then left to right, observing how each artery, vein, and tendon sink in and jut out against the wall of flesh. An itch only a blade could satisfy burrows through the base of his wrist that connects to his palm. He refuses the urge and slides the knife lower to where the middle of his forearm is. Gently applying pressure to the blade, Katsuki slides it down. Memorized by the trail of red—blood oozing much more compared to the other places on his body—Katsuki glides the knife to another spot on his arm. Does he dare to go further? The last incision only takes a quarter of his forearm, so he goes again, dragging the blade halfway before stopping.

"Bakugou..? I—oh, shit. I fucking knew it. Holy fuck," a voice warbles and rasps.

His head snaps up, and his arms fall. With wide eyes, Katsuki stares into Kirishima's reflection, petrified to turn around and find him standing behind him.

Tears well up in their eyes, but only Kirishima's fall. He stretches his arm out, palm up. "Bakugou," he nearly whispers. When Katsuki doesn't move, Kirishima takes a half step and straightens his fingers more. "Please, Bakugou. Hand me the pocket knife."

Warm beads of blood trail down to his knuckles before splattering onto the cool tile in dramatic dollops.

Another step forward forces Katuski back, and the right side of his hip digs into the counter. "Go away, Kirishima. I just—I'm fine, honestly," his voice is meek, not even a shadow of his regular boisterous self. "I'll be down to eat in a bit, just...don't tell anybody, please."

"No. You lied—"

"Because I had to!"

Silence freezes over them until the scratching sound of Kirishima's slippers charges at him. Before Katsuki can react, Kirishima has both hands in a fist, pulling them above his head. "Drop the damn knife, Bakugou. I'm going to see you hurt yourself anymore."

Katsuki tries to fight back, but it's a struggle with how the small of his back presses flush against the counter, borderline arching towards the sink faucet. His arm burns, blood trickling down his elbow and seeping into Kirishima's black long-sleeve muscle shirt. Kirishima must have finished a workout before waking Katsuki because the scent of salty sweat tickles his nose. "Just let me go, God damn it! Then you don't have to watch, idiot," he spits, some flying and landing on Kirishima's cheek.

"But you're my friend, I can't...I can't just sit back and let you do this to yourself!" Kirishima grunts as he struggles with Katsuki. "Would you do the same for me? Just gawk, frozen in place as my own fucking blood stains me? Bakugou, you're going to kill yourself if you keep this up, and I refuse to let you go through with it!"

He falters at the words, unable to process how Kirishima spins them, pushing him against a wall with his wrists pinning on each side of his head.

"You might be in your own personal bubble, but we care about you—I fucking care for you! You're my best friend, my partner. You're my favorite person in the whole damn world, Bakugou..." Kirishima's weeping now, but the sound drowns in his ears as TV static crackles in the back of his mind.

Katsuki turns away to stare at the doorway. It stands a few inches away from them, laughing at their—his—struggle. Don't look at me like that, he wants to say to Kirishima. I'm not doing anything wrong... I'm just not in the right headspace right now.

But he stays silent, cheeks and ears hot with embarrassment. Everything blurs, so he stares up at the tile ceiling, to not let a single tear shed nor look at his distressed friend. 'Sorry' is all he can mouth, but Kirishima either doesn't notice or cares.

"Please, Bakugou...just drop the knife, alright? I'm not mad, but scared," he whispers the last word as if taboo. When Katsuki brings his gaze back to Kirishima, he finds his head hung and grip weakening. They both tremble and shake as tears swirl with blood on the floor. In some strange way, Katsuki finds it funny how it's almost a literal, physical statement of blood versus water. Which will stand tall and persevere? Only time and the fates know, and it's up to them to find out.

"I'm so damn scared that I'll lose you. Listen, I won't do the whole stupid 'Quit For Me' speech because that's probably the last thing you want to hear, but please stop for your own sake—"

"If you think this is all for stupid attention, it's not. I fucking swear on it, Kirishima."

Tears fall harder as both of them start sniffling. Kirishima shakes his head again, sealing his eyes tight, his face scrunches in hurt. "I would never. But please think of your parents if something worse happens to you. Think of Midoriya. Think of your goals, Bakugou. Who else will be number one? I have no clue because, at Midoriya's rate, he might not make it past thirty with how much he's been trashing his body through his quirk. There's no way in hell that Todoroki will be number one after all the beef he's had with his dad—he wouldn't allow it. So I'm begging, Bakugou—I'll get on my knees if I must—but please, please, please drop the knife. We can work through this together. You aren't alone...don't suffer alone."

Silence steals them away, leaving them with just their heaving breaths and solemn thoughts. He gasps when hot wetness trails down his cheeks. His first reaction is to swipe it away, but his injured arm screams at him when Kirishima stiffens his grip.

"Shit," he mutters. As the uncontrollable flow of tears slips down his face like waterfalls, a strange sense of vulnerability squeezes at his chest. Like he's been stripped naked for all the world to see, Katsuki wants to curl up under his bed and hide until Kirishima forgets this event. Katsuki sighs and looks everywhere but his direction. "Kiri, in my bedroom...I wanted you to know. But I didn't want to tell you. I was so close, too. What I've been doing to myself is much more complex than you think. I don't even know why I fucking do it. Shit, Kirishima, I sit here and try to limit myself each week. But...but..."

The dam breaks, and Katsuki's knees buckle again. A clatter is audible from the fallen knife, but nobody pays attention to it. Kirishima eases him to the floor before Katsuki wraps his arms around him like he's dangling from the highest point of a skyscraper. "Fucking hell, Kirishima. You," he's interrupted by a hiccup in his choking sob. "You're right. I swear I w-was getting better. I had a plan. I had precautions. It just went all to sh-shit today. God, I'm so tired of it all. Please make it stop—I want this to st-stop. I'm sorry, so so sorry. Okay? Give m-me a chance, and I'll change. Fuck everything so hurts damn badly..." Katsuki sniffs before another shattering gasp wracks through his body. "I'm so embarrassed that you see me like this now. Don't treat me like I'm some stupid fucking toy needing to be fixed now. Don't treat me like a doll in need of stitches. I don't need the pity."

More inconsistent and nonsensical rambles slip past his lips, but Kirishima doesn't pull away. Kirishima only cradles him closer, not bothering to acknowledge the blood staining his shirt. Carding fingers through Katsuki's choppy hair, Kirishima rocks him softly. Almost as if engaging in a slow dance of comfort and stability, leaving Katsuki no chance but to comply with his sobbing babbles. "Don't be sorry. It'll be okay, Bakugou, I can feel it. You have me to lean on and wipe your tears. You have me to guide you away from those dark paths and thoughts. You have me for everything and anything. I promise I won't leave you."

His cold hands link with Kirishima's warm ones when they pull away. Kirishima helps him to his feet before stooping down to rummage in the cabinet under the sink. "Now let's get you cleaned up, yeah?"

●•●•●•●

About two weeks later, Katsuki slowly but steadily returns to a new normal version of himself. Sure, the first two days were messy, consisting of yelling and negative remarks from Katsuki; however, Kirishima gladly picked up his pieces and glued him together. For that, Katsuki has been forever thankful. Whenever he can, he leaves behind small gestures of kindness, whether it's cooking a meal, helping Kirishima tidy up, or slipping him the answers to their quizzes instead of lecturing about studying after getting their grades back.

But there's still this hollow, achy feeling nestling in the base of his chest. Katsuki doesn't know when it'll go away, but hopefully, it will be soon.

They curl up on Kirishima's bed, watching something on his laptop. Subtitles follow the screen's events as they watch an animated movie about wizards and moving castles. With almost his complete attention dedicated to the screen, he doesn't even understand what his body is doing to him until Kirishima points it out.

"Please don't pick at your bandage," Eijirou prompts, running his hand in a soothing motion along Katsuki's left arm and gently squeezing his shoulder.

Katsuki quickly threads his fingers together to stop the mindless action. He grunts in acknowledgment, resting deeper onto Kirishima's chest. Eventually, Kirishima found out about how touch-starved Katsuki is. So they've entered a silent agreement that whenever alone, Kirishima is allowed to hold him unless told otherwise, and the same applies to Katsuki.

"I'm so glad you're doing better now, Kats," Kirishima grins, shifting the computer with his free hand. "Do you...feel better? I can get you some ice cubes if you'd like."

Katsuki hums to himself before answering. "No, m'good."

If it gets worse, then I might hold some to distract myself, Katsuki sighs. But I have all that I need right here.

When the movie ends, the credits start to slide across the screen, and Kirishima closes the laptop and slides it off his lap. "I uh...got you something to celebrate."

Katsuki sits up, criss-crossing his legs, and faces Kirishima. His brows knit together as his nose scrunches ever so slightly. "Whatcha mean by that? It's nobody's birthday, and no holidays are coming up."

Kirishima turns to grab something in his bag from beside the bed. "Well, because what we're dealing with is a total beast, I thought after each milestone, I'd get you something to congratulate!"

'What we're dealing with.' That thought echoes against every corner of Katsuki's brain, warming him to his core. That's right, I'm not alone.

With the back of his unbandaged arm, he uses the back of his wrist to swipe away at the tears that well up along his waterline. That's another thing Kirishima has been trying to teach him. He can cry, and it's okay to do so. Nobody will make fun of him. Nobody will look down on him.

Kirishima holds up a book and a paper bag with the label of their favorite bakery's logo, a proud beam plastering his face. "Ta-da! Oh, jeez, was it the wrong one? Is that why you're crying? I think I still have the receipt somewhere..."

"No! No, it's fine, Kiri," Katsuki's lips turn up into the faintest of smiles. "You're just too kind to me, and I really don't deserve it. I just don't know where I'd be if you didn't come to check up on me that day."

They've checked in on each other several times before, but there's no need to elaborate on which day he's talking about.

Kirishima sets the items aside and pulls Katsuki into another warm hug. "Shhh, it's okay, Kats."

The pair stay like that for a moment. Katsuki doesn't know where he starts, and Kirishima begins, but he doesn't mind. In fact, Katsuki actually enjoys it. He enjoys how the idea of silk-smooth possibilities settles his thoughts. He enjoys how his fingers twitch in consideration and the temptation to hold Kirishima at any moment. He enjoys the feeling of satisfaction when he knows he is, in fact, getting better with each baby step. He enjoys the pride that swells in his chest on how he did and will survive. He enjoys it all.

Every. Single. Bit.

I'm so sorry for any inconsistencies towards the characters!! I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter even with it being more on the darker side of things. I was planning to have more of the comfort aspect come in, but then it would've been too long, so I had to cut it off short, sorry! Below this is the link for if you wish to read this on AO3!! Also, if you would like to have this fic gifted to you, please @ yourself the next time you request! Thank you~!

[writing-too-much-aus]

My brain became an city by this point. And I'm the mayor that doesn't receives anything for creating it.

When I say my favorite characters live rent free on my head I don't mean they are just some thoughts, no man. I fucking wish.

It is like this:

_A big clearing full of houses, business, tables, chairs and people_

_in one side of the tables_

Shen jiu: Let's start tea time.

Tweek Tweak: But I told you I only drink coffee.

Chu Wanning: your parent are ruining your organism.

Giyuu Tomioka: believe me, is better if you just accept.

Xie Lian: Is not so bad child. Give it a try.

Cale(Krs): You grown accostumated.

_in another side_

Wei Wuxian: DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN

Venti: ONE MORE ONE MORE ONE MORE

Kim Roksoo(Cale): *Chugging his 28th Dandelion wine/Emperor smile mix bottle*

_A bit away form the chairs_

Kirishima Eijirou: So, how's that going?

Dick Grayson: Is going well, but you have to really train your endurance, I think it will upgrade your quirk. And you stop.

Deidara: We were just going to explode that building.

Shigaraki: Party pooper.

Gojo: You two can fight me if you are so rentless.

Shigaraki/Deidara: FINALLY SOME ACTION

_Out of some of the houses_

Xun Cai: Okay Kenny, you can go play now.

Kenny: mmmbyemmm

Xun Cai: OKAY, DEATH WHISHERS YOUR TURN

Dazai: Aaaah, so boring, finally when Gojo was going to start kicking ass.

Giyuu: oh, I have to go, excuse me everyone.

Kim Dokja: If I'm going, you will too man, no choice.

Cale(Krs): Fuck you man. Stop dragging me there!

Mikey: Just because I was going to fight Dick next. You are not fun therapist man.

Xun Cai: Not a clown to be funny, just enter.

[seafoamandstardustlatte]

as a kiribaku and tododeku stan

as well as an izuchaco and kacchaco appreciator

uraraka is not in the way of your ships and is a wonderful character who loves and is loved by her friends

and if you hate her for being in the way of your ships i can fckin promise you that all of the characters you stan hate you too

[young-prince-firefly]

Kaminari: I've heard if something is worth doing, it's worth doing poorly

Bakugou: Maybe if you were good at something you wouldn't have to hear that

Kirishima: Bakugou!

Uraraka: Before any of you break out in a fight, that's literally just to help Kaminari brush his teeth. Iida told him to think of brushing his teeth like that so he doesn't get overwhelmed. I mean, it is better to brush poorly than to not brush at all.

Midoriya: Right, it's to combat deadly perfectionistic mindsets and boost your self-esteem and help you finish tasks, especially if you experience executive dysfunction either due to those perfectionistic ideals or neurodivergency!

Bakugou: That's great and all, but that doesn't mean he isn't terrible at everything else

Kirishima: Sorry, Kaminari. He'll come around eventually

Kaminari: No, no. I'm immune at this point. I'll just get really good at brushing my teeth by brushing only one tooth every morning.

Bakugou: You're just gonna forget which tooth you started with. If brushing is so damn hard for you, just use mouthwash!

Kaminari: Oh. I forgot that was an option.

Uraraka: I guess he's trying to help now?

Midoriya: Kacchan could still stand to be less mean to his friends when he's helping

Bakugou: Deku, shut up! These losers aren't my friends and you can't tell me what to do!

Midoriya: I'm gonna die

Tokoyami: We all meet the same end

Kirishima: How long have you been here man?

Tokoyami: As long as the rest of you

Kaminari: I'm gonna go gargle mouthwash, you guys enjoy your chat

Bakugou: Don't use the pink one! That's round face's and you do not want to make her mad!

Uraraka: How sweet

Kirishima: Well, I'll say it so he doesn't have to, thanks for your help. I didn't really understand most of what you said, but I know it's definitely going to help Kaminari

Uraraka: Anytime!

Midoriya: Happy to help

Bakugou: I don't know why you're looking at me, I didn't do anything

Kirishima: Nevermind then

[vampyrsutton]

KiriBaku~Bondage/Face Fucking

Summary:

Kirishima wants to try something new, but they need to work around some things first.

Ao3 Tags:

Light Bondage, Face-Fucking, Chains, Collars, Demisexual Bakugou Katsuki, Kink Journal, Bakusquad (My Hero Academia), Bakusquad Writes Fanfiction, Momo Making Bank, mentions of triggers, Mentions of Panic Attacks, Kinktober 2020

“You’re making that stupid face again, dumbass! What do you wanna try this time?” Bakugou tsked, not even looking up from his math problem. 

Kirishima jumped, not even realizing he was making a face at his phone next to him. “What? I don’t wanna try anything, Bakubro!” He tried laughing it off, wincing at the glare that was shot his way. 

“Okay, now I know you’re lying! You haven’t called me Bakubro since we started dating so what is it? What did Mina send you this time?” Bakugou huffed as he glared at the red head.

Kirishima sighed in defeat. “Why couldn’t you just be pretty? Why did you have to be smart, too?”

Bakugou flushed at the compliment, looking back to his homework. “Shut up, Shitty Hair! Stop trying to change the subject! Either tell me what your fucking problem is or finish your fucking homework! You’re not failing on my watch for using the wrong head!”

The red head couldn’t help but laugh at his boyfriend’s joke as he shrugged. “For real though, Bakubabe. It’s nothing. Really.” 

The blonde just glared harder, completely unconvinced before he tsked, standing up walking to his pillow before he threw a small black notebook at Kirishima. “I’m so sick of your fucking bullshit! There’s the fucking book of shit I’ve looked into! Maybe it’ll help you get your head out of your ass, and stop pussyfooting every damn kink you find and I don’t have to initiate every damn thing like Fuck! Now math!”

Kirishima barely managed to catch the notebook in his shock as he stared at his boyfriend wide eyed. He turned a shade similar to his hair as he looked down at the book Bakugou had shown him that first time a few months back. “W-what?! Are you sure, Bakubabe?”

“I wouldn’t have given you the thing if I wasn’t! Now you can jerk off to it later! Math! Now!” Bakugou growled, trying to hide how red his ears were. 

Kirishima looked down at the notebook before looking back to his boyfriend with a toothy grin. “Okay! ...so what were we doing again?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” 

~~~

‘This...I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this.’ Kirishima thought to himself as he flipped through the book. 

He figured it’d be a few things and some thoughts and ideas but nope. In his hands he held what had to be a written wikipedia of kinks, color coded in Green, Yellow, or Red, and with notes and ideas. He had a map of every kinky thought Bakugou ever had and what not to bring up period. Some of the kinks even made note of what made him do further research.

‘And he calls Midoriya a nerd for keeping his hero notes. Bakubabe wasn’t even sure if he’d ever use this stuff, and yet...oh that explains it.’ Kirishima laughed to himself as he saw a note in Size Kink.

[Mt.Lady X Kamui Woods? Dabi X Shigiraki? There was too much sexual tension between the two and goth boy had BDE.] 

“Oh my god he’s writing porn about the people who kidnapped him!” Kirishima was almost cackling now. “Whatever helps I guess.”

Kirishima hummed to himself as he flipped back to ‘B’ because of course Bakubabe kept his porn in alphabetical order. “Okay, so let's check on the stuff Mina sent...Bondage...Okay, Yellow. So there are some restrictions. Let’s see...Shit that slime incident was him?! Wait...no wonder he was flipping out so bad during the first year sports festival. Maybe I can get him to come to counseling with me again some time. Anyway, so boundaries will need set there big time if I even bring it up…to F...Face Fucking. That is a bright green highlighter.” 

Kirishima was back to laughing, especially when he read the notes.

[Dabi X Hawks. The twink is annoying.]

“How does he even get that pairing?” Kirishima wondered as he turned the page. 

He continued flipping through the book and eventually got up to grab his own paper and highlighters to make his own list since he had an encyclopedia at his disposal. 

~~~

“I didn’t know you wrote fanfiction too, Bakubabe.” Kirishima grinned from across the table at their next study session. 

Bakugou’s ears and cheeks flushed red. “Tell anyone, and you’re dead! That was not supposed to be the takeaway of lending you the book!” The blonde glared before looking away. “...So what was bugging you so much last time?”

Despite being the one to bring it up, Kirishima still flushed as he dug the notebook and a paper out of his bag and slid both to the grumpy blonde. “First, I ended up making my own list so you don’t have to guess either.” 

Bakugou raised an eyebrow, taking the offered list and scanning it. “Guess that makes us even then...Of course you’d be into that.” The blonde snickered.

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” Kirishima pouted. 

“Nothing, just that you turn into an overly excited puppy any time anyone praises you. Of course, you’d get off to it.” Bakugou smirked.

“Well I’m sorry I have self-esteem issues.” The redhead muttered, crossing his arms. 

Bakugou frowned now, setting the list down and reaching across the table hesitantly. “Hey...I was just teasing you. I wasn’t trying to kink shame.” He tried to assure in a rare moment of softness. “It was in my green. I’m completely okay with it.”

Kirishima pouted at him for a moment before sighing. “I know. Sorry for getting all emo.”

“Shut the hell up. You’re allowed to express emotion.” Bakugou glared before sitting back with the list. “So what was it the other day?”

“...Do you want the yellow or the green first?” Kirishima asked after a moment.

Bakugou raised an eyebrow. “I guess let’s start with the difficult one. What’s the yellow?”

“...Bondage.” 

Bakugou noticeably tensed and Kirishima winced. “Nevermind! We really don’t have to! I don’t wanna make you uncom-” 

“Shut up!” Bakugou glared as the redhead’s mouth snapped shut. “No pussyfooting, remember? I assume you read the notes?”

“Yeah...It was really unmanly to chain you up at the sport’s festival.” 

“Had nightmares for a fucking week. What was your idea, though?” 

“Just using a belt or something to fold your arms behind your back. Nothing extreme.” Kirishima shrugged. 

Bakugou nodded, thinking for a moment. “Belt is fine, but in front of me so I can still feel like I can grab you and stuff.”

Kirishima perked up in surprise. “Really, Bakubabe?” His smile returning a bit.

“It was in yellow for a reason. I’m not completely opposed, there’s just some limitations. No covering my hands either.” The blonde shrugged as though they were talking about the weather.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Bakubabe! ...I like watching the little explosions when you get overwhelmed.” Kirishima grins, rubbing the back of his neck.

Bakugou flushes once more. “Tch, whatever! What was the green?”

He almost regrets when Kirishima’s goofy grin turns devilish. “I didn’t actually know they made that bright of a green highlighter.”

“Shut the fuck up! What was it, Shitty Hair!” Bakugou snaps in embarrassment.

Kirishima shrugs. “Just face fuc-shit that really is green.” He grins wide eyed at how red Bakugou gets as his palms crackle.

“Shut up!” Bakugou huffs, ignoring his voice crack as he crosses his arms. “Yeah, that’s fine. Anything else?”

“I couldn’t find collar, but I’m guessing it was under a category. Is that okay? So I can pull your mouth onto my co-...Should I take that as a no orrrr?”

Bakugou’s eyes kind of fogged over even as he groaned. On the one hand, anything around his neck had freaked him out since the sludge incident, and even more so after Dabi hijacked him. On the other hand, that sounded really fucking hot. 

Eventually he speaks. “...Get the collar and I’ll try just wearing it for studying to see if it triggers anything. Okay?” 

Kirishima was back to looking concerned. “You sure? It’s not that important. I can just pull your hair instead?”

Bakugou swallowed, his palms sweatier than usual, but nodded. “Having things around my neck freaks me out even more after the training camp, but that also sounds really hot. I know hands around my neck is a hard red since even mentioning makes me want to blow something up, but we can try material.”

Kirishima nodded. “Is that why you wouldn’t let me clean the wound when I accidentally bit you too hard?”

The blonde just nods, before setting the kinky stuff aside and picking his pencil back up. “I didn’t want to end up attacking you for being nice. Now we have a test tomorrow and supplies to get. Your idea so I leave it up to you.”

 Kirishima was back to grinning once more as he grabbed his own pencil. “Right!”

~~~

“So I know the simple one was fine but how did you get such a fancy one? I thought I told you to stop spending so much on me?” Bakugou huffs to hide his embarrassment even if his red ears gave it away. 

In his hand he held an overly nice leather collar with red accents that could be mistaken for flowers but were obviously red gears like the ones on Kirishima’s hero costume. It had a place for a lock near the clasp, but no lock present just in case. As Bakugou examined the collar closer he realized that the front of the collar had ‘Bakubitch’ embroidered in a dark gray that shimmered in the light and was the only reason he saw it. 

“It actually all only cost me a sub meal.” Kirishima grinned, rubbing the back of his head. “Sorry if it’s too much. I was just happy you didn’t freak out with the cheap one and went a bit overboard.”

Bakugou scrunched his face in confusion. “How did you get something so fancy-?” His eyes widened as it clicked and he turned scarlet. “You did NOT! You asked, ponytail!”

“Heh, well you did say not to spend so much...She promises secrecy if it helps? Denki was actually who told me to ask her. Apparently she has a whole Etsy.” The redhead was avoiding eye contact as he reached for the collar. “We don’t have to use it if it’s too mu-”

Bakugou bared his teeth as he snatched it close. “Fuck that! I know she’ll keep quiet!”

Kirishima blinked at the blonde in surprise before he grinned again. “So you like it then?” 

“Fuck off! Are we doing this or not?!” The blonde was flushed down to his neck, but refused to break eye contact with his grinning redhead. 

Kirishima’s demeanor changed as he smirked. “Want me to put it on for you, Bakubabe?” 

Bakugou glared but looked down at the collar before handing it over and turning away. “Whatever.”

The redhead chuckled as he took the collar and stepped closer, reaching around the blonde, careful not to touch his neck with his hands after being bitten the first time as he secured the collar. “Glad you like it.” he hummed, placing a kiss on the back of the blonde’s flushed neck, feeling it heat up further. 

“Shut up.” The blonde muttered, definitely not pouting. 

Kirishima laughed, reaching back around to grab the ring at the front of the collar to turn Bakugou towards him and pull him close. “I don’t think you’re the one giving orders tonight, babe. How about you be a good boy and get on your knees for me, hmm?” 

Bakugou groaned, dropping to his knees before he fully processed what was happening. He hadn’t realized how much the scenario would actually affect him and the two looked at each other in mild shock at the blonde’s reaction. 

“I-” Bakugou tried to start.

“Shit that was hot.” Kirishima breathed out as he ran his free hand through the blonde’s hair, internally screaming as Bakugou absently leaned into the touch with a defiant glare. 

“Shut u-ah!” Bakugou snaps his mouth shut to stifle a noise when Kirishima lightly tugs. 

“Nope, no angry Pomeranian today. We’re putting that mouth to better use.” The red head smirks as he lets go of the ring and turns around. “So I have the belt too, but Momo added an extra gift that I wanna at least ask about.” He turned back around to show attached cuffs with an extra chain that obviously meant to attach to the ring of the collar. “Thoughts?”

Bakugou looked it over, obviously thinking before looking away and holding up his wrists. “My hands are free and I can grab so whatever.”

Kirishima’s grin was way too soft for the situation as he secured the clasps of the cuffs and attached the chain to the collar. A smirk took over his face when he tugged on the chain to make Bakugou look at him. “Remind me to thank her.”

Bakugou flushed but continued to glare. “Fuck you.”

“Pretty sure you already lost that match, Bakubabe.” Kirishima chuckled as he undid his pants. “Now come on. I’ll even let you get used to it if you be good.”

Bakugou glared but his eyes still trailed down the redhead to his cock and licked his lips absentmindedly. “Whatever, just come he- Dammit ponytail!”

He found the chain was long enough to rest his hands in his lap, and the connections were long enough to hold the redhead when getting railed, but he didn’t have enough distance to grab the other’s thighs to pull him closer. 

It seems Kirishima hadn’t realized this until just now either as he raised an eyebrow before his smirk deepened. “Oh. This still okay?”

Bakugou scowled, struggling a bit but when all he felt was annoyance rather than panic he just huffed, letting his mouth hang open and tongue hang out as he glared at his boyfriend in defiance despite the flush in his cheeks. 

“Words or actions, babe.” Kirishima sighed, not making any move until he was sure the blonde was okay. He smirked when he received a single snap for green before he moved into the blonde’s space. “Good boy.” 

He received an eye roll, but Kirishima had read that notebook cover to cover and knew Bakugou liked the praise even if he refused to verbally admit it. Having the info though allowed the redhead to pick up on the subtle incline of his chin and puff of his chest. 

The blonde was happy.

Kirishima chuckled as he took hold of the chain once more, causing the blonde’s arms to raise to his chest as he slipped his half hard cock in the blonde’s still waiting mouth. “How about you suck me to full hardness before I pound that pretty little throat of yours? How does that sound?”

Bakugou didn’t give any of his nonverbal sass, instead groaning around the cock in his mouth before hollowing his cheeks and getting to work, bobbing his head as best he could as he tongued at the underside. 

Kirishima groaned, winding his free hand into blonde stands and giving a light tug to get the same reaction as before. 

It didn't take long for Kirishima to reach full hardness and start thrusting lightly. "Kat…can I?" 

Bakugou met Kirishima's eyes as he relaxed his throat before giving a single snap to tell him to go for it. 

"Fuck, you're so hot, Kat." Kirishima groaned before tightening his hold on the chain and burying himself down the blonde's throat. 

A small choking sound was heard and it took all of Kirishima’s willpower to remain still as Bakugou swallowed around him to adjust. 

When he received another single snap he pulled out and thrust back in slowly a few times to make sure Bakugou figured out how to breathe around him. He glanced down to make sure his blonde was okay and was met with a look of defiance before the suction increased around his cock as though Bakugou was trying to swallow him completely. 

“Ahh~ Bakubabe!” Kirishima hissed as he retrieved his dick from the vacuum that was Bakugou’s mouth. “I’m supposed to be in charge today.” The redhead pouted.

“Then act like!” Bakugou smirked despite coughing a little.

A red eyebrow was raised at the sass as he leaned down to eye level with Bakugou. “Behave otherwise I’ll stop playing nice.” 

He should’ve known what was coming by the look in those red eyes even before Bakugou grabbed tanned shoulders to whisper in his ear. “Make me.”

It was cliché. It really was, but god if it didn’t spark something in the red head as he once again grabbed blonde locks and silver chain with a snarl. “I warned you, Bakubitch.”

Bakugou was still smirking, having gotten the reaction he wanted. “Like you’re gonna do anything- Ah~”

Another tug to his hair had him opening his mouth in surprise before his mouth was once again full of cock and he was being dragged forward by the chain into black pubes and chiseled stomach. 

“Keep that throat nice and open, Bakubitch. Wouldn’t wanna choke on it would you?” Kirishima smirks, pulling back and thrusting in to get the desired reaction.

Bakugou hums around the cock in his mouth, letting his jaw and throat go slack once more, snapping once for the redhead to get a move on.

Kirishima doesn’t hesitate this time, pulling almost all the way out to slam back in, setting a fast pace right out the gate and letting out a moan of his own at the sounds Bakugou makes that vibrate up his cock.

“Fuck, Bakubabe. So hot. So tight. Shit you take my cock so well.” Kirishima rambles, looking down at the blonde and groaning at the sight.

Bakugou’s red eyes were glassy with unshed tears while more escaped the corners as he struggled to find chances to breathe. Glancing down further showed the blonde’s chin covered in drool from continuously trying to get his tongue involved as he allowed his throat to be abused, any noises he made being turned into vibrations to further tease the redhead’s cock. His hands were clutching at the chain like he normally would the sheets, and his own cock sat heavy on his lap.

“God, look at you, Bakubitch. So pretty choking on my cock.” Kirishima cooed, removing his hand from blonde locks to wipe away the tears escaping down flushed cheeks. His heart swelled when the blonde tried to instinctively lean into the touch only to growl low in his throat when the chain prevented it. “My pretty, Katsuki.” 

He laughs when he receives a middle finger for the praise. He smirks as he pulls the chain up until he can pull Bakugou’s hands up by the cuffs to feel his own throat. “Can you feel that, Kat. Feel me fucking deep into your throat. You can’t even moan around my cock your throat is so full, but fuck if the attempts don’t feel good.”

A brief moment of panic flashes in Bakugou’s eyes before he remembers it’s his own hand and groans around the redhead’s cock as he tries to swallow but can’t. He manages to get ahold of Kirishima’s hand from this angle and tries to drag it back up to his hair. 

“Cute.” Kirishima smirks, pulling at the locks roughly and groaning when red eyes roll back slightly, and he feels the blonde rutting against leg. “Oh shame on me, you’re being such a good boy, sucking my cock so well, and I’ve been completely ignoring yours? Spread ‘em, Babe.”

Bakugou would’ve groaned, but couldn’t and just did as he was told, a sound managing to escape when he suddenly had some kind of friction via the leg positioned between his. He wants to get off against it, he really does, but damn his last ounce of pride still clinging on for dear life. 

That pride didn’t stand a chance when Kirishima got ahold of the chain once more and used it and his hair to pull him on and off his cock like he was nothing more than a cock sleeve. Drool was running down the blonde’s chin and neck, and he couldn’t moan if he tried as his throat and face was stuffed. His hips started moving on his own as he rutted against the redhead’s muscular leg and god damn if that didn’t get him closer to the edge. 

To think, just a few months before he had been giving the redhead shit for getting distracted by his.  

‘He could definitely crush my head with those thighs.’ Bakugou thought before choking out a moan when his already ragged breathing pattern was disrupted by Kirishima’s thrusts becoming erratic. 

“God, you’re so tight, Kat. I’m so close, babe.” Kirishima groaned from above him as he brutally fucked the blonde’s throat with abandon. 

Bakugou’s face flushed dark as he struggled to find a rhythm, but he really couldn’t be bothered to care as he chased his own release. ‘Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!’ 

Bakugou swallowed around the redhead’s cock and was rewarded with only a roar and a hard tug to his hair before Kirishima was spilling down his throat. The blonde choked a little, but didn’t let a single drop escape as he groaned around the redhead, lapping at his cock once the chain was no longer being pulled tight. 

Kirishima groaned at the feeling, riding out his orgasm and giving a few final half-hearted thrust before pulling out, panting as he used Bakugou for support. 

A desperate noise that was probably supposed to be intimidating brought him back from his post-orgasm haze as he looked down to see Bakugou desperately rutting against his leg in an attempt to get off, but getting nowhere. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, Baby.” Kirishima winced, dropping down to his own knees while gathering some of the drool covering the blonde’s mouth to give him a literal hand. 

It couldn’t have been more than a handful of strokes before Bakugou was spilling over the Kirishima’s hand and making a mess of the cuffs as a choked noise left him. He slumps against his redhead boyfriend as he’s stroked through his high before weakly nudging him when it’s too much. 

Kirishima chuckles, gathering the equally beefy blonde into his arms so he’s monkeyed around his chest before petting down his back. 

“How you feel, Bakubabe?” He eventually hums, having moved them to lean against the bed.

A raspy noise is heard behind him before some throat clearing and another weak noise. Kirishima could feel the embarrassed heat coming from the blonde as he tried to answer. “Fine.”

“What was that, Babe?” Kirishima smirked.

“I’m fine, Shitty Hair!” Bakugou rasps, flushing darker at how wrecked he sounds. “Fuck.”

“Shit, you sound so hot, Kat~” Kirishima hums, snuggling closer when the totally not pouting blonde tries to escape.

“Fuck off!” Bakugou tries to snarl.

Kirishima chuckles, petting through blonde locks and eventually Bakugou goes back to being slumped against his boyfriend. “Better?”

“Fuck you.”

“Love you, too.” Kirishima grins, kissing along the blonde’s neck and shoulder.

He felt heat rise in the blonde’s neck once more, but still received a small huff. “Love you too, idiot. Now get on the bed. I know these floors aren’t comfortable, but I’m not done cuddling you.”

Kirishima laughs as he gets up before falling back on the bed with Bakugou on his chest. “Anything for you, Bakubabe. Anything for you.”

[mrs-galaxy-m]

Climbing emotions

Izuku has a quirk that jeopardizes his health

It's one where it can wake up with a cold or on the worst days he needs to stay inside the nurse's office for the night, needing to be watched if anything goes south and add a shit ton of pain to it on those bad days, luckily with really strong quirk suppressants and the fact technology was so advanced the quirk only did minimum damage to him

He had to sadly give up on his dream of being a hero, god knows what he might break from running but instead, he applied for the support class

And that's where the three met in UA, Bakugou and kirishima needed gear, and the moment a small green hair omega took their pieces of equipment from their hands with so much care they couldn't help but always go to the green-hair omega

The two fell in love with his giggles and mutters, with how no matter how much he concentrated he was still clumsy enough to mess up a bit

But it just made them fall in love with the omega much more, ignoring the fact izuku needed an IV and had to take his meds every so often, sometimes his body was too weak to walk but they had a blast as kirishima pushed the wheelchair as they caught a whiff of fresh air outside the school campus

They won't lie–they may have heavily practiced and trained to wear their gear much faster and although the omega would puff his cheeks out and whine at the alphas he happily fixed it like new

Then small meetings turned into lunch hangouts, into dorm sleepovers, into /courting/

Well, they never call it courting, just wanting to gift him constantly–

Then into love, but no mates and no pack, not yet..more like the alphas haven't discussed them having a crush on izuku even

It was their last year and Aizawa agreed for the alphas to let the omega stay in their dorm without heavy supervision from him

After all, you can't leave two teenage alphas with an omega alone but he has seen just how much they love izuku to just make it all go to waste for some horny pheromones.

The alphas barely smelled like themselves when izuku was visiting, that's how many patches and precautions they were taking 

The black hair also knew of izuku's troublesome quirk and made sure no idiots would cause too much of a ruckus which the omega chirped when he saw how thoughtful Aizawa was being earning a huff from the head alpha

Also, a top-of-the-class support student visited their dorm which meant no queue as they wanted their gear done so he had to be blocked by the others

The two alphas would've reeked of nervous pheromones if it wasn't for them being on top of their game as always

But you can't be on top with things like love, it was all izuku's decision in the end, if he wanted to be something more than an omega they courted in high school, plus, the three had great success for their future

The omega tilted his head at the alpha's nervousness, he couldn't smell anything (which annoyed him a bit) but the two were extremely careful

“Ah–fuck..” bakugo whispered as kirishima patted his back Izuku bit his lips

Was everything alright?

“Okay–so..mido-izuku” kirishima stuttered, forgetting they've known each other for more than enough that they don't call each other by their full-on last names but by their nicknames

“We–..alphas..you–uh..omega–” “Huh-”

Before izuku could ask bakugo smacked the back of Kirishima's head “Shitty hair! What the fuck was that?! Sounding like a fucking caveman!” the blond hissed “Ohh yeah because you can say it better!” “Yes I can!” bakugo spat “Do it!”

Kirishima huffed and bakugo froze

“Are..you guys okay?” izuku asked as he got his walking stick out and stood up at his own pace, knowing the omega liked doing things like these for himself from time to time, not that he minded having two alphas fawn over him, telling him how his books are sooo heavy and that he needed to be spoiled

But it was more of their alpha said wanting to spoil the omega than trying to babysit him

“Y-yeah!” “Always!” Both alphas say quickly say and izuku covers his mouth to hide his laugh

“You guys..what are you hiding? Is it another all might plush?!” the omega chips as he looks around trying to find any suspicious-looking package with his name on it

“Well..we won't hide it we do have gifts..” “Oh!” “But–they mean something more than courting–I mean gifting..” bakugo finishes for kirishima and before izuku could react the alphas got on their knees

“Please be our mate!” they say in unison as if they've planned this for a while

Izuku covered his mouth as he took a few steps back until he sat back in his wheelchair in shock “I–” izuku’s lips trembled, having to cover his mouth as he started coughing, the excitement getting the best of him 

But the alphas couldn't smell an ounce of regret but instead /super/ happy omega pheromones that even made their alphas huff and chuff, worried about the sudden fit of strained coughs

"I'm-I'm fine" izuku coughs out as he goes into his bag to take out a pill and water and drank it

“Is..is that a yes?” kirishima asks cheekily as both give him puppy eyes “I–of course! Yes!” izuku sobbed out as he hastily threw the items inside his bag and had his bandaged arms opened wide for the two alphas to hug him.

Which they instantly did–even pushed each other slightly to hug their omega with so much care

“My alpha is so happy right now” bakugo said with a muffle as he hugged izuku “M-mhm! I love you izu!” kirishima rubbed his cheek against izuku’s and the omega let out happy purrs

“Guys–”

“WOOHOO” the door slammed open by mina “How–” Bakugo couldn't even finish speaking as a few other classmates entered and cheered for them

It started with bakugo ordering them all to go back to their rooms but it ended with a big sleepover, no wonder Aizawa allowed them alone without a checkup since they technically can't do anything with 4 other students here

With the bags for everything, izuku would need in any complication at arm's length and their small pack huddling around him, scenting and purring, of course, the two alphas protectively stayed near the omega, nibbling on his cheek from time to time to hear his happy chirps

* *

“Izu?” The omega flinched as a rough hand caresses his pale face “Y-yes ei?” Izuku asks, eyebrows furrowing when the two alphas looked at him with concern

“What?” The green hair asked “Your..your answer” kirishima spoke softly “My..huh? Oh! Yeah, I would like some sweet potatoes–”

Bakugo chuckles as he moves one of the izukus curls out of his face “No baby, our question about ochako, do you want her to join our pack?”

TBC

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[anxietywithasideofexplosions]

giving kirishima my impulsive thoughts because I can

bakugou walks into kirishima's room one day to find kiri surrounded by shirts missing their sleeves. he's currently holding a half cut one and a pair of scissors and freezes when bakugou enters. bakugou just sighs and takes the scissors.

anyway

[sunkingwrites]

Denki: "frozen cum,, a cocksicle."

Kirishima: "Denki no."

Denki: "But it's a refreshing summer treat!"

Kirishima: ...

Denki: ....

Kirishima: "Okay fine. Bakugou, come 'ere"

[ghostdoctor]

Kirishima and bakugou participate in celebrity wrestling matches with other famous pro heros (picture the Logan Paul boxing matches but wrestling)

[ialiwbyb]

Prologue ⇢ ˗ˏˋ The Tokyo Museum of Fallen Heros; a memorial exhibit. ࿐ྂ

❜ ─ the bittersweet future series by ialiwbyb ─ ❛

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Fandom: My Hero Academia

word count: 2,033

c/w: <Spoiler for chapter 362, canon and non canon death mentioned throughout, decades post-canon, gn!reader with a name, self-harm and substance abuse mentioned, missing persons mentioned, heroes, angst with a bittersweet ending, hero memorial museum setting, battles mentioned but not specified, UA student!reader.>

  (reader/original character pov)

You had been looking forward to this trip for months now, it was promised to you at the beginning of your high school career. One of the many perks of being a third year were the many trips your class was eligible for, there was also the autonomy of internship programs but also the freedom in your curriculum. You were now a third-year student at UA high school enrolled in the pro hero class, a prestigious school for heroes in training made famous by its many accomplished and powerful alumni. The trip you looked forward to most was taking today, the day trip to the memorial museum of pro heroes who have lost their lives, highlighting those who died in action and shaped the world or country in some manner.

It was all so glorious in the brochures you have hoarded your entire life, it didn’t disappoint in person: the building was made of white polished marble- made in the likeness to the Parthenon and located in the center of the largest and most grand park in the middle of Tokyo. The entire area was erected after the war against All For One and the League of Villains was won by the heroes of Japan. While you were born several years after the accident, you were all too well acquainted with it. It was a great tragedy that still scars the world, those who lived through it still pass on the stories every day. It was what ultimately inspired you and many of your classmates to become heroes, to not only honor the heroes who fought in the past but to continue their legacies and protect as they did. 

As you walked the halls of the monument the holograms of the hero’s past only remind you of what inspired you so despite only took a bit of time to glance over the text’s beneath the people you passed as you were rushed to get to one specific exhibit. You came for one area only, the one located in the back wing of the large structure dedicated to a small group of heroes in particular. It was guarded by tall mahogany doors covered by a detailed gold design replicating vines and protected by security on either side, you gained access by following your very pink dance teacher Ms. Ashido. She took you along with a small group of her most trusted students into the well-protected memorial with her, as she had promised you all several times in your collective time with the vibrant teacher.

There was a plaque erected in the center of the room, just before a line of holograms, Ms. Ashido walked a seemingly familiar path to read it out loud to your puny group who took their seats one by one on the stone benches that lined circles the memorials. Her voice was normal loud and cheery filled with nothing but enthusiasm (which matched her colorful exterior), but that changed when she read, Ashido’s tone morphed to be hushed spilling out a hidden sadness:

“ To most, explosions cause a fear reaction. Depending on the type of person you are, you would either run from the sound or try and cease it with too many well-practiced methods. But to a tiny group of people, their first instinct when they hear the booms of a destructive blast they stand still and marinade in nostalgia mixed with grief and so many other primarily negative emotions. For them, the eruptions remind them of a particular hero in training who lost his life in action before he even became a full-fledged hero- hell, before he even turned 18. Katsuki Bakugou’s death shook not only Japan but also the world. It fueled the heroes and heroes in training who knew him best to not only finish his battle but win the war. You must believe that he got the justice that he would have wanted.

In the wake of Dynamite’s death, new laws were established to halt the government’s abuse of heroes and those who aspire to be heroes as well as the harsh limitations on quirks. The age at which those can start their internship and get their hero age has risen, and the use of students in battles has greatly decreased.

‘ Katsuki Bakugou aka Dynamite was posthumously given his hero’s license and several awards. He was the first to be memorialized in this room alongside his closest allies. He is located in the center of the line-up. ‘

When it was all set and done and the fighting was over, those who knew the blonde best weren’t satiated by the fact that they had gotten justice for him. There will always be a void left behind by the hot head, especially for those who were closest to him. Some like Momo Yaoyorozu chose to change their career path, others buried the pain away and focused on becoming someone he would have been proud of. However not everyone was able to cope correctly, some of those from his inner circle were unable to truly recover. 

The only surviving members of “the bakusquad” as they call it are Mina Ashido aka the hero Pinky and Kyouka Jirou aka the Hearing Hero: Earphone Jack, both of whom were pro heroes full-time before becoming teachers at UA high school for training those who aspire to become heroes or those who wish to have a career alongside hero work. Pinky teaches dance as well as the third-year homeroom for one of the support classes, she retired to focus more time on her family and friends as well as pass on the knowledge she acquired in her well-seasoned career as a pro hero in various countries including her long stint in Canada. Earphone Jack was a rescue hero before getting wounded so far that she lost their arm, which drove them to turn to teach the rescue classes and music classes at UA.

Eijiro Kirishima aka the Sturdy Hero: Red Riot, located to the right of Dynamite, died in a natural disaster while working as a support hero in Puerto Rico on the anniversary of his friend/partner’s passing. It is estimated that Red had saved several hundred lives on his last day on earth by using his quirk hardening to protect an escape route from flying debris. He was slowly overwhelmed until he was washed away by a flash flood, later his body was found. It is thought he died from lightning striking the water beside where he struggled against the current. Multiple statutes and other memorials were erected in his honor on the island post his pasting. Red Riot was looked up to for many reasons, between being an icon for those without flashy quirks and his advocation for the LGBTQIA+ community which as a pansexual man he was a part of. He often spoke of Katsuki Bakugou and was regarded as the one closest to him as he spoke of the man fondly. After both of their passing, it was brought to light by their surviving friends and family that they were in fact lovers hence why their holograms often can be found holding hands. Even after his death, Red Riot and his love Dynamite are seen as the most iconic role models for the LGBTQIA+ community in Japan.

the Stun Gun Hero: Chargebolt, also known as Denki Kaminari stands to the left of Dynamite beside his partner Hitoshi Shinsou both of whom have been declared missing with no leads on location although theorized they either passed away undercover or left the country. Both heroes worked for the same agency which specialized in complex undercover work, which is common knowledge to be both dangerous and time-consuming. Although much of their work is unpublished and unrecognized it is known that both have saved many lives during their days at UA and their adult careers undercover. They have earned the memorial in this museum, despite the lack of knowledge of their accomplishments as a whole and the possibility of being alive.

Hanta Sero aka the tape hero Cellophane (placed next to Red Riot)  was a talented and well-known hero, both for his compassion but also humor, and talent. He never failed to make someone feel safe, his smile was always soothing. This was why it was a shock to the world when it was announced that the hero had taken his own life only weeks after Chargebolt and Shinsou were officially named missing and their memorials were erected. After his death, it was revealed that Cellophane struggled with self-harm and addictions to different substances, something he was plagued by for years. From his journals, we learned that he was recovering from self-harm and the most dangerous drugs but was pushed back to it by losing his best friend Kaminari. Many have tried to claim that Cellophane does not belong to be memorialized, but many more including the board of hero’s union disagree with this notion. Hanta Sero is theorized to have directly saved thousands of lives over his career, many others were saved by the awareness raised by his tragic end. The only person he was truly unable to save was himself.  He is survived by his partner Mina Ashido who was previously mentioned.

In their shared time on Earth, this group was all close to each other in some way. Hence why they stand together here, as we are sure they stand together in death as they did in life. These five represent the many UA Students who fought in the battles against the League of Villains during their time in school. 

The rest of the heroes the line the walls are other pros that are known to have died in the war against All For One, Their names can be found on their designated plaques. This room is dedicated to those who fought against the LoV. “

Mixed reactions overtook those in the room, all of sadness and admiration for those who had a permanent place in this legendary room. Ms.Ashido was making eye contact with the hologram of Cellophane whose electronic expression was one of admiration and love as if he truly saw Ashido the entire row of perished heroes was looking at the teacher with a similar expression- it was nearly freaky. If you didn’t know better, you would have thought the spirits of these iconic men were possessing their moving holographic doubles. Her students admired the melancholic moment between their teacher and the replicas of her friends before scattering around the room at the flick of her wrist signaling the rest of the circular room.

Before you had the time to look at Midnight’s flirtatious hologram, Pinky pulled you to her side with a smile. “You see that man right there,” she pointed towards the tape hero. “That’s your old man- he would have adored you, baby… And that strawberry-brained man right there is who you are named after Eijiro.” Your teacher and not previously mentioned mother kissed your head, holding you against her side as she admired the memorials of her friends and family of sorts who were now gone.

“Is it weird that I miss them, Ma?” You asked, looking at the men instead of your mother. It was as if they were all looking at you, smiles and wide eyes took over their pixelated faces. “I never got the chance to know any of them after all, but it still feels like- like I know them so well.”

“Doesn’t matter how long they’ve been gone or how well you knew them, angel. They will always be your family, and they’re spirits better know that. It is always ok to miss your family never forget that,” your mother reassured. She left you to have a moment alone (and totally not to raid the gift store) with the representations of your past away family members, despite the lack of shared DNA among most of you, you would always consider them members of your broken up family despite never knowing them while they lived. The stories you’ve been told of their lives drive you to be strong every day, not just for you but for them. That was your true memorial to these great heroes.

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The Family

Ship: Kirishima Eijirou/Amajiki Tamaki

Summary: Some civilians come up to Eijirou and Tamaki while theyre on their way to their picnic date because they recognize them from the Shie Hassaikai mission. Eijirou is happy to talk to them, but seems a little gloomy. Tamaki asks about it and gets a look into Eijriou’s past that he didn’t expect. 

Word Count: 2.7k

Requested By: n/a

Warnings/Tags: canon compliant, yakuza, kirishima’s backstory, Kirishima’s family is mentioned, kirishima’s family isn’t the greatest people, Alternate Universe - Mafia, Mafia AU  Sort of, but not really, post shie hassaikai arc, kirishima eijirou needs a hug, insecure kirishima eijirou, protective amajiki tamaki, anxious amajiki tamaki, amajiki tamaki is a good friend, light angst, coming clean, mainly cannon compliant, alternate universe - yakuza, there’s the tag i was looking for, yakuza, backstory

Author’s Note: So, i saw someone say something about Eiji possibly being from a Yakuza background a while back, and when i was rewatching the Shie Hassaikai arc i realized that is totally fits. So i wrote it. This is completely impulsive and self indulgent but when i asked Emma to talk me out of it she encouraged it instead so…..

Also sorry for the late post, i didn't notice i forgot yesterday until i saw the missed event on my calendar this morning.

If you guys are feeling a part two lmk cause i'm seriously considering it.

Ao3

He’d thought it was done with when the mission was over. Don’t get him wrong, he was happy with how it turned out, Overhaul needed to be stopped and Eri needed to be saved. Plus those quirk bullets were insane and shouldn’t be allowed into circulation. But stuff involving organized crime always hits a little close to home for Eijirou.

He didn’t mean to react that way when the two civilians came up to him. He was actually really thankful for their gratitude and a little stoked that they noticed him. Especially since he was still a first year student, and in no way a well known hero. However, there was a bitter taste in being known for taking down an organization so similar to the one he knew. 

So even though it made him feel down he talked to them, accepting their compliments. Lord knows Tamaki wasn’t about to do so without his help, though he was getting better about those things it’s still okay to not want to talk to strangers.  

“Oh wow! Thanks! I didn’t really think anyone noticed me, I mean i’m not really well known,” He rubbed the back of his neck, a grin on his face. 

“You don’t have to be well known to be totally cool! Your name’s Red Riot, right? And you’re Suneater? If it’s not too much of a bother, can we have a picture?” The civilian asked, looking over at Tamaki where he had hidden himself partially behind Eijirou. 

He turned to his boyfriend and studied his face closely. He knew he was sometimes uncomfortable in situations like this, so he thought it best to check. He turned to talk softly into Tamaki’s ear, “Is that okay, babe? Are you cool with taking a photo?”

Tamaki blushed, as he always did at the pet name. Eijirou had made sure it was okay to call him that in public, but he still does it sparingly because he respects Tamaki’s shyness. Despite the redness on his cheeks he nodded and moved out from behind Eijirou, though he stayed pressed close to his side. 

“Awesome!” The other civilian said, and handed over their phone. They took one each with the two heroes, before taking the phone back and taking one larger photo. It took a second to get Tamaki to smile, but it was worth it. So goddamn adorable. 

Once they had their pictures they thanked the heroes politely and left. That’s when Eijirou let his smile drop, but only a little. He was a little cheery from seeing Tamaki do something like that. He was proud. 

“Eijirou?” He looked up at the taller boy and his mood was immediately downcast when he noticed the worry in his eyes. “You didn’t have to do that if you didn’t want to, you know. I know you’re usually friendly to everyone, but when you’re not feeling like it it’s okay to say no.” Tamaki spoke softly. 

Eijirou smiled sadly, “It isn’t that Tamaki, I did want to take that picture with them.”

The taller boys' brows furrowed, “Then what is it?”

“It’s not really important. And I don't want to ruin our date by thinking about it.” He slipped his hand into Tamaki’s and interlocked their fingers. “Let’s go over there and set up our stuff, yeah?”

He didn’t wait for a response before pulling Tamaki over to a clear spot a little ways away from the rest of the people in the park, in the shade of a tree. He let go of his hand only to set down the basket and lay out their blanket. He sat down against the tree and beckoned Tamaki to come lean against him while he retrieved some sodas from their basket. 

“You know you can tell me anything right,” Tamaki wouldn’t meet his eyes, but that’s how Eijirou knew he meant it. 

The last thing Eijirou wanted to do was lie to Tamaki, or intentionally keep a secret. So he made sure to look his boyfriend in the eyes and tell him exactly what he was thinking. “You might not like it, as a hero.”

Tamaki seemed to ruminate on this for a moment before deciding, “It doesn’t matter, if it’s what’s bothering you I want to be there for you.”

Kirishima wasn’t going to keep this from him, especially when he more than anyone deserved to know. 

“I was born into a fairly well known family, but not in the way you would think.” He launched into his story.

“We weren’t famous because we were rich, though we did live comfortably. We were famous because we were dangerous. 

“When I was a kid I didn't know any better, because I'd never known another way of life. I grew up thinking I would be just like everyone else I knew with tattoos on my skin and a gun at my hip. 

“I came from a family higherup in the Yakuza sect where I lived in Chiba. Don’t get it mixed up, we were not the boss’s family. Well not really. He was a second cousin I think. I was the oldest kid in my family, so it was my job to try and climb up in the ranks. 

“I was supposed to do pretty much whatever I was told without question. I didn’t really think anything was wrong with it. I was loyal to my family. I loved them alot and I still do. But over the years they went farther and farther. 

“It used to be simple things, being around as a kid so things wouldn’t get so bloody. It didn’t always work, but the presence of a child always weighs on a conscience. Eventually I was sent out to make deals with local gangs when I got a little older, so that the members of the small-time gangs wouldn’t feel trapped like they would if one of the older higher ups came around. 

“Really my job was to make friends. And I was okay with it. When I got into middle school and actually went to school with other people and kids my age, I started to learn that that isn’t how it is. Those kids didn’t start working immediately like that, and they most certainly didn’t commit crimes. 

“I really need to emphasize that I never knew anything outside of the Yakuza then. I was a Brother. And that’s what I would always be. I was taught that heroes were celebrities who didn’t do anything but hinder business, and lock up family. 

“I didn’t learn that heroes were there to help until I was a good chunk into middle school. At that point they started to trust me more. I’d been in the business my whole life, and 13 years is an accomplishment if you didn’t grow up in  The Family. 

“So one day, I was talking to some local gang leader. A high schooler not much older than me. I’d been told it was an alliance we were trying to make, hopefully keep the younger ones out of trouble and out of enemy territory. And it would be an added bonus to have the extra man power along with keeping them in check. This time, instead of just befriending him and being a messenger, you know giving times and locations for meetings, I was told to come with. 

“I didn’t think much of it at the time, I seriously thought it was just because I was older now and I had earned their trust. And that was part of it, but not all of it. It was also a loyalty test, to see what I would do given more information. 

“So I brought the guy to the meeting place and wasn’t too surprised to see my boss. Not the boss, just the guy who was in charge of me and some of the other younger ones. However instead of peacefully brokering an alliance, my boss pulled out a gun. Surrender or die, simple as that. 

“The guy didn’t choose to surrender. Before that day I had never worried about what happened to the people I brought in. But after all I could think about was the possibility that they had killed more of them. How many people had they killed? How many people had I killed. After all it was my fault, I was the one that brought them there.”

Eijirou had focused his gaze on a spot on the blanket between him and Tamaki. He couldn’t look him in the face for that last bit. He was too ashamed of himself. But now that he had said that he looked the other boy in the eyes.

He was surprised to see a look he had never seen before. He had been fearing seeing disgust on his face, but not being able to tell was much worse. He opened his mouth to speak again only to be interrupted by Tamaki. 

“You didn’t kill anyone.” His indigo gaze was hard set and stubborn as he looked Eirjiou in the eyes. “None of that was your fault.”

Eijirou had never seen Tamaki so fierce and protective. He knew what he was capable of, that was for sure. He’d seen him in action, and seen the look in his eyes when he’s doing hero work and saving people. But this was not even close. He looked almost angry. Eijirou looked down again, but Tamaki cupped his cheek with his palm and made sure he looked him in the eyes. 

“You didn’t kill anyone,” He said more firmly this time. “Would you blame Eri for all of the people the Hassaiki shot with those bullets?” 

Eijirou’s eyes widened, “Of course not! She was just a kid, and Overhaul was using her. She didn’t have any means of escape-” he sputtered before realizing what he was saying with a sigh. That’s when he knew that the anger in Tamaki’s gaze wasn’t towards him. 

Tamaki smiled, but the hard look didn’t go away. “None of that is your fault, it’s only a product of your circumstances.”

Eijirou took a deep breath, knowing that Tamaki was right. He had to finish though, or he would be too much of a coward to do it later. “Can I keep talking? There's a little more…”

Tamaki took Eijirou’s hand and squeezed it tight. 

This time Eijirou didn’t look away from his eyes. 

“Even though there was a lot going on in my mind, I knew better than to show it. Even if the Yakuza is all about loyalty, and heart, and guts. About Integrity, no one ever showed their true feelings. They believed it made them weak. They used me for that exact reason, I knew how to blend in. So that’s exactly what I did. I pretended that none of it bothered me, beyond some initial surprise. I stayed there and awaited my next orders, only this time I knew I wouldn’t follow through. 

“I didn’t go home right away that night. I walked around and thought things through. I left territory so no one would bother me, and hung out in some out of the way cafe. I knew  The Family would still want to use me. Yakuza isn’t something you just leave. I knew that very well, and I had heard of what happened to those that did. 

“So I laid low for a little bit. I told my family that I was struggling with school a little bit and if I wanted to stay at the top of the scores I should lay off work for a while. As much as they didn’t like the idea of me stopping, they figured me staying at the top of the class was better. At least it showed that I was smart and had some sense. I made some friends at school, and discovered Crimson Riot: The Chivalrous Hero. 

“It’s obvious I liked him for his ideals. He was all about bravery and chivalry. Guts, and integrity. Manliness. A Lot like The Family. Except he did it right. He didn’t kill people. He didn’t claim territory for himself, and he didn’t force children to do his bidding. I immediately looked up to him. 

“I played nice for a while, but when my family tried to get me to work again I refused. I told them that it wasn’t manly and that I wouldn't do it. The fact that I was about 13 didn’t help though, they thought I was just going through a rebellious phase. They let me just go through school and hoped it would pass. 

“After that incident with the gang leader I decided I would do everything I could to keep people from getting hurt. I used to try and chase down bullies, even though I wasn't very strong and my quirk could barely harden my skin back then. One of the girls in my class ended up chasing off most of the bullies anyway after I failed. 

“One day after school in my third year I was walking around town, avoiding going home when this villain cornered two girls from my school. I wanted so badly to help them, to run over and tell the villain to fuck off. But I couldn't. The second time I tried to, I froze. But the same girl, the one would get rid of the bullies, didn’t freeze. She jumped in and saved those girls. 

“She inspired me so much. I went home that day, and when my parents handed me an application for some high school they wanted me to go to and told me I'd be getting the tattoos I told them no. I said I would absolutely not be getting those tattoos, because I wasn't going to be a killer like the rest of them. 

“They tried over and over again for the next few weeks. But I had decided against it and I wasn't going to change my mind. I had been training a little bit since I needed to know how to protect myself a little bit in that line of business, but I upped it a lot during those last weeks of middle school. I told myself that I wasn't going to be weak. I wasn’t going to freeze. And I was going to be brave like that girl. 

“One of my friends told me a couple days after the incident with the villain that that girl was going to apply for U.A. and that they thought she would get it. Applying for U.A. hadn’t crossed my mind until then, since I never really thought about heroes in any other context than ‘i want to be like crimson riot because he’s not a murderer.’

“So I worked hard and got into U.A. My parents kicked me out then, once they found out I got in. So I went to live with that girl for a while, before the dorms were opened. 

“The reason I was a little gloomy when those people came up to us congratulating us on taking down the Shie Hassaikai was because the Hassaikai was very similar to The Family. And a lot of their Brothers reminded me of some people I knew. I feel bad for feeling guilty about it, but the Yakuza will always leave a bitter taste in my mouth. 

“The good thing is that I got to where I am now, and that I am not a murderer like the rest of The Family.” Eijirou finished, but before he could catch his breath Tamaki’s lips were on his. 

The kiss burned hot and fast, and before he knew it Tamaki was pulling away and looking him in the eyes. “I would never think of you differently because of this. You are Red Riot, and you are Manly, and you save lives. And I would never stop loving you just because of what happened when you were a kid.”

Eijirou didn’t notice he had tears welling up until Tamaki wiped them away as they fell. “You love me?” He sniffed. 

Tamaki blushed, “I-” 

“I love you too.” Eijirou smiled, and pressed their lips back together. This time the kiss was slower, but not devoid of feeling. By the time they came up for air their sodas would be flat, and their lips swollen. But they would still be happy, because they were in love, and they would be through anything the world threw at them.