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“Um…” big brown eyes stared up at him as the girl Bakugou had just caught from falling turned towards him

“My mom say it is only temporary. So, you’ll probably be fine.” That’s what the kid said after looking him up and down. Bakugous sour expression had the young girl grin and nod to herself, “Yupp. If it’s you, I’m certain you’ll be fine. Thank you Mr!“ Then she was off, running towards what he supposed was her family a little ways away. Nothing happened after that besides him finding a weird black circle below his bellybutton, so he had brushed it off as nothing and went on with his life.

He’d felt completely fine for the next few days, and then he had felt a sudden longing for something he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was. Work was going fine until it suddenly was not. His body trembling in need of something he didn’t know, and he kept finding himself staring at his friends and colleagues and even random people he met in the streets from time to time, at the worst he sometimes eyed the villains he caught and the feeling in his gut had him bite his lip as the urge for the thing kept disrupting him. It had grown worse by the day and didn’t go away however much he tried to distract himself.

When he went to the bathhouse one day, he found his mind hazing over as his eyes wandered. His body turned hot, and his insides and crotch twitched as he found himself wanting that something immensely. To do something, to be filled by something. He wanted someone to fill him.

He quickly escaped after, not sure what to think about the idea his mind had spurred. It felt wrong. His body and mind kept yelling at him as he dressed, the men around walking around in the nude showing of exactly what his mind screamed at him for. “Dick”

Sprinting home the blonde slammed the door shut as his brain kept making weird images, and his body kept burning like he was on fire. Everything felt hazy and wet, and he barely registered how his hands clawed at his clothes to get them off and his hips kept thrusting into the air as he crawled further into the apartment.

“Katsuki? Welcome home bro! I got here a bit early, but thanks for letting me stay for a few days, as always.” Stepping out of the guestroom Kirishima Eijiro beamed. Smiling wide until he saw the other curled up by the entrance.

“H-hey! You ok there?! Kats?” The redhead rushed over, kneeling beside his friend “What’s-?”

Hands gripped shirt and their lips were crushed together as Bakugou could no longer think. He couldn’t breathe properly and every time he moved he felt his underwear tighten, wet patches forming as his ass and insides twitched in need “Ei-Eiji… help”

“Katsuki! What do you need?! I’ll help however I can. Hey- Breathe, come on, in out, in out.” Even as he said it Bakugou panted and heaved for air against his chest, shivering and spasming in the redheads arms as his mind wouldn’t listen anymore.

“Fuck me” The demand sounded like a plea in his ears, so weak and pathetic. He’d never made that kind of sound before; it was scaring him. He didn’t feel like himself anymore and the longing inside had taken over. Kirishima would be fine. He wanted to help. He’d always wanted Kirishima to be fine with it. Them doing more than what friends would do, he had always stopped himself from acting on it, but this time he couldn’t stop the words from spilling and the want from controlling him.

“What?”

“Fuck me. Eijiro. Need you to fuck me.” His hands were already too busy trying to wrangle the bigger mans belt off. He couldn’t stop himself from biting into the bright orange shirt the other wore, breathing in his deep scent and arching against the warm hands on his back.

“Are you sure?” There was hesitation in those eyes. Slightly wide and zoned in on the spectacle before him that was Bakugou. Those dark honey eyes were devouring him and taking in every twitch and movement. Kirishimas hands were at his back, and it had a moan escape the blondes lips.

“Eiji. Do it. I can’t… please.”

“Ok” Kirishimas mouth was on his in seconds, tongue probing his lips until he let him in. The other was careful not to hurt him with his teeth, but Bakugou wanted him to. To make it deep, rough, to mark him and take him over until the voice in his head stopped yelling. “Hurry”

Calloused hands peeled away clothes and gripped him as Kirishimas voice growled into his ear “Patience. Katsuki, you’re sweating buckets… don’t blow me up by accident”

The floorboard felt nice against his burning skin, as he lay there, moaning out loud and arching towards the warmth on top of him. If he craved the cold or the heat, he didn’t know anymore. He just wanted Kirishima to touch him more.

It was getting too little too much. The way Kirishima pinned him down as he took his time to kiss down the blondes body. Taking his time caressing and embracing and making the blonde squirm for more, “No-Eijiro. Please. Stick it in me! Now! I need it now!” His voice cracked between moans, legs wrapping around the larger body as he moved against him, hands reaching down to spread himself open and try to guide Kirishima, still mostly dressed, towards his hole “Hurry. It hurts”

“Wait. I still have to open you up… Katsuki, you’re really wet… why is it so wet back there?” His fingers slipped inside and the blonde tensed. It had been a while since he used the back. Even if the club he frequented swore that they would never reveal its customers, he always felt awkward going. Bakugou had never felt the same way he did for his best friend with anyone else, but there had been one guy working there that looked close enough, and with his identity hidden he’d thrown caution to the wind and gone all the way.

Even as he swore it was a one-time thing, he couldn’t stop himself whenever Kirishima stayed over. The redhead lived too far away, they barely saw each other. When they did it was like going back in time, and Bakugou felt his heart race and swell every time he looked at the man. Now he finally had the real thing touching him, kissing him, leaving hickeys all over him and those thick, long fingers were spreading him open to receive something even greater.

It was big, much bigger than the Kirishima look-alike. His insides parted gladly for the intrusion that went deeper than he’d felt before. It pressed into his spot and made him see stars every time Kirishima thrust inside. Moans and grunts filled the room, growing louder as they went harder and harder. His legs held on as they got closer and the redhead was about to pull out if it wasn’t for the protests spilling from the blonde, threatening and pleading for the man to fill his insides. Kirishima released inside right after his own climax, then he was back to it.

Bakugous was on his knees over the couch, hands sparking as the redhead pounded into him from behind, releasing inside him for, he didn’t know what number it was, but he felt full and heavy, and it kept dripping down his legs or back whenever Kirishima pulled his dick out. Then they were at it again and the bed was soft against his back as he cried into Kirishimas neck, begging for more, for him to fill him up until he burst and to keep going.

When he woke up his body felt sore, thick arms wrapped around him from behind as the bigger man breathed deeply against his back, snoring in his sleep. He could feel Kirishima still inside him as he shifted, his belly poking out slightly from being creampied all night long.

“Eiji” Shifting he frowned as the large arm gripped him tighter, feeling his cheeks heat up as the other nuzzled into his neck

“Mng, five more minutes…”

“Eijiro, wake up”

“I can’t. ‘s nothing left. Suki, just wait… a bit… please, sleep” Half asleep Kirishima held on, his dick stopping any leaks as the blonde tried to move away. He was stuck in place until the bigger woke up, or he’d have to move him by force.

“Get off. And get your fucking cock out. Why did you leave it in?” He struggled to move; it felt like he’d been hit by a truck and then some. Everything either ached or felt numb.

“Because you kept begging me to… hey, Katsuki, you back to normal now?” It took a moment before Kirishima moved, pulling out without looking only to wince at the feeling of dry stickiness that connected them, “The heck happened to you?”

“Don’t know…” The blonde grumbled, clenching his ass to stop from leaking all over the bed. It was something he wasn’t looking forward to cleaning up, and neither wanted to think about.

 “I was watching this thing on your tummy. It kept changing as we… did it.” He cleared his throat, a slight blush on his cheeks, ”Do you think that has to do with it?” Kirishimas hand pointed towards the circle above his crotch, the dark ring that was there before now completely filled in and white.

“Maybe. A damn kid bumped into me some time ago, then it appeared. Nothing happened, so I didn’t think much of it” The kid had said it was only temporary, and that he would be fine. He really had thought nothing of it besides it being some weird marking made from the quirk.

“Ah, so it is that. That’s one scary quirk. You acted like you’d gone into heat, like an animal.”

“S-shut up. Don’t remind me.” His underwear was nowhere to be seen on the floor, so he’d likely left them in the hallway. He’d have to get a new pair from his closet, but he should get a shower first.

“So… was it triggered when I got here? Did I trigger it for you?” Kirishima looked at the blonde with wide eyes, something akin to hope as he bit back a smile.

“What? No. It was already pretty bad earlier on” Bakugou shifted towards the beds edge, feeling his lower back and thighs throb with muscle soreness. Hopefully he could get to the bathroom without his legs giving out or spilling stuff on the floor.

“Pretty bad? Were you about to jump some random guy on the street or something?” The blonde stayed quiet, face hiding behind his hands at the thought. If Kirishima hadn’t been there, he might actually have gone after some rando on the street. The idea grossed him out. He had eyed up some old dude at the bathhouse, and some kid that looked like he barely passed puberty. He had even felt his insides twitch at a man with dark fur and the face of a wolf.

“You really were?! Heck. Katsuki. How long has this been going on?” Kirishima was standing, his body covered in fluids, hickeys and other marks made by the blonde that night. He was moving around the bed to Bakugous side, kneeling at the edge to peer up into red eyes.

“Not that long. A day, like that. A week or two if you count from when I first started feeling weird”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Those dark honey eyes were staring so intently, it was making him feel guilty. Even if he was under a quirk, he shouldn’t have let it control him.

“Why should I have?! I didn’t know it would make me like that! Besides, it’s not like it was a problem you had to solve” Kirishima had helped, but he didn’t have to. Bakugou didn’t know what would happen, he hadn’t planned it. It had just happened and now that the quirk had been fed, he’d likely not be bothered again. The longing was satisfied, he could feel it calm down as he lay there, and his body relaxed.

“So, if I hadn’t been here, what would you have done?” He could have called up someone. Gone to the club. He didn’t want anyone to see him so desperate, but he could have handled it instead of jumping his best friend. He should have fought it. He had coerced Kirishima into sleeping with him. That was no better than rape.

“I’d have handled it.” Kirishimas face was obscured by his own pale hands. He couldn’t have the redhead see him anymore. He felt too tired. The guilt was eating at him and Kirishima had only tried to help him. It was wrong of him to expect more. He had to stop before he expected more. Shut it down and leave them be. The damned quirk was making things awkward. Kirishima, the hero, had helped him. Red Riot helped him and that was it.

“Sure you’d have… Hey. If you’re fine now I’m going to take a shower. You should too, and clean yourself out, I heard it can be really bad if you don’t” The redhead slumped his way out the room, heading for the guestroom without looking back. Bakugou could hear him closing the door and then he was out of sight.

Letting out a long sigh he sat up, his back and thighs protesting as he did. It was unfair of him to have burdened his friend. He just had to stop and forget it ever happened, bury it deep as he had done with his feelings.

Kirishimas birthday was right around the corner, just in a few days, and he was supposed to throw him a party or something for it. They couldn’t be awkward. He just had to act like nothing happened and they would be fine.

He should arrange the party and just get him something like usual. Their closest friends already knew when to be ready since they usually tried to at least get together around each others birthdays and the fact that the redhead was there the week of had been perfect. He could get through it and then they would part ways at the end of the week like always, like friends. Kirishima would forget about it as well as time passed, but the feeling that he’d done something bad to the redhead still lingered in his brain and he felt too guilty to meet him.

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His head felt foggy as he parked in the garage to his apartment. It had been an awfully warm day for the cold morning, and he had been outside most of it. Having barely slept from having fucked all night didn’t help either. His body felt sore, and being creamed had really upset his stomach.

Stepping through the door the blondes head shoot up as he caught a whiff of the air. The sound of someone cooking in his kitchen and the spicy aroma of curry was enough to have him scurry inside without a second thought. Kirishima was standing there, stirring the pot in an apron and sweats. It had the blondes heart skip a beat and his mouth drool at the sight.

“Hey. Welcome back. I didn’t know if you’d be late, so I decided to make us dinner. Want to grab a shower first before we eat?” The redhead grinned at him. A slight pinking at his ears as he glanced at the other.

“I want you.” Hand slapping over his mouth, Bakugou stared as he registered what he had just said.

Tensing for a second Kirishima let out a laugh. “Pfft, Katsuki. Isn’t that a little forward? Should I play along?” It sounded forced. But the way he turned to lean against the counter had Bakugous brain forget it in seconds, focusing on how the redhead stood there. Posing with the ladle and winking at him. As he feigned a bashful tone, slightly higher pitched before it dipped into that deep rumble. Bakugou felt like his knees would give, “Honey, do you want a bath, dinner, or… me?”

“You… now… need it, right now” His mouth was going faster than his mind. The foggy feeling growing as he felt the heat spread in his body again, making his insides twitch with that same need. It had barely been a day, and he was feeling it again just as strong as when it had built up for a week. His legs felt weak as he stumbled into the small kitchenette. “It’s- I can’t- fucking damn- It’s doing it again, Eijiro.”

The redhead had gone from joking to looking horrified. “Damn. Hey, hey. Relax. Take deep breaths.”

He was down in front of Kirishima before he could even register it. His knees hitting the floor and his hands gripping at apron, face nuzzling into crotch. Mouthing over the fabrics he could feel Kirishimas large manhood twitch at the touch. It was right there. He just needed to get rid of the fabric obstructing him from reaching it. “This. Give me this.“

“Hey! Katsuki! You’re not thinking straight right now. Let’s try to calm down a bit first, ok? We already did it a whole lot yesterday.”

“More… more. I want it again. Inside me, do more.” His tongue left wet marks over the front as he lapped at the twitching bulge. His teeth pulling at the offending fabric as hands were tugging it away at the same time.

“You really know how to push my buttons… don’t regret this, ok?” Kirishimas hands were on him again, the counter against his back and mouths met in a sloppy kiss. Pants hit the floor, and he could barely remember who had undone them as Kirishimas fingers were in him again. Making sure he was loose enough before he slammed inside with little thought. It felt amazing every time he thrust inside. Going deeper with shallow and slow movements as the blonde didn’t let him move too far. Legs wrapped around Kirishimas waist, he moaned out loud as the redhead came inside him for the first time that night.

“Again”

“Fuck. Katsuki, you... Making me work so hard when you don’t even…“ he sighed, licking up the plump chest to a nipple, over his shirt, as Bakugous hands clawed at his back, “Food is going to have to wait, I guess. But I’ll make sure you’re filled to satisfaction.” Fingers toying with Bakugous hem he pulled it up to see the circle there, still white, but more of a crescent moon than filled. It had him grimace, looking like he really didn’t want to.

“You better not let anyone else do this to you, you hear. If it happens again… come straight to me. Got it?”

“Yeah. Eijiro. Only you, Eijiro. So, do it again. More and more and more. Fuck me more.”

The kiss was a lot deeper than the ones they had had so far. Kirishimas hands gripping him immensely tight as he pounded him through the evening. It was past midnight when he finally felt his senses coming back to him. Kirishima dumping his 6^th or 7^th inside him and he couldn’t remember what number he was at himself.

“Sorry… Eijiro. You can stop now.” Panting into the mattress Bakugo felt himself calm down, the guilt setting in as he did. He’d done it again. He’d forced his best friend again and this time it had just been an impulse.

The kisses to his nape and shoulders stopped. The wet sound as Kirishima pulled out had him tense up and clench down as he felt drops of cum slipping out of his hole. Running down the back of his legs. The skin around his middle felt cold where Kirishima had held him. His arms had been wrapped around him so tight, molding him into the redheads front as he got hugged from behind.

“You good there?” there was a hand at his lower back as he shifted to lay down, feeling too exposed with his ass in the air and dripping, even if Kirishima had seen it clear as day already.

Thinking about what they had done had his ears burn and his stomach twist. He could barely remember how they got to the bedroom from the kitchen, but he was grateful the other had brought them there. It was a lot nicer to lay down in his bed than on the hard wooden floors or countertop.

“Yeah… just… sorry,” Hugging the pillow close to his face Bakugou mumbled the words. He couldn’t face him. The tingly feeling from kisses and touches lingered as he remembered them. Kirishima had been so gentle with him, even as he fucked him hard enough that the counters shook, and the bed almost gave out. His knees hurt from rugburn from the force they had gone at it and his body felt sore in more ways than one, but at the same time it had felt so good he couldn’t help asking for more, with or without the quirk screwing with his head.

“Don’t be. If you’re good that’s all that matters.” Kirishima sounded so sweet. There was a slight strain to his voice, and if Bakugou looked he was sure he’d see that look on his face again. That slight grimace as he considered what he’d done. Kirishima was only helping him. It wasn’t something he liked doing.

The next few days went almost the same. He’d start feeling weird again before he reached home and when he got a glimpse of the redhead his brain went out the window only to be replaced by the need to be filled. Kirishima would indulge him, and hours later he’d be able to think again only to feel embarrassed and unable to face the taller.

By the fourth day Kirishima had expected it before it even started. Stepping into the blondes bedroom after getting back from his work. Hands were in blonde hair and around his waist before Bakugo could even register he was there. Kissing him just as the feeling started, and then he was on the bed, with his butt in the air. Moaning into a pillow as the redhead did what he wanted. Making a mess of him and making him feel so good nothing else mattered.

The next morning, he almost felt sad when he saw the mark was gone. He had a lot of other marks on his body, from them going at it, but the circle had disappeared. Kirishima had only done it because of the damned quirk, but without it there would be no need to help him anymore.

The kiss he got as soon as he stepped out of his bedroom had him see stars. Kirishimas large tongue lapping at the inside of his mouth and hands caressing up his back had him want to keep going. His eyes were fluttering shut, his fingers clenched into shirt as Kirishima kissed him, eliciting a moan from the back of his throat at the feeling.

When they separated, his lungs filling with air again, he was almost inclined to pull him back in only to feel his stomach drop at what he saw. The grimace on the redheads face was a mix of emotions as he leaned in again. Freezing Bakugou in place.

“W-Wait!” hands up he snapped back against the door. His head hitting the door and his hands covered Kirishimas lips. “I’m good- you don’t have to do it anymore… it’s gone”

There was a moment as they stood there in the silence, only their breathing heard over heartbeats as he let go of Kirishimas face. His hands fumbling to find purchase in the position only to fall onto wide shoulders.

“You sure? I don’t mind. Really. We can keep going… if you need to?” Honey brown glanced down towards their middles, hands still holding the shorter man tightly against his own body.

“I’m sure. The mark is gone” He really didn’t want him to pull away. The large hands stroking his back left shudders running up his spine. A sense of security falling on him from being held so tight. “You can stop.”

“Oh…” Kirishima sounded disappointed as he stepped back, lips tight in thought. “Good. If you’re sure. Then that’s good,” It wasn’t good. He wanted to keep going, Kirishima was helping him with his problem, and he wanted them to continue without it. Bakugous hands fisted into shirt for a second only to loosen their grip, enough not to seem like he was holding him in place as the bigger pulled away.

“Are the others coming here or are we meeting them somewhere?” Kirishimas seemed tense as he turned away, his eyes staring at nothing much out the balcony doors of his living room.

“We’re going out. In the evening. Dress casually.”

“Ok…”

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Not even 5 minutes since the party started, Bakugou was ready for it to be over. The idiot trio and a few others that lived nearby had joined them at the bowling alley with presents. They had rented out a space for them to have the party in and a few lanes so they could play, but it wouldn’t be entirely them alone.

As they walked in a few other patrons glanced their way as they recognized the heroes, a few children and adults alike bouncing with excitement at an opportunity to get an autograph or picture or possible handshake from some of their favorite heroes. Loud noises and bright lights were assaulting his senses just as much as the smell did. He was used to his explosions, but it still annoyed him when it came at him from outward.

It had only been a few hours since Kirishima had kissed him so hard he still felt it on his lips, and his heart skipped a beat every time he remembered it. The redhead had barely looked his way that morning and as they got ready to leave. Not that he’d done much better, the awkward silence hanging around them after their days of copulating. He hadn’t talked much with the redhead the last days after what happened besides a few words. Mostly it had been a haze of pleasure and wanting with the guilt eating at him afterwards as he wanted to do it even without the quirk making him act so devious.

He had always been a bit vulgar and act a bit too much sometimes. Them flirting and acting closer than they should without stepping over the line of being friends had felt natural, but this time he just couldn’t bring himself to face Kirishima. At least the other didn’t think less of him for it, acting his usual happy and bright self if not a little strained.

“Hey Kats. You not planning on drinking today?” Mina settled down in the seat beside him, a cup in hand and grinning from ear to ear. He could tell her round had gone well. Their team was leading by a lot so she really should be pleased.

“No thanks… I’m fine with… this” He gestured with his own cup, it had a questionable taste as to what it actually was, likely watered down to an inch of it’s life so he was reluctant to call it soda, but it was fine enough and had ice in it.

“Phu, but you’re so fun when you get a little in your system.”

“Says you.” The blonde scoffed. She was far from drunk, maybe a little tipsy, but none of them ever drank more than they should as they all had a sense of duty as heroes. Still there was the occasional glass for times when they felt like letting loose if they had a day off.

“Yeah, says me. I’m always the fun of the party! But you get all cute and sweet, it’s fun how you get all grinning and clingy. Saying you love us and all.“

“I don’t-!” “You afraid you going to sit in Eis lap again and tell him how he’s such a good guy again?” Mina interrupted his protest, her statement making him pause and blink as he tried to remember if that had ever happened,

“When did I ever do that?!” He had never gotten drunk enough to act like a fool, maybe slightly tipsy when they first became legal, but that had been in the safety of his own home and Kirishima had been right there drinking with him.

“So, what’s up with you two today? You keep avoiding each other. Kiri-bro barely brushed against your shoulder, and you reacted like you’d been shot.”

“It’s none of yours” There was the sound of pins falling and a yowl of happiness as Denki hit a strike, jumping in place and getting high-fives and tens all around. Kirishima was up next, weighing the ball in his hands and getting ready to throw.

“Mmhm. Well, I dunno what it is, but I think you should figure it out before he leaves tomorrow. I’ll help you out if you want” Him and Kirishima being awkward with each other. He didn’t want that. He needed the bigger man to be comfortable and happy.

The redhead only got a few pins down the first round, then a split on the second, making him sheepishly shrug and retreat to his seat at the other lane.

“Mina, I swear on All Might. Shut up”

”… or what? I can help. It’s not like you haven’t fought before. Or did you accidentally kiss or something?” The tensing of shoulders and bright red ears behind a hand had her stop in her tracks. They all knew the two had been tiptoeing the line between friends and lovers for years. Kirishima having been more and more obvious even as Bakugou seemed to blank on more or less all of it. Brushing it off as a joke, even if he seemed to get flustered whenever it turned to more intimate touching and blatant flirting out in the open.

“How was it?” Mina didn’t grin or mock him, her face calm and voice low as she asked.

“Shut up…” The words were hissed out between clenched teeth, his eyes on Kirishima a few chairs away. Even if they spoke at a normal volume the room was too loud for the others to overhear their conversation, but if he said too much and Kirishima somehow heard him, then that would be disastrous.

“Katsuki, sweetie. We know you’re gay or demi or something, not a problem. We have all been really open about preferences and sexuality since we became friends, Eijiro too. So why not just go for it?”

“We didn’t… let’s not speak of this.”

“Fine. Coward,”

“Mina-“ “Call me when you have had enough time to figure it out. I’ll help you out” He appreciated her help, really, but sometimes it seemed like it was more for her than it was for him. A true romantic she had called herself. Sticking her nose where it didn’t belong he had called her.

“Thanks, but I’m fine” The pinkette shrugged. Her hand rubbing the others shoulder as they sat there in silence. Bakugous head in his hands as he tried to hide his shame.

“Want a cider? You’re up again”

“A light one” Getting up he took the few steps to get his ball and line up at the lane. If only the party would end soon. His back hurt like hell.

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It had only been a few weeks since Kirishima left and the blonde was already missing him. He had made sure not to get to close at the party, after the whole horny spell, but that also meant he had no time to talk with the big oaf like normal. The urge to call him up got stronger the longer they were apart, and usually Kirishima would call him up whenever he had spare time, only this time there had been nothing more than the short texts of good night and good morning with a meme once in a while. To a stranger it all seemed ordinary, but the quantity had significantly dropped from their usual.

The party might have gone off without a hitch. There had been no villains interrupting their fun and he could feel the light buzz of alcohol in his system making him relax. But Bakugou had been on eggshells the whole time, and whenever Kirishima had tried getting closer he’d found some excuse to get away or distract him with something else. He’d refrained from drinking too much or get too close. Feeling like he might mess up if he dropped his guard. Like he’d purposely fall into those comfortable arms he knew would catch him and kiss the living hell out of the man.

He couldn’t blame the other for feeling awkward after his last visit. They had been closer than most of their classmates even before graduation. They met up whenever they could and if they couldn’t there were phone calls or texts or video chatting. Kirishima was free to do what he wanted, far away from Bakugous desire to keep him as his own. Things had worked out that way. And five years later they were still going strong. As best friends.

He’d bask in the light when it shone his way, but he’d keep his distance. The sun couldn’t be swallowed by darkness, he’d patiently wait until the rays reappeared, but he wouldn’t covet what wasn’t his. He wouldn’t make that mistake. Not again. Kirishima was kind to everyone, not just him. He had liked girls then and he still did.

In their second year of highschool Kirishima had asked the blonde what he’d think if the redhead confessed to some girl. The way his heart had frozen that day had only been the start. Kirishima had confessed after he told him to. And Bakugou felt himself soar and sink at the same time when Kirishima told him it had gone bad.

Staring out at the training grounds Bakugou couldn’t understand why he had even agreed to help out with these brats hero training. To be back in that place where he had grown so much as a hero and a person only to learn so cruelly what parts of him he could never say out loud.

Settling down at the bench outside, the blonde tore into his sandwich. Deku had insisted he came by to help out some young students as a volunteer to get his ratings up, and the class had been a real pain in the ass.

He couldn’t believe how haughty some teens were. A bunch of children believing they were adults just because they had reached puberty. Most of all, the fact that some squirt had ran circles around him during training was the worst. The instructors and heroes might have been put under handicaps and been told to go easy on the first years, but Bakugou still felt like he had been off his game the whole time. The students weren’t even that good at using their quirks.

Eating beside him Deku seemed satisfied with the training and the volunteers around him. His lunch seemed to have been packed full of the essentials for a good day. His quirk might have gone weak, but he still took it upon himself to keep himself in top shape. “Again, thank you so much for coming today. I can’t believe you actually listened and didn’t accidentally send them to the hospital. If you keep it up with the third years it will be a great day of learning for everyone.”

“Shut up… I’m not going to hold back for the damn seniors. I’m going to blast the fuckers away… the mob squirts were lucky I wasn’t fully warmed up” smacking his lips the blonde frowned as he took another bite of the chicken katsu. The sandwich tasted off, there was too much mayo  making the crispy katsu soggy and the cabbage seemed limp. It had his stomach turning, the uncomfortable feeling he’d had for a while starting to bubble up again.

“You weren’t..? but it’s still warm out and you’re wearing your winter suit. You looked like you were holding back quite a bit with them… is something the matter?”

“It’s weird… I don’t have a cold or anything, but I’ve been feeling off lately. I’m all sore and lethargic from barely doing anything… it’s annoying as fuck. My throat and chest get this bubbly feeling that kinda hurts and food just makes things worse” H grumbled, deciding to just fight through it and swallow down the last pieces of food and ignore the way it felt against his tongue.

“Kacchan… do you have heartburn?” Deku mussed, looking at his friend that had never had such a problem in his life as a king of spice. He’d eat extra hot Tabasco sauce by the spoonful if he didn’t find it a waste.

“Why the fuck would I have heartburn suddenly?” It wasn’t that he’d never experienced it before, but it had been so long he felt like he was immune to something so stupid like his stomach not handling spicy food anymore.

“I don’t know. Maybe it has something to do with getting older”

The way Izuku flinched at his stare had him think the other might not have meant to say it out loud. It wasn’t like the idea made him feel bad, it was the truth, they were getting older and so changes would come to their bodies just like it did to the teens around them.

“Shut up. I’m blaming you if my food tastes bad now.”

“That’s so unfair,” The greenhead didn’t get to say much more before they got interrupted. Bakugous phone vibrating with incoming messages making the blonde ignore him to see what it was.

A text from Kirishima was asking him if there was an imposter out there pretending to be Dynamight and if he was ok. Scrolling upwards he froze, seeing a picture of him from a few days ago. Red-faced and teary eyed, cuddling a large golden retriever, both covered in soot and debris.

He still remembered how bad that day had gone. He’d been fighting villains like normal, on cloud nine as he won. Then when he turned towards the destruction the bad guys had made, it hit him like a ton of bricks. A young boy had cried when Bakugou got his dog out from a burning building and the blonde chocked up at the scene without wanting to.

The other heroes with him had all pretended not to see. But someone had snapped a picture, a hero or a passerby or one of the survivors from the incident. Kirishima had forwarded him the post from some social media platform and it seemed to have gathered a lot of attention in the few hours it had been up.

It made him wish he could see the redheads reaction, even if he felt a pang of embarrassment from it. He’d probably blow his lid from the teasing. Still, he wanted to be there, to see Kirishimas smug smile and twinkling eyes as he held out his phone for the blonde to see. Holding back a laugh as he made his playful remark. Then he would pull him in by the shoulder to calm him down afterwards and they’d joke it off. Kirishima would understand and tell him it was okay to be emotional sometimes. That it was fine to be moved and cry when something nice or bad happened to others. Bakugou would tell the redhead, that he had enough empathy for both of them combined. Leaning into the hug for a moment longer than needed before pulling away.

His emotions had always been quick to change. Being overwhelmed by his own emotions often led to them bursting into extremes. Anger being a large part of it, he’d explode and scream his head off or start crying in frustration or anxiety. It had taken some time until he learned to better control it and express himself.

There were still times he’d suppress it, unconsciously or consciously, but he had gotten a long way from how he was. Just that he was able to act calm around Midoriya Izuku was proof enough of that even as the nerd grumbled and muttered to himself about this and that, observing to a point that the blonde wanted to shut him up with a good slap. At least he didn’t have to deal with him on a daily basis anymore. Just sometimes.

Finishing his food he sent a small reply to Kirishima, the sticker being enough to show that he was both annoyed about the topic, but not enough that Kirishima had to stop.

Another few weeks went by, and his stomach cramps turned to nausea and exhaustion. Hero work had been a lot more tiring than before. He blamed it on the weather being so indecisive, the days switching between hot and cold and making him sweat more than usual from his thermo-suit. He kept having to run for the toilet all times of the day as he kept drinking more to keep himself hydrated. Having him move around so much on patrol with a belly full of liquid. It was likely the cause of his nausea as well.

Halloween was primetime for small time villains to try and wreak havoc. Them trying to blame the supernatural for their own crimes. Bakugou wouldn’t have any of it. He’d catch all of them even as they blamed a ghost.

Bakugou had never liked horror. He was fine with a bit of gore in action-packed scenes or zombies, but ghosts, ghouls and jump scares were not for him. The psychological parts in movies and stories often had him hooked, and he’d watch the movie with his friends, but more often than not he found himself regretting it after. Getting overly paranoid and jumpy over small things. Halloween was no different. It might be less of a scary story and more of a bunch of people dressing up and being drunk. There were some parts of it that made him want to flee, like the drunkards or when every ad he saw was something more horrible than the last one. Not that he ever had. He might have flinched once or twice at a persons costume or quirk use, but he'd never flee. Ghosts weren’t real. The quirks they used were.

Like the goo that was dripping from the ceiling as he stepped into the dark storeroom, chasing after some small-time robbers. It might have spooked him at first, the goop dropping onto him from above being slimy and sticky, then turning warm as it started dissolving his hero costume. But it wasn’t anything more than a measly quirk. He barely managed to shake it off before it started eating at the skin below. The residues leaving a tingly sensation. But it didn’t seem to do much more than take off his sleeve shoulder and a few spots at his chest and back.

Taking a look around the room the blonde dodged around crates and shelves, on high alert should the thieves decide to try and ambush him. Hands emerging from behind had him set of a stun grenade in the direction only for the owner to charge right at him as fast and hard as he could, toppling them over with his massive body. More globs of goop melted through his gauntlets and sleeves as he was held down by the first robber only for the two others to try and flee through the exit. In a flash of light and explosions he had the massive guy off of him and slamming into the other two and crushing them against a crate.

“Fucking finally. You shouldn’t try to steal when you know you’ll get caught, punks” The blonde scoffed, busying himself with tying the trio together as he waited for the police to come and take them away.

He got a few looks from the dispatched officers as they took his statement and locked up the bad guys. One of them asked if he was ok, but besides a few bruises and a half-melted suit he was completely fine. He just had to stop by the office or get a change of clothes on the way. Even so there were more than a few glances from the officers and passerby’s as he walked back towards the office that had him wonder why they kept staring so intently.

He didn’t have much time to think about it as the next villain showed up seconds later, being informed on his earpiece he was quick to pursue them, apprehending and disarming. Then he was off to the next.

Hours later he finally got to sit down. A few more supports that had met up with him for patrol sitting with him as they had a small break to catch their breath.

“Are you sure you’re ok, Dynamight? You’re looking a bit green there” Grumbling Bakugou shifted further away from the extra sitting with him. The dude looked like he had had an easy day, happily watching the parade of people in costumes and their interactions.

“I’m fine” He was fine. It was just all the things all at once. The smells and sounds of so many people kept overwhelming his senses. He still hadn’t managed to change, so the cool air was chilling him if he wasn’t moving for long and the last bad guy had smacked him into a window with their long ass arms. The window hadn’t broken as he hit it, but it still hurt.

The spots of skin the acid touched from earlier in the day that had taken bits of his shirt kept tingling and stinging as he moved. He’d gotten a snack to replenish his energy and it had been thrown out after the first bite as the taste seemed off. It was one he knew he liked but it tasted different from usually.

The fact that there was no toilet in sight had him squirming a little as he sipped his water, already feeling it in his blader that he had to go. If the weather could just stay one temperature then he wouldn’t get so dehydrated from sweating and then he wouldn’t have to drink so much all the time.

It had only been luck he didn’t wet himself as he toppled around with the tugs, moving so much as the pressure built. Now that he was done it was something else entirely. The crowd had gathered around where he sat. Some sneaking pictures and a few debating if they could walk up to him to ask for pictures or autographs or not.

The extra kept blabbering on about something the blonde didn’t care about, doing his head in with endless chatter as he kept shifting closer.

“Fucking… hey, you” Growling Bakugou turned to him, grabbing his collar to pull him in close and making the man flinch. His face heating up a little as Bakugou leaned in to hiss out a whisper between clenched teeth. “where’s the nearest damned restroom around here?”

It took him a second to be pointed in the right direction. The park they were in weren’t the largest, but as there were so many people outside, maneuvering the crowd and getting to the little house in the middle was still a task. There were few children at the parks playground and he really hoped the parents had enough wit in them to keep them from him. Kids were annoying on a good day, always screaming and running around and crying for no reason.

He had barely gotten inside when the intercom beeped to life in his ear, alerting him to a hit and run from a speedster that needed to be dealt with. The car had been severing right down the street in the direction he was headed. It was driving fast and recklessly, with someone that seemed to be pointing the route from the sunroof of said car.

It took him 5 minutes to catch up to it, stopping the car by blasting holes in the wheels and taking them down swiftly with a few stun grenades.

The time it took for the police to show up and take them away after taking his statement was almost double, leaving him more than a little uncomfortable and in dire need of finding his way to a restroom again. He really should have gone before he answered the call.

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In late December the old class had decided to meet up for a combined Christmas party and reunion, inviting everyone from class A and their old homeroom teacher. Aizawa had been reluctant at first, but after Eri asked to come he’d agreed. It wasn’t exactly at Christmas, but it had been a date everyone had managed to get off and close enough that they decided it would be fine to call it a Christmas party.

The party had been planned and they all got invited to stay at a luxury hotel over the weekend so they could hang out and catch up on what had happened to everyone. Bakugou had been delighted to know it was all paid for and he was free to laze about and do whatever he wanted on someone else’s bill for once.

Suit packed and ready he was about to head out of when it hit him. His stomach turned and he could feel his lunch making its way up as he rushed to the bathroom.

It took another hour before he could leave his apartment. Having emptied his stomach, he felt a little better. Not by much, but a little better. Besides the nausea there wasn’t anything really wrong with him, he didn’t have a fever or anything so he had probably eaten something that had gone bad. Or he’d eaten too much too fast. But it still felt weird how sudden it had been and how sudden it left again.

Getting to his car, the blonde sent a message that he was on his way to the small group he was supposed to pick up on the way. Sero, Kaminari and Jiro were waiting for him at Kaminaris place and then Deku was last to be picked up by U.A.

Bakugou grumbled to himself the whole time, ignoring conversations and trying to tune the chatter out by turning on his music instead. Just a short trip and they’d be at the hotel. Then he could shut them out.  

“Hah. It’s been so long since I’ve seen everyone” Denki grinned, leaning back in the passenger seat to speak with the rest.

“Yeah. I mean we’ve seen each other, and Mina and Kirishima, all the time. but it’s been a while since we’ve seen everyone at once” Jiro chimed in, picking through the playlist on Bakugous phone until she found one that seemed good for the trip.

That was something else that made his shoulders tense. Kirishima would be there. He had barely spoken with him since his party. When they had been so extremely intimate, every night, for almost a week. His ears pinked at the thought. Kirishima wouldn’t mind it. He’d be fine. They would be fine. Nothing would happen this time. He hadn’t felt it again, and the circle was gone. They would be fine. He just had to figure out what he should say once they met up again.

-

Kirishima didn’t even seem faced as they stepped through the hotel doors, waving them down as he was waiting for his keys at the reception. It was like everything he’d rehearsed in the car left him and he could only stand there, staring as the redhead stepped closer with that bright smile.

Eyes on the outstretched arms he clutched onto his bag a little tighter, involuntarily taking a step back before he could stop himself. There was a pause in the redheads step, a slight hesitation as their eyes met before he was engulfed in his embrace, a warm hand stroking his back as the others moved through the lobby to the reception.

“You good there, Suki?” Kirishimas soft voice left his chest tight and his hands itched to return the embrace. All the while the guilt of it all swarmed his head, memories of how he’d coerced his friend into doing something so diabolical. He didn’t deserve to hug the redhead.

“Sorry…” He mumbled into the shoulder, pulling away with a sheepish smile. “I’m going to get my keys. When were we gathering for dinner again?”

Kirishimas hand didn’t leave his back as they stepped towards the reception. It felt nice, comforting as he was pulled in closer. His bright grin chasing away the demons in his head as he talked about nothing in particular. Brightening even further once he saw how close their rooms were and without second thought he was leading the way. Keeping Bakugou at his side without a second thought until they parted for their own rooms.

It hurt, how badly he wanted to go after him, to stay closer than he should. To apologize for how he had treated him. He wanted to, just as much as he wanted to tell him how he wanted to do it again.

He had to keep calm. Not step over the line again and just be the others friend. He could do it. He’d done it through highschool and the last few years. He could keep it up again as long as Kirishima didn’t hate him. He had until dinner to compose himself. Take deep breaths and get cleaned up. He’d let the water wash away his thoughts and then he’d clean up and meet the others downstairs for their meal. It was fine, he and Kirishima had been fine. He’d be fine.

The food smelled rancid. He had been looking forward to it the whole week, but now that it was actually in front of him, Bakugou felt like he’d puke. Their old classmates had decided to go somewhere a bit fancier this time, all paid for by Endeavors card. The steak in front of him was worth more than what he ate in a week, but his stomach still squirmed at the idea of him taking even one bite. Kirishima was scarfing his down and savoring each and every bite with a face telling them all of the heavenly taste the meal held.

Bakugous fork poked at a green bean as he contemplated forcing himself to eat it, just so he didn’t have to sit there like an idiot. Even if no one paid much attention to him at the end of the table, Kirishima, Sato and Sero shielding him from the others as conversation flowed, he still had to seem like he was enjoying himself and not sneer at the high-quality food in front of them. There was a bottle of red that was passed down and he almost contemplated having a glass until the nausea hit him again. Even if he didn’t drink much from the start, there were a few raised brows from the ones sitting closest as he passed up the expensive wine.

“You good there, bro?” Kirishima watched him poke at his food with a slight frown, slowly chewing his food while he observed the blonde.

“Just don’t feel like drinking” He grumbled, not feeling like explaining.

“Really? You’re looking a bit green” Soji was speaking through his tentacle arm, keeping it quiet enough so no one else could hear but them.

Sero nodded in agreement, holding out the pitcher of water as Bakugou finished his glass. “You were off even when we got here. If you’d rather go rest, we get it.”

“No. I’m fine, just a little tired” He scoffed, slicing off a bite of juicy red meat and popping it into his mouth. It tasted really good the first few seconds but the next he regretted taking a bite at all. The spices assaulted his senses with a punch of beef. It was too much, he wanted to spit it out, but then he would announce to the group that something was off and he didn’t want to do that.

He swallowed. The gulp loud and making him grimace. He could see the others expressions of concern as he was about to take another bite. He could do it. But the moment it hit his tongue he faltered, letting his fork drop.

“Katsuki, I think maybe you should go lay down.” Whispering under his breath Kirishima leaned in to pat his knee, a small smile on his face with his brows furrowed in worry.

“I’m fine, just… You eat it”

Kirishima didn’t need to be told twice, if he did hesitate a little it was quickly brushed off in favor of food. The plates were swapped and the meat eaten, even the bite that he’d bitten into. There was nothing wrong with it, and the blonde almost asked for it back when he saw the biggers expression of delight. The taste was still on the tip of his tongue and for some reason it kept going between heavenly and making him want to rinse his mouth. He took a forkful of yam puree, and it was mostly bearable as he ate it. Thankfully Kirishima didn’t mind him picking it off their plates, just smiling at the blonde as he got something in his stomach.

-

The hotel had a hot spring, spa and sauna as well as a large indoor pool. so, the day after their reunion dinner, most had decided to have some fun together and play to their hearts content.

“Hey, Bakugou. Did you eat the whole breakfast-buffet today after starving yourself yesterday? You’re seriously bloated” Kaminaris finger was so close to poking the bulge being Bakugous stomach before it got smacked away. It wasn’t like Bakugou never experienced bloating, he was a fit guy, it occurred if he wasn’t careful of his diet. Not that he cared, it was normal, but for some reason the last few days his stomach seemed to jut out no matter what he ate. At least his winter outfit had a little room so it wasn’t as obvious when he was out, but his belt did feel slightly tighter than normal.

“Fuck off. I didn’t feel too good yesterday”

“Too bad. The food was really good. Can’t believe you bolted before dessert” The blonde scoffed, already in his swimming trunks and ready to go, “You gonna join us at the slide later on? Kirishima wanted to see how it was. And he wanted to do that thing where you go from the cold pit to hot tub and so on, but I dunno if I want to try that”

“Nah.” He scoffed. Pulling his robe shut as he put away the basket of shower essentials for later.

“Oh? You joining the girls at the spa or something?” Denki didn’t even bother to put his robe on, ready to join their classmates at the pool.

“Shut up. My shoulders have been acting up” It was more than just his shoulders, but he didn’t want to indulge the smaller with how his whole body felt heavy the past month and how lethargic he felt when he just did normal training.

“Good for you. Why not get a facial at the same time? You’ve got some really dark circles there”

“Yeah? Well,” the blonde signed fuck you at his friend. Starting to walk away  while telling him the equivalent to “check the mirror instead of talking smack”.

“How rude! My face is perfect, you jerk” Bakugou snorted out a chuckle as Kaminari answered him, showing he at least retained some information from when they all learned JSL together. After Bakugous doctor had warned him he might go deaf if he wasn’t careful with his explosions, the blonde had been a little cagey about sharing the weakness. One of his eardrums were already badly damaged, but after he’d brought it up to Kirishima, how he considered the cochlear implant, the redhead had broken the news to the rest of the class. Explaining to them how they had to speak clearly and in the right ear if they wanted Bakugous attention. They had gotten the teachers to implement accessibility training as special subjects so that everyone could help anyone in need after they thought about how something so small could make a difference for them as heroes as well.

Dressed in swimwear and robes, Bakugou could see Aoyama and a few of the girls already sitting in the waiting room.  

“Bakugou! You going to get some pampering as well?” Ochako chimed, looking incredibly hyped as she sat there braiding Momos hair, Hagakure excitedly telling them about her plans for a full body mud mask and how they should try the slides later on.

“Kinda” He grumbled, sitting a few seats down from them.

“Nice” Ochacko grinned, shifting to face towards him once she was done with the braiding.

“Why not do some skin treatments while you’re here, you’re looking a bit worse for wear. They have a gold mask and even some special ones like vampire treatments here.” looked to be enjoying herself, Momo pulled out the small pamphlet from her pocket to show him, pointing towards some parts that seemed far from what he’d seen online when he checked what was possible.

“I’m fine. My skin isn’t as bad as other people… The fuck is a vampire treatment?”

“Usually yeah, you got amazing skin. Like flawless! But, I don’t know what it is, but you’re looking really dull and tired right now” Hagakure pointed towards her own eyes, her head tilting in contemplating of why guys usually had such good skin when her own tended to break out.

“I don’t know, but it was one of their high-end ones. And yes, I agree that you’re looking unusually tired today.” Momo mumbled to herself, reading her pamphlet. It was probably the one meant for VIP customers if it didn’t include pricing, not that she seemed faced by it.

Frowning at the explanation, Bakugou tried his best not to show how that bothered him. He might be feeling worse for wear, but if it was showing enough for others to pick up on, he might just have to do something about it. He had a full body massage down so that would likely be good enough, but then again, he didn’t exactly care about appearances that much. No more than a regular person. He knew about fashion and skincare, but he didn’t go out of his way to get stuff. He just used what he found worked. If he saw something he liked, he’d get it. but he didn’t go out looking for stuff from magazines or the newest trends.

The girls and Aoyama were chatting about what kind of things they were doing and Bakugou sat a bit away listening in but not following as he waited. Shoji and Tokoyami were coming out from their own appointments just as Bakugou got called in for his own.

The whole place was relaxing, aroma therapy and sounds calming the body and soul as they walked into the treatment room. Getting to change and lay down under the blanket Bakugou could feel his exhaustion take over as the masseuse started working his arms and legs, then his torso and up his neck, at the end he was close to dozing off if not for the quiet voice telling him to roll over on his back bringing him back. Strong hands kept kneading out years of tension and he didn’t know how he managed to relax so much until they pressed at the wrong spot and sparks of explosions rang around him as he hissed at the pain,

“What the fuck?!”

“Sir, please calm down. Was there something in particular that made you hurt?” The man looked totally calm as he stepped back. The hands that had just rubbed his chest, up in defense.

“Yes, there was! What the heck did you do?” He growled low, eyes narrowing as they tried to discern weather it was on purpose or not.

“Sir, if you could keep your voice down. I did nothing out of the ordinary for this type of massage. Your chest seems to have some soreness to it that you might not have registered. Especially at the edges of your scaring. I’ll be sure to be careful around that. So, if you would, please” He gestured back to the table, waiting for the sparking blonde to lay back down and get comfortable before getting back to work. Bakugous eyes were on the hands, watching as they avoided his nipples and lessened up the pressure whenever Bakugou made a sound or sign of discomfort. It was easy to get back to relaxing as they worked up his shoulders and neck, drawing out the tension from his jaw and lymph nodes and ending with a scalp massage.

He was left alone to shower off the oils that had been used and to get dressed in robe and trunks again. The masseuse seeing him out to an empty corridor and waiting room.

Feeling too sleepy to even move the blonde settled down in one of the chairs. Sipping a glass of lemon water, he leaned back with a deep breath. Not realizing he was drifting off before the gentle voice of a certain redhead roused him awake again.

“Kat-su-ki. Hey, sleepyhead. Had a good nap?” Standing in front of him, Kirishima grinned at the blonde as bleary eyes blinked up at him.

“What..?”

“Mina told me you were here when she and the girls left. You seemed to be good, so they didn’t want to wake you, but we’re heading out for lunch.” Kirishimas hand was holding the back of his chair. Leaning over him in such a way that the blonde felt like if he just stayed there, staring, their lips would meet.

“Lunch? Sure. Just give me a sec. I gotta go change” Stifling a yawn he sat up, stopping as Kirishima didn’t move at first, keeping them closer than was necessary.”

“Great. I’ll see you upstairs then.”

Stretching as he rose, Bakugou followed the bigger to their lockers. Getting his basket he was supposed to have used after the pool. It had gotten a lot later than he had anticipated and that was probably why Kirishima had gone to fetch him. He’d never been one to nap in such a public place, feeling too alert by the possibility of being attacked. But he felt a lot more energized because of it.

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"What the...” Bakugou grumbled, starting at a kid and her dad stepping by the window of the cafe, “It's that brat"

"What brat, Bakugou?" Following his gaze Todoroki spotted the pair that had the blonde so tense and hissing like a street cat.

"I got hit with this damn weird quirk. That fucking kid did it." The way the kid had glossed over what would happen to him had his blood boil. If it wasn’t for her being so careless he wouldn’t have made things awkward with Kirishima and he wouldn’t feel so guilty about making his best friend do something he didn’t like.

"You mean the one that made you all feral and stuff?" Kirishima chipped in, midbite, seeming to remember as his ears tinted pink and he had to look away as Bakugou met hiss eye.

"Yeah. That one" grumbling the blonde shot up, heading as quickly as possible towards where the girl and dad outside.

Mina took second before turning to Kirishima, her mind slowly putting two and two together at the memory of the redheads birthday party. “Oh… so that’s why… yeesh, poor baby.” Mumbling under her breath she stared after the blonde, hoping he wasn’t going to make mountain out of a molehill just because he was so stubborn.

“No, wait! Katsuki! And he’s gone…” Kirishima was to late in stopping his blonde, sitting too far in the booth to be let out easily like Bakugou had as he sat at the end.

“Who wants to bet the child is going to cry?” There was a small hum around the table as Kaminari asked the question. Sero being the only one speaking up against him.

“Nah. She’ll be fine, but the dad… I bet 5 minutes he’s either crying or fleeing.”

"Hey. Your brat owes me an explanation. Temporary my ass. I had a really hard time because of that quirk because she didn't even explain what it was!" slamming his hand into the wall in front of them, Bakugou effectively stopped the parent and child in their path “You better give me a good reason not to report you, you damn extra!”

“I-we- I’m sorry. What?” The dad looked like he had been slapped across the face, a hand holding his daughter close behind himself and out of harms way.

“Your kid. That one.” He hissed, pointing at the small girl, “She let her quirk run rampant and it caused me a shit ton of problems!”

“I’m sorry sir… My daughter is 4. She isn’t capable of controlling her quirk… just yet. She’s not old enough to control it properly, a-and we don’t really know what it does besides… well… what I guess you already know. But who- who are you to tell me what to do? And you’re swearing at a child. Shouldn’t you be a little ashamed?”

The urge to bash the dudes head in was making fireworks pop against his palm, only a small piece of sanity keeping him from verbally or physically exploding at the pair.

“So what?! If you know that much then shouldn’t you at least warn people!? I don’t give a damn what you think of me. Your kid, your responsibility. Just be glad I’m not reporting you fuckers for that shit!”

“I… uh still… any changes in your body? She has just recently manifested her quirk, but since my wife has one that is visualizing red strings, and I can mend small wounds, I just wondered if… we’re not too sure what she does besides make people um… want to be with their beloved ones…” The man stammered, he reminded him a little of Deku and it was annoying him even more as the man sunk into himself like a coward.

"My quirk needs a lot of love to work! Mommy says when my quirk goes on, I need to leave quickly as a lot of love makes the brain muddy and I shouldn't watch. You didn't seem all that loveable, so I didn't tell, sorry Mr." the little girl explained. Her eyes looking towards the other heroes around with wide eyes. "Is Shoto here? Can I get his autograph?"

“The fuck!? Hey, Mr. Parent! It’s not just a want it freaking- Just keep that kid on a leash. That quirk would be horrible if she just runs loose!” He growled at the dad, hands sparkling and keeping his distance from the small child even as he yelled at them

“Bakugo!” Aizawa and Eri stood a few feet away. Catching the blonde threatening some random strangers outside the café they were supposed to meet at, had not been surprising, but hearing about the childs quirk had Aizawa keep a close eye on her, his own quirk ready to activate if she showed signs of malicious use. “Please make sure you act appropriately in public. You’ll drop in the hero ratings again at this point.”

The blonde grumbled as he glared at the two, hands itching to throw a punch for making him be so desperate to do it he’d jumped his friend and crush of 6 years.

“Fuck you. And you better teach that child of yours to control her quirk before it gets out of hand, freaking extra.” He huffed, heading back inside, stopping at the counter. The gingerbread peppermint latte, and slice of cake in the display was calling to him. He must have low blood sugar from not eating much in the last few days.

Taking his high calorie meal with him the blonde angrily slammed his plate on the table. The big slice of brownies was gone in two bites and then the drink was sipped as he glared at their old teacher coming to join their table with his and Eris food.

“I’m not here as your guardian this time, but as young heroes I expect you all to act like adults and not be a burden.” Settled in the free seats, Eri smiled at Bakugou as he moved to make space for her, the girl was a fan of his after all.

“It just pissed me off how… forget it, I don’t have to explain myself to you”

“It’s also inappropriate to say around children” Kirishima chimed in before he could stop himself. The blonde almost choked on the beverage, spewing and coughing as he shoot a look towards the redhead, the others looking dumbfounded as to why that would be. Aizawa was looking with a different emotion, having heard of the quirk that Bakugou got hit with and was putting two and two together.

“Oh… um… I mean, he just got more… vulgar. Yeah. Feral, kind of. It’s a dangerous quirk for a kid to have.” Kirishimas face almost matched his hair as he took a large bite of his sandwich, his eyes looking anywhere but the blonde as he spoke.

“It wasn’t that… shut up. I swear worse at you when you leave your shitty hair in the damn drain.” He hissed out, avoiding eye contact with their old teacher as he hoped the old man hadn’t heard exactly what the quirk actually did.

“Bakugou. Language” Eri scolded, her own sandwich being carefully eaten as she stared up at him and getting a scoff in amusement from the blonde. She was getting quite cheerful as a 10-year-old, but with a strong moral compass. Aizawa had taken good care of her.

He couldn’t evade the stares, so trying to get the subjects somewhere else would be his best bet “When did people have to leave again? We got the rooms until tomorrow morning, right?”

“Yeah. Are you still driving us, Kachan?” Kaminari finished his own food and was picking at a piece of cookie from Seros plate. Taking half for himself with just a slight gruntle from their tall friend. Bakugou didn’t care what their relationship was, if Denki had tried to take his, he would have made the Pikachu buy him a new one.

“Depends if you piss me off or not” He smirked at Kaminaris frown and small “That’s impossible”, But no sooner than he’d finished his drink the nausea hit him again. It was small at first and as he grabbed Kirishimas bottle of water to take a large gulp, he felt it settling for a moment before it grew again, and he could taste it in the back of his throat.

“Eri. Move.” Barking the command, he tried his best to keep a straight face, biting the inside of his cheek and gripping the bottle tighter as he felt his stomach twist and turn. His body moved before the girl even heard him, picking her up and plopping her back down so he could get out of the boot. He had no idea where the nearest toilet was, but his eyes searched as he walked with quick heavy steps towards the back of the café, not caring about the others calling for him in question to the sudden change in mood.

He was lucky there was a door there with a sign, and there was no one inside as he dived for a stall without locking the door behind him.

It took five minutes before he heard a sound behind him and a hand was rubbing his back.  “Hey, bro. Try to breathe.”

tears were rolling down his cheeks as he dry heaved and another wave hit him. Kirishimas hand felt warm even as he gave a small sound of disgust at Bakugou continued to retch into the toilet bowl. “Sh-shut… ugh… go away”

“You’ve been feeling off since yesterday, right? Want me to take you back?” Kirishima wasn’t a squeamish person, but he still had to keep his own lunch down if he heard or saw someone puking in front of him.

The blonde reached up to flush the toilet as he felt like he was done, taking a swig of the bottle he’d taken with him. Bakugou gratefully accepted the wad of toilet paper that Kirishima had prepared, wiping his face and anywhere there had been splash back.

“I’m fine.” The hand held out to help him up, on the contrary, was thrown off as he started to stand, “I can go by myself”

Taking deep breaths, he frowned at the stench coming from the room, it had his stomach turn again and his hand coming up to cover his nose and mouth. Kirishima was hovering behind him in the little cubicle, making sure Bakugou wouldn’t keel over as he walked him to the sinks.

“You sure, Suki? I won’t mind skipping out on the others for you, dude”

“Just tell them I’m leaving. No need to make a scene” He mumbled as he watched Kirishima behind him in the mirror, the concern on the redheads face clear, until he caught Bakugou staring and there was a forced smile instead.

“I’ll call you later if something’s wrong. I’m fine.” The hand on his back felt like a lifeline, when it left he felt cold, and a protest lingered on his togue only to be swallowed with a swig of water. “My stomach is just acting up”

“My room is right by yours, you know”

“Stop looking like that shitty Eijiro. I’m a grown ass man, I can take care of myself.” The way he leaned over to give a peck on the redheads cheek was quickly halted and he brushed past the bigger before he could linger on what he had almost done.

Ignoring their table Bakugou left. Walking up the road and taking a right, then through the hotel lobby, up the three flights of stairs and into his room. His face hit the pillow and the scream he let out still rang around the room however muffled it was. He had fucking tried to kiss the redhead!

There was definitely something wrong with him. There had to be for him to have done such a thing and not think of the consequences. Kirishima had been so nice to him, and he had taken it as something else again like he did when they were in high school. He knew better than that, he’d asked the redhead directly if he was gay and the dude had said he wasn’t. Then when Mina asked them about their previous crushes or relationships Kirishima had told them how he liked strong independent girls but also had had a crush on some cute ones from time to time. What he’d described had made Bakugou sure that the guy was only immensely kind to him and that that was it.

Kirishima might have slept with him that one time, but Bakugou had literally begged him for help. He could remember some snippet of how the bigger had looked at him that first night. That beautiful face scrunched up in a frown with eyes that looked like they really didn’t want to. The blonde couldn’t understand how Kirishima had managed, but then he couldn’t remember much of the nights besides feeling extremely horny and desperate. The warm touches and the way Kirishima filled him up.

A shudder ran through his body. He really had to be out of his mind. There was still that horrible taste in his mouth, he felt like shit, but somehow his body reacted at the memory and now he had a hard on.

Bakugou laid curled up in his sheets after cleaning up and changing his clothes. Some random program on the tv prattling on in the background, his mind kept wandering and he kept recalling every instance of idiocy he’d ever done in his life.

His phone rang out that dumb ringtone Kirishima sat for himself, something preppy and sweet with a catchy tune that really fit the redheads personality, not so much Bakugous.

Kirishimas call was left to ring out over and over again until the blonde decided he should say something. “Deep breaths” he reminded himself, picking up and grumbling into the receiver “Sleeping.”

At the other end of the line Kirishima scoffed out a laugh. “Sorry. I’m heading upstairs. Got you some stuff for your tummy. So let me in when I knock”

“Don’t wanna” The blonde whined into his pillow, pout showing up in his voice and he promptly shut his mouth before he could say anymore. It had sounded so far from himself he almost wondered if he really was sick. Kirishima hadn’t said anything back, so the blonde took the opportunity to clear his throat, “I’m fucking fine. Just leave it outside”

“Dun wanna.” His voice mocked the blondes slip up, although it didn’t feel malicious, but more like he was happy about Bakugou acting that way towards him “We need to take your temperature and get some fluids in you before I’m satisfied.”

Ears and cheeks heating up at the statement, Bakugou opened his mouth to retort when there was a knock at the door, and Kirishimas voice fluttered from the other side as well as through the phone “Open up, Suki.”

It was definitely some kind of power move. Bakugou was certain of it, but his feet moved him before his mind, and so the door opened to let the big hunk inside. “I’m really fine”

“Did you drink something after? I know water is fine, but I got you some sports drinks as you might get dehydrated.”

“Eiji…” he groaned, the redhead stepping inside before Bakugou had invited him.

“I also got you some tasty crackers, and some heating and cooling pads for you.” Kirishimas hand was at his waist. The door locking behind them with a low click.

 “Eijiro”

“Fever reducers, if you feel like it’s coming on, and-“ “Eijiro!” Snapping at the redhead, Bakugou snatched the bag from him. Dancing out of reach before he could keep rambling about the contents.

“I don’t need this! Just get out!” The yelling and glares had absolutely no effect on his friend. The man still smiling sweetly at him even as his eyes turned serious.

“Kats. I’m not leaving you alone like this.” Hands gripped his shoulders, leading him to the bed. The firm hold familiar as the one he used when he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. And however much the blonde tried to throw them of the redhead didn’t let him until he had sat down and started to sip from one of the bottles he’d brought. “If you’re sick, I’d like it if you could lean on me a bit, even if we only see each other once in a while. When I’m there, I’ll help you. And if I’m far away I’ll try my best to get where you are. Ok? Now drink up and eat your crackers. Leaving your stomach empty might just make you feel even worse.”

 “You’re horrible…”

“I know. But I got to take care of my boy when I can” Kneeling down in front of him Kirishima waited until he was done to take the bottle, hands feeling his forehead and cupping his face in the process. “Get changed, then lay down. We got to check your temperature. You felt a bit warm, and you really look exhausted, Suki.”

“Then leave me, so I can sleep” There was a cracker held out for him with those dark amber eyes watching him until he took it, nibbling a corner.

“Dun wanna” the redhead grinned, “I’m going to stay here and take care of the most important person in my life”

“Yeah? That’s a shit life… you should hurry up and get a girlfriend” It was like Kirishima was trying to confuse him, always saying such stuff without actually meaning it. It got his hopes up for nothing and hurt just as much every time.

“… Nah, I’m good with you” The redhead hummed. His broad back turned to the blonde as he kept rustling through the bag while Bakugou pulled of his clothes. He didn’t turn back until the blonde was dressed again and laying under the sheets, a thermometer and coolingpad in hand.

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It was early morning when they met for breakfast the next day. Bakugou got a good few hours of sleep in the afternoon, and he didn’t feel too bad after Kirishima had been there to take care of him. Besides being slightly nauseated at times and having to use the toilet a lot more frequently. He blamed the 3 bottles of sports drinks the redhead had forced him to keep drinking. But then again it was better than him getting dehydrated. The dinner had also been fine. Kirishima having popped out and back to fetch him some easy rice-porridge, and something for himself that didn’t smell or taste too bad.

He might have gotten an even better sleep if the other hadn’t insisted on staying. Sleeping with their backs together, and the redhead in only his boxers as he snored away in Bakugous bed, sometimes turning and moving in his sleep and making the blonde overly conscious when a hand slung over his middle or Kirishima snuggled up against his back. He’d barely gotten any sleep that night.

Waking up early he left before Kirishima could catch how he’d turned into the redheads chest in his sleep. How he’d nuzzled against him upon waking up to breath in the musky scent of earth and Kirishimas citrus soap. He had wanted to stay there a while longer. The comfortable heavy arms and blankets embracing him. Kirishima was a heavy sleeper, but it had only been seconds after he sat down, with Deku and Iida, that he saw Kirishima stepping into the breakfast hall. Looking like he had hurried to get ready and dressed in one of the blondes oversized t-shirts.

Slowly and steadily more of their classmates, that had stayed the night, joined them for breakfast. He had filled his tray with all the good things when Kirishima leaned over to warn him from eating anything too heavy, slapping hands away as they were about to take away and replace what he had found for himself at the buffet. He was grateful the redhead worried, but he himself knew what he could and couldn’t eat. The rolled eggs and half of the side dishes did get pushed towards the redhead after he took a bite, but other than that he had managed to finish his meal without problem. Kirishima didn’t even mind as he ate more than his fill, sneakily making sure that they wouldn’t get caught by the others while he leaned against the blondes side, picking up quickly on what he couldn’t stomach.

Packing up they headed down for checkout at the promised time and then said bye so they could go to their respective cars or rides. Kirishima hadn’t returned the shirt he borrowed and was still wearing it as they took the elevator down. Not that it really mattered, Bakugou had enough of the redheads clothes at his place and vise versa, he’d just pick it up the next time he visited.

Kaminari talked away about something Bakugou didn’t care about, watching the blonde sort their baggage in the trunk, not happy with how it was cutting off his sight. His phone buzzed twice on top of his bag, and without looking he waved a hand towards the electric blonde with a grumble, waiting for it to be handed over.

"”Hey. Would you like to meet up at the club tonight? Or we can meet there again if you feel like it.”” Kaminari read from the phone, looking over to see Bakugou staring wide-eyed at him. “Kachan? What's this app? Are you hooking up with someone?"

"What the?! Don't look at peoples stuff without permission!" Kaminari jolted as he slammed the trunk shut, stomping towards him.

"You told me to read it for you!"

“I told you to hand it over!” He could feel the anger and embarrassment brewing together. It was private and something he didn’t want others to know about. The Kirishima-look alike was the only one he could think of that would send that. They weren’t supposed to send him messages, they had agreed that only Bakugou would contact him.

"Dude, you meet this guy a lot. The timestamps are widely apart but there's so many requests for same place same thing over and over... Is it like a special club?"

"Don't. If you don't know it, don't search for it, don't go there, don't think about it. Just forget you ever saw anything." The others in the car hopefully hadn't heard them, if anyone knew he'd used that place for the last two years when he felt like doing stuff, he would never be able to live it up.

"Fine... I was just curious." Denki pouted, "Are we heading out now?"

"yeah" He grumbled. His glare still on the smaller as he locked his phone and pocketed it.

About to get into the driver’s seat Bakugou was stopped by an arm at his door, preventing him from getting in. Stepping in front of him Kirishima shook his head no. Leaning in to talk to the ones in the back, “Sero. Do you mind driving you guys today? Katsuki’s been sick the whole weekend so let him rest. Do you still have the medicine I got you yesterday?”

“What? Since when were you sick, Kachan?” Izuku voice drowned out Seros affirmative as he started to get out. From the other side of the car Kaminari watched the two, staring each other down, at the driver-side with the redhead looking unbothered at Bakugous weak glare.

Bakugous eyes were on the redhead that kept blocking the car door, one arm at his waist to keep him from moving away. A thumb gently rubbing circles at his lower back. Making him feel less and less like wanting to oppose. “I can drive my own damn car”

“Nope. Not today.” Sero stepped behind them, waiting patiently as Kirishima had gone into his protective mode, eyes stony in their warmth as he stared down the blonde like only he was allowed to do, “Katsuki. Your keys, please.”

“You’re not even riding with us” His voice low and poisonous the blonde smacked the arm before him. Grumbling as it hardened he set off a small explosion against it.

“Don’t destroy my jacket. Get in the back and get some rest. Sero can drive you home today and then bring the car around tomorrow. If you need to go to the hospital, then give him a call”

“I’m not sick” He hissed out, fingers gripping at the puffer jacket and giving of more tiny fireworks that would surely singe the fabric if he didn’t hold back.

“Stop that. If you don’t want him to drive you, then I’ll do it. But then I have to stay over for a night, I’ll be late for work tomorrow” he was guilting him into doing something again, Bakugou knew that. The worst part was that it was working.

Begrudgingly he threw the keys at soy face, stomping his way to the cars backdoor and sitting down beside Izuku. All the way grumbling about stupid shark shitty hair acting like he owned him or something. Even if he was grateful the redhead cared for him, he still couldn’t get used to being completely toppled over and how his mind shut down to comply when the redhead told him what to do, or when he asked something of him. Even if it had been years since it started happening.

As Sero drove the car, Bakugou was a little grateful as he settled in the backseat. being able to take it easy and take care of the exhaustion that suddenly hit him once he sat down. The nausea was still there, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. The way he was suddenly started craving something sweet was more concerning, as he was certain he’d just throw it up if he got some.

 "How do you feel, Kachan?" Deku glanced over from beside the blonde, Kaminari in the front picking out their music for the trip.

"I'm fine. Just nauseated... Like getting hit by a car or something..." he grumbled, eyes closing as he took deep breaths.

"Tell us if you need to barf and we'll pull over." Sero said from the front. Making sure he was driving at his best and taking care not to make any sudden turns. Of all of their friends, Sero might be the only person besides himself, and Kirishima, he'd trust with his car.

"Mn... Yeah... I'm going to take a nap. Don't leave crumbs in here, or I will kick you out" the threat was directed at Denki and his bag of snacks, the bag having been supposed to be in the trunk suddenly at the front passenger seat.

"Aww, don't be like that. I'll be sure to be careful. Tell me if you want something. Ei also gave us some packs of medicine if you need it. Oh, and I got soda. It can help with nausea” He didn’t trust the smaller blonde to actually keep his word. There would be crumbs in his car, he just knew it. But then again he didn’t really care that much, it would just be a pain to clean up later on.

"It better do. Hand me a bottle." He grumbled, holding a hand out for the drink.

"Here. Don't drink too much too fast, or it's gonna have the opposite effect"

"Shut up. I'm not an idiot" he scowled, taking a few sips of the coke before placing it down, settling back into his seat to get his nap. "Wake me when we get close"

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It took a few more days before he got a break from feeling sick. He almost contemplated calling in sick from work some of the days, but mostly it was just when he ate that his stomach didn’t agree with him. In some ways he had managed to find a way around the nausea and what triggered it. The stronger the smells and the spicier it was, the more it triggered his food poisoning.

Like Kirishima had said, leaving his stomach empty made it worse and keeping with plain foods made it less bad and more manageable than if he indulged in what his cravings wanted.

He’d learnt it the hard way when he had indulged in his extra spicy Mapo Tofu. The tabasco sauce had been shelved for the moment, until he could handle it again. Fried food seemed to be off the menu as well, all but tofu. Which had wormed itself into more recipes than he cared for as a replacement.

Another week went by of nothing but issues. He had believed he’d found a compromise, but then suddenly everything turned and he seemed to be rushing to the bathroom at any food that wasn’t flavorless.

A few days later he had gotten up at 3 at night as his dreams kept making him hungry and he felt like he really needed something sweet. The batch of chocolate chip cookies had been fine enough to make, but after eating his fourth and fifth cookie while watching some random late-night show he had felt his stomach turn again and regret sat in, making him swear off sweats until he felt better.

Speaking to a doctor was the least he wanted to do over something so small, and just as he considered it the nausea started to ease. He could eat almost anything he wanted again after weeks of holding back and with little complaint he let himself indulge in the pleasures of good food again.

His mind kept throwing suggestions at him whenever he walked by the markets and soon the tofu and bland vegetables had turned to him cooking all the recipes he loved, and him experimenting with different things. Extra spicy, and with a lot of different flavors and textures. The fried foods still had him occasionally feel a bit off, but he figured he could work around it with oven bake instead of frying it and get that same crispy outside.

The midnight snacks had almost become a bad habit when he first started to see the changes in his body. His stomach jutting out more than he could hold it in, his suit seemed tighter than usual in both the chest and waist and he couldn’t help but feel he might have overdone it by letting himself let go to his urges.

So when Kirishimas yearly Valentines present showed up at his door, he almost cursed the redhead for the large pink box of his favorite sweets. The inside was scattered with rose petals that assaulted his nostrils more than the bouquet the redhead had sent with it last year.

It had started in their second year when some first years had gifted him chocolates. Crowding the hallway after lunch as they got back, and handing it to him without many words and a lot of flustered stumbling. Kirishima had stood in the doorway, waiting to tease him about the Valentines gifts, only to stop when Bakugou dropped them at the teachers desk. A small grumble of, “you should have it” leaving him before he went back to his seat.

The day after Kirishima was standing at his door. Smiling shyly, he held up a bag of discount chocolates as he invited himself in, saying they might as well eat some together. Since Bakugou didn’t want to accept it from a stranger. He’d recuperated on White day with a homemade batch of sweets, filled with surprises that had the redhead suspicious of his next bite, but eating it with a grin, nonetheless.

Years later they were still doing it. Kirishima would send him or gift him chocolates the day after Valentines, and when he came by the next time Bakugou would make him sweets or find other small trinkets to give around White day.

He had been notified by Kirishima when it was supposed to arrive, the redhead waiting for him to respond as always. His grumpy eyeroll sticker was soon met with a caller-id and the happy tune of Kirishimas ringtone.

“You know, you don’t have to keep the joke up with all these romantic details. Someone would think we were actually dating.” He scoffed, not bothering with the greetings as he carried on inside to his living room.

Kirishimas light chortle had him melt just a little. “Don’t be like that, I know you like it. How’s the chocolate? I got you some specialty ones this time. There’s a ginger one and a chili one. I felt it was a bit too much with it being 60%, but you’ll like it”

“Haven’t tried it yet. Stuff just arrived.” Picking at the petals and wrapping paper he carefully removed the sticker on it. The heart sticking to his fingers as he tried to place it elsewhere.

“Oh yeah? Then why don’t you have some now?” He could hear calls in the background, someone talking to Kirishima from close by in hushed tones and the other answering them similarly.

“Maybe… What’s up? Are you calling while out on duty or something?” Rustling through the box he pulled out the two bars. The dark wrapping, contrasting with the pictures on the front and the gold lettering.

“Nah, I got an appearance on some show going on today. It’s airing live in not too long if you have time to watch it..?”

“What channel?” He hummed as he settled at his couch with the box, snapping off a piece of ginger chocolate to taste as he listened to Kirishima explain the time and where to watch it. Also, all the details of what it was and what he was expected to do and what he hoped would happen. It sounded like fun, for the redhead, not for himself. He absolutely hated those talk shows and gameshows where the point was to get under the persons skin. It always made him blow up and cause someone to cry. And the gameshows were never something that actually showed off his skills. If he couldn’t win, then there was no point in joining.

He felt a slight pang as he taught about it, how many problems he had made for his friend over the years. He really wanted to be more supportive of him in return, but seeing him on the screen he felt like he didn’t have to. Kirishima was doing fine. He always knew what to say or how to act in front of the camera in comparison to the blonde. Even while being asked some of the weirdest questions and doing the silliest things in front of a live audience, just to make heroes look good.

Settling down with his lunch and snacks the blonde turned on the channel where the show was happening. Watching Kirishima and a few other heroes stepping on the scene and getting introduced.

"Red riot. It’s Valentines. And I believe a lot of people wants to know. What kind of person is your type?" The interviewer asked. Her arm locking around Kirishimas as a way to get him flustered, like she had done to most of the shows guests. Flashing her pearly whites and sidling up in her pretty red suit that matched Kirishima too well.

 "My type? Well... Obviously, someone kind. Strong willed, and able to speak their minds. I wouldn't mind them being cute and sweet either... with a bright personality that can cheer me up when I’m feeling down. They know what to say and do and will always be by my side… Even if they might be a little crass with others they have an adorable side and always think of me and others. Which isn’t always great as they sometimes neglect themselves, but they try to take the world head on and that’s something I really admire,"

“Red riot. It seems like you are speaking of someone special. Do you have a girlfriend at the moment?”

“What?! No-no. I don’t have a girlfriend! I mean I do have some girls I look up to. But none of them are more than friends… I might have someone in mind, but they don’t seem to be at the same page yet…”

“Not yet? So, there is a girl?” More than a few looked surprised and intrigued, leaning in close as if that would let them in on a secret.

“I- um… that- ehehe... No that’s… Ehehe” The sheepish way he rubbed his neck made it pretty clear, and Bakugou really just wanted to turn it off. His mind going over the conversation again and again with his mind going back to what he remembered from their highschool days when Kirishima had stated how a girl from the support class had been cute and how she was really something else.

The chill flakes stabbed his mouth and throat as he swallowed the chocolate. Kirishima was talking so openly about loving someone on tv. He was declaring his love for some extra he didn’t know about and was being so obvious about it, it felt like a punch to the gut.

Bakugou felt the nausea hit again, for more reasons than one. Slumping towards the toilet he half-listened as Kirishima and the interviewer talked on. Some other extras joining in to get the other to open up more and urging him to tell them.

He could barely hear them as he forced himself to retch into the bowl. Drowning out Kirishimas warm voice talking about loving someone that wasn’t him. Just like he had in their second year. The kind Kirishima that had treated him so good it hurt.

“I have someone I’m waiting for… I thought of giving up a long time ago, but the way they keep showing me how much they love me, makes me want to wait until they are ready. I don’t think my feelings will change anytime soon since no matter how hard I tried they just never left my mind. I know that might sound a little sappy and idiotic, but that’s just how it is for me. No-one has ever gotten close to being so important to me, and I’m fine with waiting until they can sort their feelings out even if it kind of hurts sometimes. I just wish they will be comfortable enough soon so that we can call it official.”

He didn’t want to hear it, the snippets he had feeling worse and worse until he could turn the damned thing off. Kirishimas warm amber eyes staring at him through the screen as it turned black.

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Stepping into the alley towards his destination Bakugou was sure to keep his hood pulled tight and his mask high. The temporary brown hair dye and glasses were just a precaution. His clothes so far from what he usually wore making him even more unrecognizable. The bright streets of neon lights were as blinding as he remembered. Signs pointing and people yelling towards their bars, trying to get people to come in, was something he had hated from the first time he went there. But it had a sort of anonymity he needed for what he wanted. If he just kept himself out of their reach and walked with purpose most left him alone.

Seeing the meeting place coming up he stopped. Halting his pace, his mind telling him to turn around and leave. He had promised Kirishima that he would be the only one. That if he ever felt like he needed to, then he’d call the redhead.

It had been days since it started. A little at a time. Dripping down until it overflowed.  Warming his belly and making his mind muddle and daydream about things he shouldn’t while patrolling. That urge to rut against his pillow as his mind went places and remembered touches that he should have forgotten.

He’d contemplated it. Sent a text asking when Kirishimas next time off was. Asked him if he was busy and how he was doing with work. The fact that the other was swamped only made him want to bury himself for even thinking it. He couldn’t ask him again.

Kirishima hadn’t wanted it. He had acted on Bakugous impulses and helped him because that was who the redhead was. A hero. A friend. One of the kindest people on earth. Bakugou couldn’t burden him to do it again. It wasn’t as bad as before, he could deal with it himself. It wasn’t an emergency, and Kirishima was busy.

 Slowly moving forward, he spotted the guy. His dark red hair short and groomed, that toothy grin just a little off from Kirishimas. He looked polished for someone just meeting a booty-call, an office worker that wanted to let loose without the risk of getting caught on a weird app and not catch an STDs by keeping a regular partner.

They had met at the same place a few times. It always took the blonde aback when he got there. Seeing the receptionist hidden behind a wall, only being acknowledged by the doors sliding open for them to choose a room. The Kirishima lookalike didn’t sling his arm around the blondes shoulder or talk his ear off like Kirishima would. They merely walked together until they reached the room. Hands were left to roam once the door closed, getting each other’s coats and undressing without haste, a slight exchange of words to make sure things were alright and that they were on the same page.

He would keep his turtleneck on, the tight shirt there to hide his scars once they were doing the deed. He didn’t mind if the other guy was nude, but he wanted to keep himself from any possible scandals. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the man, but at the same time, he had some setbacks about letting it be known that Dynamight was on a gay dating site. Looking for a regular hookup, with someone looking like his best friend Red Riot.

At the start he’d been overly cautious, making him keep a blindfold on and his hands tied. He’d gagged himself and made sure to keep his quirk under control. But after a few times they had a mutual understanding. Bakugou got to keep his shirt and mask on and the Kirishima look-alike got to fuck him until they were both satisfied. As long as it felt good he was fine with it. Kirishima wasn’t the only one for him, he was just the one he wanted the most.

“I wasn’t sure if you were coming today. Since you kept refusing me the past few months,” It felt like a dig at him. The tone just that slightly bit too offended, like he was blaming the blonde instead of appreciating the opportunity.

“I had work.”

 A hand ran up his spine and he wanted to throw it off. The cold fingers ticklishly soft as they traced patterns up and down his ribs, “I get that. But I’m glad you decided to come. It’s been so long, I’m feeling a little pent up.”

“So? You’re free to jack off whenever. It’s not my problem” the hand left and he almost let out a sigh of relief. Kirishimas lookalike had never been an extremely affectionate person. He was there to fuck. He knew how to do it and he was good at it, but he had boundaries and respected Bakugous as well.

“Yes, but we agreed that we wouldn’t sleep around. So, it kind of is, your problem” He was starting to get on his nerves with that tone. Implying that Bakugou was supposed to be there at his beck and call, just because he was horny, was not their agreement. It was for the blondes satisfaction, not the other way around.

Clicking his tongue, he pulled out the condoms and lube from the dresser, “Tsk. Just get your fucking cock out already, before you make me mad”

It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it before, but turning around to see the other sitting there, hard and waiting, had him pause. It was so different from Kirishima. He had been gentle about it, making sure the blonde felt comfortable even as he pounded him into the nearest surface. He never made the blonde feel bad about them doing it. Like it was Bakugous fault, or that he had to take responsibility. His touch had been warm, the kind that made him want to melt into it. This man was touching him with lust only, tracing over hips and legs while pulling him in closer. The way his breath moistened the fabric at his stomach felt disgusting, and when he paused to remark about how he’d gained weight the blonde snapped. Slapping away those hands trying to pull down his boxers. He didn’t like it. It was too different from what he wanted. A quick fix to something that he didn’t know what to do with.

“I’m leaving. Don’t contact me again. I’m done with you” Pulling jeans and jacket back on he ignored the questions and increasing slander and insults hauled his way as he called the reception to be let out.

Walking out of the love hotel he felt like he could breathe again. He needed a shower and a bath, quickly. His skin felt like it was squirming where he’d been touched. He didn’t want anyone but Kirishima to touch him like that ever again. The memory of tan, calloused fingers were all he wanted. but there was no way he could call Kirishima to take care of his urges again just when he was busy. It was almost 6 hours from Kirishimas place to his. If he pulled the other away just because he was horny then he would definitely be hated.

Stopping in the middle of the street he watched a couple walking down stairs to a store with a large sign out-front. Telling passersby exactly what they sold in more words than needed. And selling exactly what he needed to take care of his ongoing problem.

He didn’t care to make someone else to deal with it for him. He just wanted his sunshine rock of a redhead. But there was no way he was going to ask him to come help him out. If he found one that was like Kirishimas that would just be a bonus. But for starters he needed something that would fill him up and last a long time.

It was around midnight when the blonde stirred. Sounds of someone moving through his apartment coming from the other side of his door. A glimpse of light had him open his eyes to scowl into the darkness. The familiar smell of earth and citrus fruits hitting his nose making him wonder if he was hallucinating when he saw the redhead stepping closer. Slowly and carefully settling at his bedside to brush hair out of the blondes face,

“I didn’t give you a key so you could… why are you here?” he scoffed, his body relaxing once he realized there was no danger.

“I saw you called me a few times more than usual. What’s up?” Kirishimas soft voice graced his ears, low and warm as he whispered his words so not to disturb the blonde.

“I… nothing… you didn’t have to come,”

“Katsuki… I told you I’ll come whenever you need me” Hands were stroking his scalp to his nape, the redhead leaning in closer as he hovered over Bakugou on the bed. “You needed me”

“I’m fine taking care of myself” their lips were getting close, Kirishimas breath mingling with his own.

“Is that why you planed to hook up with someone other than me?” the hand at his scalp kept gently stroking, the one at his shoulder pulling up his shirt and leaving electrifying shudders in their wake.

“I didn’t…” “I told you, that it was only me. You have me. You don’t need my lookalike, Katsuki. I’m going to make you feel all better” Leaning down to take a nipple in his mouth the redhead bit down around it, licking and kissing his way up to Bakugous mouth, swallowing all protest the blonde might have and melting them away with the kiss.

Hands were wandering below and above and Bakugou couldn’t remember when his clothes had disappeared. Kirishimas lips just felt so good. His tongue kept licking at that spot that had him arch into it, and before he knew it they had flipped and he was riding the redhead while moaning out his name. Kirishima slamming up into him with that slightly crooked smirk he got when he won something. His hands gripping thighs and eyes glued to him as he sang words of praise. The words not really registered in his mind, but it felt eerily like something he knew as it picked up in pitch and speed.

The happy tune beeped away at his nightstand, and with a slight groan Bakugou reached up to grab his phone, answering with a groggy “Mnh, yeah?” muffled by pillows and sheets that he’d wrapped tightly around himself.

“Sorry, did I wake you?“ the short laughter at the other end had him frown. Peering at the screen to see if it was early enough to scold his friend for waking him from his dream. It was not. It was past his alarm, and he really should have gotten up a while ago.

“Did you want something?” Rolling to his side he could feel pressure ease at his front, the dampness in his boxers and the sheets uncomfortably cold and sticky.

“Oh right, yeah. You remember how I said we had this huge job coming up?” Kirishimas voice felt light and airy compared to his dream version, full of excitement as he emphasized his words.

Lifting the sheets he spotted the problem there, tenting in his boxers with a wet spot that had him frown. His hands itched to do something about it as the deep voice spoke low and steady in his ear, making the morning-wood twitch with the dream still fresh in his mind.

“You see, we were able to take care of this mission without much problem. There was a dock full of illegal trade and we managed to take care of it before it got out to the public but-“ taking deep breaths the blonde tried to will it away, think of something else, keep his hand away from it as Kirishimas voice drowned on in his ears, “Kats, are you there?” the redhead asked after a slight pause of listening to Bakugous breathing.

“Mhmm… no.. I’m listening” He was listening. It was just that his imagination was making it way to hard to concentrate on the words.

“Good, good. Keep listening. Don’t go back to sleep yet.” Kirishima hummed, something rustling in the background as he moved about, it sounded like cereal being poured into a bowl. The redhead leisurely chopping something as he spoke and moved about, occasionally licking a finger or eating something. “Um where was I, oh right. So, we got the suckers that were in charge of it and everything got tied up nicely. I didn’t have to work up a sweat, pounding their asses in unbreakable mode. It mostly went off without a hitch, just a light scratch on my back. And I noticed how you kept hinting at if I was busy recently, and now I’m not. if you don’t mind-“

It was getting to much. The new images of dream Kirishima invading his head, while real Kirishima was talking in his ear with that low, husky voice of his. Trying to keep his excitement down and not speak too loudly, only to make himself sound hotter in the process. Muffling a groan with his pillow the blonde rolled over to hug the duvet between his legs, lazily moving against it as Kirishima kept talking.

“Eijiro, if it’s not anything important. Can I call you back?”

“Oh, wait, wait. Are you fine if I come visit in a few days? I know that series you like came out with a new movie, we could go see it. Won’t you come with me?” It sounded like a great deal. If it wasn’t for how unimaginably horny only hearing the redhead made him. If they met up he wasn’t sure how he would react.

“Hey Katsuki? I don’t mind if you can’t yet, but I really want us to get together soon. I want to see you, bab-AH-! Fuck… the milk spilled. I got it all over me. Damn. Hey Suki. You’re fine with me coming early, right?“ His teeth bit into cotton. The redhead really had to stop making everything he said sound like an inuendo. It was like he was doing it on purpose, and it was making his body move without permission when he heard that deep raspy voice dip to a growl at the spilt milk only to grumble in that soft tone again.

“Mnhmm- yeah. Whatever you want” His voice felt too breathless, a pitch too high to be comfortable. The images of his redhead covered in white liquid and coming muddling in his brain, making it hard to keep the conversation going. “I’ll text you my schedule… damn. I got to go. Bye”

Kirishimas confused and hurried bye was barely heard before he hung up. Hand at his mouth and thighs smothering the duvet in a deadly grip as he tried to calm down. He needed a cold shower. Maybe a hot one with that thing he’d gotten. It hadn’t worked to well when he tried once he got home. The mood had gone away as he stood there washing the plastic after cleaning himself so thoroughly his skin felt sore. But with the images still in his mind and his lust having reached peak, he felt like he could do it. He shouldn’t use Kirishima to jerk off, he knew that, but it was the only thing that had worked for him through the years. As long as the other didn’t know, then he would be fine. They were still friends, and he would make sure not to mess up any further once Kirishima came by to visit.

Kirishima was at his door a week later. Hands pulling him into a hug before Bakugou could stop him. The smell of Kirishima hit his nostrils, the warmth of Kirishima and the feeling of him under his fingers. Bakugous body melted into those arms like it was where he belonged. He wanted to belong there, and he was glad the redhead didn’t let go until he decided he had to pull away.

“Hey. Are you ready for some fun bro-bonding? I got the tickets and a reservation for us for tonight” He beamed as they walked inside. A slight hesitation being disguised as him untying his shoes as eyes roamed the hallway. The blush creeping onto the redheads face telling he clearly remembered what had happened the last time he was in Bakugous apartment.

“I’m free today, but I still have to get going early tomorrow. You said you wanted to help out, right? Jeanist was happy you wanted to.” Bakugou could relate to Kirishimas reaction. He had more than once stopped as a memory appeared in his mind of them going at it on every surface possible through the small apartment.

“Yeah. I haven’t been at the agency in a while, and I’m going to check out what Denki is up to as well. It will be nice to see who I can find while out and about.” That meant they probably wouldn’t be hanging out to much. He had looked forward to Kirishima and him patrolling together like old times. Teaming up and taking down enemies by reading each other perfectly.

“Treasure hunting your friends? I guess it could be fun. But you’ll mostly be patrolling, so don’t forget that”

“I won’t. I won’t.” He chuckled, stepping closer while hoisting his bag higher onto his shoulder. Surveying Bakugou in his sweats and death metal singlet, “I’m gonna go get ready. Are you wearing that to our date or should I find you something less casual? It’s a real fancy ass restaurant.”

“I’m not. You said it’s a Yakiniku place. I don’t think that warrants fucking formal wear” He grumbled, the idea of having to dress up not appealing to him as he didn’t feel that great in his skin at the moment, ”Don’t call it a date… “

The redhead walked past to the guestroom, his laughter filling the room as he glanced back to see Bakugou sulking out in the hallway and staring him down as if waiting for answers. “Whatever you say, Suki. Are you going to watch me change or go get ready? I don’t mind if you just stay there staring, but I might close the door.”

Flinching back, he turned away. Pausing before letting his gaze turn towards Kirishima as he lifted his shirt, only to be rewarded with a wink as he was caught. The blonde storming off to his own room to get ready. He knew the other was just joking to diffuse the awkwardness, but it still had his heart racing whenever he did.

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The early march air felt crisp against his cheeks as they stepped out of the car. Kirishima had chatted about nothing the whole way as he drove. The blonde having been mostly quiet if not a few interjections and indications he was listening. It didn’t matter that he was checking his phone and looking outside, his whole focus was on the redhead. The small movements he made, his hesitation and slight glances towards Bakugou being hidden as him checking the road. His cheeks had tinted pink since the apartment, and he kept worrying his lip and tapping the steering wheel out of tune with the low music. Ever since Bakugou had denounced their outing as a date he’d seemed a little down. Kirishima still kept up the preppy appearance, but the calmness in him seemed forced.

“Where were we eating again?” Bakugou asked, stepping towards the stairs leading from the parking garage to the streets.

“Just a small restaurant down by the park. I’ll lead the way. I went there last time I was in town and their BBQ is to die for. I mean, I still prefer your food, but this is easily a runner-up” The redhead beamed as he stepped in to sling an arm around the others shoulders. It felt like it fit perfectly right there, and the others body heat was more than welcome.

“I don’t remember there being a Yakiniku place around there”

“Well… it is, but it’s not exactly… They have a few more dishes and it’s kinda exclusive. That’s why I told you to dress nicely, bab-ro” The way Kirishima cleared his throat had him tilt his head in question. The other had done that from time to time, making another weird nickname from his last name and the bro at the end. It didn’t bother him, but he didn’t exactly enjoy the name either.

Walking in silence Bakugou watched the other closely, his hands animated as he explained the plans for the evening and leading them towards the restaurant. It was tempting to wrap his own arms around the others waist. If he slipped his hand under the puffy jacket the redhead wore he might feel his hot skin against his hand. He had the excuse of having forgotten his gloves. Kirishima wouldn’t mind, but they were too public. If there were any nosy fans or paparazzi around they would definitely have some rumors going around if he did. Kirishima was known for being clingy with his friends, Bakugou not so much.

Kirishimas shirt was so soft. His own pockets felt cold in comparison. The way he twitched and straightened slightly as fingers spread out underneath it only making it easier to feel the heat against his palm.

Kirishimas smile as he turned towards him looked a bit crooked. He had stopped talking, but his brow rose like he expected an answer to some question. Ears and cheeks flushed a deeper hue than the air would have made them.

“What?” Bakugou scoffed.

“Nah, no… nothing…” Mumbling the words Kirishima took a second before continuing “Katsuki, you know I don’t mind it, but are you fine with so much PDA outside?”

“What PDA?” Blinking the blonde halted, realizing the way they had stopped in the middle of the park, the street they were headed for only a few steps away.

“Oh, right, ok, yeah. I’ll play oblivious if that’s what you want.” He scoffed, body turning to face the other. Cupping his elbows and leading the other hand to join the one inside the jacket, pulling it around the blonde as he did. “Is this better? It will be warmer inside, I promise”

“What are you-?“ Blinking the blonde felt his face flush. The way the redheads looked at him way warmer than the arms and jacket that shielded him from the evening air and any possible onlookers passing by.

“Hey, so I know I’ve said this before… and I didn’t really want to say it like this, but… why don’t we just date?”

“Kirishima-” “No, no, hear me out. I know you don’t have time for such things and you’re always saying you don’t feel romantic attraction, but I feel like-“ Jerking back Bakugou tried to throw his hands up, only to be held in place by the heavy arms of the redhead and the tight proximity they were in.

“Stop joking around! I know you like how we’re best friends and soulmates and whatever bullshit, but you like women. We work as friends because that is what we are.” He spat out the words.

“You don’t have to be so mean about it…” the tallers pout and whiny tone jolted him. Kirishima didn’t deserve it, but he had made the same joke over and over since high school, and he was getting sick of it.

“Fuck off. It’s the truth. There is nothing more you feel for me than friendship.”

“And what about you?” Kirishimas low voice had no bite, but the question felt like a slap.

“I don’t- It’s friendship… that’s all”

“Then why do you only let me do this kind of thing.” His arms tightened just a smidge, Kirishimas let out a sight, his face a mix of emotions that had the blonde shrink.

“You’re special is all” He couldn’t meet those eyes, the ones that seemed to stare straight into his soul and knew all his secrets before he had told them.

“I know. I’m your most special person. And this isn’t a date..?” he hummed, leaning closer until their foreheads almost touched. The streetlamps glimmering in those eyes that seemed to know the answer already.

“It’s not… call it whatever you want.” It had his stomach flutter whenever the redhead said it. Even if it was halfhearted and he knew it wasn’t the truth.

“What if I went on a date with someone else? Would you cheer me on again?” Kirishima hummed, his body leaning close enough that he blinked as he felt Bakugous stomach against him. It was a slight change, but from the last time they had gotten together it had not been that big.

Stopping himself the blonde bit back the words that wanted to spill. Nose scrunching up and nails digging into skin without him meaning to. “I would”

“Got it. So, you don’t mind if I go out with someone beside you, but you don’t like it”

“That’s not-!” “I’ll call this a date then. A date with my best-bro, most special person that holds me as his most special person, but not romantically. Is that better?” Kirishima sounded too sure of himself. His fingers rubbing into a spot on his back that had the blonde tense for a second before involuntarily relaxing against it.

“…fine… do whatever you want” Slipping out of the redheads hold Bakugou slinked towards the direction they had been headed, his face felt hot, his legs numb and his heart kept squeezing like his boots, he needed to break them in more, the leather felt so tight his calves were cramping, it was definitely not because of Kirishimas actions and words.

He had barely taken two steps before the redheads hand took his, stuffing them in his pocket as they walked towards the restaurant. The flutters in his stomach jabbed at his lungs, his hearth thundering in his ears. He could smell the food before they stepped inside, the host taking their reservation and jackets before leading them to the table.

Kirishima had been right in making him dress up. It was still quite casual, but he would have felt out of place in sweats. Kirishima was being extra careful with his touches as they settled in.

The partition walls sealed them off from the rest of the customers, but if someone were to lean over for a peek they would see the two heroes eating and talking between themselves. Small touches and expressions hinting towards a mood like one of a couple if a little awkward.

A sip of wine turned to a glass. The grill filling with meat and vegetables that all tasted amazing as the chef prepared it in front of them. Time flying by as they enjoyed their food until they had to leave for the movie.

The movie had been nothing special. He’d downed the small popcorn with little to no mind before the half point, turning to steal pieces from Kirishimas between sips of his drink. The redhead happily shared with him, if only with a slight remark that he could have eaten more before they left if he was hungry. He’d chucked a handful of popcorn at his face for that, rolling his eyes as they turned back towards the movie.

They had barely gotten out of the theater before Kirishima dragged him over to the arcade part. Bright machines whirring away, and teens turning gacha-wheels trying their luck for hero merch and other trinkets he didn’t really care for. It was the same kind he’d gotten his All-might trading cards from when he was a little brat, but he doubted he’d be lucky enough to get one now as the machines had been filled with newer heroes over the years.

“Damn. Why do they make these games so hard?” Kirishima groaned as he dropped the little toy for the fifth time. It was nothing he needed, just a small toy keychain. It didn’t even look that good. The whole claw machine was filled with what looked like the same round plushies if in different colors and animals. Some might have slightly different expressions, but mostly it was just the same derpy ones.

“You know you could just buy those, right?”

“No. That would be cheating. I’d rather want to get it myself” Kirishima let out a groan as the sixth try missed, the claw retracting and he scoured hiss pockets for more coins. “Just one more. hold on. I’ll get it this time for sure”

“Fucking… move.” Grumbling the blonde nudged him with his hip, feeding a coin into the machine and taking the controls for himself. “Which on did you want?”

“Hey!” There was a small steadfast until Kirishima gave, stepping close and wrapping an arm around his middle as he pointed towards the plush. It reminded him of a chihuahua. A light-colored ball that was supposed to be the head, with big ears and eyes, snarling at them through the glass.

“You sure?” He couldn’t say any of the others were better. A few reminded him of half-and-half or a certain nerd, but most were just random balls of plush.

“Yes. That one.”

It took little to no time before he had the keychain hooked, lifting and dropping it into the chute before claiming his prize and handing it to the redhead with a triumphant smile, “There, piece of cake. Tell me if you want something else, broom-head.”

Kirishimas timid smile and the way he had to hide behind his hand as his ears grew in shades of red had the blonde halt. He might have gone to far. Even if he was competitive, he didn’t need to humiliate the other over an arcade game.

“You’re making me swoon here, dude… that was so hot” The breath he was holding was swallowed as he saw the others face. Lip caught between teeth Kirishima glanced up towards the explosive blonde as he cradled the toy. The way his eyes gleamed, full of love and admiration was the same as they had always been, but somehow much clearer. “Yeah, this is the one I wanted”

“Oh, uh… good” The way his heart almost skipped out of his chest had to stop. Kirishima needed to stop. He was going to believe there might be a chance and he couldn’t have that happen. They were friends and that was it. If he had feelings for the redhead that didn’t mean Kirishima had the same feelings for him. He was kind to everyone.

He could stifle it if he tried. He had done it for years. But as Kirishima held the little plush toy up to his face and murmured “It looks just like you” He thought there might be some truth in the jokes. The small touches and the looks. Kirishima might just like him more than a friend.

“Like fuck it does…” The toy didn’t look at all like him if not for the color of his hair. Turning from the two he scoffed, a hand held out behind him as he waited for Kirishima to take it, “Let’s go. We still got work early tomorrow”

It might just be a wish dream, but if there was just the slightest chance then he would be stupid not to grab it.

All the way back to the car he let himself be swept along with Kirishimas words and actions. Kirishimas hand at his waist sliding to grasp his own in his pocket, not unlike how he’d done earlier, “Date privileges, right?”

The statement had him scoff, a smile twitching at his lips. Leaning into the others shoulder, Bakugou let his other hand slide up inside the puffer jacket, claiming it was just a way of huddling together for warmth.

He wasn’t all to sure what to do as they stepped through the doors of his apartment. If he was reading it wrong then Kirishima might be a little freaked out by the motion, but the last time he’d slipped up the other hadn’t seemed to mind. He had been more than ok with them making out when that quirk had hit him. There had been the occasional look that haunted his dreams, but Kirishima never denied him.

“I… the food was really good" his hands shook as he folded his scarf in the little hallway-closet. Kirishimas hum of approval behind him and the rustling of him taking off his jacket loud in his ears but still being drowned out by his heartbeat.

“I’m glad you liked it. I really enjoyed our little non-romantic date” Warm hands brushed against his as he handed over the hanger, lingering a moment before he turned to face the other. He had one chance, if he did it quickly it might not even register, but the risks and what ifs swarmed his mind. He could see the way Kirishima tensed, how he leaned back a little as he observed the blondes expression, taking a few seconds before he relaxed again.

He hadn’t expected him to lean over as he hung the puffer, lips pressing against cheek and foiling his plans in the process, stealing his move before leaning back with a grin. “Good night, Suki.”

“…Night” Watching the redhead scurry off towards his room and leaving the blonde by himself in the little hallway.

 The warmth spread through his body as he headed for his own room, brushing his teeth, washing his face and getting dressed for bed. Kirishimas soft lips seared his cheek. It had been so fast he almost didn’t register it, but it had been there. Kirishima had read his mind and done exactly what he had imagined doing. A quick peek goodnight, and then he had been off to bed. Bakugou had been the one that was supposed to do that.

Kicking his legs he rolled over as a pang of heartburn shot through him. The warm taste at the back of his throat stopping any unnecessary motions as his stomach rolled. There was no way the other didn’t have any feelings for him. If he really didn’t feel more than friendship then he was really stretching the definition.

He didn’t think sleep would come quickly to him that night, with all that was running through his mind, but before he knew it he was being woken to the smell of eggs and coffee. The morning sun shining low through a slit between his curtains. Kirishimas sing-song voice calling out that breakfast was ready and to get up and get dressed so they could head out.

He could barely recall how they had gotten there after he took a bite of his omurice. His hero outfit fitting snuggly as he pulled it on at Best Jeanists office building. Kirishimas cheerful voice somewhere in the back chatting along with his coworkers for the day. He might not be joining any big missions, but everyone still loved having an extra pair of hands onboard, especially when it was someone like Kirishima that could brighten any room.

They weren’t paired up for most of the day, leaving separately for patrols around the city with their respective teams with plans to meet for lunch and then Kirishima was off to look for their old classmates and do some patrolling of his own.

Settling at the couch of the office, with his paperwork for the day, after hours upon hours of nothing, the blonde froze. A sudden jabbing to his intestines making him shift in his seat, face scrunching up as he felt for it.

The feeling in his stomach was not the same uncomfortable cramps and nausea he had had for the past few months. He’d gotten used to it by then. Since the recent waves of heartburn stopped him form eating spicy food. The change of his diet to more bland food and more greens making him gassy from time to time.

The snacking had really done a number on him. He had never been one to gain weight, always being active and healthy. But after his release for Kirishimas visits had disappeared, any and all sexual frustration he couldn’t take care of himself, had been drowned in sweets instead. Luckily his wardrobe contained mostly lose clothes, but he’d had to go up a notch or two on his belt.

A few seconds later jabs turned to pressure and that bubbly feeling he’d gotten used to. Taking a breath, he reached down to rub over the spot, jumping up with a yelp as he felt something thumping his hand from the inside.

The few others at the office glanced his way as he did, a few of them raising a brow and trying to silently ask what was happening for the blonde to be so surprised and standing there wide eyed holding his stomach.

There was another one and he almost jumped out of his skin as it continued. Mouth agape and brain racking itself trying to figure out what exactly was happening. “There’s something… inside me”

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"What the hell do you mean too late?! I'm just supposed to let this tumor grow inside me until it- until what?! How the heck am I supposed to get this thing out of me?!" Bakugou cussed at the doctor. The shriveled-up old man sat there without so much as a glance up from his notes. His sneer clear as day.

"If you had caught it earlier, pills would have been an option. But there are laws in place. There isn’t enough information to remove it in the usual way from just the ultrasound and blood tests. We need to do a full scan and figure out a way before actually performing any surgery, it would have been a lot easier if you were born female. From what we know, you don’t have female organs. The pictures are just showing that there is a child growing somewhere in your lower abdominal. It’s a special case we haven’t seen before"

The way he looked at Bakugou had the blonds blood boil. He should have caught it earlier? He had no idea he was even capable of producing something like a baby. Up until 5 months ago he hadn't even been able to. And now the thing had grown so much he could see and feel it and had no option but to keep it or be a lab rat.

The grey pictures on the screen stared at him from across the desk as the geezer droned on. Staring down his nose as he explained that he should be more careful. That even if he was male. Even if he wasn’t likely to be pregnant from his lifestyle, there were high risks of STDS, and he should refrain from it as much as possible or be sure to have protection.

Grabbing his jacket, he stormed out without another word. His face warm and jaw tight as he stepped into the waiting room with hunched shoulders. He didn’t want to listen any further as the doctor kept patronizing him.

Best Jeanist looked so out of place in the waiting room, sitting there with his magazine and hero outfit. But somehow it felt welcoming. A familiar face that had his back.

“Let’s go,” His throat felt too tight, constricted. Like he couldn’t get the words out or breathe properly. Barely restrained tears blurred his vision and he really hoped it didn’t show. He couldn’t break down over something so small. He was a hero, it didn’t matter if people didn’t like him.

Looking up from his magazine the senior hero halted. His expression morphing from shock to concern as he saw the state of the blonde. He could imagine the older man having flashbacks to that time he’d been close to dying on the battlefield, with the way his arms reached out and his voice trembled just that tiny bit, “Dynamight… Bakugou. What’s wrong?”

“I… fuck… it’s nothing. I’m just… damn doc being all condescending, sucks ass.” He couldn’t stop the sniffle as it happened, a hand going up to wipe his eyes and nose before more happened. Glancing around the room he could see there were a few people sitting around waiting to be let in and seen. He didn’t need to wait all that long, as they had believed his appendix might have burst or there were something with his organs. Being a hero, he could have raptured something without noticing. So, they had to make sure that wasn’t the case and he wouldn’t bleed out internally in the hospitals waiting room.

Jeanist was glancing from the blonde to the hallway he’d just stepped out of. A nurse standing up from the front desk after a quick call, hesitating to call out to them, seeming a little intimidated by the two heroes. “Um… uh, mr. Bakugou. We can’t have you leaving just yet”

“Why the fuck not?!”

“Well, you have to… you’ve been referred to a specialist, and we need to figure out what time would work best with your schedule.”

“Specialist?” Stepping over to the counter the taller hero kept his eyes his eyes on the blonde in case he decided to bolt. He looked like he might, the way he was scrunched up and radiating uncomfortable. “If there is a specialist ready then he might as well go at once. I’m not going to pry about what it is, but I suggest you just make time as soon as possible. I’ll make sure he has time off for anything related to medical issues”

Trudging over Bakugou couldn’t help feeling trapped. The doctor had said he was too late to do anything about it. He had a baby growing inside him, and he had to just have it because it was too late to remove it. Thoughts swarmed his head about how and why and what until he managed to draw conclusions. He’d only had sex with two people in his life and that was Kirishima and the Kirishima impostor. He could have gotten it some other way, from how many weird quirks were out there, but there was no way of knowing if a random extra had done it in passing. The likelier option would be that it was a villain. But there had been no reports of a villain with impregnation powers that they had caught or heard of. The time was also lining up. Around 5 months. That meant October, around when he and Kirishima had been doing it. The quirk activated by love that had made him all weird, and the symbol on his stomach that changed the more they did it.

He couldn’t remember if they had used protection or not. It was likely they hadn’t from what he did remember. The feeling of need that had taken over his mind would have made it hard to prepare. There was no way Kirishima carried condoms on him just for a visit. He had some in his bedroom, but they hadn’t started in the bedroom, and he could recall that there had been a lot when he had to clean himself. They definitely didn’t use condoms.

Zoning back into the conversation Bakugou watched the small nurse waiting for an answer to a question about timing. He didn’t know. The closest time would be fine. He just needed to get out of there, do something about it. He couldn’t have a kid as a hero.

He was signing papers and being pointed to places before he knew it. Best Jeanist following him with growing suspicion as they stepped towards the maternity ward. “Dynamight. What exactly is… Why are we here?”

The longer the explosive blonde stayed silent the more worried he looked. His brows knotting as he tried to figure out what to say and what not to say. Technically, the man was his boss, his senior. He had been a good tutor and guardian when he was a teen, helping him figure out things about himself and ho to be a good hero, even if most of his teachings annoyed the crap out of him. He’d decided that there were worse places to intern and work at.

“I’m pre-…”It felt weird to say, the words getting stuck in his throat and leaving him unsure if it was actually right. A man that had no uterus or eggs that could produce kids, just a sudden fetus from an accidental collision and heated week with his crush of over 6 years.

“Pregnant”

“Right…” It took a moment for him to register the words, taking a doble take as he finally understood the meaning, “You- What?”

Stepping out of the elevator Jeanist had to hasten his steps to catch up with the blonde after a moment of standing there in shock. It had been an obvious conclusion from where they were headed and the indications. But the fact was that it was Bakugou they were talking about. A hot-blooded, short-tempered, 24-year-old with no interest in relationships. There had been one instance where he could remember the kid had sought advice on romance, but that had been so abrupt he wouldn’t even call it advice. A short question about whether jealousy meant they wanted to be more than friends. And now that child had said he was carrying a child.

“I’m pregnant. It’s… I got hit by a quirk that made me… that” speaking so quietly it was barely above a whisper felt foreign for the blonde, so unlike how the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight acted normally. He had times where he would turn serious or quiet, but not like that. The way he shrunk into himself, tense and looking like he wanted to run or cry was not him. “You don’t have to come with me. It’s just going to be more waiting around”

“Do you have anyone else that can be here for you?”  The tall man asked, his instincts telling him that things might go sour if he left.

“No”

“I’ll wait for you in the reception.” The hallways looked mostly the same through the hospital, but when they stepped through the doors to the maternity ward it was like everything got fluffier. It was still the same white walls and beige linoleum floors, but there were a few things like pictures and refreshment tables that made it all more comfortable.

“Thanks” It was barely heard as he settled in a chair by the new waiting room, not feeling comfortable walking into the one where all the expecting mothers and women were for their appointments. It wasn’t his domain. He would only stand out like a sore thumb.

The office felt completely different from the one he’d just been in. Filled to the brim with thank you cards and baby pictures. The obstetrician reminded him a bit of his school nurse or certain classmates with how she grinned at him, all warm, but with a knowing spark in her eyes.

“I’d suggest wearing a jockstrap to the endoscopy appointment. Unless you don’t mind having it all out. It can get cold and it takes a while as we are looking for something we aren’t too sure of. You don’t have a vagina, so a gynecologist wouldn’t be able to look at it as normally. We have had cases of people born with cloaca, and this might just be that sort of case. If that is the case we will continue your further appointments in a similar fashion. The possibility of using speculums to have a good look at the cervix and possible uterus would be the best. But if it isn’t a possibility we might have to figure out other ways of getting the tests done.” She was almost a little to exited from the prospect. Her bubbly personality and the way she maintained eye contact making him lean back in his chair with a frown.

“What if I don’t want to have a kid?”

“There are options. If you’d like to terminate the pregnancy then that is for you to decide, even if there are risks, as we do not know exactly what is happening inside your body. Or how it happened. This might be the only option for you to carry a child, but as you’re still young you will be able to have children in the future. Adoption, surrogacy, or the usual route.” It felt like a weight lifted off his shoulders only to be replaced by another one. He couldn’t have Kirishimas baby, if he did then he’d have to tell him. If he was to tell him, the redhead would definitely take responsibility. It was just his personality. Then he’d be stuck with the blonde. It would be entrapment.

But if it was Kirishimas baby, then getting rid of it didn’t feel right. The life growing inside him was a mix of them. A little part of them both. Proof that he loved him to some extent. He couldn’t give that up. “And if I kept it?”

Kirishima just couldn’t find out it was his.

"As your work is quite hazardous, I recommend a leave of absence to make sure the fetus doesn't get hurt in these important days. And we should do a complete checkup just to be certain it hasn't been harmed. Have you experienced any blows to the abdomen or torso in the last few months?"

Thinking about it Bakugou frowned. Since he started to feel so lethargic all the time he'd mostly done easier jobs. He’d still done his work well, but there had been no big fights. Besides the one where he'd gotten a stitch in his head. Then there was that one time he'd been thrown through a window from a wind quirk, but other than that he always managed to get the bad guys before they got him, "...No."

"Good, good. We're expecting to see a healthy baby then. When it comes to the delivery, you have options, in this day and age it's not unheard of to have a natural birth, even if male births are quite rare. We don’t know exactly how your body would change in preparation for the birth. A C-section is more likely to be considered when..." the words trailed on, but Bakugou couldn't listen anymore. His head hurt, his mind heavy with all the information.

He could gather they were wrapping up as the doctor started to list how important it was that he showed up to the next appointment with a definitive answer to how he wanted to proceed. Shifting through a folder and printing out the last papers that he would have to take with him. It had taken less time than he though, just a short talk. He guessed most of the tests had already been taken earlier. He’d spent most of the evening there after all. The clock ticking close to dinnertime and when most of the normal staff would leave.

There were still questions on his mind, but he couldn’t quite formulate them into sentences as they swarmed and conflicted and hazed over. There was one thing he had to know. "If say... If my partner wants to... Um... If he wants to do it. It's not going to hurt… it, or anything, right?"

The quirk had made him unbearably horny at the start, and for some reason he kept having pangs of extreme lust that didn’t seem to stem from anything. The toy in his nightstand had seen more action than he’d expected right before Kirishima came to visit, and it had been hard not to pull it out while he was there even if it had only been a day.

“Are you on the receiving end of the intercourse?”

“I- why do you-?” there was a pause as he thought about it, it was not supposed to be demeaning, it was only for the doctor to accurately know what to say, “yes.”

“It’s not uncommon for women in their second trimester to experience a spike in hormones that makes them crave intimacy. But as you are male, I am uncertain whether it would harm the baby or not. I recommend doing minimum as a preventative method and mostly keeping your activities from being too strenuous. That also includes exercise and hero work. I’ll get you a sheet of the acceptable exercises. If you wish, I’ll get you a pamphlet on symptoms and what to expect… and for how to deal with being pregnant. I recommend using lots of lotions and investing in some maternity clothes soon” She didn’t have to go far to fetch them, a large cabinet filled with different guides and brochures being exposed as she turned around to riffling through the drawers.

“And how exactly am I supposed to get that?” He scoffed. The racks at the mall when he’d gone shopping with his mom always seemed frilly and pastel when they passed the maternity sections. He hadn’t actually looked closely, but he couldn’t imagine himself in anything like that even for a second.

“There are a lot more types than you think, for non-binary and trans people and for people with different body types caused by quirks. I’ll write down some webpages for you. Sound good?” Already writing down some, she put the notes with the rest of his documents. Making sure it as right there at the top in bold.

“Yeah.”

“Good. Tell the receptionist to schedule your next appointments for regular checkups and one in a few days’ time for your decision, and so we can get you a proper body scan and see that everything is alright. If your partner wishes to join us for any of our future appointments, they are welcome to do so.”

“No, He won’t. It’s not that kind of relationship” He shouldn’t even have asked. He wasn’t going to do it with Kirishima again, and he could have just found the answer online. He didn’t even need to do anal in the first place, he could just make do with his hand.

“Here are the pamphlets, recommendations and your files, the x-rays and ultrasound pictures. Have a good day, Mr. Bakugou” Handing it all over she waited for him to get up before leading the way to the door. Making sure that there was room for him to ask anything he might wonder.

 The pamphlets seemed innocent enough as he looked through them, stuffing them back into the folder before he reached the ground floor. Stepping past the corner he was glad that the folder was just plain white on the outside, all of the information hidden inside and anonymous to onlookers. Kirishima sat not even five steps away from the doorway. Jeanist chatting with him with coffees and their bags from the agency. He was still mostly dressed in his hero outfit. The pants, boots and top being fine to do paperwork in. He’d pulled on his jacket before they left, but other than that he’d left his clothes at the office.

The redhead spotted him almost immediately, standing and calling his name while walking towards him. He felt like he’d gotten drenched in cold water. Kirishima couldn’t know. If he did then their relationship would be done. It would be changed forever and molded into something ugly, rooted in guilt and consequences.

He took a step back and Kirishima froze, his smile dropping as he watched the blonde freeze in his spot. He couldn’t stop himself as his body flinched at that warm, slightly hesitant voice saying his name again. Kirishimas hand stopping midair. He couldn’t meet his eyes. If he did then Kirishima would know. He’d know everything without the blonde even knowing how.

His glance towards Jeanist had the redhead follow, his whole demeanor on high alert. Jeanist instinctively knew to step in. His hand at Kirishimas shoulder to stop him from going anywhere as he explained in a calm quiet voice that Bakugou might be feeling a little off because of the quirk he was hit with.

“He’s not… What kind of quirk was it?”

“It’s nothing bad… he might need a lot of rest and downtime for a while. It would be good if you don’t push him about.” Their conversation barely caried, but he could pick up parts as they stood there. He had to move. Do something besides standing there, gripping his folder and trying not to panic. It felt like panic. His hero outfit was tight-fitting and his jacket was open. Kirishima would be able to see the baby bump.

The sign above him pointed to more wars than just the maternity one. He wouldn’t be able to pick it out of the lineup, but it was still there.

There was more hushed talking between the two, but when he moved closer he was met with silence. Kirishima looking a little tense but forcing a smile. His hands had burrowed themselves into pockets and he kept his distance as they walked to the company car. Best Jeanist driving them back to Bakugous apartment and letting them off with Bakugous reassurance that he was fine.

Stepping into the hallway he listened to the sounds of Kirishima taking off his shoes and straightening Bakugous before he went to hang his jacket. His voice was soft as he spoke about dinner and what they could do before he had to leave the next day, asking if Bakugou would be fine to be by himself or if he’d like the redhead to stay a bit longer. A hanger was held out for him, Kirishima keeping his distance in an attempt not to spook him like Jeanist had suggested.

There was no way he could take his jacket off. If he gave it to him then that would mean he could see it, but if he didn’t then he’d be announcing that there was something wrong. Keeping his back to the redhead, he slipped it off. Quickly moving for his bedroom before Kirishima had a chance to notice anything. The soft click of the door followed by a “Good night, I guess…”

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Bundled up in his bedroom and staring at nothing in particular he hear the redhead call out from the other side of the door after knocking twice. His hesitation to barge in being appreciated, but he also wanted him to just act normal. If he did then maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to decide if he should tell him or not.  Kirishima had always been the one to take the initiative. He’d only followed his lead. He had never had a problem with just living for himself, but Kirishima was the one that made him live for others. To be more open-minded, to rely on friends and coworkers. If it wasn’t for Kirishima he’d probably be way worse than he ever was in his teen years. He might have developed to some point based on everything else that had happened with Deku and All-Might and the school, but without the redhead he couldn’t say what might have happened. He was the one that gave him strength in the worst parts, standing there, unbreakable. He was forever grateful the other hadn’t let him go.

“You know. I’m supposed to leave today, but I don’t mind staying if you’re not feeling well. You looked a bit spooked yesterday and… not like yourself.”

Shuffling towards the door, Bakugou pulled the duvet closer around himself, listening as Kirishima talked.

“Did something happen yesterday… something you can’t tell me about?”

He should tell him. If he opened the door, then he would tell him. If Kirishima decided he wasn’t going to give up, one more time. If he opened the door or barged in, just like he always did. Then he would tell him.

 “You don’t have to come out, but please just tell me if you’re ok or not.”

Hand against the handle he felt the way it slightly dipped against his fingers. Kirishima on the other side holding onto it. Just a slight nudge and it would open. The weight of his hand would do all the work. If he just did a bit more than grip it the door would open.

Kirishima sounded so like he was close to crying as he continued. “I’ll be here until evening and get the night train... tell me if you’d like some lunch or if I should leave… so you can eat in peace. I- I’m feeling a bit tired from running around patrolling today so uh… I think I’m going to go take a nap now” The rattling jolt against his palm as Kirishimas hand let go of the handle chilled him to the bone. He could hear his footsteps getting further away, dragging their way to another room.

Kirishima had left later that day. He’d left some food outside his door once evening rolled around and it had gotten way past lunchtime. Silently knocking only to leave after the blonde didn’t answer.

He should have just done it himself. He could have opened the door and let him see. He’d instantly known if he’d just looked at Kirishimas expression. He’d know if he’d feel trapped or not. If he did then he’d get rid of it, played it off like a joke. Said it was something else. A parasite from a villain. He could have gotten rid of it and let Kirishima live his life.

But he couldn’t. if Kirishima had looked at him like that. Like he’d seen a ghost, guilty or conflicted. Like how he’d looked when Bakugou begged the redhead to fuck him, right as everything went to hell. He would die. It would hurt to much. He might never get back up again and he would drag the sun with him down into that darkness that was his own greed.

It was better if Kirishima didn’t know. If he didn’t then he’d never know if it was a bad thing or a good thing. He wouldn’t trap him and he wouldn’t tell him anything before he needed to. The child wasn’t Kirishimas, it was his and only his. There was no other party involved. He could do it by himself. He’d make sure the kid would have everything it needed, and he would pour all his love for Kirishima into their child.

It had been a week since he had found out before he managed to drag his ass outside to go back to the hospital for his appointment. The preppy doctor had called him two days prior, to remind him, and give him some pointers for what to expect and what to bring. That he should be fasting, so nothing but liquid foods and plain drinks. That even if cravings were doing their worst he had to stay strong or they had to call in someone to deal with it. Even if they were only having a small look at the first few inches it wouldn’t hurt if he did what he could to make it easy for them.

He had figured it wouldn’t be that bad, but when it hit it had been a lot harder than he’d first thought. He hadn’t stopped himself from indulging in cravings for so long that now when he had to resist it was like pulling teeth. Getting there bright and early hadn’t been a problem if it wasn’t for the sweet scent of pastries wafting from the hospitals café making his stomach rumble. He could stand the slightly confused glances as he passed by one or two people that recognize him, but they wouldn’t be able to see his stomach through the thick layers of clothing he had on. He wasn’t even headed to the maternity ward this time, just a normal section for blood and other tests before he headed to the gastroenterology department.

It was a slight wait as he filled out a questionnaire, specially prepared for his situation. He hadn’t expected that he couldn’t head home by himself. He had considered taking the bus, but when he handed in his answers with that they had told him to call around to see if there was someone that could take responsibility for getting him and look after him until he was good again. A few phone calls later and Jeanist was put down to pick him up.

He got changed into the robes prepared and lead to a room where his obstetrician and four other people were waiting. It felt eerily quiet as they explained the procedure and what he was supposed to do. He hadn’t expected that they would sedate him until he almost lost consciousness, but he guessed that might be better than him being completely awake. He’d still be able to respond, as they would need him to, but mostly he’d be too drowsy for it to make any lingering impression.

His mind had been racing before they started, a knot of nerves that felt unfamiliar as he settled on the table and he felt himself start to drift off and everything just shut off. It was like a thick blanket was wrapped around his head, he could feel some pressure as the doctor did what they had to do, and he could hear talking and he probably answered some things, but he couldn’t recall what exactly. He felt a few pinches at his insides and then they were done. Waking up he still felt the haze of his mind, and it wasn’t long before he was getting dressed and stepping into the waiting room where his boss sat. He didn’t feel like it had taken that long since it all started, but looking at the time it had been hours.

Best Jeanist helped him all the way to the car and then inside his apartment after fetching some food, asking if he needed some help or not as he settled at the couch with his takeaway. The older man staring at him until the blonde snapped at him to spit it out if he was going to say something.

“You know, there is a lot of things you won’t be able to do alone when you’re further along. I don’t know exactly how much you’ll experience of symptoms, and how much your stomach will grow, but Dynamight, Bakugou. I know you will have trouble if you don’t want to go outside when it gets to that point. If you’re not planning to tell your friends, and… Kirishima isn’t staying with you. Then it would be a good idea to at least tell your parents. I won’t be able to help you with more than driving you sometimes.”

He couldn’t really argue with that. He had an inkling the man knew exactly what had happened, but knew it wasn’t his place to say anything. Still, the idea of having to lean on his parents for something so stupid left a bad taste in his mouth. It was a 2-hour drive to his parents place in Musutafu, and there was no way they would be able to get to him in an emergency. Relying on his boss and agency also wouldn’t work. And there was no way he was telling Kaminari, that would just go straight to Kirishima and then he would be in for it. Before he could say anything else the bad taste in his mouth turned to burning and he had to stumble to the bathroom, his hazy mind barely able to get there in time before his stomach turned.

The hand at his back and the water offered was taken in gratitude, but he was sure he wouldn’t be able to eat anything else for a while again.

Parked outside his childhood home, Bakugou let his head hit the steering wheel as he took deep breaths through his nose. He had been procrastinating for as long as possible before he called. After getting the results and everything the agency had put him on leave for the next year and a half. He was free to come do some paperwork after the kid was born, but he was not allowed to go around doing hero work in his state. He had to be there to raise the child, so that meant he had full parental leave for what could have been split between the two parents.

Jeanist had been right that he couldn’t just stay alone. The bump was barely visible, but he was already struggling. Getting back problems and aches in his whole body. Then there was the morning sickness that kept coming back hen he though he was rid of it. The craving, the hormones, the way the baby kept doing acrobatics when he was trying to sleep.

All the brochures and internet searches had left him feeling less confident than he’d been as he said he’d keep it. He would be alone raising the child and he knew next to nothing about child rearing. He’d never had never babysat before UA and the hero license fiasco. And those brats were already old enough that he didn’t need to learn anything new to handle them. There had been once or twice where he’d held a baby, but changing diapers, feeding them, swaddling and all of that he had no idea about. There were parental courses at the hospital, but there was no way he was going to any of those and announcing to the whole world that he was pregnant.

There was the option to use the disguise he’d used for hooking up, but that just felt too dirty. And there was no way he would go as a woman. He could do the Lamaze at home and be fine. People had lived without it for a long time.

Letting out a long sigh he jolted as he heard the knocking at his car window. His dad, standing there with a bright smile and holding up a bag of some kind of snacks. “Katsuki. I heard you were coming to visit. We got some of your favorites”

Head turned towards the old man he felt his eyes well up again. The soft and calm voice of his dad felt like a hug he didn’t deserve. He was going to push all of his troubles on them and he couldn’t think of anything but that they might reject him for it. The delighted face of his father instantly turned to worry, his eyes widening and his lips tightening as he tried not to show his surprise at his only son looking so dejected.

“Wha-What’s wrong? Do you want to go inside so we can talk about it?” The forced smile and the way he stepped back so he could open the door had the blonde nod. Slowly getting out of the car and wiping at his eyes as he pulled his jacket tighter around himself, his bag with the medical folder heavy in his hand.

The short walk to the front door seemed to drag on for an eternity and pass in a blink at the same time. He had a thick college sweater underneath, and he’d taken hours checking himself in the mirror to see if he was showing, but the idea of stepping inside and taking off his big puffer jacket still had his palms popping at the nerves and his heart thundering in his chest. It wasn’t the same panic he’d felt with Kirishima, but it was close, only this time he had decided he had to say something no matter what.

He could smell something from the kitchen that had his mouth water and his stomach turn at the same time. He wasn’t sure if he could even stomach it, but he really, really wanted to have a bite of his mothers homecooked food. She had taught him almost everything he knew about cooking, but for some reason the way she made it always seemed better.

Stepping into the kitchen he glanced from his mom to the dining table, already filled to the brim with all the food he liked. His dad, Masaru was slowly following, going to put away what he’d gotten for later and giving his wife a bottle of something. The way they acted all happy and cozy made him feel like he was intruding. He didn’t fit in there anymore. They were happier without him. They were in a good place after he moved out. If he were to tell them then that might just break everything.

The hand on his head ruffling his hair was a snap back to reality as his mom stepped up with the last bit of food for their meal.

"Shouldn't you greet your mother when you come home. Our little brat is all grown up but still such a child, don't you think honey?" She looked a little lost as there was no response from her son, turning towards Masaru for answers he didn’t have.

"Katsuki. Whatever is eating you up inside, we'll listen, so out with it."

His hands shook as he pulled out the folder from his bag, slowly finding the small grey picture and holding it up for his mom to take. His head down and hand shaking as she took it "What's this?"

It didn’t take long for her to realize exactly what she was looking at, her fist slamming into the table shaking it with the force and jolting both men, "Katsuki!? What did you do?! Are you pranking us, you brat! Don't you think you should have gotten married or something first?!"

"Don't tell me… did you get someone pregnant? Katsuki, I can see you're upset, but this isn't the way to tell us. If you have been fooling around with someone and it was an accident you need to take responsibility. You should have brought her here to tell us at least" his dad sighed as he got the picture from Mitsuki, not noticing the tears welling up or the tightness in the blondes body, thinking it was just him holding back from yelling back.

"There is no girl... Read the damn notes... There's no fucking-!" He couldn’t stop his voice from cracking, the hormones making him feel way too much than he wanted. Making him think things he didn’t actually believe but that seemed way to real in the moment.

"What do you mean, no girl?" He would be abandoned. The situation would be too weird for them to understand. Not only would they know he liked men, but then he’d gotten knocked up. He was a freak that had made the impossible possible. They would be disgusted and wouldn’t want anything to do with him. They’d think he was back to ruin their perfect peace.

"It's just… me" He had to breathe. Calm down or he wouldn’t be able to hear anything over his heartbeat.

"What? Did she have an abortion? Miscarriage?" The way her mom snatched the folder to flip through it had him sink further into his chair, all the details laid out in front of his parents. From how far along to the test results saying there was no actual womb. The paragraph about how they found a tube attached to his spinster resembling something akin to a cervix, but with no way to access it.

"It's me… That thing is in me! There is no one else because it is growing inside me!" Starting up at the two with wide eyes, his hands grasped at the fabric around his middle where the bump had grown to a bulge. And when he pulled his shirt tight it was easy to see his stomach extended more than what would be considered normal for his build.

"Katsuki! Don’t joke about something like this! What would you do if we-"

"If you what?! Why would I joke about something as insane as me being fucking pregnant for over 5 fucking months without even fucking realizing it?! There's a baby inside me and I can't remove it since it's grown so freaking big! And now- Now what?!  Are you going to disown me?! Fine! Do it! I can do this on my own! I’m amazing. I can- I can deal with it even if I-I- Even if I don't know what to do!” He was breathing hard, close to hyperventilating, eyes tearing up as he tried to reason that he would be fine even if he was on his own. He would be. He’d only gone there to tell them just in case. He had already decided. He didn’t need Kirishima, he didn’t need his parents. He just had to find some way to do it all alone.

His moms arms were just as restrictive as they were comforting as she pulled him in close. Telling him to breathe and to calm down. “It’s ok. You’re ok. No need to panic. Just take your time and tell us”

“My mind has been a mess for a while now. I can't function normally, and I can't be a hero like this! I need- and I don't- I- mom... I don't know what to do" He didn’t know when he had started crying, but the shaky breaths he took where tainted with snot and tears that made him have to clear his nose before he could take an actual breath.

“Katsuki… Does the baby have a father? A, well, a second one, besides you?” His mom tried her best to sound understanding, cradling him so tight while she brushed back dandelion hair similar to her own. For a moment Katsuki considered telling her. Telling her how he’d slept with his best friend that he had had a crush on since before his arm got busted and his heart almost stopped. How the quirk had stopped him from seeing reason, and so he had jumped someone that was nice enough to consider him his closest friend.

Biting his tongue, he shook his head no. Wiping his cheek as he couldn’t stop the sniffles “It’s from a quirk… some small brat that couldn’t control it bumped into me… and then it just fucking manifested” He grumbled, hands gripping the fabric at his stomach as he stared off into space “It’s just mine.”

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